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zhongrin · 1 year

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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, al haitham (poly)

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, afab!reader, poly, threesome, pwp, biting & marking, probably ooc zhongli and al haitham, dragon!zhongli (bc of course it is), nicknames (pet, royal highness), slight dacryphilia, teasing, hints of possessive behavior, creampie, overstimulation, just- this is just pure filth okay? s h u s h

◇ a/n ◇ second submission for my ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ϟᴜᴘᴇʀᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇ collab

ngl this was heavily inspired by the dynamics in azeru’s 3p nsfw asmr jshkdhdks

𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

little purple flowers marking your body make for the loveliest accessories, they think.

with every bite and tender massage of their lips, the small flowers bloom across the span of your bare skin; from your neck all the way down your thighs, wilting lilacs and fresh rose petals painted directly onto the tissue.

no other pieces of jewelry could compare, especially not those cor lapis necklaces and bracelets that the other man would constantly give you. you look better adorned in silver than gold, shine better in green than dull dark browns. al haitham tells this to you constantly, not with words but with actions and gifts rivaling the ex-archon: glittering silver anklets, silky green gowns that hint at the curves of your body, and quill pens from the feather of a hawk.

and like always, zhongli would merely chuckle and smile, musing about how youths are so competitive these days and how nostalgic it is to see someone so desperate, as if they have everything to lose… yet you’re still swamped by his romantic endeavors nonetheless - traditional gentlemanly courtships, flowers, gifts of gold, necklaces with a shiny looking scale that’s unusually large, dark brown layered with golden sheen, pulsing with geo energy as you tilt it under the sun.

despite all this, however, they make a fearsome duo. a team that works out wonderfully, a dynamic that makes you breathless and crave for more. it matters not whether they work together or against each other, for the end result is always, always the same.

truly, barely anything matters when you’re being pinned under zhongli as your trembling fingers try to wrap around al haitham’s cock. the latter's fingers, calloused and rough from wielding swords and pens, smear the tears falling down your eyes in succession as the ex-archon’s cock pounds into your sopping wet cunt from behind. your lips are lolled open, obscene sounds escaping your raw throat, eyes unfocused, brain muddled with pleasure. rationale and embarrassment have long since unfriended you, somewhen along your... third? fourth? orgasm, leaving you to bask in the assaults of pain and pleasure inflicted by your lovers.

a low growl is all the warning you get before zhongli pins you harder onto the bed, grinding deep in your quivering walls as the thick spurts of cum spill into your deepest parts, warming your belly and making you clench more against the throbbing length. his teeth make their home on a spot on your left shoulder, which is already decorated with bruises and hickeys - the sharp fangs of a dragon sinking against the sweaty skin.

“taking it all without complaints... how very nice of you,” the velvety voice is a tad hoarse, the gravelly texture of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “we’ve trained you so well, have we, darling?”

“quit dilly-dallying and switch with me,” your other partner huffs with a gruffer tone, green-red eyes narrowing at the half beast who is still curled on top of you like a dragon protecting its hoard of jewels, “your time was up since a long time ago, old man.”

“my, how generous of you to wait,” zhongli chuckles darkly, unfurling from above you and shushing your whines when you feel his half-hard cock grind against your sensitive pussy as he slides out, “apologies, my stamina is quite above average, you see.”

al haitham grunts in annoyance, though his expression quickly shifts into sheer adoration as soon as he repositions himself to take the lord of geo's place. with a lick of his lips, he presses a warning kiss and a nibble onto your right shoulder, before easily grinding the head of his cock into your leaking hole, the sensation ripping a deep groan from his chest.

“h-haith-am—!”

“hmmm? what?”

like a hawk playing with a mouse, he teases you; never giving you his full length, just rubbing against your outer lips, sliding in but never all the way. just his flushed tip prodding, poking, giving you a taste of what you could have.

“s-stop teasing….! j-jerk!!!”

“oh dear, someone made the royal highness displeased,” zhongli hums, kissing your knuckles.

