#balor lord

[thecreaturecodex]

Demon, Balor Lord, Ndulu

“Nefarox, Overlord of Grixus” © Wizards of the Coast, by Aleksi Briclot. Accessed at the GameLore Wiki here.

[Commissioned by @tar-baphon​, the second of four monsters revolving around Demon Lord Eltab. In the original Forgotten Realms lore, Ndulu was just the most powerful of the rivals to Eltab’s throne, but I wanted to build a little more frisson into their relationship (and explain how the Moaning Crown was broken without going into its thousand year backstory; see the Eltab entry for information on the Moaning Crown). Choosing to give Ndulu a polearm was solely due to this amazing artwork; I was uninspired by the various bits of balor art I could find, and looked slightly further afield.]

Demon, Balor Lord, Ndulu CR 23 CE Outsider (extraplanar) This mighty demonic figure is wreathed in flames and crowned with horns. It carries a massive polearm with a hooked blade.

Ndulu the Ghost Eater is a balor lord of great power and greater ambition. He is both servant to and enemy of Eltab, Lord of the Hidden Layer, who has coerced his service through layers of magical curses and mundane threats. Ndulu currently acts as a regent, occupying Eltab’s abandoned fortress and fighting other Abyssal powers that seek to rule his territory. Ndulu’s current plans involve finding a way to stop Eltab from making demoncysts and siphoning Abyssal power. If Ndulu succeeds, Eltab will be stripped of power and rank, becoming a nascent demon lord and therefore a much easier target for the Ghost Eater’s physical violence.

Unlike most balors, Ndulu disdains fighting with two weapons at once. He keeps a flaming whip as a back up weapon, but his primary armament is a massive polearm, which he wields with both power and finesse. His tactics involve dominating the battlefield with reach and mobility, and he can and has slain entire armies single-handedly. His epithet comes from his conquest of undead monsters; he can strike incorporeal creatures effortlessly, and can heal his wounds by slaying the living and undead both.

Ndulu’s forces include both powerful combatants such as vavakia and mariliths, and more subtle agents such as glabrezu and succubi. The latter he has sent into the camps of enemy demons and to work among mortals, both leads pursuing a way to cut off the power of the demoncysts. An adventuring party of good aligned characters might find themselves working for the Ghost Eater at several layers of remove, their mentors corrupted by a demon working for Ndulu to clean out demoncysts and sever their connection to the Abyss. Although referring to the creature as an ally may be a stretch, a nightwave nightshade keeps counsel with Ndulu, and elite units of nightwalkers and nightwings have fought for Ndulu’s cause.

Ndulu     CR 23 XP 820,000 CE Large outsider (chaotic, demon, evil, extraplanar) Init +13; Senses darkvision 60 ft., low-light vision, Perception +38, true seeing Aura flaming body, unholy aura (DC 27) Defense AC 40, touch 22, flat-footed 31 (+4 deflection, +9 Dex, +18 natural, –1 size) hp 492 (24d10+360) Fort +33, Ref +21, Will +29 DR 20/cold iron and good; Immune electricity, fire, poison; Resist acid 10, cold 10; SR 34 Defensive Abilities lifedrinker, negative energy affinity Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 90 ft. (good) Melee +2 vorpal unholy bill +39/+34/+29/+24 (2d6+23/19-20x3) plus 2d6 unholy) or +1 vorpal flaming  whip +38/+33/+28/+23 (1d4+15 plus 1d6 fire and entangle) or 2 slams +37 (1d10+14) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (20 ft. with bill or whip) Spell-Like Abilities CL 20th, concentration +29 (+33 casting defensively) Constant—true seeing, unholy aura (DC 27) At will—dominate monster (DC 28), enervation, greater dispel magic, greater teleport (self plus 50 lbs. of objects only), haste, heroism, inflict critical wounds (DC 23), power word stun, telekinesis (DC 24), unholy blight (DC 23) 3/day—control undead (DC 26), horrid wilting (DC 27), quickened waves of fatigue 1/day—blasphemy (DC 26), fire storm (DC 27), summon (level 9, any 1 CR 19 or lower demon 100%), wail of the banshee (DC 28) Statistics Str 39, Dex 29, Con 40, Int 26, Wis 26, Cha 29 Base Atk +24; CMB +39; CMD 62 Feats Blind-fight, Combat Casting, Combat Reflexes, Following Step, Improved Initiative, Improved Critical (bill), Iron Will, Power Attack, Quicken Spell-Like Ability (waves of fatigue), Stand Still, Step Up, Step Up and Strike Skills Acrobatics +33 (+37 when jumping), Bluff +36, Diplomacy +36, Fly +38, Intimidate +36,  Knowledge (history) +32, Knowledge (nobility) +32, Knowledge (planes) +35, Knowledge (religion) +32, Linguistics +24, Perception +43, Sense Motive +35, Stealth +32, Use Magic Device +36; Racial Modifiers +8 Perception Languages Abyssal, Celestial, Common, Draconic, Necril, Protean, 13 others; telepathy 100 ft. SQ death throes, ghostly grasp, shorten grip, vorpal strike, whip mastery Ecology Environment any land or underground (Abyss) Organization unique Treasure standard (+2 unholy cold iron bill, +1 flaming whip, other treasure) Special Abilities Death Throes (Su) When killed, Ndulu explodes in a blinding flash of fire that deals 120 points of damage (half fire, half unholy damage) to anything within 100 feet (Reflex DC 37 halves). The save DC is Constitution-based. Entangle (Ex) If Ndulu strikes a Medium or smaller foe with its whip, he can immediately attempt a grapple check without provoking an attack of opportunity. If Ndulu wins the check, he draws the foe into an adjacent square. The foe gains the grappled condition, but Ndulu does not. Flaming Body (Su) A balor's body is covered in dancing flames. Anyone striking Ndulu with a natural weapon or unarmed strike takes 1d6 points of fire damage. A creature that grapples Ndulu or is grappled by him takes 6d6 points of fire damage each round the grapple persists. Ghostly Grasp (Su) Ndulu’s natural weapons and manufactured weapons deal full damage to incorporeal creatures as if they had the ghost touch weapon property. Lifedrinker (Su) Once per round when Ndulu kills a living or undead opponent, he can heal 150 hit points and remove any status effects as per a heal spell (CL 20th). Shorten Grip (Ex) Ndulu can shorten his grip on a polearm as an immediate action, threatening all squares within 10 feet instead of the polearm’s normal reach until he lengthens his grip with another immediate action. Vorpal Strike (Su) Any slashing weapon Ndulu wields gains the vorpal weapon quality. Weapons retain this quality for one hour after Ndulu releases the weapon, but after this the weapon reverts to its standard magical qualities, if any. Whip Mastery (Ex) Ndulu treats a whip as a light weapon for the purposes of two-weapon fighting, and can inflict lethal damage on a foe regardless of the foe's armor.

#ndulu #balor #demon #balor lord #pathfinder 1e #D&D #forgotten realms #commission #magic the gathering #mtg art

[vaguely-concerned]

honestly I don't think I'm ever getting over looking up the class description for the Fiend Warlock and finding this shit in there:

Fiends powerful enough to forge a pact include demon lords such as Demogorgon, Orcus, Fraz’Urb-luu, and Baphomet; archdevils such as Asmodeus, Dispater, Mephistopheles, and Belial; pit fiends and balors that are especially mighty; and ultroloths and other lords of the yugoloths.

wizards of the coast this is. this is silly. this is the funniest thing I've ever read and I'm not sure that's what you were going for maybe. this is the kind of shit people were shoving us into lockers over and it makes me feel like maybe they were right to

#oh no! not the pit fiends and balors that are especially mighty! #ultroloths and yugoloths is a fun idea for a band name but a very bad thing to name something if you want me to take it seriously fhadskj #shoutout to fraz'urb-loo for Most Fantasy name construction #I think it's the 'ultroloths and other lords of the yugoloths' at the end that really does me in #like all the rest of it is bog standard if a little trite and on the nose cultural osmosis Devil Tropes names #and then the 'yeah yeah the ultroloths and other lords of the yugoloths we've all seen them' vibes at the end fsahdjkfhaskj

[tomesmithpress]

DEMONS 02

As the darkest days come near devils roam the world. Keep an eye out for these powerful beings.

Included

Balor (3 alts)

Barbed Devil (3 alts)

Cockatrice

Demonic Throne (Fleshy, Deep Sea, Slimey)

Karvolos (Fleshy, Deep Sea, Slimey)

Giant Lizard (4 alts, including a void one)

Ice Devil (3 alts)

Pit Fiend (3 alts, Demonic, Scifi, Deep Sea)

#TSPTokens #demon #demonic #ocean #demonlord #demon lord #devil #lizard #token #mini #miniatures #balor #barbed devil #cockatrice #demonic throne #throne #karvolos #giant lizard #ice devil #pit fiend #fiend #fiendish #ice #fire #eyes #spooky #monster #monstrous #infernal #digital art

[educationaldm]

This is a nice counterpoint to the "Never Give Up" poster.#Funny #SomethingfortheWeekend #LotR #GiveUp #Fantasy #Digging #Dwarf #Demon

#funny tweets #Something for the weekend #LotR #Lord of the Rings #Give up #Fantasy #Digging #Mining #Dwarf #Dwarves #Demon #Balrog #Balor

[magicmalcolm]

I'm sorry is this a detective/mystery game starring a giraffe in a top hat?!

