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The best way to die in The Letter: Gameplay Demo #1

Over the horizon, boats arrived at the docks day in and day out. A loud crowd of sailors sung sea tales docked at Baldur’s Gate Harbor; while sea dogs wolf down their meals.

“Set on the boat during the afternoon of the day, a silhouette in the story of one young man’s struggle to survive without a master to guide him through his troubles. When he was a tot his mother was killed. He got annoyed by his friends then become the whore, beaten by sadistic men who those who broke the law, but when he got away he blew up the temple of a nunnery. Went to a boat to end up in prison. He dies at the end. ‘Thee End.’ He says with madness creeping in. What a gory demise. We put him in front of the ship to guard us to ours too.” A shiny grin from a far as if John were happy.

“Wow, I just asked you how was your day was.” Everyone chuckled.

“That’s my story. And I’m sticking with it. Seconds?” After handing his bowl to Shawn.

“If that’s the best story you can come up with then by all means I’m going to bed early.” Shawn poured the stew followed by holding it hostage. Stern expression ‘gross.’ he thought, disgusted inside. ‘I”m afraid to ask you questions John. I might get answers from you’ 

“No. No. I was only kidding, just playing, can I please have seconds?” John pouted and lifted his arms in the air. Doe dropped the spoon suddenly. He was looking past John in horror at that point as the music died out. Concern and curiosity washed over John. He turned around, in disbelief, and felt dread.

The prisoner boat that came to dock with a dead man hanging in the front of the ship was dressed like the captain of the vessel, guts poured out hitting the boat like the bell the rung tolled from their ship to bed. Something so sick and sadistic, so twistedly disgusting, some of the men felt lucky they missed it.

Captain Cinder and her murder hobos sail to Baldur’s Gate.

‘There was literally no way that should have worked,’ Yet. Etune felt, it happened. Now as an unreliable narrator, the story continues. My purpose is to write this story and learn how to make my own writing style. The progress of this story has many perspectives. The topics to be covered will be how can one character progress the story in the most laziest way possible, can Etune defeat demons and Gods with a pillow, will this character have motivations to save the world, and what are the best/laziest way to kill a party and scare the murder hobo of the party into becoming a wise hero.

I like reading stories about adventure, love, and horror, my project is to create an unmotivated character that loves sleeping, secrets, mediating, and spirits. My plans for this is to become a story writer. Thank you for reading.

“Literature can deepen the understanding that comes from sharing in the common struggle for human dignity and freedom.” -Coretta Scott King

Exposition. Complications. Crisis. Falling action. Resolution!= PLOT line

Plot Line is the graphic display of the action or events in a story.

Poetic justice is a term that describes a character “getting what he deserves” in the end, especially if what he deserves is punishment. The purest form of poetic justice is when one character plots against another but ends up being caught in his or her own trap.

“YOU, PEASANT! “ The new captain points to Etune waking him for his slumber. 

“You’re so annoying I could die.” He replies.

“What is your name?” A prisoner asks.

“ Etune Kaleb Sista Miro Flower.” Etune quickly says rubbing his eyes.

“I won’t remember that! I’ll just call you TOM!” The cat hisses chomping on an apple.

Etune intrudes. “But that’s not my-”

“What’s the plan now?!” A human prisoner interrupts.

Everyone looks to the human then the Captain. “Doesn’t matter, we’re outlaws!” She chuckles.

“We can be pirates.” Tom jokingly says. ‘They can’t be serious.’ he thought.

“YES!” shouted the Minotaur. “I, Enzo Blackheart, will have my revenge! And kill whoever stands in my way! Who here knows where the she-devil is?”

Tom rubbed his temples walking back to his cell. ‘Sleep, it will all be over, and they’ll stop bothering me.’

“Where do you think you’re going little one? Have heart, we fought, and took over their boat! We’re here anyways.” 

It was true, just over the horizon was a city made of gates and love for the wicked. Birds flying high, son in the sky, and the breeze was pleasant. It’s a new dawn, a new day, to kill.

