#trecero

comic about fun silly dnd happy funny top 10 moments of all time 

when you realize you want not just one but MULTIPLE hands held

so(cks)ccy (blue stars) belongs to @apocalypsearsonist :3

animatic i made for my d&d crew ft. my boy farrow, and my friends’ characters trecero, saphi, and cordalia (who belongs to @kare22-03 )

When Farrow awoke again, Trecero was lying out cold half on top of him. His entire body was sore, and his ribs felt crushed, but he sat up anyway and was careful to move Trecero as gently as possible. He looked to where the massive centipede corpse used to be, and to his surprise, it was no longer there. Just a massive puddle of vibrant, toxic green blood. Evidence that the ordeal did really happen.

He pushed himself to his feet, groaning just at the lightest movements, and dragged Trecero away from the blood carefully. He laid Trecero down and leaned against the wall, trying to overcome his soreness. He didn't know how long they'd both been out, since the maze never seemed to see the sun, but he could guess it was a long time.

He glanced around at the corridors, noticing they'd shifted and changed again. He couldn't see a mark on any of the walls, and it suddenly dawned on him that they may have just gotten lost in the movement of the maze. He knelt down by Trecero and shook him lightly, trying to wake him.

"Trecero-- come on, we've gotta get up.. We've gotta move, before we can never find our way out--" Farrow's voice became almost desperate when he realized his husband wasn't responding. He grabbed onto him instead and tried to pull him up. He tried to carry him, but Trecero's size made that way too difficult, and he only got a few steps before stumbling as they both fell back to the ground.

To his surprise, however, he looked up to see a shadowy hand extended to him. A shadow was before him, it's orange eyes watching him carefully. Obviously noticing Farrow skepticism, it's hidden mouth gave a fanged grin before it spoke assuringly.

"My name is Tangerine. There's no need to be afraid. My friends really enjoyed your performance, but they are a little shy... So I stepped up for them!"

Farrow gave the shadow a hesitant look, but reached out and took its clawed hand. It helped him to his feet before tugging him closer to its sharp toothed smile.

"They were so impressed, they would really like to see it again. But.. One Lifesucker is enough for some time. How about a different game?"

Farrow's ears tilted in uncertainty before questioning.

"What kind of game?"

"A game of chance! It will be fun!"

When the shadow, Tangerine, moved its claw away, Farrow glanced down and noticed a fiery orange D-20 in the palm of his hand.

"It's an easy game! Just roll. Odds are for a different challenge, evens are for freedom," Tangerine gestured quickly at the die lying Farrow was holding.

"Freedom? Like.. From the maze?"

"Why would I tell? Either option is a good option!"

Farrow grumbled and glanced back at Trecero, who was still just face down against the concrete. He took a deep breath and prayed for an even number, hoping for freedom. He got down on one knee and rolled the die across the concrete floor, it's rattling echoing lightly down the corridors before coming to a silent stop.

Every single number he saw while it was rolling was odd. Not a single even number. It landed on 1. Odd.

"Oh yay! Don't worry, challenges are fun! Now it's time for the separation game!"

Tangerine snapped their shadowy fingers, and Farrow felt a heavy lurch in the pit of his stomach before he appeared in an entirely new place. Farrow quickly went into panic mode, whipping around only to find himself in front of two separate glass windows. The lights in the rooms flicked on, revealing not one but two seperate Treceros each in a room. Both of them looked exactly the same, wounded still, but awake.

"Farrow-? What happened..? Where am I?" one of them spoke first, trying to get to the window but stumbling in every step. Leaning against the wall in the other room the other Trecero said nothing. He was keeping a hand over his side and was visibly frightened to be in this new area.

"I-I--..." Farrow was unable to say anything. Tangerine appeared by his side and shot him a sick grin.

"Welcome to your new challenge. Pick and choose! Whichever one you decide to save goes free. The one remaining is burned in the chamber. But be careful! One of them is obviously an imposter. Good luck, have fun! I hope you're not squeamish, Farrow."

And with that, Tangerine simply disappeared again, leaving Farrow alone to decide.

The second Trecero made it to the glass, almost instantly crumpling against it and sliding to the ground.

"Farrow-..." the weakness in his voice caught Farrow's attention quite quickly. He went to that window kneeling beside it and putting a hand to the glass.

"Hm... What's.. One thing only a real Trecero would know...." Farrow mumbled to himself as he looked over the Trecero in front of him.

"What's wrong...? What's going on...? What do you mean.. 'Real'.. I am real-- it's me-..." this Trecero sounded genuinely confused, unbeknownst to what was happening.

The other Trecero was almost acting the exact same way, just with a little bit more fear. He was leaning against the back wall, hunched over and struggling to stand. Farrow could tell how difficult this was going to be.

