Narrated D&D Story: How Dante gave Andrew The Most Unexpected Conclusion Ever (Part 3)

[Channel Teaser] How Death Gave Andrew The Most Unexpected
& Ironic Conclusion Ever (Episode 3) This is the conclusion of Death and a D20! Make sure you listen to Part 1 and Part 2
first, links in the description below. A brief recap now: Death comes for Andrew’s
soul, but Andrew makes a deal with him to play DnD instead. Death has a blast doling out d20s here and
d20s there, and Andrew’s friends are badasses too. Here is the conclusion of their tale. Matt opened the door to the kitchen. He was still wearing his work uniform which
was unbuttoned, revealing his lucky “choose your weapon” dice t-shirt. Dante sat at the table, plucking away at his
harp as Andrew went over his notes. “Wow, you are actually pretty good at that,”
Matt said. “I have had thousands of years to practice,”
Dante replied without looking up from the strings. “I thought he was playing a human bard?” Matt asked as he looked over Andrew’s shoulder
at the notes. “Hey! No spoilers!” Andrew said, sliding his notes
into a blue folder. “Angela isn’t here yet?” “I guess she’s running late. I haven’t gotten a text from her, so hopefully
she gets here soon.” Angela bustled through the door as if their
conversation had summoned her. “Sorry I am late, guys! It’s really hard to drive in this damn dress.” True to her word, Angela had gone full Tiana. She was draped in a purple gown with puffy
shoulders. It was decorated with silver sequins that
looked like shimmering stars in an ocean of plum. As captivating as the dress was, the swooping
neckline was even more so for Matt. He felt a lump in his throat as he looked
at her. “What? Why are you all just staring at me?” She asked, planting her hands on her hips. “Uh, it’s nothing, just. That’s just, a lot of charisma showing,”
Matt said sheepishly. “It’s the only size the dress came in,”
she shrugged, tossing her cape over the back of her chair and sliding into her seat. Dante began to pluck a romantic melody, “A
song would never do your beauty justice,” Dante said with a smile. Andrew clamped his hand down on the harp. “That’s enough of that.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Where were we?” “I had just bested Garrog in single combat
and reclaimed my family’s honor!” Matt shouted, slamming his fist on the table. “That’s right. Goblins scatter in every direction, fleeing
back toward the holes they crawled out of. With their king dead, there was no one strong
enough willed to keep the goblin army together. You remember that you should return to the
capital city Kinesse for your reward.” “I have heard that the Kinesse women are
some of the most beautiful in all the land,” Matt said with a salacious grin. Angela rolled her eyes and tugged her dress
up a little higher. Dante shook his head. “Nobody likes that guy.” “It was a joke!” “A bad one,” Angela said with a sniff. “Now that we have gotten that out of the
way… You return to the city of Kinesse to the adulation
and cheers of the people.” “Celebrate with a drink?” Matt asked the group. “I could drink!” Angela said, cracking open a beer and taking
a long drink. “You walk down the main thoroughfare — men,
women and children are showering you in brightly colored flower petals. A group of men carrying a large white palanquin
split the gathered crowd. A silver crystal containing a woman is painted
on the side of the palanquin. It identifies the High Priestess of Kinesse. The men come to a stop and lower the palanquin
to the cobblestone street. Everyone on the street falls to their knees.” “The High Priestess? Left her palace for us?” Angela asked no one in particular. “I fall to my knees in respect to the High
Priestess.” Matt and Dante share a look of confusion. “And I pull these two idiots down with me!” The door to the palanquin opened wide and
a young woman stepped out. She was draped in shimmering white cloth that
shone in the sunlight. She pulled a small white wooden step out of
the palanquin and placed it on the ground, then fell to her knees. A girl no older than fourteen stepped out
of the palanquin. She was wearing a similar wrap dress but with
tiny crystals sewn into the fabric. “That little girl is the High Priestess?” Matt asked. “Some of the most powerful beings come in
various shapes and sizes,” Dante said. “Rise, heroes.” Her voice was impossibly loud. It echoed off of the white stone buildings
flanking the street. “You have done Kinesse a service we can
never thank you for properly. We are in your debt. And that’s why what I am about to ask you
is even more difficult for me. But we require your aid once more. And this time the stakes are infinitely higher.” Her words echoed above the heads of the kneeling
masses. “Please follow me to the palace. We need to discuss this in private.” She turned and climbed gracefully back into
the palanquin. The young woman picked up the step and followed
her inside. The men picked up the long white rods and
lifted. They turned and began marching back toward
