"So you want to play a necromancer/ranger multiclass...who specializes in grizzlies?"
"Yep yep!"
"Okay that's...weird but not the worst concept I've heard of. What's their name?"
"Bill deBehr"
"Get out."

She didn't need to remember the accident, the dragon thought to himself as he watched the child play on her slide. She didn't need to know about the damage from the crash, to her mind or the stasis pod.

She merely needed to enjoy herself for however long as she wished.

#microfiction #ttrpg

should I do the #ttrpg stuff here on the account where I have a larger follower count, or on the themed account?

so I'm debating doing more #ttrpg stuff here on bisky than I did on twxtter, but I *also* have an entire account, @6secs.bsky.social, which was made with the intention of TTRPG-inspired microfiction that I mostly wrote during lockdown.

"Stop at once!"
The Knight dismounted, gaze fixed on those affixing ropes to the branch. From his bonds, a rough-looking man looked at his saviour with dewy eyes.
"Knew you'd come in time..."
"Of course." The Knight strode toward him, hand aloft, his ring gleaming as he smiled.
"I made a vow."

On a worn wooded path, a cleric cleaves at the harried-looking bandit whom had tried to steal from her party.
"Please..." he says, sputtering blood, "don't kill me! I'm sorry, I don't want to die! You're a healer!"
She pulls out her holy symbol, the visage of Bhaal, and smiles darkly.
"Guess again."

The wrinkled sage hobbles over to his tome, smiling only to himself.

"I know you are there, and that you are listening."

Opening to a random page, he reads aloud for the wandering emptiness, and feels most satisfied for having done so.