The guards shifted nervously, coughing a bit, breath fogging in the chill night air. They were all a bit uneasy, and with good reason. One glanced again at the wood piled and arranged in the courtyard, and thought about the hours until dawn.
“Some of them are little more than children,” he announced aloud to no one in particular.
“Then they can repent their ways,” the other guard replied, “and perhaps His Holiness will see fit to spare them, although if you ask me there’s no hope for their sort. Perverts. Unnatural. We’re well rid of them before they corrupt anyone else.” He spat in the dirt in disgust. The first man sighed and shook his head.
“I don’t expect there will be any mercy for any of them,” he said, “repentant or not…unless.”
“Well…” the guard hesitated to go on. “You know. You’ve heard the stories.” That earned him a dismissive snort.
“Just stories. You don’t believe them, do you?”
“I don’t…” he began.
Then there was a deafening sound like thunder and the heavy wooden gates of the keep exploded inward, fragments raining down over the courtyard. The guards who were not knocked down by the blast stood in shock, mouths agape.
Figures appeared in the clearing smoke, wreathed in flames of seven colors that glimmered from their armor and weapons and in the hard glare of their eyes. They were not “just stories.”
“We are of the Accord and we have come for our people,” one of them announced. “Let none who hope to see the dawn stand in our way.”
The battle, if it can be called that, was brief, and so we were freed, and walked the Night Road to Gloamingate, to the promise of hope, freedom, and a home to call our own, if we can claim it—and we will.
TWILIGHT ACCORD: THE FALLEN CITY: A Queer-focused #5e #TTRPG Fantasy Setting and Campaign, now on Patreon for Development.
Not “gay as in happy” but “queer as in ‘roll for initiative.’”
Do You Hear the Call…?