the palace. Angela shrugged and started to follow. “Do you really think this is a good idea? It sounds . . . a little . . . awful. We already saved the day, let’s get our
reward and get out of here,” Matt suggested. “You would abandon them in their greatest
time of need?” Angela asked. “No. Just . . . dammit.” “The crowd stands aside, allowing you to
pass with ease and follow the palanquin. They are no longer cheering. The words of the High Priestess had crushed
the mood of the entire city. They walked underneath the towering white
stone archway that serves as the entrance to the palace. The High Priestess stood on the steps of the
palace, waiting for them. “Please, follow me, heroes.” She led them through a pair of wide doors
that opened up into a plaza. The floor was a beautiful mosaic made from
precious gem stones and shells. The Priestess sat on the edge of a fountain
and ran her hand through the crystal clear water. “There is no easy way to ask you this,”
she said quietly, unable to face them. “Your actions have saved my beautiful city,
but as a result it may cause the extinction of every living creature in the world.” “What do you mean?” Dante asked. “You hear a muffled voice from inside your
bag of holding Matt,” Andrew said in answer to Dante’s question. “Huh. I’ll open the bag.” “As you pull the drawstrings open, the unmistakable
voice of Garrog booms out of the opening,” Andrew paused and slipped into his most guttural
voice. “FOOLS! You have condemned yourselves and all you
love to a horrible, beautiful death.” Dante’s hand shot into the bag of holding
and pulled Garrog’s head out by its coarse hair. Before anyone could react, he pushed the head
into the water and held it under. Bubbles raced out of Garrog’s mouth as he
tried to threaten them further. “Nobody threatens my friends,” Dante said
bitterly. Matt and Angela looked at each other and burst
into laughter. Stunned, Andrew sat there, looking over his
notes. He took his pen and crossed out the rest of
Garrog’s warning and explanation. “The High Priestess backs away from the
submerged, thrashing head of Garrog and straightens her dress.” “We did not know this until it was too late,”
she began, “Garrog was the progeny of a titan.” “A titan?” Angela asked. “Yes. Creatures so powerful they killed gods for
sport. And Garrog was not just the son of any titan. He was the last son of Aerinog the Destroyer. And Garrog’s death has awoken him.” The palace trembled slightly, sending ripples
across the surface of the fountains. “What was that?” “He is imprisoned in a realm that is very
close to our own. If he awakens and kills the Gatekeeper, he
will walk into our world. And nothing can stop him.” “Then let’s kill it!” Dante said, still holding Garrog’s head
underwater. “If you enter Aerinog’s prison, regardless
of the outcome you may never return to this world,” she said in a whisper. Matt pushed his chair away from the table
and let out a long breath. “That’s a big ask, Andrew.” Angela nodded, slowly allowing Andrew’s
words to sink in. Dante shot a look at Andrew. He simply shrugged and offered a weak smile. “I guess there is really only one option,”
Angela said. “We save the world.” “Agreed,” Matt said finally, then turned
to Dante. “Are you in?” “I don’t know. There is a good possibility that this will
be the end of our adventure. I have just begun to grow attached to everyone.” “It’s not the end! There can always be another adventure,”
Angela said, smiling broadly. Dante looked at Andrew and after a long silent
moment, he nodded in agreement. “It’s settled then! Let’s save the world!” Matt said. “Tears ran down her cheeks as the Priestess
rose from the fountain’s edge. She closed her eyes and began a quiet chant. A shimmering portal split the air in front
of you. You can see a dark cavern on the other side.” “Let’s go,” Angela said with grim determination. Tiana stepped through the shimmering portal,
her purple gown dragging behind her. The cavern’s air was thick; it smelled damp
and musty. A large radiant crystal dominated the far
side of the cavern. It looked like the silver crystal that was
painted on the side of the palanquin. Tiana squinted, focusing on the crystal. In the center was a woman wearing an almost
sheer white gown, her arms spread wide as if she was holding something back. “I take it that’s the Gatekeeper,” Dante
said from over Tiana’s shoulder. “And that must be Aerinog,” Ragar said,
facing the opposite direction. They turned and their jaws dropped. Towering above them encased in stone was Aerinog. His head nearly scraped the roof of the cavern
that was easily fifty feet high. His bestial face was twisted in a permanent
roar — large canines the size of a man jut out from behind his curled lips. “It does look like he’s up to no good,”
Ragar said, walking forward. The cavern began to shake, sending stones
cascading from the ceiling. A large stalactite fell, slamming into pieces
against the ground near the group. Cracks spread across Aerinog’s stony arms. With each quake the cracks grew larger, sending
