No True Pair: Crossover mini-event
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senmutWary Arrival (400 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragonlance, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar [Dragonlance], Drizzt Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Crossover
Summary:
Drizzt Do'Urden was not a man to allow anything to leave him flat-footed for long. The tail had whipped around too fast, flung him back through the gate when it stole his breath with the thud against his chest, but he rolled with the blow, and came up, swords already back in their ready position… to find the gate had no visible sign on this side, and his eyes were streaming tears from the change of tree-dappled shade and sun to the glare of multiple light sources in a confined space.
Sound told him two bodies, both in loose rustling clothes, and the air pressure spoke of several obstacles in a small space.
"Deal with him; he's some sort of elf," a voice said, and Drizzt realized the sound of it was being translated through the arm-band he'd been gifted with, an artifact for translation.
Thankfully, it worked on his words too.
"Peace, unless you are in league with the dark ranger and druid I was fighting," Drizzt said.
"Magic," a second voice said, and now Drizzt knew where both were more clearly.
"How interesting," came a sardonic reply to that, and Drizzt could all but feel the jaded sense in the speaker.
"If you are both familiar with magic," he hazarded, "I can try and trade knowledge," he offered, smelling books and ink, "for a return to my rightful place before any of the archmages I work with come seeking me."
"Deal," the second voice answered, with only the slightest sigh from the first. As a show of peace, Drizzt flipped his swords into their scabbards, and ignored his injuries in favor of forcing his eyes to work. One elf, one… that was not quite a human, if he were to guess, for all the man likely had begun as such.
"Drizzt Do'Urden."
"Dalamar Nightson," the elf with bronze skin said. "And he is Raistlin Majere," he added when the once-human did not respond to the question of names implicit in the introduction. "Let us get our impressions of the portal that spit you out, and then we will decide further how to proceed."
Drizzt nodded once, and started working on his injuries, relieved that Mielikki's magic could aid him still — and aware that the one called Raistlin was studying him more than where he'd fallen from. There was a sense of foreboding, and Drizzt would stay on guard.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragonlance, The Legend of Drizzt Series - R. A. Salvatore
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar [Dragonlance], Drizzt Do'Urden
Additional Tags: Crossover
Summary:
Drizzt gets shoved off-plane and meets a Dark Elf... by some standards.
Wary Arrival
Drizzt Do'Urden was not a man to allow anything to leave him flat-footed for long. The tail had whipped around too fast, flung him back through the gate when it stole his breath with the thud against his chest, but he rolled with the blow, and came up, swords already back in their ready position… to find the gate had no visible sign on this side, and his eyes were streaming tears from the change of tree-dappled shade and sun to the glare of multiple light sources in a confined space.
Sound told him two bodies, both in loose rustling clothes, and the air pressure spoke of several obstacles in a small space.
"Deal with him; he's some sort of elf," a voice said, and Drizzt realized the sound of it was being translated through the arm-band he'd been gifted with, an artifact for translation.
Thankfully, it worked on his words too.
"Peace, unless you are in league with the dark ranger and druid I was fighting," Drizzt said.
"Magic," a second voice said, and now Drizzt knew where both were more clearly.
"How interesting," came a sardonic reply to that, and Drizzt could all but feel the jaded sense in the speaker.
"If you are both familiar with magic," he hazarded, "I can try and trade knowledge," he offered, smelling books and ink, "for a return to my rightful place before any of the archmages I work with come seeking me."
"Deal," the second voice answered, with only the slightest sigh from the first. As a show of peace, Drizzt flipped his swords into their scabbards, and ignored his injuries in favor of forcing his eyes to work. One elf, one… that was not quite a human, if he were to guess, for all the man likely had begun as such.
"Drizzt Do'Urden."
"Dalamar Nightson," the elf with bronze skin said. "And he is Raistlin Majere," he added when the once-human did not respond to the question of names implicit in the introduction. "Let us get our impressions of the portal that spit you out, and then we will decide further how to proceed."
Drizzt nodded once, and started working on his injuries, relieved that Mielikki's magic could aid him still — and aware that the one called Raistlin was studying him more than where he'd fallen from. There was a sense of foreboding, and Drizzt would stay on guard.
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no_true_pairNo True Pair: Crossover mini-event
Jul. 19th, 2025 12:14 amsenmutBlue (300 words) by Sharpest_Asp
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragonlance, Sword-Dancer Saga - Jennifer Roberson
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Kitiara uth Matar [Dragonlance], Skie [Dragonlance], Delilah [Sword-Dancer Saga]
Additional Tags: Crossover, Triple Drabble
Summary:
These lands that Del explores are nothing like the homeland she is exiled from. There are strange beings, stranger creatures, and this one… huge, reptilian, graceful fills her view and she is unafraid. Only as an afterthought does she take in the human woman upon the creature whose hide is so blue as to rival sapphires in their brilliance.
"She's not afraid of us, Skye," the human says aloud, voice meant to carry, and Del can understand, because of the exile ritual that cast her here.
"I fear nothing on sight, and few on action," Del declares, and the woman laughs.
"Skie, should we keep this strange woman, so pale and pretty who carries her sword on her back like a gladiator?"
The blue creature turns its head to appraise Del with one baleful eye. "Such lack of fear is commendable," a basso voice comes from it, and Del stands her ground when the large head pokes toward her. "I would consent to allowing you to bring her back."
"I suggest you climb up here swiftly, as the army is not far behind me… and most of them will only see your curves, not that steel," the hard-muscled woman says with a quirk of her mouth that says much on her opinions of such.
Del doesn't hesitate. This woman has power, and the — Skie — Skie radiates it as well. If she is to be exiled, she wishes power of her own, to find her way home some day.
"Call me Del." She climbs swiftly, aided by one long line tossed down.
"Kitiara. And Skie, as mentioned."
No more words follow, as Skie flings himself back into the blue heavens above, and Del learns the thrill of wind rushing around her, tucked in behind Kitiara.
This is a good start here.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Dragonlance, Sword-Dancer Saga - Jennifer Roberson
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Kitiara uth Matar [Dragonlance], Skie [Dragonlance], Delilah [Sword-Dancer Saga]
Additional Tags: Crossover, Triple Drabble
Summary:
Del, exiled to a new world, meets another woman
Blue
These lands that Del explores are nothing like the homeland she is exiled from. There are strange beings, stranger creatures, and this one… huge, reptilian, graceful fills her view and she is unafraid. Only as an afterthought does she take in the human woman upon the creature whose hide is so blue as to rival sapphires in their brilliance.
"She's not afraid of us, Skye," the human says aloud, voice meant to carry, and Del can understand, because of the exile ritual that cast her here.
"I fear nothing on sight, and few on action," Del declares, and the woman laughs.
"Skie, should we keep this strange woman, so pale and pretty who carries her sword on her back like a gladiator?"
The blue creature turns its head to appraise Del with one baleful eye. "Such lack of fear is commendable," a basso voice comes from it, and Del stands her ground when the large head pokes toward her. "I would consent to allowing you to bring her back."
"I suggest you climb up here swiftly, as the army is not far behind me… and most of them will only see your curves, not that steel," the hard-muscled woman says with a quirk of her mouth that says much on her opinions of such.
Del doesn't hesitate. This woman has power, and the — Skie — Skie radiates it as well. If she is to be exiled, she wishes power of her own, to find her way home some day.
"Call me Del." She climbs swiftly, aided by one long line tossed down.
"Kitiara. And Skie, as mentioned."
No more words follow, as Skie flings himself back into the blue heavens above, and Del learns the thrill of wind rushing around her, tucked in behind Kitiara.
This is a good start here.
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