“you shut up,” al haitham hisses, before affixing his gaze back onto your adorable pouty lips, “and you. what did you just call me?”

your lips part to form the insult, just as your boyfriend slams into you in one thrust. the syllables break into a high-pitched moan, haughty tone melting into needy desperation. your hips, bruised by the fingers previously digging into the flesh, tries to meet his sudden movements.... until he stops, presses your lower half back down, and repeats the teasing grinds on the lips of your pussy.

“i asked, what did you call me?”

“i’m sorry i'm sorry am sorry love, please-”

“that’s what i thought,” al haitham smirks cruelly in satisfaction at your compliance and you barely have the time to admire him when he starts jackhammering into you, his grip adding another set of bruises as he tries to keep your body steady.

your eyes rolls and your back arches, too far lost in pleasure to notice the two pairs of eyes admiring how your body twists and jolts so erotically. how the layer of sweat from your overexertion makes you seem to glimmer and glow, like a mesmerizing crystalfly that captivates their senses, fluttering and asking to be caught. how the spots of cum and the specks of dark lovebites spanning across your skin taunt them to leave more - more marks of ownership, more memory of heated lovemaking, more proof that you’re theirs and only theirs.

the gasps and moans from your lips are akin to a siren’s call to their ears, and it spurs al haitham to relent one grip in favor of playing with your throbbing clit. you’re mewling and trying to escape as soon as he touches the oversensitive bundle of nerves, but zhongli quickly grasps your hands, pinning them in place as he delves in for a kiss; a ploy to keep you in place and to muffle your pretty noises, much to the scribe’s displeasure. though, he makes no move to push the older man away, and instead immerses himself in the tightness of your pussy and the way you clench and gush every time he flicks your clit a certain way. it’s so addicting, the feeling of you around him, that he can’t help but indulge, indulge, indulge.

between a kiss that’s trying to steal your breath away and being ravaged like no tomorrow, the coil in your abdomen snaps, and you jerk against zhongli’s hold, knocking your teeth together as you squeeze your eyes shut. and yet, instead of retreating, your lover doubles down on the kiss, gulping down your cries and screams like they’re the finest aged wine. meanwhile, al haitham buries himself inside you as your cunt spasm around him, getting impossibly wetter with each pulse, with his fingers continuing to help you ride your orgasm in the best way possible. you’re still twitching when he starts moving again - just a few sloppy thrusts as he too reaches his end, spilling more of his seed inside you. your stomach feels hot and full, your legs weak from overexertion, and your breath so ragged it almost hurts to inhale.

with a satisfied groan, the platinum-haired male collapses beside you, trying to catch his breath and admiring your post-orgasm, blissed-out face.

zhongli, on the other hand, has kindly swept his hair back and given you some breathing space, although he’s still looking at you from his original position, a serene smile on his lips. his slender fingers lift your left hand and he places a fleeting kiss on your inner wrist. you give him a weak but appreciative giggle at the gentle display of affection.

the half-dragon hums melodically and moves to press his soft lips onto your palm, then your fingertips. and to your surprise, his lips open, long tongue flicking out to lick a strip from the base of your pinky up to the top.

you yelp as sharp fangs start nibbling on the base of your finger, transfixed at the erotic sight of half-lidded, lust-driven amber eyes staring right into your soul, a slight smirk on his lips as pearly white fangs flashed dangerously under the dimmed light, the pink muscle lewdly circling around your ring finger. it’s hypnotic, almost, and your mouth unconsciously falls agape, a shudder racking your body as the canines start to scratch and nibble and then bite. more tears prick your eyes, and you whine in alarm. zhongli relents, relaxes his jaw, and only then do you see the teeth marks around the base of said finger… it stirs something inside you; a ring of flowers, of promise-

ragged breaths hit your right ear and your eyes squeeze shut as another set of canines assaults your nape, along with a set of fingers still slightly damp with your juices interlocking with your free hand.

“ready for another round?”

“there’s still plenty of canvas space, after all.”

𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑦𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #al haitham #al haitham x reader #zhongli x reader x al haitham #al haitham x reader x zhongli #minors dni #afab!reader #zhongrin.elementalsupercharge #genshin smut #rin writes

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incorrectdmp · 2 years

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DMP SERIES FINALE PT 2 OUT OF CONTEXT SPOILERS

well. it’s the end of an era. can’t say this is gonna be the *last* ooc spoilers because i may do one for the epilogue and i ever decide to do another full binge of the show i may go back and do all the episodes before i started doing these as a fun lookback/theme of the binge to separate it from my last but. we sure are here and at the end.