#yes. yes it is. #*giggles* winklebottom #that is a giraffe detective and his hippo sidekick #how can this possibly fail? #lord winklebottom investigates #did noted giraffe enthusiast finn balor have something to do with this?

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"His plaything"

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / Third person POV)

Themes: Dark | Smut

Warnings: Dark! Nuada | Dub-Con | Power imbalance dynamic | Degredation | Explicit language | Spanking | Penetrative sex | Rough Sex | Oral (Male receiving) | Cream pie | Angst

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Nuada searched for a means to satisfy his physical needs. The opportunity presented itself in one of the mortal servants made to serve at court.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

Rules and tag form here.

Nuada was a disciplined elf. He spent hours pouring over books and stone tablets in his lord father's great library. When he was not reading, he was sparring.

The crown prince was a warrior without peer, so the singers said. Even when he was but an elfling, it was said no match could be found for Nuada's gift with spears and swords. His father, the high king of all elves, considered him to be the greatest warrior of their people. And the most accomplished. The prince was not just gifted with the blade and well-read; he was also skilled in craftmanship and music and even dancing. It was a strange thing indeed, to see such a brutal warrior glide across a hall like a feather on the wind.

Handsome and charming and dangerous in equal measure, the prince never wanted for company. Nuada was always surrounded by beautiful maidens, all of them vying for his attention. He was unwed, you see, and was expected to take a wife. That was one of his duties: to marry a maiden of the highest birth and produce an heir. The prince understood this. He was more than willing to pledge himself to marriage, but he just needed time to find a bride worthy of him. Until then, he decided, he would find other means to satisfy his needs, for he was a warrior, and as disciplined as he was, he had a warrior's many appetites.

Of course, it must be said that the prince would never sate his hunger by taking another elf to bed. Oh no. Nuada abhorred the very notion of sullying one of his own people that way, no matter how lowborn the elf in question may be. He turned his eyes to the servants instead. They were all mortal hostages taken by his lord father after a great and terrible war. King Balor tolerated them as well as he could manage, and turned a blind eye to how they were treated, provided certain decencies were observed. Those decencies were simple enough: No torture. No working servants to death. No forced couplings. Alas, these edicts had many and more cracks to find if one knew how to find them.

And Nuada found one precisely to his liking.

"Why are you whimpering, little mortal? He grunted. "I thought a good little whore like you wanted nothing less than being bedded by the crown prince Bethmoora."

Whore. That was the choice word he called her, among other things. And yes, y/n did desire the crown prince ever since the moment she first saw him. Her dreams had been haunted by sweet and tender visions of him wooing her before bedding her. She thought that should her dream ever become reality, he would be as generous and courteous and gentle with her as he was with the ladies of his father's court. Such blissful ignorance only lasted until he caught her looking one night while serving his dinner. The prince only waited till his guests took their leave of him before asking her to sink to her knees. He had caressed her cheek, almost in affection, and insisted she open her mouth for him. Not knowing what was expected of her, y/n obeyed. So much had changed since then.

She jolted when he slapped her thigh. His hand was large and had been roughened by centuries of fighting and wielding weapons. It left a mark all of its own. He slapped her thigh again and dug his nails into her flesh. Y/n licked her lips. The prince was expecting an answer.

"I whimper out of pleasure, your highness," she replied as fast as she could, hoping it would please him. She may have felt some pleasure; it was true, but it was so little. The prince would slake his lust upon her body and chase his release, and show little care for her own. As soon as he was satisfied, Nuada would order her to dress and leave.

"You are not lying to me, yes? You do know what happens when people lie to me, yes?"

"I know, your highness. I am not lying, your highness."

Nuada grunted and grabbed her hips, muttering indencies in her ear the entire time. His hands left bruises wherever they touched. Sometime he held her so hard her body would be sore for several days after. Then there were the things he called her, not caring about how they might make her feel. Y/n would not have minded any of it had he shown any interest in her during the act. Or showed concern for her after it.

"Such a good little whore," he said, picking up his tortuous pace and thrusting even harder, filling her as deeply as he could. His nails dug into delicate skin, leaving bruises in their wake. "But you must be fucking silent. I like you that way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, your highness." Y/n lowered her arms and rested her head against the pillows. That allowed the prince to find another angle. He rammed her and found a new place that made her moan long and deep.

"I said be silent!" He barked at her and soon lost himself in her flesh. Nuada moaned and grew drunk on the sound of his thighs slapping against hers. He chose well, he thought. Y/n was meek and discrete and obedient, a maiden who had not known the touch of men until him. She was so soft, her skin warm, and her cunt plush and sinful whenever it fluttered and tightened around his cock. Then there was that sweet little mouth of hers. Nuada enjoyed seeing it swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend.

The bed creaked softly. Y/n bit her lip and buried her face in the pillows. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her even as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. They had sprung from the knowledge that she was a mere plaything to the prince, someone he could use and throw aside once someone worthy of him was in the offing. And there would be someone worthy. Nuada would take an elf-maid hailing from only the highest of births for a wife. She, on the other hand, was a mere mortal, the only child of a petty king who dared to march against King Balor.

"If only your pathetic father could see you now," Nuada grunts and stops just long enough to reach over to gather her wrists. One hand tightens over them, keeping them behind her back. The other curled around her hair. He tugged hard whenever he sheathed himself in her. "A slut servicing her master."

Her father had been allowed to live on the condition that she be sent to court as a hostage. He had no say in where she was placed or whom she had to serve. He was not allowed to know, either. Perhaps this was a mercy.

The air grew thick and heated. The room felt uncommonly warm. Y/n's neck ached from Nuada tugging her hair. Her entire body trembled with each violent thrust. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her breath had reduced to shallow gasps and pants. A sweet tension gathered in her core. She was close. So close. But the question remained: will the prince let her have her pleasure just this once?

That was not to be. Nuada felt the coiling in his belly. He was on the precipice of his release, and he had no intention of spilling his seed in y/n's slick heat. As glorious as that would be, he did not wish to risk planting a halfling bastard in y/n's belly. The elves were the children of the earth. The golden blood of the true ancients and the elder gods flowed strong in their veins, and Nauda would never dream of mingling his blood with that of a lesser creature. He drew back and got out of bed, pulling y/n with him as he did. She knew what was to happen next and did well to hide the sadness welling within her.

"Open," he commanded, after she settled on her knees.

Y/n obeyed, letting her mouth go slack while he sank his length all the way in. She kept still while he set the pace, her breath filled with the clean scent of him. His cock was warm and heavy on her tongue. Y/n tightened her lips just enough, just as he taught her the first night. He moaned. She opened her eyes. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was slightly parted. Nuada moved, fucking her mouth and grunting whenever that sinful tongue of hers glided along his member. He sighed wistfully, grabbed at her hair, and went faster and deeper, delighting in the little gagging sounds she made. All y/n could do was keep her hands on her thighs and let Nuada enjoy himself. She was not allowed to touch him during the act or speak to him unless spoken to. He delighted in that too, for he believed that was where mortals like her belonged. Silent and by the feet of their betters.

A few more moments were all it took. "Fuck," Nuada muttered while his cock throbbed and twitched and a warm torrent of his spend spilled onto y/n's tongue. He pressed himself hard against her lips while still riding the high of his orgasm, groaning one last time before finally pulling his cock out of her mouth. The prince ran a thumb over the servant girl's lips, pleased to find them glistening and swollen as always.

"Swallow," he commanded, and brushed a thumb over her tears. He brought it to his mouth, as if to savor the taste. "Swallow my spend like the good whore that you are."

Y/n obeyed, trying not wrinkle her face when the salty essence of him washed down her throat. She knew Nuada would not let her leave until she had swallowed every last drop. Nuada grunted in approval when she opened her mouth and he found it empty. He lifted y/n to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers digging into her skin. When he pulled away his eyes glinted in savage triumph.

"Get dressed, and then get out," he said without even looking at her. "I have had my fill of you this night."

Y/n gathered her clothes. Her fingers trembled, as if they had all turned to thumbs. She fumbled with the lacing on her dress, the ties of her neat little apron. She glanced at him. Many a turn of the moon had come and gone since their first coupling, and the prince could not bring himself to even pretend to show her a shred of kindness and respect. Y/n sniffled and looked away.

Nuada made a sound of disgust. "Spare me the sad little doe eyes. I will not fall for it. Now get out and get one of the others to draw me a bath."

Y/n slipped into her shoes and fled into the cold and empty darkness, finding it a welcome relief to the prince's company.

#Dark! Nuada #Prince Nuada #Nuada #nuada x reader #prince nuada x reader #nuada imagine #nuada smut #Hellboy #hellboy imagine #hellboy x reader #fanfiction #Writeblr #Dark! Nuada x Reader #Dark! Nuada imagine #Angst #💫a world of whimsy writes #💫whimsy's plot bunnies

[dnd-smash-pass-vs]

The Molydeus, feared even by Balor and used to keep them in line. 12 ft (3.7 m), loyal, and telepathic with at will telekinesis, polymorph (shapeshifting for you or it), and teleportation! Ol' Moly snake-shoulder here can also summon a marilith, and its master can speak through the snake head. So note that you might get an incoming call from a demon lord during.