"Okay..." he backed up away from the glass to see both of them, "I'm gonna ask some questions and I just want them answered, with as least hesitation as possible.."

Both Trecero's gave him a confused look, but nodded.

"Alright.... When we first met, the nickname I used for you--"

One Trecero let out a groan, but both similtaniously answered.

"Treeko."

"I hated that name-- so much,," one of them said.

"It's the equivalent of being called a lizard," the other grumbled.

Farrow grinned for a second at the memory, but that quickly disappeared when he realized it was going to be harder than he thought.

"Uh... Um-- let's see... Something only real Trecero would know... Obviously the imposter has... Big memories?" Farrow's ears wilted in concentration before his next question, "The highest reward placed on your head. What was it?"

"100,000 gold."

Another simultaneous answer.

"Farrow-- hurry... I don't know what's going on but please..." once again the weakness from the Trecero crumpled to the floor threw Farrow off guard. He already wasn't expecting the exact answers, but now he was more on edge.

He thought for a little while longer, before letting out a light sigh.

"Maybe a question.. With an answer so odd that to get it perfect would be ridiculous.." Farrow thought to himself and put his hands to his face.

"The first time I got drunk with you around. How many drinks did it take to get me shitfaced -and- what did I say?"

There was a weak laugh from the second Trecero, and he spoke without hesitation.

"It only took 3 drinks, be it of what I drink, still... You were so shitfaced you went loopy in seconds. You uh- said your stomach felt like a ceiling fan.. You said your face felt like a plastic bag- And said I looked like a tightrope walker. Saphi and Herald were still there then... And I stayed with you in the morning to make sure you didn't get too sick... You were adorable that morning. I wanted to make jokes but couldn't bring myself to do it,,.. You already felt shitty enough anyway. I do believe.. That was the first time I'd ever shown myself caring so much for you... Most of the time before, I tried to keep it to myself, and mask it with jokes.. And as you would call it, yeeting you into lakes..."

The other Trecero didn't speak, caught off guard by the detail of the other's answer, but he didn't need to. The lighthearted smile on the second Trecero's face gave him away. It was the same gentle smile that Farrow had seen that entire disastrous morning after his embarrassingly horrible display while utterly shitfaced, as his Trecero took care of him and his every need to make sure he was alright. The look that was so familiar that Farrow just knew it was real.

"That's him," Farrow approached the second window and put a hand on the glass again, "This is the real Trecero."

With that, a metal cover dropped and slammed shut over the other window, and there were pleading cries coming from inside. Muffled now but very real. Tangerine appeared with a new fury in it's eyes. It hissed and went to the other door. Narrowing it's fiery eyes, it turned to face Farrow and tried to mask its displeasure.

"You won. Congratulations, we may... Continue."

The glass was raised and Trecero fell into Farrow's arms. Farrow held him close instantly, sighing in relief and holding him upright. He immediately put a hand over Trecero's, which was pressed close to his wound.

"What do you mean 'continue'?"

"Did you think our games were over? I am not rid of so easily."

"What--?"

He felt the same die from earlier once again in the palm of his hand.

Farrow was attempting to help Trecero through the Labyrinth, using the tactic to always keep right. They'd come up on a few dead ends, but they at least new where they were and were keeping tabs on every place they went. Farrow started taking small breaks so Trecero could rest and so that he could leave cuts along the walls wherever they went, so they knew what directions they'd already tried.

"Jeez, this is a mess... It seems no matter where we go, it's always a dead end... I've marked this wall three times," Farrow said in frustration, "I wish we could just climb the fucking walls or something."

He looked to Trecero, who was doing better yet still leaning against the wall with one hand over his wounded side.

Trecero gave him a hopeless shrug, and Farrow sighed.

"I.. Suppose it'd be best to keep moving...." Farrow sounded exhausted at this point, just about ready to give up.

"We'll get there, Farrow.. Eventually.. We'll get there."

Farrow put away his knife, only to feel his hand gripped by Trecero's. His ears twitched up lightly in surprise.

"We're gonna get through this, you know.. We're gonna find Clive, and we're gonna get out of here, and everyone's gonna be OK.." Trecero's voice was audibly stressed, but he did his best to use an assuring voice. Farrow gripped his hand lightly back and gave him a thankful smile.

"Well... We're not gonna do it by stalling here for much longer.. Let's get going," Farrow began to lead Trecero down the corridor behind them, leaving their dead end behind. The halls were dead silent now, and the light echo of their footsteps was the only sound apart from their breathing that could be heard. They walked for around 10 minutes, passing by two other already marked corridors.

They stopped in front of a wall, unmarked and blocking off their path. Farrow knew this was here before.

"Did... Something change, here?" he quirked an eyebrow.