BUT FIRST, blog update:

before we start i wanna say my game plan going forward is in fact to keep up this blog. again, sorry for the lack of maintenance outside of OOC spoilers while prep for the finale happened, as you saw there was. a lot. i’m gonna say i’m gonna truly start giving this blog a fresh coat of paint and repairs IN THE NEW YEAR, because i need some time to crash and also it is in fact the holiday season.

I’ll probably be fixing the tag guide more thoroughly than last time i did, and start dedicating some actual time to finding more quotes and gaining a more fresh and up to date backlog. most of my quotes in the backlog are very much the dynamics and circumstances as they were late s3/early s4 and i wanna make sure everyone’s development shines through. i may add some new tag categories to specify whether this is during void or post-void interactions, as certain characters are not able to interact during post-void, and circumstances changing allows for certain things to be more likely to happen.

and finally for updates, i’ll put this behind a spoiler as it is episode spoils:

i will be adding a chaos van tag. if chaos van ends up being an actual project that happens i am more than willing to continue doing incorrect quotes for it, and it will probably feature a fuckton of new characters to add to this blog. i will probably have to separate tagging into two distinct groups: one for dmp and one for chaos van if this does indeed happen, but for now when i make the chaos van tag it will be stuff pertaining to the hypothetical interactions and vibes of that ending, until an actual project may be more on the horizon or a possibility.

anyWAYS on with M E M E S

Charlie dies of Typhoid

Cant believe gcmillicutty is fucking dead

LET THE DOG IN GUYS THEY WANT IN THEY SMELL PRISONER’S DILEMMA

Sad ste D:

Dmp is my favourite anime

THIS SURE IS SOME JRPG FINAL BOSS SHIT

Chicken goat eboy body

Alex gets a splitscreen of him talking to himself

CHILD ANGY

Ezra be like: “one of us had to be drawn from a cursed angle and it’s gonna be me”

Charlie’s reached it. Her final form.

Charlie is finally free of redesigns

Wow i love Hopes and Dreams from the hit indie game Undertale (2015) by Toby Fox

Time to bullshit a cosmic horror story with the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP BABEY

ITS CHARLIE’S TURN TO BREAK THE FOURTH WALL

This is the only time charlie’s won in her entire life

GEEEEEEET DUNKED ON

FUCK the black stars, all my homies hate the black stars

“The black stars aint shit” -stephen

Black stars smoothie

Cant believe charlie just adopted ezra from her rat NFT bro brother

Thorin, an 8 year old child, be like: “yeah ill keep my memories of dying dozens of times because i wanna watch scary movies”

Ezra be like: “can i have anime wings pls”

Longinus selfie stick

One final “you have ten minutes”, just to fill everyone with primal fear

GET IN THE BACK STE

EZRA BE DAMMED IF HE HAS TO BE IN THE BACK FOR ANOTHER GROUP SHOT

Percy is 100% not aware he was not in frame

Stephen has the mii music playing in his head at this moment

One doc smile, as a treat

Stephen is a smart man, but every minute he spends with the awakened they rub off on him and he loses another brain cell

CG be like: fuck this shit i’m out

VALEZRA MIXTAPE IS FIRE

The crane/reid bloodline now spans MULTIPLE UNIVERSES

The pen is mightier than the sword but nothing is mightier than these hands

Valezra be like:

On god? On god. (you cant see it but im crying)

EZRA BE GETTIN THAT PRINCESS PEACH

King jock jock

CHOCOLATE THUNDER AND CARAMEL CHAOS

ITALIAN MUSIC FOR EZRA REPRISE

The crane/reid family: known for FIGHTING GODS

And then doc’s heart grew three sizes that day

I cant believe sprite’s gonna have to be brought to pravum

Artorius ponders the orb:

Artorius “penis hands” lynch (no i cannot BEGIN to explain the context of this)

Ezra Crane: Prince of Bel Air

Bring technology into pravum, but not enough to kickstart capitalism

Hailey gets infinite god power: asks for a ham sandwich

BYE HOES

T MOBILE NEVER DIES

Hailey giving yugo gambling info like

SO LONG CAPTAIN LASAGNA o7

Damn you hailey making me think my phone is winning

Yugo playing the long con, waiting 7 years to plan that phone call

Its better than being a colour

Coffee and prunes

Ive never cried more over mac and cheese and hot dogs

HONORARY DETECTIVE HERNANDEZ

Wow smh juniper CANT just live in the void?