#molydeus #dnd #dnd5e #DnD 5e #d&d #smash or pass #5e #monsters of the multiverse #mpmm

[dartagnantt]

Otherworldly Patron: The Bound Demon | Let's be honest, 'the fiend' patron is just 'the devil'

PDFs of this and more can be found over on at my Patreon here!

Anyone else dislike how the patron in the core rule book is called "The Fiend" when its totally 100% a devil? I did, but since we're all about sealing things this week, let's be a bit anime about this and bind demons inside of children and grant them unfathomable power. This would be different from a part demon which is more of a sorcerer situation.

This was slightly tricky considering canonically, each demon is different (even though mechanically there's only like 5 of them) and that of the few demons there actually are, they share very few properties. Originally I was going to make this subclass customisable, but considering this is customisation: the class, I chose against that. But considering that the high level demons are: demon lords, which are way too specific, and the balor, goristro, and marilith which are melee beat sticks, I needed to go for a more generic form of the sort of 'power' a demonic entity would give.

Demonic Endurance

A little something from our friend, the draconic sorcerer. A consistent throughline of demons is their resilience, considering they need to survive the abyss, so hit points!

Unnatural Presence

This is fun, I like the idea that animals are more innately aware of demons. I extended this to humanoids because while we may not understand it, we generally can feel something is off. But for extra flavour, there is some demon (literally, not in a my great great great great grandpappy was a demon way) in you therefore you should ping as a demon.

Envenomed Blood

Not an ability demons really have, but I felt like I needed to give more than just poison resistance since immunity to poison is the demons' thing, and devils too for some reason, but I'm just going to ignore them, so make the poison resistance from the fact that the blood is literal poison :)

Magic Resistance

I hesitated in giving a form of magic resistance, because not even the devil patron gives it while definitely having it, and I avoided telepathy for the same reason (and because it's the GOO's thing) but here we are. That said, most enemies still like to beat you to a pulp rather than to use spells even at high levels, so it's not that powerful

Abyssal Transformation

And this is me giving in and giving your the big smash, but trying my best not to invalidate any path but bladelock. But all high level demons are big and smashy, so I give you the big hurt.

And now to plug my stuff. I release homebrews weekly over on my Patreon. Anyone who pledges $1 or more per post don't have to wait a month to see them, and also help fund my being alive habit.

At the moment, they have exclusive access to the following:

It's a Trap!

Judgement Domain

The Greatwyrm Patron

Breaking and Exiting

I also have three classes, and a splatbook over on DriveThrueRPG to check out:

The Rift Binder. A class specialising in summoning monsters and controlling the battlefield.

The Witch Knight. A class that combines swords and sorcery in the most literal way.

The Werebeast. A class that turns you into a half beast to destroy your foes.

d'Artagnan's Adventurer Almanac. A compendium of races, subclasses, feats, spells, monsters and more!

#d&d 5e #subclasses #d&d #warlock #d&d homebrew #d&d5e

[horus-unofficial]

Bored Lancer, Caliban owner, and part-time software engineer here: what do y'all think would happen if I tried to run Doom (the classic Cradle-era first-person shooter) on a Balor or Gorgon? (Yes, I managed to get it running on my Caliban, and yes, it is neat.)

I have examples of both of those mechs sitting in my team's shared hangar bay, and we're between deployments, so we've got nothing better to do with them at the moment. Figured I'd ask here before doing, and all that.

>caliban pilot >software engineer lord RA...

anyway yea so we code doom into all of our pattern groups, whether or not it can run it is one of the first field tests we perform. the gorgon is probably running version of doom you cant even comprehend at this point

#lancerrpg #lancer rpg #lancer ttrpg #lancer balor #lancer caliban #lancer gorgon

[kit-williams]

Masterlist

Hi decided to actually make a masterlist because it's probably for the best.

Things to know: I will write from a mainly female pov/perspective and it will for the most part be monogamous hetro relationships (in the terms of genitals) I won't do fxf or mxm or trans because that's not how I grew up and I'm god awful at writing homosexual sex (genderbend I can do) Another no: Adultry/cheating/spouse(or partner) thievery

Asks are open

Number of asks waiting to be answered: 19

My Ao3 (I havent updated a story on there since like 2016 I'm scared to even let ya'll see it but I might post the AU on there)

So I mainly write Halo, Runescape, and Warhammer 40k but here I've only been posting my Warhammer 40k and D&D au

So expect a lot of polls because it helps focus my ADHD ass

PLACE WHERE YOU CAN ASK TO BE PUT ON TAG LIST

Poll Storage Pheromone Spray poll part 1 First kiss part 2 Pheromone Spray part 2 Husbandry lewdness poll First Kiss part 3 How to tag the lewd poll probably going with carnal bond

Warhammer 40k

The D&D AU

The Yandere Black Templar and Flesh Tearer

The Yandere Space Marine Masterlist

Story Vault until I know where to put these stories/how to categorize them

The boys and their darlings

This is not Canon mini masterlist

Come little children

Mjod wench

Pheromone Spray 1 2

Song Inspiration

First Kiss 1 2 3

Yandere Konrad, Angron, Abaddon

Minihammer

Yandere Leman, Horus, Lorgar, and Emperor

Fishing Heron: Sanguinius D&D AU

Just give me 3 days Mal

Yandere Perturabo, Lion, & Vulkan

Yandere Rogal Dorn

Warhammer Fantasy

Dangerous Druchii pending

Warhammer 40k & COD

The COD Integration mini-masterlist

Demon Prince/Bloodthirster Graves

The 40k au

How does Horangi spend the thrones? Horangi focused

Lieblings König focused

Spirit Halloween Ghost focused

Hey Kiddo Price focused

Where do babies come from reply

Hail to the King Black Templar König

Everyone is space elves

COD

The mud pit cope fic

Hot Chocolate cope fic König focused

Missing the Bairn cope fic Soap focused

Zombie cope fic Ghost focused

He scares me Nikto focused happens before the Soap one

It's a wonderful life CODHoliday2023 fic angst-comfort Ghost

Age hcs/boys ages

Random romantic thing I wrote

Tanz mit mir Regency Au songfic

Halo

Most of it is on my Ao3

Random

The eventual bringing over that one non con I wrote pending

I have to edit it

The #I wrote something for my tumblr can help too

Sentience base off of lancer but I really just like the Balor

Baby fluff

barn anon/Tales from the Barn/Space Marine Husbandry Sentience

I will rename this when I can sit and think of better titles for them

Space Marine Husbandry Sentience Mini Master List

51 more Space Marine Husbandry Sentience & Tales from the Barn

Hey Look another Space Marine Husbandry Mini Masterlist

Not a defect just a feature

Carnal Bond Death Guard

Cuddle Session: Night Lords

Lore Drop: Purring

Survivalist Anon Update

Thousand Sons guide

Hognose Snakes

Noise Marines

Video Games

Kitty Cat

What's not to love

This house is a tomb for cps and thieves

if it works for cats...

meeting through the door

Hoof Care

Reverse Husbandry AU

Reverse Husbandry Gabriel

Reverse Husbandry Headcanon

Reverse Husbandry Emperor

Sanguinius and Glitter

Gabriel and his sick human

Human Husbandry?

Primarchs in the reverse world

Gaius flees

Judgement from the Lord of Iron

Seeing things

Funny stuff/Fan art

Ovaries Stolen meme

Fan art by bispecsual

Blood Angel Gabriel meme

Fluffuary

Fluffuary master list

Fluffuary rules

#masterlist

[thecreaturecodex]

Valpyr

Image by MJ Allen, © Emperors Choice Games

[Sponsored by @crazytrain48. The valpyr is Arduin's answer to the question, "I want to use this balor miniature, but how do I do that without murdering my entire party"? Later, in the Emperors Choice era, the question was "how do I sell that balor miniature". The valpyr is clearly a balor clone, with an undead type and a lower HD. So how do I justify it existing in a setting where balors are a thing? Read on.]

Valpyr CR 11 NE Undead This creature is a demonic humanoid, with a forked tail, a pair of horns, and inky black eyes. Enormous bat-like wings grow from its back, and its body is wreathed in silvery flames. It carries a shortspear in one hand and a barbed whip in the other.

A valpyr is an undead mimic, a creature born of evil hoaxers and disguise artists. Their targets of mimicry are powerful fiends, most commonly balors. Valpyrs masquerade as balors in order to intimidate mortals and immortals alike, scaring off psychopomps and necromancers while browbeating lesser monsters into serving them. Valpyrs have to temper their bluster with caution. Even though they are powerful by the standards of mortals, they are nowhere as strong as a balor, and anything that can genuinely challenge one of the lords of the Abyss would have little difficulty destroying a valpyr.

Most valpyrs maintain savage fiefdoms of other creatures to serve them, and usually initiate combat from behind waves of loyal undead or monstrous hounds. Against weaker foes, they prefer to fight with manufactured weapons, the better to maintain the illusion that they are a balor. If they feel genuinely pressed, they instead fight with teeth and claws in order to drain the life from their enemies. Valpyrs will attempt to bluff or intimidate stronger enemies, but flee rapidly if their threats fail.