On the prison boat. Tom is on the boat dealing with a problem that leads to a new understanding about life. The guards knew to leave the prisoners alone until their shift ended. “Look here, ‘ John spoke quietly with a wicked grin, the door slowly opening. Proudly speaking as he unlocks every cell door. ‘A prison break.”

Etune rests while the boat rocks side to side during his first night in his new cell, relaxing comfortably on wood and his pillow. The warmth of his fluffy clothes and blanket made him feel at peace. He sighs at the thought, ‘ Finally~’.

Etune’s cell door creeks open, a mad man enters whispering proudly, “Prison break, wakey-wakey.’ Snickering, ‘ time to leave.” Sneaking over to another cold cell.

‘I’m not getting up. I’m NOT getting UP!’ Closing his eyes tight, heavy armor falls to the ground. 

“Great!” He whispers sarcastically, cringing his nose. 

Two minutes passed. As expected, the human was right and the prisoners neared to the stair case to the second floor shushing one another here and there while Mr. Flower rolled up his things and packed for what’s to come after they storm the stair case and left the room. Loud, obnoxious, screams could be heard from his cell while he waited calmly. He takes a moment to breathe before walking out of his cell strolling towards the stair way, himself.

He started to feel his heart knot. ‘Men, only following orders.’ Stepping over their bodies, picking up a long spear, he meets up with the other prisoners. Captain Snow fleeing into his studies while his men fight for their lives, ‘coward’ Etune coldly thought, finding a place to sit and rest.

Making it up to the deck, six sailors remained, and their Captain. Rumor has it, if Etune recalled, their Captain was ruthless and savage towards his men than his prisoners. ‘Eh. This could work.’ he waits as the Captain and prisoners are surrounded. Rolls 15 on diplomacy. “Oi!’ alerting all the sailors,’Kill Captain Codfish and join our crew! “ He announced. The crew ponders, “He ran to his money!” The Captain laughs, a soldier bleeding from an attack howls in pain. 

The sailors listen and kill the captain while the sailor impaled by Etune’s spear was thrown overboard before he began to protest. A prisoner jumps overboard retrieving his spear and mauls the impaled man.

Tom awaits trial.

    “Etune Kaleb Miro Sistra Flower, ‘Field Medic Flower’, a local enemy of shepherds, shop owners, and the guard, you stand trial for the lowest crime imaginable! Loitering. On 3 occasions, you know the rules! 1 month in prison and a fine of 600 Copper pieces. You ignore our officers to move. What do you have to say for yourself?” The judge 

“...” With a yawn. A grin arose and half lit eyes stare at the judge, he nods.

“So be it.” Raising a hand to dismiss him. “You shall be sentenced to a prison off the coast of Baldor’s Gate miles away from any home or the city with nothing more than that pillow you carry to comfort you.” Etune snuggles up against his pillow.

“Gladly.” As he’s carried away.

~Later~

Twilight phases into dawn and he can everyone’s number printed on their bodies as they rest. 10hp, 16hp, 37hp, 3hp, 11hp. As a Twilight Halfing, he can see their health rising as they sleep. He mediates some more. Time passes and everyone’s awake. Mr. Flower grabs his pillow and waits for the cell doors to open. 

Walking along to the cart to take him to the docks, a man mutters.

“I’ll avenge you master,” the human behind Etune grinds his teeth ‘in the most annoying way possible, ‘ Etune thought.

The Minotaur in front of Etune clops his hooves on the cobblestone floors to the wood of the boat. “Not many prisoners toda- “ said the guard.

“-PEASANTS! THE LOT OF YOU! BRING ME APPLES OR I’LL SMASH A CHEST ON YOUR FACES!!” Interrupted by the cat folk prisoner hissing and shouting ‘too early in the morning for this’ Etune thought groaning. 

Second Edition Pathfinder: Twilight Halfling Field Medic Monk