Dorkus Fucking Dies.png

Yknow what, fuck you *unkills dorkus*

Fish soul got SNATCHED

TREE BROTHERS

Theres no choice, doc told you to. You have to now

SOUTHERN MOM RETURNS

Dorkus slides in on heelies like

Ranch (not farm)

Percy, like the rest of us, gets to suffer drawing charlie’s redesign

“TIME IS A HUMAN CONSTRUCT ANYWAYS BYEEEEE”

MORE KISS

Grace garden’s priorities: taking the chair with her

The world’s worst heirloom: cutaux

PAT. THE. HEAD.

Great we got a new handshake meme format

KISS PT WHATEVER WE’RE ON

HES HOME YOUR HONOUR. I WILL CRY.

Doc told charlie to go to horny jail

YA TRAUMA IS GONE WITH THE POWER OF GOD

Aaaaaaaallll according to plaaaaan

CG slipped on his ass and was like “yeah i meant to do that”

Get In The Van.

The second worst van in the multiverse

Me since the episode where the van was introduced:

One more stupid ste and stupid percy for the road (literally ig)

Special thanks to our dear friends kevin mcleaod and john bartman

YES CG WE ARE CRYING WHY DO YOU ASK?

And finally:

When i ascended i took dreamland with me

#out of context spoilers #dmp #discord murder party

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thatringboy · 4 years

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The Way A Soul Lives - TWST

To write some Diasomnia angst has been a goal of mine for a while and seeing the new official book and the Diasomnia boys made me want to finish

I’ve only ever written angst a few times, so this was a nice practice. I hope I didn’t go too OOC here, but I think I’m good. I tried a new writing style here that I’m not that confident in, so feedback is very much appreciated!

Warnings: Magic, self inserted theories about Faes, fight scenes, blood, death and the angst associated with that

Word count: 1,615 (a new record I think!)

Sebek enjoyed the night shift. There was always something invigorating about walking around the Draconia castle when only dim torches and moonlight lit his path. A hand on his sword hilt, he quietly marched up and down halls, sometimes stopping in the Royal Library to glance at a book, and always passed by the rooms of the royal family.

However, his blood turned to ice when the Fae noticed a haphazardly opened window and mud tracked on the floor near it. He turned on his heels and ran back towards the room of his fellow guard, taking into account that the muddy footprints were not those of a humanoid.

~~~

Yuu sat down on the blanket and a frown tugged at their lips. “So why did you drag me all the way out here? It’s freezing!”

Cater laughed and pulled his coat on tighter. “Because there’s a Meteor shower tonight and there’s gonna be some fireworks to celebrate the end of Spring Break! Don’t worry, the others will be here soon and we can take some pics for Magicam.”

Principal Crowley had allowed Yuu Prefect to leave Night Raven College for the week of Spring Break and the magic-less human somehow got dragged to the mountains of Pyroxene where the snow had not yet melted. Yuu spent the week posing for cameras with Cater and Vil and learned how to snowboard thanks to Jack’s tutelage. Grim enjoyed the attention he was receiving during the trip and showed his gratitude by becoming a makeshift hot water bottle inside of Yuu’s thick coat.

Two figures approached the clearing. The shorter one talked with their hands in an annoyed voice. “All I’m saying is that you and the potato could really become a modeling duo! You two have the natural talent and certainly the looks.”

The taller figure grunted and sat down next to Yuu. “Not in a million years will you find me modeling sports clothing. Oh, hey Prefect.”

“Hey Jack.” Yuu sighed and looked up at the stars that were starting to appear. The constellations in Twisted Wonderland were different from those on Earth and they seemed to draw large coherent pictures across the sky. Vil sat down on his own blanket and opened his mouth to argue with Jack some more, but Cater closed his mouth.

“The show’s about to start!”