Although most valpyrs are balor mimics, some instead resemble other types of demons. This is usually due to the sins committed by the valpyr in life, but rumor has it that some valpyrs can intentionally change their form through sinister rituals. These variant valpyrs use the same base statistics, but replace fiery body and whip mastery with two appropriate abilities of the demon in question (like constrict and multiweapon mastery for a valpyr mimicking a marilith, or Huge size and an unholy nimbus for a valpyr mimicking a nalfeshnee).

Valpyr CR 11 XP 12,800 CE Large undead Init +5; Senses darkvision 60 ft., Perception +20, see invisibility

Defense AC 25, touch 14, flat-footed 20 (-1 size, +5 Dex, +11 natural) hp 147 (14d8+84) Fort +10, Ref +9, Will +14 DR 10/good; Immune fire, undead traits; SR 22 (26 vs. divination) Defensive Abilities fiery body, nondetection

Offense Speed 40 ft., fly 120 ft. (good) Melee adamantine shortspear +13/+8 (1d8+5), masterwork whip +13/+8 (1d4+2), bite +12 (1d10+2 plus 1d6 fire plus ability drain), 2 wings +12 (1d6+2 plus 1d6 fire) or 2 claws +14 (1d8+5 plus 1d6 fire plus ability drain), bite +14 (1d10+5 plus 1d6 fire plus ability drain), 2 wings +12 (1d6+2 plus 1d6 fire) Space 10 ft.; Reach 10 ft. (20 ft. with whip) Special Attacks burn quintessence

Spell-like Abilities CL 11th, concentration +17 Constant—nondetection, see invisibility At will—command undead (DC 18), detect magic, magic missile 3/day—bull’s strength, scorching ray, quickened true seeing 1/day—animate dead, fireball (DC 19), glibness, plane shift (DC 21)

Statistics Str 20, Dex 20, Con -, Int 22, Wis 17, Cha 23 Base Atk +10; CMB +16; CMD 31 Feats Flyby Attack, Improved Two-Weapon Fighting, Intimidating Prowess, Iron Will, Multiattack, Quicken SLA (true strike), Two-Weapon Fighting Skills Bluff +20, Disguise +27, Fly +24, Intimidate +32, Knowledge (arcana, religion) +23, Knowledge (planes) +20, Perception +20, Sense Motive +20, Spellcraft +23; Racial Modifiers +4 Disguise, +4 Intimidate Languages Abyssal, Common, Daemonic, Infernal, Necril SQ whip mastery

Ecology Environment any land or underground Organization solitary or army (1 plus 2-20 galleytrots, skeletons and zombies) Treasure standard (Large masterwork whip, Large adamantine shortspear, other treasure)

Special Abilities Ability Drain (Su) A creature struck by a valpyr’s claw attack must succeed a DC 23 Fortitude save or take 1 point of Constitution drain. A creature struck by a valpyr’s bite attack must succeed a DC 23 Fortitude save or take 2 points of Constitution drain. A valpyr gains 5 temporary hit points every time it deals ability damage. The save DC is Charisma based. Burn Quintessence (Su) Any fire damage dealt by a valpyr’s supernatural or spell-like abilities deals full damage to incorporeal creatures and ignores the energy immunities and resistances of extraplanar outsiders. Fiery Body (Su) A valpyr burns with silvery fire. It deals 1d6 points of fire damage with its natural weapons, and any creature that touches it takes 1d6 points of fire damage (no save). Whip Mastery (Ex) A valpyr treats a whip as a light weapon for the purposes of two-weapon fighting, and can inflict lethal damage on a foe regardless of the foe's armor.

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[themodernwitchsguide]

the celtic gods

please note that sometimes history gets blended with stories created by neopagan groups, and it's above my pay grade to know what is what

the creation myth of the irish is pretty much lost to time, but as far as I can piece together where the land and the sea met, a horse named Eioch emerged from sea foam. nearby a hearty tree grew which Eioch fed upon, and this tree may have been Cerunnos (not many sources exist to corroborate this). jealous of the giants (who created the earth) that were many in number, Cerunnos and Eioch procreated to create the gods

CERUNNOS: irish god of nature, life, and fertility. associated with horned animals

the clan of Tuatha De Danann

DANU/ANU/ANANN: the matriarch of Tuatha de Danann (literally meaning "the people of the goddess Danu"), she is the irish goddess of regeneration, wisdom (since the Tuatha de Danann themselves were crafty), and sovereignty

THE DAGDA: son of Elatha (a Fomorian king) and possibly Ethniu, a triple god and one chief of Tuatha de Danann, god of life and death, the seasons, magic, and agriculture

BRIGID: daughter of Dagd, irish goddess of healing, fire/metalworking, and poetry

AENGUS/OENGUS: son of Dagd, irish god of love, beauty, summer, youth, and inspiration

MIDIR: son of the Dagd, although his name may mean "judge," some stories say he crafted the rivers and lakes

ERNMAS: her name refers to death by weapons

THE MORRIGAN: daughter of Ernmas, a triple goddess and the other chief of Tuatha de Danann, irish goddess of war, death, prophecy and ravens. her aspects are often considered Badb, Macha, and Nemain/Anand/Eea

ERIU: sometimes considered a daughter of Ernmas, goddess of Ireland (Ireland is derived from her name) and sovereignty

BRES: son of Eriu and Elatha (of the Fomorians), he was an unpopular king of Tuatha de Danann since he often gave preferential treatment to the Fomorians

BANBA: sometimes considered a daughter of Ernmas, goddess of Ireland

FODLA: sometimes considered a daughter of Ernmas, goddess of Ireland

LUGH/LUGUS: son of Ethniu (of the Fomorians) and Cian (of Tuatha de Danann), irish god of nobility, warriors, crafts, oaths, justice and sometimes light or the sun. he kills Balor at the battle of Mag Tuired

NUADA: the first king of Tuatha de Danann, irish god of fairness, justice, and honesty

OGMA: son of Elatha (of the Fomorians), irish god of language, eloquence, and learning

DIAN CECHT: irish god of healing and medicine, Tuatha de Danann's healer. father of Cian and grandfather of Lugh

GOIBNIU: irish god of craft, metalsmith for the Tuatha de Danann

the clan of the Fomorians, who fought to take over Ireland,

DOMNU: irish goddess of the abyss, or deep sea. patron goddess of the Fomorians

INDECH: irish son of Domnu, sometimes king of the Fomorians, other times just a warrior

BALOR: a giant cyclops that is usually considered the chief of the Fomorians. it is his death, at the hands of his grandson Lugh, that creates a time of peace and prosperity in Ireland

CAITLIN/CETHLENN: wife of Balor, a prophet

ELATHA/EALADHA: a king of the Fomorians, son of Balor and Caitlin, perhaps a god of the sun

ETHNIU: daughter of Balor and by some sources, irish goddess of the North Star

gods associated with the underworld,

ARAWN: welsh god of hunting, magic, and lord of the Annwn (afterlife). represents honor and fairness

CERRIDWEN: welsh goddess of the underworld, a shapeshifting witch and prophet

MANANNAN/MANAWYDAN: welsh god of the sea and guardian of the underworld

and the rest,

MATH AP MATHONWY: brother of Don, god of magic, sorcery and enchantment. created Blodeuwedd for a man, and turned her into an owl when she became unfaithful

BELI: welsh god of fire, death, and darkness

DON: welsh equivalent of Danu, the mother goddess. there is another welsh god by this name who is considered the god of the dead

GOVANNON: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of blacksmithing and crafts

GILVAETHWY: son of Beli and Don, god of agriculture and ploughing

GWYDYON: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of war, magic, illusion, poetry, and music

AMATHON: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of agriculture

NUDD/LLUDD: son of Beli and Don, welsh god of healing

GWYNN AP NUDD: son of Nudd, king of the fair folk, associated with the Annwn

CREIDDYLAD/CORDELIA: daughter of Lludd, welsh goddess of flowers and desire

ARIANRHOD: virgin goddess of the moon, reincarnation, the sky, and fertility. tricked into jumping over the magic wand of Math, which made her give birth to Dylan and Lleu. she refused to claim Lleu as her son and laid three curses upon him

DYLAN: welsh god of the sea and waves

LLEU: welsh hero, often attributed the same powers as Gwydion

AERON: welsh god of battle, slaughter, and fate

LLYR: welsh equivalent of Lir, god of the sea

MANAWYDDAN: son of Llyr, welsh god of the sea

BRAN: son of Llyr, welsh god of prophecy, war, and kingship

BRANWEN: daughter of Llyr, welsh goddess of love, beauty, and marriage

MODRON/MATRONA: mother of Mabon, welsh goddess of motherhood

MABON: welsh god of eternal youth, hunting, love, and the autumnal equinox

TALIESIN: welsh god of bards and poetry/music

MERLIN/MYRRDIN: welsh god of magic, gifted with prophecy and wisdom

RHIANNON: welsh equivalent of Epona, goddess of horses, motherhood, and strength

PRYDERI: son of Pwyll and Rhiannon, hero who's story is told in the Mabinogi

BLODEUWEDD: welsh goddess of flowers and emotions, protector of women

AINS/AINE: irish goddess of summer, fertility, and crops, Queen of the Faeries

EPONA: gaelic goddess of horses and fertility

BORVO/BORMO: gaelic god of hot springs

BELENUS: irish god of the sun, fire, healing, and fertility. celebrated during Beltainne

CAILLEACH/SCOTIA: irish goddess of the winds and winter, patron of animals

DRUANTIA: gaelic goddess of trees, fertility and passion, seen as Queen of the Druids

ESUS/AISUS: gaelic god of vegetation

FAND: irish goddess of the sea

FIONN MAC CUMHAILL: irish god of the woodlands, leader of the Fianna hunters

MAEVE/MEDB: irish goddess of sovereignty, intoxication, seduction

SCATHACH SCATA: irish warrior goddess, teacher, prophet, and sorceress

SUCELLOS: gaelic god of good fortune, wine, an agriculture, equivalent to the Dagd

TAILTIU: irish goddess of the earth, vigor, strength, and endurance. foster mother of Lugh

TARANIS: gaelic god of thunder and storms, associated with wheels

TEUTATES/ALBORIX/CATURIX: gaelic god of the tribe, protector of the people

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[daddyhausen]

Hi I requested Demon King Finn Balor absolutely dominating and RECKING his submissive cute thicc girlfriend

i spent three days writing this my god! hope you enjoy !

