However, I did write the story, and I may as well post it somewhere. The scenario for the story is as follows:
Write a 2-3 page short story on a Dwarf, Elf, Tiefling,
and a Human meeting for the 1st time in a dungeon in a room with a
single chest in it with a kobold sitting on the chest.
As Dagan dislodged the heavy axe from his fallen enemy, he could see the fear etched in the eyes, frozen in place. Dagan was short and stocky like any dwarf. His beard was long, tangled, and completely gray. His clothing was torn and travelstained. The smell of gore dripping from his axe lingered in the air, mixed with sweat. But his blue eyes were clear, glittering in the sunlight.
Glancing around, he saw only one left. The only one that mattered. Lyt. This one was smart. He had appeared as a miserable wretch at the entrance to Dagan’s mountain home several months earlier, begging for mercy and food. Feeling pitty on the poor creature, Dagan’s family had taken him in and given him shelter. He quickly made himself invaluable. He cleaned the house, did the dishes, fetched wood for the fires. It seemed that he was there to stay. Little did he know that Lyt was a cunning thief who was merely waiting for an opportunity.
When that opportunity finally came, Dagan had been enraged. To make matters worse, his family blamed him for the theft, since he was the one who had insisted that the clan show mercy on the creature. The stolen jewel was much more than a shiny trinket. It had been given to the family by a powerful cleric generations ago as a reward for a deed long forgotten. All that was still known was that one day this jewel would bring great honor and riches to Dagan’s family if they kept it safe.
And thus he found himself here, in a slimy cave, after weeks of tracking. He had expected to find Lyt alone gloating over his newfound treasure, but instead he had been met by almost a dozen kobolds at the entrance to the lair. Dagan would have been slain but for the young elf maiden who had run into the clearing. Her bow made short work of the few remaining creatures. She came over to Dagan now, a questioning look in her eyes. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Solura. What unfortu…”
“No time for questions now, lass,” Dagan said, cutting her off. “We’ve got to catch that miserable little thief before he escapes!” The strain of battle and anticipation of reclaiming the jewel made his voice rougher than he’d intended. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, looking at his feet. “Thank you for your help.” She was taller than most other elves he had met. Her long white hair contrasted with her tanned skin (unusual for an elf, he thought). Her feminine features were augmented by the low-cut, tight leather outfit she was wearing. Shaking his head, he quickly turned and entered the cavern, following the footsteps on his prey.
The sound of clinking amour was all that could be heard as Dagan moved cautiously down the hallway. His new companion kept up easily, making no sound at all. Up ahead was a chamber. He was sure this was where the kobold had run. There would be no escaping this time. He would reclaim his families honor by bringing the jewel back to his clan.
Suddenly the elf froze. Her instincts told her that something was wrong. Nearby a hidden presence lurked. She motioned for the dwarf to be still, and slowly turned around, scanning the area. Seeing and hearing nothing further, she shrugged her shoulders and motioned for Dagan to continue on.
The tiefling smiled as the two unlikely companions moved past him. His magic concealment had worked. The smile emphasized a fierce light in the creatures not-quite-human eyes. Asoedus was tall, with jet black hair and a reddish tint to his skin. There were small horns protruding from his head. The remainder of his body was covered in a long black cloak that seemed to cling to him like a shadow in the corner where the light never shone. He, too, was anxious to enter the chamber. Unlike the dwarf and his elven friend, he had no interest in the creature that had run in ahead of them, or the jewel he carried. He was seeking a magical artifact. And in the room ahead he could sense a great power. But Asoedus hadn’t lived this long by being reckless. Better to let the other fools enter the room first.
Hefting his axe in his hand, Dagan neared the entrance to the room. He was a veteran of many battles and knew better than to go charging into a strange room on the heels of an enemy, no matter that it was only a kobold. Lyt was different. He had completely fooled Dagan and his family and managed to steal their most prized posession. As Dagan had been tracking him, Lyt had exhibited an air of confidence — like everything was proceeding according to some plan that the dwarf couldn’t see.
Conferring with the elf, Dagan said, “You hang back; your weapon will be of little use in here. Besides, this is my fight. I won’t be long.” Before she could protest, the dwarf moved from the hallway into the room. He immediately scanned the area, checking for the kobold and any obvious traps that might be present. Three things immediately struck him; one of them literally. First, he noted that the kobold was sitting on top of a rather large steel treasure chest. He had a look of supreme confidence on his face and appeared to simply be waiting. Second, Dagan saw that the room was lit with an eerie green glow that had no source. No sooner had he noticed this than he doubled over in pain, the air knocked out of his body. An unseen force had punched him in the gut.
Laughing, the kobold stood up and strolled to the dwarf, a wicked looking knife in one hand. “Looks like this isss the end of you, dwarfs. You sshould never have followed me when I stole the jewelss. You’s are involved in something you know nothings about. Now to deal with you.”
Overhearing the kobold speak, Solura was about to run to the dwarves aid, but she was pushed back by a powerful arm. Asoedus had been watching from a shadow near the doorway and knew instinctively that the kobold help the key to the power he sought. He quietly muttered a few words, pointed his fingers, and watched calmly as four bolts of lightning struck the kobold square in the chest, charring his body instantly.
The knife slipped from Lyt’s lifeless hands and the jewel fell to the floor, shattering as it impacted. Hardly noticing, Asoedus went quickly to the chest and tried to open it. After a few moments, he screamed in frustration.
As the jewel fell to the floor, there was a bright flash of light. Asoedus quickly cast a light spell and helped the dwarf to his feet. Solura entered the room and gasped as she saw a form coalesce from the remains of the jewel.
A beautiful young woman lie unconscious on the floor where the jewel had shattered. She had a slender build, short brunette hair, and was clothed in a striking white gown. There was a tattoo of a sun around her right eye. Her body suddenly convulsed and she began to cough. When she was able to sit up, she looked around and calmly stated, “Thank you for freeing me. It’s been a long time.”
Asoedus and Dagan looked at each other in confusion. Solura was helping the human female to her feet.
Rounding on the human, Asoedus asked “How do I open the chest? I must gain entrance. My … ”
Dagan quickly cut him off, asking a question of his own. “My family has been guarding this jewel for generations. Its purpose was not given to us. I want some answers!”
The young woman smiled. “All in due time. Our meeting here was no coincidence. The kobold was right – you’re involved in something you know nothing about. All of you are now.” She looked at each of the adventurers in turn, staring into their eyes, as if she could see deep into their souls. “Come, this is no place for a conversation.”