"We could share the twins." (Fantasy Creatures)
From Create Your Own Story
"That's the thing about twins," you say. "There's more than enough to go around."
Oddball smiles devilishly. "We'll have to hit the horses first. I'll get them. You guys take the guards. Chief, I can only make sure one of those halfies doesn't get away. You'll have to grab the other one."
It's a sound plan. You nod, and things get in motion. Oddball rushes on ahead as you all approach. The guards take no real notice of her, since she hardly looks like a bandit. They realise their mistake as their horses cry out their last, her daggers slitting their throats before anyone knew what was happening. Three guards erupt from the back of the carriage, two women and one man. The man rushes at you, but a massive cleave of your greatsword takes his head clean off. Your four orcish comrades tackle the other two. As they do, you chase down the half-elf twin Oddball hadn't managed to wrangle herself. You toss your sword to the side to hasten your approach, then tackle the halfie to the ground. He fights you as you wrap your arms around him, but he soon learns his struggle is useless. He's yours now.
Oddball approaches you with some rope. She helps you tie up your prize. You get up, leaving the half-elf on the ground. He squirms uselessly against his binds. His sad brown eyes look up at you. He's clearly terrified.
"He's cute, ain't he?" remarks Oddball. "His brother is just as, but a lot mouthier."
You crouch down to get a better look. He recoils a little.
"You got a name?" you ask.
"Names are for chumps," says Oddball. "Mine's just Pet to me."
"I'm called Ciaran Delaware," the half-elf says.
What do you say?
