Shadow Born (male child reader X adoptive mothers Minthara Baenre & Tav)

Prologue

(y/n) POV

I was wandering dazed and alone. My guardian was killed in an explosion along with the rest of his party. Before I knew what was happening I was surrounded by goblins and Gnolls. One of the Gnolls ran at me, but a spear pierced through the back of its skull it shook violently before breaking free and returning to its owner. "Shall we do this old dance once more, my love?" a woman said, "We shall. I revel in slaughtering my former subordinates. Their weakness disgusts me." another woman said as she drew her sword and shield, "Wait there's a child in there! Minthara!" the first woman said as she ran back, Minthara nodded and readied her shield. In a seemingly effortless moment, Minthata launched her lover into the air. She punched sending waves of thunder toward the goblins knocking them back to Minthara who quickly cut them down. The woman landed in front of me leaving me in awe. "Are you alright little one?" the woman said as she stood up. 

<please make a DC-10 perception check now>

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(1-9)

"My name is Lyra. We're going to get you out of here." Lyra said suddenly a Gnoll tore through her side, her blood across my face. Lyra spun around holding her wound and punched the Gnoll with her free hand, but it wasn't enough. Thankfully Minthara sprinted in and beheaded the beast. "Drink this! Now!" Minthara ordered as she caught Lyra and handed her a healing potion. The wound healed significantly, but not completely, "Another." Minthara said Lyra shook her head, "I'll be fine. You worry too much. We should save the few potions we have left for when we truly need them." Lyra said.

(10-20)

"My name is Lyra. We're going to get you out of here." Lyra said. Suddenly, a Gnoll lunged at her, "BEHIND YOU!" I shouted. Lyra dodged out of the way, and the Gnoll's claws left shallow cuts on her, but nothing serious. Lyra punched with all her strength and broke the Gnoll's spine. 

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"Are you alright, little one?" Lyra asked as she grabbed my shoulders, I nodded, "Good, now what's your name? Do you know where your parents are?" she asked, "We do not have time for this, my love." Minthara said coldly, Lyra scowled at her, "Ignore her, she likes to act cold and uncaring, but she's a big softie." Lyra said making me smile, "I'm (y/n), and I don't know where I am or my family is." I said, "Well then we'll help you." she said Minthara looked displeased, "Look this isn't what I imagined for our last quest either, but I want to end having helped someone in a meaningful way. This will do that." Lyra said, "Your soft heart will be your downfall, but it is one of the things I love most about you." Minthara said with a sigh. 

We went back to what was left of my guardian's camp to take what supplies remained. There wasn't much. The two Drow women seemed more interested in recovering food and another bedroll than anything else. "Miss Lyra, I found this," I said as I brought a knife to her. That's great, sweetie. Why don't you let me hold onto that for now? Once we can find you a sheath for it, then you can have it," she said.

We traveled for the rest of the day and set up camp. "Here you go. This bedroll's yours." Minthara said as she handed me the bedroll.

<please make a DC-15 arcana check>

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(15-20)

[Narrator]: You sense faint traces of magic radiating from the bedroll. Whoever this belonged to must've been a powerful wizard.

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"I thought we couldn't find anything useful at the camp? Where did this come from?" I asked, "It belonged to a friend. Do not damage it or I'll have your head." she said as she walked away. "His name was Gale, he was a good man. He was just asked to do more than anyone should've had to. We miss him dearly." Lyra said, "Here. You should have this back. I'll sleep on the ground." I said, "No. He'd want you to have it." she said. I looked around the camp and saw remnants of others who used to call this camp their home. A dagger and a thieve's tool kit, a staff, likely belonging to Gale, a training dummy with a Gith sword stabbed into the ground, a circlet and a mace, a rapier and a soul coin, and a teddy bear and infernal iron all stood in place of tents.