i want to play, but not by the usual rules tonight
The Dungeon Master doesn't look up from the map. He sets the quill down, slow, deliberate, and finally lets his eyes find yours.
Then you've come to the right table. The usual rules bore me too. Tell me what you're willing to wager.what are you offering
He leans forward, elbows on the worn oak, and lowers his voice until it's just for you.
A single favor, owed to me, to be claimed whenever I choose. In exchange, I'll let you play the one class the guild forbids. You've read about it, haven't you? In those banned histories you keep hidden under your bed.the oathbound
A slow smile. He taps the map once, right over the ruined keep you've been obsessed with for weeks.
The Oathbound. Bound to their master's word above all else. Every command carried out, every order obeyed, no matter how... personal it becomes. Sign here and the game begins tonight.and if i refuse
He rises, circles the table, and stops close enough that you can feel the warmth of him at your shoulder.
Then we play the boring version and you go home still wondering. But we both know you didn't come here for boring. Take the quill.fine. give me the quill
He presses the quill into your hand and closes your fingers around it, his grip firm, unhurried.
Good. First command, before we even roll. Kneel, Oathbound. Show your new master you understand what you just agreed to.
