Recent content by Dante Storta

Dante stood in the bustling exuberance of Low Town. His eyes were blurry, and to make matters worse his vision swam. He didn’t remember taking anything he couldn’t recognize, but then again… it wasn’t like he could really see down here. Even with the city's extensive illumination it was still as...

Dante was just about to bust open that glass guardian thing with his broad sword when the boss returned. He froze, but his sword tip still danced in the air giving off a “Just say the word and I’ll smash it,” kinda vibe, when he realized… The boss had been in that room for a long time. A very...

The fist that caught Dante’s cheek glanced off as he rolled with it. His bare back sank into the coarse hemp rope as it rebounded him back into the ring. The Sellsword flashed a bloody smile for all to see, “You hit like my mother, and she’s dead, mate.” The little drow across from his...

Dante wasn’t sure what was going on, but he kept losing time, losing a moment here, or blinking and then boom, he was somewhere else and something else was happening. He looked down at his hands… they were still bluish gray, was he having an allergic reaction to the potion? Was that something...

Dante’s breath came in ragged gasps as he followed Zathria up the wall and over the balcony. Her destination was a window on the tallest tower… because of course it was. His goal was to just survive at this point. They scuttled up the innermost tower’s side clinging to the shadows like bugs as...

Dante hated depending on others, but he’d been doing it this whole quest, by the hells he couldn’t even see in this god's forsaken place without help, so he was determined not to disrupt the plan. As the distraction started he wasted no time slipping inside. Once there he kept to the shadows...

Dante looked around, apparently his bad feeling had been off? Honestly he wasn’t sure why he was surprised… he’d eaten cave worm. Any moment now he’d probably be rocked with hallucinations and delirium… alright, that sounded like a good time. J’rell stepped on an egg and The Sellsword winced...

Dante didn’t have anywhere to go after he finished his pint. He got a few claps on the back, a couple nods, and the esteemed pleasure of watching Pettybrand’s cronies carry out their friend, but in the end everyone around him was home, and he was back to being a vagrant. Storta drained his...

Dante’s sneer widened at Zathria’s obscene gesture, “Thanks for the offer, maybe when we’re alone, love.” In what small greylight he could find, Dante checked the edge of his weapon. The broadsword wasn’t a slicer. It was a brutal weapon made to bash and break as much as it was to cut and as...

“You’re a woman?” Dante spat back. Dante listened as he honed his weapons. All of this was over his head. He didn’t dabble in gods and dragons and songs and it was clear that would be a disadvantage on this journey. J’rell seemed to think this Dragonsong was something to fear, something that...

Storta’s sour expression soured further as the little Drow paid him a back handed compliment. Through sheer willpower and grit alone, he bit his tongue. She’d sort of sided with him and that made it two… bloody hell The Commander was getting ready to speak. Dante scowled at Zathria, “You...

Storta took a drag on his pipe as Pettybrand sought confirmation. “As soon as you hand me my deposit you can count on me to be there, until then, I don’t work for you.” Dante wasn’t stupid and he didn’t. He hadn’t forgotten the shite Pettybrand had just tried to pull. He didn’t trust this...

Fear has a funny way of distorting everything. Dante was still squeezing the trigger on his crossbow over and over. His breathing was shallow and rapid, his eyes were so wide, that if they widened further they’d most likely fall out of his head. “STOP!” His head whipped toward The Queen...

Dante’s scowl deepened as the short Drow spoke. “Outflow sounds like a bad translation for sewer if you ask me…” he muttered, but he didn’t argue when the company started moving. They backtracked and as they did, Dante snagged another morsel off the worm before they made their way into the...

Storta listened carefully to Pettybrand. He didn’t miss the mention of a “Company” and he couldn’t’ help but absently glancing back inside the Mermaid’s Pearl where the three morons were sipping ale and licking their wounds. The one he’d hit, Lamphry, was still out of it, but was at least up...