Glasstaff's just gonna have to understand, man

oh em gee andry gets bitches?!?!?! wow
(for context, andry is a dnd character/oc of mine that i have used in my father's campaign :/)

ah yes, yet another oneshot i based off of a c.ai thing (as well as dnd oc lore)

and this audio, basically

i wrote this a few months ago in the middle of summer and forgot about it so it's kind of shit

enough blabbering here we gooooo

also i'm gonna italicize it-

Silly dnd crackfic

ctrl c ctrl v’d from my notebook

Andry was having a grand night. Partying with her team at the inn after defeating Klarg the bugbear? Check. Getting to see her “from a completely different campaign” human half-brother, Barney? Check! Finally being able to say she was having a damn good time without the Redbrands and NOT lying?

Triple check!

Anyways- Andry was hammered. One too many Appley Juices (15 is the limit of madness) can harm your sanity.

Maybe that explained why she was wandering aimlessly around the Neverwinter Wood south of Phandalin, with a notebook (stolen from one of Barney’s friends, was his name Tyler, or Will?) and a “biro”, which was apparently what the folks way up North called a pen.

In summary, Andry was drunkenly walking around, all while looking for a way to her good friend Annie’s cottage. Good times. Legend- wait for it- wait for it- I hope you’re not lactose intolerant- DA(I)RY.

It HAD to be around here somewhere… RIGHT?!

Suddenly, Andry heard a voice. A small chuckle.

She backpedaled a few steps, to be met with the sight-

Of a prince and a bird.

Seriously? At this hour?

“Yes Archimedes, I know I’m not supposed to be outside the castle at night without a guard, but that’s besides the point.”

Who was this boy? And why was his voice so… alluring?

The kind of ring that makes yourself curious, even if you know it could kill you.

Well, curiosity killed the cat. (And spite plus a potion brought Andry back.)

The boy had tan skin, curly brown hair, and a sort of fire in his eyes that could burn down the world if he wanted to. He wore a simple dress shirt, smudged with dirt and grime, as well as tan cargo pants, a few wooden trinkets and magnets hanging off the belt loops.

The oddest thing about him was that he had a bird, a crow to be exact, perched upon his shoulder.

Andry and the boy locked eyes for a second.

She quickly leaned against a nearby tree, attempting to look inconspicuous.

(Thanks to my roll and her modifier, it worked *eyeroll*)

The boy didn’t look too skeptical, but he raised an eyebrow.

“And who might you be?”