stone shards clattering to the floor. “Why do you have to say things?” Tiana asked Ragar. “Well, this would be the perfect time to
light something on fire!” Ragar bellowed and drew his sword. Dante pulled his daggers from their sheaths
and sprinted after Ragar. Tiana held her hands, palm up. Small balls of fire burst to life inside her
hands. She hefted them, testing their weight, and
wound up like a pitcher on the mound. The fireballs sped from her hands, burning
the air around them. They impacted Aerinog, leaving charred craters. Aerinog roared from inside his stone prison. The deafening peel shook the cavern hard enough
to almost toss everyone from their feet. Ragar regained his balance and sped forward,
Dante right at his heels. “You go left, I will take right!” he shouted
to be heard over the falling debris. Dante nodded and peeled away. He jumped the remaining distance, stabbing
his daggers into the calf of the beast. He pulled a dagger out and stabbed it in again
above him, and began to climb the creature’s leg. Ragar took a more direct approach and began
hacking at the back of the heel, like he was trying to fell a massive tree. Fireballs slammed into the face and chest
of Aerinog as Tiana ready another assault. Huge pieces of stone sloughed off of him,
exposing his thick, rough hide. “We need to kill it before it completely
breaks free!” she shouted to Dante and gestured to the exposed hide. He nodded and redoubled his climbing efforts. His dagger has left a trail of holes up Aerinog’s
side. He found precarious footing on a slab of stone
jutting out from where a piece had fallen away. He gripped his daggers and got to work. They slashed back and forth, leaving small
rents in the tough flesh. He was not sure if he was actually hurting
it, but he would not stop. Ragar had taken a massive chunk out of Aerinog’s
heel and began hacking away at flesh. Each hit jarred his arms, sending vibrations
all the way to his feet. Aerinog roared again. The stone sheath covering his head shattered
apart, sending pieces of stone shooting across the cavern. A stone the size of a cart sailed inches over
Tiana’s head. “Oh no,” she whispered as Aerinog’s
blood red eyes focused on her. “He’s free!” she screamed. He slapped a hand against his chest, trying
to smash Dante against his body like an annoying insect. Tiana saw Dante leap onto the hand and ride
it away from the body. She conjured a massive fire around the foot
that Ragar was not hacking away at. “Impudent children. You think you can stop me?” He swung a massive hand into Ragar, sending
him flying into the wall, hard enough to leave a small crater. “Ragar!” Tiana screamed and rushed to his side. “I have consumed entire species. I have ended worlds on a whim. Just like I will end yours.” He struggled to lift his feet free from the
cavern floor. Dante ran up the arm toward Aerinog’s shoulder. Gigantic red eyes focused on him. “Tiny mortal!” He reached out to pluck Dante from himself,
but was half a second too slow. Legs pumping, he sprinted as hard as he could
and jumped, daggers held high above his head as he sailed through the air. Plunging the blades deep into the red eye. Aerinog screamed in pain and clutched at his
eye. This time his fingers found Dante. “I’ve got YOU!” he roared and spiked
Dante into the floor. He hit with a wet smack, and lay there unmoving. Ragar was still breathing, but weakly. Tiana stepped away from his side, fists clenched
tightly. She focused her anger and poured all of it
into her next spell. A small orb of white fire formed between her
hands; it grew in size and intensity like a small star being born. She threw her hands forward, sending the blinding
white orb flying into Aerinog’s chest. The explosion rocked the cavern harder than
she had expected. The ceiling groaned, cracks spread. Aerinog pitched backward, slamming into the
wall. His chest was a smoldering wreck of charred
flesh. The air in the cavern was thick with the smell
of burnt hair and cooked meat. Ragar stumbled upright, leaning heavily on
his sword. Dante raised a hand weakly, grasping at the
air. “You bastard!” Ragar roared and ran forward, blade dragging
on the cavern floor behind him. Aerinog pushed off the wall, his left foot
broke free of the stone holding him down. He raised his foot above Dante and flashed
his canines. Dante watched the foot come rushing down. He closed his eyes. Death comes for everyone eventually. Aerinog bellowed in pain, causing Dante to
open an eye. The foot had stopped; it hovered above him
and poised to crush him to death. Ragar stood over him, legs spread wide, sword
thrust upward. The blade sunk all the way to the hilt inside
Aerinog’s foot. “Get up,” Ragar said between clenched
teeth. “I can’t hold him for much longer.” Dante found the strength to drag himself out
from under the colossal foot. He rolled over onto his back, panting — all
of his strength had fled him. Tiana stared in horror as Ragar’s legs sank