"It seems so.. That's odd... But we do know the maze changes. Remember, at the beginning?" Trecero replied, setting a hand on the new wall in front of them. It felt cold to the touch.

"Yeah yeah... Well this sucks. Guess there's only one other way to go," Farrow gestured to the path that had been opened by the shifting walls. Trecero sighed and nodded.

"Let's not forget to mark it, just in case."

Farrow pulled out his small dagger and cut a scratch in the concrete before the duo headed down the new path.

Through the new path, the corridor seemed to grow darker, and Farrow began to grow uneasy. Trecero could still see just fine, his drow vision doing quite well in the dark, however Farrow was a bit worried, and a bit blind. Though of course Farrow would never admit that he was afraid.

There was a tapping sound from behind them, and Trecero whipped around in response. He grunted and put a hand to his side, hurting himself like an idiot from the turn.

Farrow jumped and scooted closer to him.

"What was that-?"

"I don't know, but we're OK.. We're OK..." Trecero held Farrow's hand tighter, keeping him close. There was another tapping sound, from the other direction. Farrow's head snapped towards the sound.

Trecero pulled his bow from over his shoulder and held it tightly, however not wanting to let go of Farrow.

"Let's just keep moving..." Trecero said, his voice lowered slightly, "Stay quiet.."

Farrow nodded, and the two continued moving forward. Trecero kept listening, the tapping slowly growing closer, louder. Eventually, once again to the duo's dismay, they came up on another dead end.

The tapping stopped, but was followed by a clicking growl. Farrow and Trecero gulped and turned around, glancing upwards at the massive creature that towered before them. It's thousand sharp legs looked long enough to pierce a man all the way through, and it's two sets of pinchers were chittering together. Green goop dripped from its four jawed mouth.

Trecero moved slowly, reaching back towards his quiver before quickly whipping out an arrow and firing. He hit the centipede creature between its armor plates, lodging the arrow into its belly. It shrieked and wiggled backwards before lunging at the both of them.

Trecero shoved Farrow out of the way quickly, managing to curl up just enough so that the creature's pinchers missed him and instead hit the wall on either side of his waist.

"Trecero-?!" Farrow yelped quickly before jumping back to his feet.

"I'm alright! Get it! It's stuck!" Trecero yelled back, trying to avoid the sharp saw-like insides of the pinchers.

Farrow pulled his sword from its sheath and ran over, bringing the sword down on the centipedes head. To his surprise, the sword was deflected with a loud metallic clang, and he stumbled away, shaken by the vibrations.

The centipede pulled its pinchers from the wall and reared up, snarling and snapping its fangs angrily.

"Well.. Uh... That went poorly-"

"No shit!"

It lunged down again, but this time Trecero jumped clear of its fangs. That didn't stop it from making a quick 90 degree turn and nearly snapping Trecero in the waist. Farrow recovered from his condition and ran after the creatures head. He swung his sword at it, going for the eyes, and he successfully managed to slice open one of them. The centipede let out and angry and pained screech and flailed its head around, rearing back away from Trecero.

"It's underbelly! Between the plates! That's its weak spot! Hit there!" Trecero yelled to Farrow, who nodded and readied his sword again. He dove for the underbelly, sliding across the ground and slicing at the areas between the plates. Trecero focused on trying to long distance fight with his bow. He was making shots, however long distance in this instance was difficult, and he spent more time trying to dodge the flailing centipede's tail than actually firing.

Farrow slid underneath the underbelly again, stabbing it hard in an exposed part of its skin. The centipede screeched out and jerked, and Farrow pushed harder anyway, burying the blade deeper. He got to his feet, shoving the sword as hard as he could. It burst through the creature, cutting through the inside of its armor and throwing green blood in almost every direction.

Trecero covered his face, trying to avoid to blood in case it was dangerous. Soon he heard the massive centipede crash onto the ground, and turned back around. Farrow wasn't there.

Upon getting a closer look as it wasn't moving, the centipede was about as wide as a bus, and instantly Trecero panicked when Farrow had disappeared.

"Farrow!" he ran to the creatures corpse, hopping over it onto the other side. He caught a glimpse of Farrow's hand, sticking out from underneath the corpse of the centipede. He cursed, quickly kneeling down and trying to push the corpse off of him.

He pushed against the wall, using all of his leftover strength and straining the wound in his side, simply to lift the creature slightly upwards, but it was enough. Trecero grabbed Farrow, tugging him out from underneath, and once he was completely out of the way Trecero dropped the corpse back down with a thump. Trecero felt one of the legs cut him lightly on the back of the neck, and he let out an annoyed groan at the slight stinging.

He'd worn himself completely out, but still went to Farrow's side. Farrow was knocked clean out from the force of the crush, and Trecero collapsed beside him, feeling the wave of pain overcoming him from his side. He couldn't go any more, and figured a light rest would do them both good.