Recent content by Dante Storta

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...

Dante was just about to stop drop and roll, when the glint of steel flashed out. The Sellsword froze. His eyes wide and staring at The Queen. He swallowed, and as if on queue, his cloak fell from his shoulders, crumpling to the ground around his feet. His arms crossed over his chest as if trying...

Dante leaned against the wall, one leg propped up, and arms crossed over his chest. In the night his eyes were hidden under his cloak, but his ever present sneer still lingered. Deciding to capitalize on the change of scenery, he reached into his cloak and took out a pipe, he lit up and took a...

Just like any good time, this fight had shattered into chaos. The worm ate J’rell the man who wasn’t quite a man, the queen had taken that personally and took back what was hers. Dante blinked, for the first time in his life he wondered if he might be a touch out of his scope… Nah. That was...

Satisfied that no one else was going to try to stab or bash his head in at the present, Dante leaned back against the bar. He turned to the barkeep, “Sorry about the mug, mate, mind putting that on his tab?” The bartender grunted and Dante chose to assume that was an affirmative. He watched...

The conversation with the draconian was interrupted by a sudden stop. His mouth was half open as if about to say something when Vyx’aria’s withering gaze slipped across them. Once again his mouth was open to respond when the shuddering of the earth below them stopped him short. Confusion had...