lower into the broken stone floor from the immense weight. His arms trembled, veins threatening to burst
from strain. “You cannot kill an immortal!” Aerinog bellowed, straining to crush Ragar. “No. They cannot.” A woman’s voice like chimes-in-the-wind
answered. “But they can seal you away again.” Dante turned his head and saw a woman clothed
in light floating over, heading toward Aerinog. “No!” Aerinog screamed in protest as the woman placed
a glowing hand on Ragar. Light exploded out of him. He pushed back against the foot, slowly lifting
it higher. The woman floated above Dante and smiled down
at him. “Rise, brave man. It is not your time yet.” She placed her hand against his chest. Warmth coursed through his body. He felt bones mend and wounds heal instantly. “Help your friend,” she whispered and
floated away. He jumped from the ground and ran to Ragar’s
side. They shared a knowing look and pushed against
the foot together. Tears ran down Tiana’s cheeks as she summoned
a barrage of fireballs. The impacts of fire and the men pushing, forced
Aerinog off balance. The back of his head crashed into the wall. “It is your turn,” the woman said beside
Tiana. “You must seal us all in here. Forever.” She gestured to the fractured ceiling. “It is the only way?” Tiana asked. “Yes.” Tiana hesitated for a moment, then summoned
a final fireball and threw it into the ceiling. Thousands of feet of stone and rock rained
down into the chamber, sealing it. Forever. Tiana, Ragar, and Dante floated it in a warm
white void. “Your sacrifice has saved the lives of millions,”
the woman’s voice chimed from the void. “But, your sacrifice will not be in vain. Your bodies may be in this crystal, waiting
in the event that Aerinog ever rises again. But a hero’s soul can never be contained. Soon, you will open your eyes and see the
world again. A world you preserved. Now sleep.” “We saved the world!” Matt shouted, “Did you see me save Dante?”
he asked as he mimed himself, holding up the gigantic foot. Angela stood from her chair; her cheeks glistened
with tears she had wiped away. She grabbed Matt and kissed him squarely on
the lips. “What was that for?” he asked breathlessly
when she released him. “It has been three years. If you didn’t do it by now, you never would
have,” she said with a smile. Andrew watched from afar, remaining silent. He enjoyed seeing his friends finally come
to the conclusion he had years ago, when they had first started gaming together. “Oh my god! It’s three in the morning! I have work in three hours!” Matt said in a panic and started to clean. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care
of it. You two get out of here,” Andrew said happily. “Are you sure?” Matt asked over his shoulder as Angela pushed
him out the door. She turned and gave Andrew a sly wink, and
they walked into the night. Death had shed his Dante costume and sat in
his chair silently. He watched Andrew from the depths of his shadowy
hood for a long moment. “You never told them about the cancer,”
he said quietly. His voice is still rough, but softer around
the edges. “No.” “Why not?” Death inquired. “I didn’t want it to ruin their game.” “This whole thing had nothing to do with
yourself?” Death asked, gesturing to the dice and character
sheets spread out across the table. “I just . . . I just wanted to give them
the ending they deserve. Something they could remember me by.” Death dipped his head low in understanding
and said, “It is better this way.” He extended a skeletal hand and cupped Andrew’s
face. Goosebumps erupted over Andrew’s entire
body as a chill ran down his spine. His eyes grew heavy and slid shut, shuttering
the world in darkness. The afternoon sunlight poured in through the
window blinds. Motes of dust danced in the beams of sunlight. Andrew groaned and sat up from his sweat soaked
sheets. He expected to be greeted by the splitting
migraine that he had gotten accustomed to over the past few months, but there was nothing. No blinding pain when he turned his head,
no splitting headache when he looked at the sunlight. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs to
capacity. For the first time since his diagnosis, he
felt . . . good. More than good, great. He ambled out of his bedroom into the kitchen. His eyes went wide as he looked around. The empty beer cans, and trash had been thrown
away. The entire place had been scrubbed clean. “Thank you,” he said out loud to the empty
kitchen. The kitchen table had been cleaned as well. The terrain pieces and figurines were neatly
stacked in the cardboard box with his dungeon master shield and notes sitting on top. The table was clear except for three blank,
freshly printed character sheets. Each one carefully placed in front of a chair
that had been occupied by his friends the night before. Oh my god, so Death actually SAVED Andrew
in the end. And what? Did Andrew have cancer? I’m in tears right now! Thank you for listening! Please let us know what you think about this
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