~~~

Sebek knocked on Silver’s door as quietly as he could. He could hear his fellow guard get out of bed and step to the door. Silver opened the door partially and opened his mouth to protest the rude awakening, but Sebek covered it before the human could make a sound.

“There’s an intruder.” Sebek whispered. “I can take the South stairwell to the young lord’s room if you take the West and go get Master Lilia.”

Silver nodded and grabbed his pen. The two men silently went in their directions, Silver to the west and Sebek to the south, and stepped into hidden passages. Sebek broke into a full sprint and exited the passage to see that Malleus’ door was open. A feeling of dread set into his stomach as he tip-toed near the door. What he saw sent a shiver of terror down his spine.

Standing over the sleeping figure of Malleus was a creature made of flickering and ever-changing shadows. From within itself, it produced an awful looking hand with claws the size of kitchen knives. Sebek moved without thinking and drew his sword as he ran to the side of the bed. He swung his sword in a graceful arc and removed the clawed appendage from the monster. It reeled back and shrieked horrifically, making Sebek cover his ears and making Malleus bolt awake.

The dragon Fae assessed the situation and dove out of bed for his staff, but the monster put itself between the two. The amputated limb shook violently in the air before it seemed to regrow itself. Sebek lunged with his sword and put himself in front of Malleus. “Go! Silver and Master Lilia are on their way! Get to the panic room!”

Malleus nodded and ran from the room. Sebek returned his focus on the monster. He had trained for this very scenario for a good portion of his life and he certainly wasn’t going to back down now.

~~~

The night grew colder, but the fireworks were worth it. Yuu clutched onto Grim’s warmth while Cater and Vil shared a blanket and watched the colorful lights explode in the air. Jack, having a naturally high body temperature, didn’t understand the discomfort of his companions, but thankfully didn’t tease them about it. He was sure that if he brought it up, his tail might receive a wicked pinch.

Cater had his phone up taking as many pictures as he could of the show while Vil had only taken a single selfie. Yuu sat in awe of the entire situation and was suddenly very grateful that the Principle had permitted this vacation.

Ew, was Yuu Prefect grateful for the actions of Crowley? The thought disgusted them and made them shiver more than the cold. Grim looked up at them “How cold are you, you weak human!”

Yuu frowned and hugged Grim tighter. “Very.”

Jack leaned forward from where he was sitting. “Here comes the finale! You’re in for a treat, you two.”

Grim and Yuu looked up to see a firework explode above them. A shower of gold sparks rained down as a second firework went off, sending red and blue streams everywhere.

“Truly beautiful.” Vil whispered. He got his phone out and snapped another picture. Yuu assumed that he would be sending it to Rook. Cater laughed and pointed to another firework that was about to explode. It went off and a brilliant lime green glow filled the night sky. Yuu agreed with Vil - the sight was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.

When the lights faded, Yuu noticed that the stars were all out, blanketing the sky with billions of small lights. Jack laid down on his back and looked up at the sky. “What do you know, the Draconia Constellation can be seen this early in the year. That’s usually a Summer Constellation.”

Yuu looked up and sure enough, a large portion of the stars formed a dragon in the air. “Draconia, like Malleus’ family?”

Cater sat back as well, taking the shared blanket with him to the distress of Vil. “That’s the one. The longest Fae line in the world.”

Grim looked up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Vil raised his eyebrows. “I keep forgetting that you are not of this world. Let me explain this for you.”

~~~

Sebek could counter the physical attacks of the monster, but he hadn’t expected it to start hurling fireballs at him. He hissed and kicked himself a little bit whenever a fireball set something of Malleus’ ablaze, but he forced himself to keep his head in the fight.

Where is that lazy Silver? He should be here by now!

The monster jumped up and landed on the bed. Sebek pulled out his pen and fired a bolt of magic, but the mass of shadows absorbed the spell and made that horrible screech again. He grimaced and swung again, ducking under another fireball and was surprised that his sword made contact with something solid, but bounced off.