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• in this hell you are my paradise — finn balor •

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, fem!reader, plus size reader, demon!balor, reader x demon, body shaming / fat shaming, body dysmorphia, description of injury/death/murder, body worship, oral sex { female receiving }, restraints, overstimulation, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots/creampie, cockwarming

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{ genre } — smut/fantasy

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the throne room lined with hundreds, if not thousands of his spectators, all bowed their head submissively to their king, whom sat perched upon his throne, overlooking the grand spectacle that surrounded him, all to worship his presence. he kept you close, kept you stoic upon his thigh, a hand protectively tightening its grip around your waist, hand smoothing over the luscious curves of your hips. 

he’d been rather frustrated these recent weeks, having ruled his kingdom for centuries yet with almost little to show for it. it was not his fault per say, his guards were incompetent, advisers dim-witted and don’t even get started on the lords that ruled just beneath him, all greedy, festering pigs all with disingenuous loyalty bowing at his feet but would just as quickly stab a blade through his back at a moments notice. 

your king became increasingly paranoid, sleep was definitely a hindrance rather than a helper for him. many nights you found him, weapon in hand, whether it be a blade or a rifle, perched stoically by the window frame, staring out into the darkness, ignoring your pleas to coax him back into bed. as for sex, he’d barely touched you since this whole crusade began. 

as the two of you remained sat upon his throne, you noticed a scowl cross his lips, his council none the wiser to their king’s thoughts, not even your tender hand to his cheek could quell the frustrations burning inside him. he gave no reaction where other times he might cup your hand, in his, smoothing his thumb across the back of your palm, offer a gentle smile. this time, nothing. 

he raised his hand, a que of silence for the audience that filled his throne room, your gaze remained fixated on the appendage for a moment, the way he could command his spectators with a single motion, the veins in the back of his palm would twitch with the slightest movement of his fingers, the rings that adorned them, all hand picked and crafted with the most extravagant jewels, it surely was a sight.

an elder member of his counsel waited anxiously at the foot of the staircase leading up to his throne, two guards positioned behind him practically shaking in their armour at what their king would say. he beckoned them forward, with a slow, come-hither motion, the three slowly made their way up the red, upholstered velvet staircase, bowing before their king timidly. 

“speak.” he commanded, a thick accent bellowing throughout his throne room, echoing against the black marble and basalt pillars. the sound caused arousal to swirl in your belly, so much so that you instinctively clenched your thighs together, god what this man could do to you with his accent alone. lucky for you, he was no mere man.

his elder councilman trembled over his words, fidgeting with the air between his fingertips, his beard had greyed more since the time you saw him last, maybe what three, four months ago when your king had his last important sermon. the elder inhaled deeply, trying to calm his nerves before he addressed your king. 

“there have been reports from the west…” he began, eyeing the king quickly before returning his gaze back to the velvet floor. you peered at your love for a moment, scanning his features for any sort of emotion other than aggravation. still nothing, you love as stoic as a frustrated king could be. 

“and..?” your love pressed on, hoping to get some information out of the withered councilman. he stammered, trying to gather his words

“the western kingdoms, they’ve rebelled…” he began, avoiding eye contact with your king.  “they ambushed us…completely eviscerated the army you sent, my king. out of the forty thousand you send, five thousand or so still remain, that is if they haven't already been slaughtered too…”

you felt your love tense in his throne, fist gripping the armrest, while the other did the same to your waist, not hard enough to hurt but hand enough to be able to safely vent his frustrations. you placed a compassionate hand to the back of his palm, in hopes that it would soothe his frustrations in the slightest, it did not, although he did reciprocate the action, albeit, subtly 

“my love…” you whispered quietly, hoping to not cause any provocation from the wandering eyes of his councilmen. he merely exhaled, knuckles turning bone white due to his grip on his throne’s armrests. still your voice went unheard in his ears, almost completely ignored.

“you’ve failed me…” he mentioned to the frail man standing before him, knees about to buckle under his own body weight. you looked on with worry, as your love’s features grew increasingly frustrated, holding onto his hand with a tight grip. it was then you noticed the demeanour change in the eyes of his elder councilman, he was vexed, eyes staring daggers through your mortal being as if you were some type of hindrance without having even voiced your thoughts. 

“with all do respect, my king…perhaps if your attention was more focused on winning this war rather than on a heavy-set harlot, then maybe-”

he did not get to finish his sentence, for the once proud councilman of your king was now a heaping mess of flesh and bone before him. gasping at air, nails clawing at his throat in the hopes that it would retrieve the air trapped in his lungs. his bones contorted, twisting and turning, breaking and dislocating joints. his screams and shrills were spine-chilling, making your blood run cold. the sound and sight was so gruesome that you had to shield your gaze into your love’s shoulder, just waiting for it to end. you peered up at your love, eyes void of colour and emotion, just blackness, letting himself be overcome by the devil that wreaked havoc inside him for the next few moments until that bastard before him laid dead. 

you’d only been introduced to the sight one time prior, a similar occurrence, a peasant insulting your looks, your frame, your curvy figure, throwing loaves of stale bread in your direction as you simply meandered through the courtyard calling you such horrendous names, you promised yourself not to repeat. believe you me, once your love got wind of what happened, that poor peasant never saw the light of day again, in fact he left him hanging from the kingdom gates by his neck, bones contorted, organs spilling from his stomach, it was not a pleasant sight.

the entire throne room fell into an eerie silence at the sight, the scowl still permanent on your lover’s lips, removing the hand from your waist, a silent signal for you to stand with him. he overlooked the crowd, glaring daggers at whoever decided to stare back, a stern warning laid the now dead councilman for anyone else who dares insult you. he took your hand, pulling you close to him rather protectively, quickly exiting the throne room with thunderous footsteps.

he was fuming, eyebrows furrowed, hand wrapped tightly around yours. the only resemblance of your love was the Caribbean blues, staring down the hallway until you’d finally reached the safety of his personal chambers. it was foolish to challenge him, try and test the waters of his depravity. he was a ruthless king, cold and calculated, the very demon that haunts your dreams, leaving a lasting imprint on your each and every waking memory. for you was his everything, his kingdom followed at a close second, you were his being, his lifeblood, the very reason for his existence.  

“my love…” you repeated, in hopes your voice would draw some sense back into him. he sat on the bed beside you, head in his palms, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. he was exhausted, frustrated. with what just occurred plus the countless days without sleep left him a shell of his former self. 

you rested your head upon his shoulder, arms wrapping around his, clinging to him like a lost, scared child. you’d rarely seen him in such a state of rage. you took a moment, allowing him to try and calm his nerves before you spoke. 

“please don’t pay any mind to him, we will win this war-”

“do you really think i give a fuck about this war now?!” he roared, the sight frightened you, making you jolt back slightly, back now resting against the headboard. you avoided his gaze, already noticing his eyes returning to their blackened state as they’d previously been in the throne room.

“don’t you think your punishment was rather harsh..?” you questioned meekly, head now resting upon your knees, hiding your face slightly. he stood up, begging to pace around the confines of his quarters.

“harsh..?” he quipped, having claimed down the slightest after recognising your current state. “my queen, did you not hear what he called you? i should of given him a slower death…”

“its fine…i’m used to it…”

he joined you back on the bed, cupping your cheek gently, thumb wiping the stray tears that had seemed to have fallen down your cheeks. his gaze softened, blackness soon fading from his eyes, returning to the soft glow of caribbean blue. 

“no…you’re never to say that” he grasped your cheeks in both palms, your gaze now fixated on him, pupils blown with such adoration for your love. “my queen, i am going to show you just how beautiful you are”

he kissed you, rather harshly, a small smile he managed to pry from your lips, savouring the sweetness of the kiss. 

“don’t be gentle…” you muttered against his lips, feeling him smirk into the kiss. he pulled away for a second, your vision blinded by a dark haze that fogged his quarters, mouth ran dry with a mixture of worry and anticipation. he was nowhere in sight, it was as if he had vanished into thin air. 

the haze cleared, he remerged, naked, standing at the foot of the bed. it had become apparent that your body had also been stripped of your clothing, tendrils appeared from the darkness at the foot of the bed, his eyes once again overcome by the black void of nothingness, letting his demon once again take control. 

you gulped thickly, tendrils wrapping around your legs, keeping them pried open for his gaze as he positioned himself between your deliciously thick thighs. a third tendril appeared, hovering over your void for a moment, he cocked his head to the side, simply watching it swirl around your sensitive pearl, controlling and manipulating it however he saw fit. you let out a small whimper of pleasure, the tendril was a new feeling, vastly different in texture than his tongue or fingers, yet apply the same amount of such wondrous pressure.

he pried it away momentarily, replacing the sensation with his tongue, a soft moan fell from his lips, the sound rumbling between your thighs. two more tendrils appeared from his back, twirling around your wrists, much as they did in keeping your thighs pried open for him, bound above your head. with you now fully restrained, vulnerable to his tongue, he devoured you, lapping up your sweetness with the long appendage, savouring your taste. 

gentle het was not, your taste was his favourite, sweet yet not overpowering, he shuddered with delight each time it graced his taste buds. his hands half a death drip of your full hips, adding only extra restrained as he fucked you out with his tongue, hastily tracing circles around your sensitive pearl. 

a gasp caught in your throat as he paused for a moment, his tongue barely teasing your clit, blackened eyes peering up at you, soulless and null of empathy. your king was gone, in body not so much the case, but one hundred percent in soul. 

“you taste divine, my queen” his voice held a dark rasp to it, one that would ring so wondrously in your ears. your throat empty of words, only choked cries of pleasure were able to part your lips. his tongue curled inside your warmth, drawing out your orgasm little by little, lips wrapping around your swollen clit, the vibrations of his moans rumbled around the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“my love…” you whined breathlessly, hips following the movements of his tongue, swirling, bucking up against the appendage. your toes curling with pleasure, fists balled above your head, clutching at air. he gave no response, he insisted on devouring you until you were left a shaking mess on his tongue, that was clear in his intentions. your orgasm flooded your veins, pleasured screams burned your throat, sweetness gushing upon his tongue as he hummed in delight drinking you in. 

he pulled away, the tendrils around your wrists and thighs receded behind him. peering up at him with hazy eyes, noticing his beard glossy with your wetness, a sight you could never grow tired of. his breathing coupled with small growls as he re-joined you on the bed, flipping you over so that you were now face down, pretty ass in the air for him. his body close to yours, hot and heated, most of his body weight on his forearms. 

“pay no attention to what anyone says, you’re fucking beautiful and that’s all that matters, my queen” his cock rested at your entrance, teasing your warmth as he slowly slipped himself inside. his thick cock stretching out your walls deliciously, bottoming out as soon as his length fully rested inside you. with a fistful of hair and what seemed be inhuman strength, he pulled you up, know only on your knees, back pressed flush against his heaving chest, free hand smoothing over your luscious curves, fingers dipping in every lovely crevice, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. 

“and you’re all mine…” he breathed out with a low grunt, the sound ringing in your ears, like a wicked harmony, a corruption of your mind. his hips angled back the slightest, allowing you to fully arch back against his cock, feeling his thick shaft fill your tight cunt to the brim, he hesitated for a moment, just admiring the sight. no words left his lips, he already knew you were ready for him, just awaiting his movements. 

with a quick snap of his hips his length buried inside you once more, rhythm fast-paced, rough, violent, animalistic, primal, all such words simply muddled into such exquisite pleasure. words evaded your tongue, each moan met the same rhythm of his thrusts, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, body numb, overcome with euphoria, it was as if you had died and risen to heaven. 

though he was vacant of words, only a single phrase rang from his lips.

“all mine, all mine…” he repeated like a mantra

such sensations were so physically unbearable, in such a delicious way. your vision foggy, hazed with hot tears, salty as they dripped down your cheeks. he was quick to wipe them away, making quick use of his tendrils that he had previously utilised, having them wrap around your waist, holding you close as he brought his hand to your cheek, his thumb smoothing the tears from your skin. 

he kissed you, still keeping that roughness from beforehand, albeit not as violent. it was more reassuring, more comforting, more romantic. 

“m-my, king…” you stuttered against his lips, words muffled as they spilled onto his tongue. he merely hummed into the kiss, his cock moving at such a ferocious speed, wrecking your pretty cunt with ease. release slowly building between your thighs, trembling with such need. 

“cum for me, my queen. cum around my cock” he was not shy with his wants, voicing them to you rather confidently. your back arched, moans heightened to almost a scream, he was a hundred percent sure that those who roamed the corridors at such an hour would hear how well he ruined you. you could not hold on much longer, despite your best efforts, orgasm gushing around his thick cock in such wonderful waves of pleasure, the black silk bedsheets stained with your sweetness as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, effectively bringing on his own. his seed, white hot, filling your void to the brim with such a rough, final thrust. his grip on your scalp faltered, his breath choked with stuttered moans, cum dripping from your void, down his thick shaft. he hummed in delight, planting chaste kisses to the crook of your neck and tops of your shoulders. 

he remained inside you, positioning you so that you laid upon his chest, his back pressed firmly against the headboard, a gentle sight left his lips, one of contentment, peering down at you for a moment before placing a soft kiss to the tip of your head. 

“my queen, you are absolutely gorgeous, don’t you ever forget that”

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[dirtywrestling]

High School Mizfit - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Teenage!Finn Balor x Teenage!Melanie

Summary: Melanie falls for the bad boy of the school, Finn Balor.​

Warnings: Fluff! High School, Finn and Melanie are like 17 or 18, Foul Language, Bullies, Ditching School, Smoking.

Word Count: 2,546 

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Senior year, the last year of High School, an end of a chapter before college, a beginning of a new. Just a few more credits and I’d be out of High School forever! Walking into the school, I walked down the crowded hallway towards my first class of the day, English. 

My shoulders collided with other students as I made my way down the busy hallway. Entering the classroom, I took my seat, and the bell rang. The day has officially started. “Alright everyone, please pull out your homework I assigned you yesterday.” Grabbing my bag beside me, I pulled out my English notebook along with the assignment I worked most of the night on. I pulled out a pencil and placed it beside my paper. I patiently waited for the teacher to give us the next instruction.

The teacher came around collecting the papers. “Mr. Balor, you’re late.” Mrs. Ottoman spoke out. I looked over towards the entrance of the room to see Finn Balor walking into the classroom; one strap of his book bag was over his shoulder and his leather jacket hugging him tightly.  

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Finn murmured, making his way towards his seat. 

“Do you have a tardy note?” The teacher asked, hand on her hip.

“Nope.” Finn plopped down in his assigned seat, next to me. 

“Well Mr. Balor, I’m sorry to say but you have detention after school today.” 

“Whatever.” Finn grumbled, his eyes called upon the top of the desk. I looked at Finn, his hair was a bit messy as if he just got out of bed but that was just his style. His eyes seemed to have dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t slept in days. His scent was strong. He smelt of cigarettes, leather, and musky cologne. My eyes met his greenish blue eyes and were now staring at me. “What?” He snapped.

“N- Nothing.” I shuttered at his aggressiveness. I quickly looked away and fiddled with my fingers. As the class went on, the teacher gave everyone instructions on what the next assignment was. She wanted us to read two chapters of Lord of the Flies and write a summary about what we read. I already read the chapters last night. It helped that I read the book last year, just for fun, so the book was fresh in my mind. I wrote down my summary, which was a couple of paragraphs. When I finished writing, I placed the summary in my English folder and placed my things back into my book bag. I pulled out my Harry Potter book that I was reading, it was one of my favorite series to read just to pass the time. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw the popular girl, Beth, and smiled at her. “Hi Beth.” I waved. “What’s up?” 

“Yeah, hi. I was wondering what those chapters of Lord of the Flies were about?” She placed a fake smile on her glossy lipstick lips. 

I frowned with an arched brow. She never wanted to talk to me but wanted to know what those chapters were about. “Hmm, I think you should just read them and find out.” 

“Yeah, hmm listen.” She popped her lips. “I’m on the cheer squad, which I’m sure you know because I’m the head cheerleader and I have a game to cheer at tonight which I don’t have time to read about gross flies. So, it’d be really hard for me to read those chapters and write a summary before tomorrow, ya know?” She explained, trying to encourage me to tell her the summary.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have enough time during lunch or your free class?” I bit my lip, not wanting to continue this conversation anymore.

“Listen, bitch.” She snarled. 

“Hey.” A man’s voice erupted. “I think she said she doesn’t want to fucking help you.” 

I looked over at Finn and then quickly back at Beth. “I- I didn’t mean it like that but I think you should read the book, it’s very interesting.” 

“No, that’s what Melanie means now shut the fuck up and start reading.” Finn snapped at the leader of the cheer squad. 

I swallowed thickly and swiveled around into my chair, facing the font of the classroom. “Thanks.” I whispered softly towards Finn. 

“Don’t mention it, anything to get her to shut the fuck up.” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. His eyes skimmed through the book and turned the pages. The bell rang. Everyone gathered their things and rushed out of the room to their next class. 

Getting up from my seat, I tossed my book bag over my shoulders. I made my way towards my next class, math. Just a couple of more hours and I was out of this hell hole for the day. 

As the day went on, my free period came along. I exited out of the school and made my way towards the picnic tables that had umbrellas sticking out of the middle of them. I sighed happily to see no one out there. That’s the perks of being top of the class, I guess. Sitting at a table, I pulled out my sketch book. I heard the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder to see Finn pulling a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in between his lips, and lighting it up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke here.” 

Finn inhaled the nicotine stick. The tip burned orangish red bright. He pulled the cigarette away from his lips with two fingers. He exhaled the smoke, letting it float into the air only to disappear. “Do you always follow the rules?” Finn huffed, rolling his eyes.

“If there were no rules, there’d be chaos.” I pointed out, I pulled out a pencil from my bag and opened up my sketch book. “Don’t you have class?”

“I got kicked out.” Finn made his way towards me and sat down across the table. “I’m supposed to be in the principal’s office to talk about my behavior right now.” Finn took another puff from the cigarette and blew out the smoke. I coughed loudly, waving my hand in front of my face to get the smoke away. 

“Those are bad for you.” I informed him. I watched how his back was against the edge of the table and his arms relaxed beside him.

“Everything nowadays is bad for everyone.” He said back to me with a smirk. “They’re practically feeding us poison here.” Finn laughed. I smiled at his husky laugh and I laughed along with him.

“That’s true. I found a battery in my sandwich when I was a freshman.” I shook my head at the memory. 

Finn took one last drag from the cigarette and flicked the butt towards the grass. “This school fucking sucks.” The smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke. “Wanna ditch?” Finn tilted his head back with a smirk. 

“Ditch?” I choked out the word. “I uh, I have perfect attendance.” I blushed at how geekish I sounded. 

Finn laughed at me, my blush became darker. “So? It’s the same as every year, you get a pizza party at the end of the semester for having perfect attendance. Come on, we can get something to eat and go to the arcade, my treat.” Finn flashed a smile towards me. 

I licked my lips. I closed my sketchbook, shoved the pencil, and put the book into my bag. “Let’s do it. But how are we going to leave?” I frowned, looking around to see if there were any cameras. 

“We’re seniors. We can do whatever the fuck we want. My car is right there.” Finn looked over by the parking lot. I also looked to see the only black car along with other colorful ones. “It’s an easy run.” Finn shrugged. 

“Hey!” We looked over to see a large security guard exit out of the building. “You’re supposed to be at the principal’s office.” He started to stalk towards Finn. 

“It’s now or never!” Finn got up quickly and darted towards the parking lot. 

“Hey! Stop!” The man yelled, trying to catch Finn. 

I gnawed at my bottom lip, constipating if I should follow or not. I threw my bag over my shoulder. I dashed towards the parking lot, passing the heavy set security officer, and caught up with Finn. “Let’s fucking go!” Finn unlocked his car and got into the driver seat. I pulled at the door open and rushed into the passenger seat. Finn started up the car. Before the security guard could even reach the car, Finn burned rubber out of the school parking lot. 

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to pass out.” I panted and felt my heart beat faster than it has ever before. 

“That’s the adrenaline pumping!” Finn laughed, going faster than the speed limit. Finn let his car cruise down the street towards downtown. Arriving at the arcade, he parked the car and got out. 

“You always do this?” I asked, stepping out of his car and towards the arcade. 

“Have you ever seen me in class?” Finn smirked, walking into the arcade, he held the door open for me. 

“Good point.” I shrugged, looking around at the colorful machines. 

“Finn! Good to see ya!” The man behind the counter yelled. He was an Italian man with dark hair and hairy arms along with a large dark facial beard.. 

“Hey Phil.” Finn smiled. “Here to play some games.” 

“And I see that you brought a lady friend.” Phil wiggled his bushy eyebrows. I blushed at the man’s gesture. “Getting this young gal into trouble.”

Finn blushed and cleared his throat, turning his head to the side so no one could see. “Just trying to show her life isn’t always about school.” He shrugged and handed the man a ten dollar bill.

Phil chuckled and exchanged a roll of quarters. “Well, you two have fun and enjoy the games.” 

Finn nodded and thanked Phil. Finn split the coins and gave me half. “Wow, you’re actually being nice to an adult?” I teased, taking the coins.

Finn smiled weakly and looked down. “Well, he’s kinda like family to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid.” Finn cleared his throat. “Let’s play some games.” Finn said abruptly.

For the next hour, Finn and I went around the shop playing games. Once we were out of coins, we bid Phil farewell and thanked him for letting us play. “I should be getting back to class.” I said, looking at the time on my phone. It was blowing up. My friends were texting me, asking where I was.

“Oh no. I told you we were going to get a bite to eat too.” Finn smiled. “Come on, I know a great burger place.” Finn smiled, nodding towards the way.

I bit my lip, it was lunchtime back at school. “Okay, but after this we have to go back.” I assured him. 

“Cross my heart.” Finn grinned. Walking to the next block, Finn held the door open for me once again. I entered the empty restaurant. 

“Hi, welcome to- Why aren’t you in school?” The hostess growled, menus in hand. 

“Woah, woah.” Finn held up his hands in the air, grinning. “I’m on lunch, it’s 12:30, it’s lunchtime and seniors get to go off campus.” 

“Psh, I don’t think you have the grades to get off campus.” The older lady rolled her eyes. “Come, let’s get some food for you guys.” The woman led us towards the back, taking us to a booth. “I’ll be back to take your order.” 

I looked at Finn, eyebrows arched. “That’s my aunt.” He blushed, looking at the menu. I watched as his eyes skimmed the page.

“She seems to care about you.” I giggled as I read over the items.

“Yeah, she cares more than my parents do.” He mumbled under his breath but I still caught what he said.

Finn’s aunt came back and placed our orders to the chef. She joined us, sliding in the booth she sat by Finn, after delivering us our food. “Okay, what’s the catch? Did you lose a bet?” She asked me, plucking a fry from Finn’s plate. Finn glared, snatching his plate away from her.

“What?” I laughed. 

“You seem like a smart girl, great grades, not dressed like a river rat.” 

“Well, Finn thought it’d be fun to ditch-”

“To ditch school lunch and come here.” Finn cut in. I arched my eyebrow towards him. 

“Lunch huh?” His aunt wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie.” She looked over at Finn.

Finn huffed. “We ditched class to go to the arcade.” Finn grumbled, looking away. 

His aunt groaned. “Damn it Finn, I know your parents don’t care but I care.” She said sternly. I gulped, this seemed like a personal matter to where I shouldn’t witness. “You need to get your grades up and graduate. Graduation is a couple of months away.” 

“Don’t remind me.” He snapped, obviously having troubles in school.

“I can help him.” I spoke out.

The two looked at me. Finn glaring while his aunt looked surprised. “You’re willing to help my punk of a nephew?” She asked. 

I nodded, grabbing a fry. “I mean, I’ve known Finn since we were kids and we’re friends.” I smiled at him. I swore I heard him growl at the word ‘friends’. 

“Thank you, his grades aren’t the best.” She confessed

“We should go.” Finn got out of the booth, grabbing his leather jacket. 

His aunt frowned, watching Finn pay for the meal. She handed his money back. “Don’t worry hun, it’s on the house.” His aunt kissed his cheeks.

Walking out of the burger joint, we both went to his car. “You can take me home. I have no other classes for the day.” I said, buckling up.

Finn didn’t say anything as I guided him to my house. Parking out in front of it soon enough, I smiled at him. “Thanks for the day.”

“It was a mistake, I should have never brought you.” He snarled. 

I frowned at his mood change. “I thought we had fun?” 

“You think you’re so perfect and you think you can make me perfect?” Finn snapped. “Why’d you tell my aunt you’d help me?”

“Because you need help, Finn. I want to see you graduate. I didn’t know you were behind. I mean it Finn, I want to help you.” I smiled weakly. 

Finn sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you help me.” He grumbled, gripping on the steering wheel in defeat. 

“Good!” I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down my number and handed it to him. “Text me tonight and we’ll make plans on when I can tutor you.” I opened the door and got out of his car. “See ya then.” I waved at the boy with dark hair. 

I smiled widely as I walked into my house. I had a great day with my crush, I got to know a little more about him and I met one of his family members. My heart flutters, hoping to get closer to him during homework sessions.

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Piano

Pairing: Finn Balor x Fem reader

Description: Finn finds you playing the piano and shows the judgement day

You feel your fingers glide over the piano keys as you listen to the music play through the headphones in your ears. You didn't hear your boyfriend Finn walk through the door and look around for you, he stands and watches you play with such ease and passion that it truly amazes him at how beautiful the melody and music sounded, it made him feel the emotions within the song as he listens until you finished, going to shower and telling his friends to come to the house the next day not only for all of you to hang out but also so they could hear you play as well, you smile as you see the judgement day walk in, hugging each of them and talking with with Rhea as you all enjoy the cool warm weather together, you decided to play a song from one of your favorite movies while cooling off inside, you slowly started playing Memories of another life from Fluke, you feel your heart fill with emotions as you start playing not hearing finn get the other three and slowly go upstairs to watch and hear you play better. You feel tears fall down your face as you get a few seconds in and everyone else has their own reactions once you get 36 seconds into the song, Dom quietly cries as the song plays and reminds him of the times he was so lonely and depressed until you all found and helped him on his feet again, rhea feels all the emotions go through her and makes her tear up and smile at the scars on her thighs which reminds her she wasn't alone and it was okay to not be in control but to stop before it hits a tipping point, finn feels his eyes burn as he watches you immerse yourself in every melody and feeling the song plays, and Damian squeezes dom's shoulder as tears form and slowly flow down his face as the song continues, they all smile as you finish the song smiling and wiping your face as you shake your head "Still making me cry after all these years" you jump a little when finn touches your shoulder but smile when he hugs you until you hear sniffling "All of us are" you look to see the others coming to you being pulled into a hug by rhea who smiles followed by a warm hug from damian and a heartfelt and tight one from dom who's faces is a pinkish red from the crying. You have them sit down and listen to you play again this time The Shire from Lord of the rings and they are all in awe of how it sounds exactly the same making them think they were watching the movie, they all then listen to other songs and then when they come over, they always listen to you play and even sing songs as well and they make sure to record them as much as they can.

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Read-list for an "old school D&D" fantasy (plus bonus)

This is a remake of an earlier post of mine, that I decided to update (some additional books were suggested to me, others I found out about later).

This is a reading-list of various literary works that heavily inspired or were heavily used in the creation of the first editons of Dungeons and Dragons - and thus, reading them will allow you to plunge back into what the original D&D was meant to look what/what it tried to emulate.

J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit". No surprise here, Tolkien's works were the start of modern fantasy and thus the main source of old-school D&D. In fact, D&D was originally created to be just a Lord of the Rings role-playing game - or to be precise a LotR wargame. This was the original intention. Which is why, quite famously, the very first version of D&D included elements such as the hobbits, the mithril and the balrogs. And when the Tolkien Estate pointed out the consequences of what was plagiarism, D&D changed these concepts to... "halflings", "mithral" and "balors". The only Tolkien-element D&D could preserve vaguely unchanged were the orcs, because the Tolkien Estate could not prove Tolkien had invented the term "orc". But even beyond that, D&D's dwarfs and elves and ents (sorry, treants) and wights and rangers all were heavily inspired by Tolkien - the gods of the orcs even use symbols such as an "eye of fire" and a "white hand"...

Poul Anderson's "Three Hearts and Three Lions". Poul Anderson was quite influential on early 20th century fantasy, and this specific book influenced D&D in three ways. On one side, it was one of the two sources for the "Order versus Chaos" conflict of D&D (the other being Moorcock). On the other the D&D trolls were inspired by the Three Hearts and Three Lion trolls. And finally the Paladin class was inspired by Anderson's Holger Carlsen character (the same way the Ranger was Tolkien's Aragorn). [This book also seems to have had some influence over the Fey of D&D?]

Michael Moorcock's "The Elric Saga". With Anderson's work, it was the other main source of the Order vs Chaos, Lawful vs Chaotic division of the D&D game. It also served as the main inspiration behind the D&D Drows, due to the Elric Saga shaping the original image of "Dark Elves" in fantasy, through its Melnibonéan Empire. D&D also originally collected references to the Elric world - creating many variation of Elric's evil magical sword Stormbringer through a variety of cursed soul-drinking weapons.

Robert E. Howard's "Conan the Barbarian". The source of heroic-fantasy the same way Lord of the Rings influenced epic fantasy, the world of Conan was also a huge source of inspiration for D&D - the most obvious reference being the Barbarian class, shaped for those who wanted to play Conan.

Fritz Leiber's "Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser". Originally intended as a parody of the Conan-style heroic fantasy, but promptly becoming a serious and admired work that created its own sub-genre of fantasy (the "sword and sorcery" genre), they also were inspirational for the first editions of D&D. Sometimes it is indirect - the "Thief" or "Rogue" classes were inspired by Leiber's Gray Mouser character - other times it is MUCH more direct. For example, among the numerous pantheons you could choose to use in early D&D, one was the various gods of Newhon and the city of Lankhmar, the universe of Fafhrd and the Gray Mouser. And the fantasy trope of "Thieves' Guild" made famous partially by D&D was originally an invention of Leiber.

Jack Vance's The Dying Earth. This emblematic series of the "science-fantasy" genre offered to D&D its magic system, which is generally known as "vancian magic". It was Jack Vance who had the idea that a wizard had to learn/store spells in their mind, with a limited number of spells they could carry in their brain, and that once cast the spell had to be re-learned or restored. Several spells and items of early D&D were also directly taken from the Dying Earth books - the "prismatic spray" or the "ioun stones".

H.P. Lovecraft's "Cthulhu Mythos". No need to explain how Lovecraft's brand of eldritch horror and alien-fantasy shaped the creatures and deities of early D&D, to the point that early on the deities and monsters of the Cthulhu Mythos were part of the pantheons you could chose to use - listed alongside the Newhon gods of Leiber, or the gods of the Conan universe.

While not fantasy works, the most famous creations of Edgard Rice Burroughs - Tarzan on one hand, and John Carter of Mars on the other, were claImed by Gygax to have been very influential to his creation of D&D.

Another author Gygax mentionned as being a huge influence for D&D was Fletcher Pratt - through his Harold Shea fantasy series, about a main character being carried away in various magical and fantastical worlds very different from each other, in which he has to adapt himself to new settings and learn new rules to avoid dangers and threats... Sounds familiar? The idea of world-travelling might also have been inspired by the science-fiction series by P.J. Farmers' World of Tiers: the rules of travel in D&D between the various planes of reality seem to have been inspired by Farmers' own rules for dimension-travel.

One of the lesser known influences of D&D is the fantasy series "Kothar" by Gardner Fox: Gygax explicitely said that the idea of the "Lich" as a D&D monster came from Fox's Kothar series.

Not a book, but movies: the Sinbad movies of the mid 20th century were influential on early D&D. Various monsters and creatures referenced pictures such as "The 7th Voyage of Sinbad" or "The Golden Voyage of Sinbad".

"The House on the Borderlands" by William Hope Hodgson was explicitely referenced by Gygax's 1979 module "The Keep on the Borderlands", and it might have heavily influenced the original depiction of the D&D orcs as pig-men...

The Shannara series by Terry Brooks has also been pointed out as an influence on D&D - while not on the very first edition, elements of the Shannara world seem to have influenced later ones...

Mind you, this is but a fragment of a much longer list known as the "Appendix N" composed by Gygax, and that lists all the books and pieces of work he took inspiration from when designing D&D. Beyond the most famous works evoked above he also listed:

Poul Anderson's "The High Crusade" and "The Broken Sword"

John Bellairs' "The Face in the Frost"

Leigh Brackett's works

Fredric Browns' works

I evoked before Burrough's Mars series, but Gygax also listed his "Venus series" and his "Pellucidar series".

Lin Carter's "World End" series

L. Sprague de Camp's "Lest Darkness Fall" and "The Fallible Fiend" and "The Carnelian Cube"

August Derleth's continuation of the Cthulhu Mythos.

Lord Dunsany's writings, of course.

Gardner Fox's "Kyrik" series

Sterling Lanier's "Hiero's Journey"

A. Merritt's "Creep, Shadow, Creep", "Moon Pool" and "Dwellers in the Mirage"

Michael Moorcock's "Hawkmoon" series (which is technically part of the wider universe of which the Elric Saga is the central piece)

Andre Norton's works

Fletcher Pratt's "Blue Star"

Fred Saberhagen's "Changeling Earth"

Margaret St. Clair "The Shadow People" and "Sign of the Labrys"

Stanley Weinbaum's works

Manley Wade Wellman's works

Jack Williamson's works

Roger Zelazny's "Amber" series, and "Jack of Shadows".

In 2007, Gygax even updated his Appendix N with a handful of new titles reflecting elements added to later editions of D&D:

Sterling Lanier's "The Unforsaken hiero"

Piers Anthony's "Split Infinity" series

And of course, Terry Pratchett's Discworld series

And since this post is all about updates, I will also include a list of works that were used as inspiration for current day/modern D&D - especially the fifth edition. Like that, you'll have the evolution of "old school D&D versus new school D&D". This list is taken from fragments here and there of interviews given by Mike Mearls, the Appendix E "Inspirational Reads" of the fifth edition, and Rodney Thompson's interviews.

Appendix E replaces several elements Gygax talked about in interviews or in his Appendix N: Leiber's work, Burroughs's Mars series, Howard's Conan, etc...

Appendix E adds among other things China Mieville's "Perdido Street Station", and Elizabeth Bear's "Range of Ghosts".

Mike Mearls said that what inspired him in his design work of modern D&D was Ursula LeGuin's "Earthsea" series, Patrick Rothfuss "The Name of the Wind", Saladin Ahmed "Throne of the Crescent Moon" and Octavia E. Butler's "The Parable of the Sower".

But Mearls also repeated several of the picks already used by Gygax. He invoked again The Elric Saga, and Roger Zelazny's Amber series, and Tolkien's Legendarium of course...

Rodney Thompson rather insisted on returning to the Anderson roots of the D&D fantasy: mostly "Three Heart and Three Lions", but also "The Broken Sword".

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