This creature, it’s changing to match my attacks! Come on, Sebek, think!

He grit his teeth and rolled across the bed, diving behind it to use as cover. If he kept the monster focused on him, it wouldn’t make a break for the door.

The door...

Sebek peaked his head up and noticed that the monster was loading another fireball. He ducked to avoid being hit and made a mad dash for the exit, throwing a rather large textbook that probably held ancient spells passed down from the Fairy Queen herself. Sebek hated to see such literature shredded before his eyes, but he decided that in the moment this would be acceptable behavior.

The monster recovered faster than he had anticipated. It’s claw lashed out as Sebek almost crossed the threshold and knocked him aside. His head hit the side of Malleus’ wardrobe and he felt a stinging pain in his right eye, but other than that was uninjured and got back on his feet. It slashed out again, but Sebek narrowly avoided the sharp talons. His energy was drained and even if he could raise his pen, he would possibly overblot from casting a single spell. He could run for the door again and risk impalement or stay in the corner and be burnt alive. Sebek’s mind, despite the chaos around him and his time running out, started to think of his friends at Night Raven College.

What would they do in his situation? Deuce and Jack would rush in head first, Ace would attempt to create a distraction, Grim would just made more fire and Yuu Prefect probably wouldn’t have even gotten themselves into this mess. Not to mention Epel would probably do any of those things based off of his slightly unpredictable personality. There was little doubt that Epel would also charge the monster, but there was no way of knowing for sure.

Sebek tuned back into reality as a fireball narrowly missed his face. The stinging in his eye and blood trickling down from his scalp made it hard to focus, but his adrenaline was still pumping. He was still standing. He was still fighting.

“Sebek!”

Someone called from the door. The guard - and the monster - turned to see a horrified Silver standing there, his pen clutched tightly. Sebek’s heart froze. He wanted to tell Silver to run, but Sebek’s voice became caught in his chest. The creature of shadows began to prepare another fireball, but Sebek’s body reacted quicker. He dropped his sword and tackled the monster. The two clashed until Sebek managed to force it out of Malleus’ window, but the monster held tight and Sebek felt gravity pull him down to the courtyard below.

~~~

“While most stars outside of constellations are celestial spheres of noble gases and other elements, the stars in constellations are actually souls.” Vil sat back on his hands and looked up at the dragon shaped image in the sky.

Cater sat back up, letting Vil snatch back the blanket. “Oh yeah! My mom explained this to me! Every time a fairy dies, they join their family constellation in the stars!”

“Unlike mortal souls that go to the Isles of Lamentation when we pass,” Vil continued. “The Fae’s immortal spirits are placed in the heavens to dance for all of eternity, or so the legend goes. Some stories say that the Fae came to Twisted Wonderland from the stars and so to the stars they return, but I for one just believe that this is a beautiful story.”

Yuu thought for a second. “So then what about shooting stars?”

Jack put his hands behind his head and got comfortable on the ground. “Nope, those are just regular comets or asteroids or whatever you call them.”

“Fascinating.” Yuu whispered. “Where I come from, stars are just flaming balls of gas in space. I shouldn’t be surprised that magic goes as far as constellations, but I am.”

Grim cleared his throat. “Wait, what about wishing stars?”

Vil put a hand to his chin to think. “You know, I’m not entirely sure. It could be that the magic of the fallen fairies could be the ones granting the wishes, but I don’t believe anyone is sure.”

“One of the universe’s many mysteries.” Cater’s voice dropped to be almost inaudible.

Yuu looked back up at the Draconia Line constellation. “There’s a hole in the dragon’s heart except for that one bright star, is that one Maleficent?”

Jack nodded, which was hard because he was on the ground. “The area around her is probably being reserved for her immediate family, so one day in a thousand years, Malleus and Lilia will join her and maybe even Sebek if he wasn’t too stubborn to die.”

Yuu laughed. “Yeah, that’s Sebek.”

~~~

Everything hurt.

Sebek was sure his arms and several ribs were broken, but other than that he landed from the seventh floor quite successfully. He attempted to sit up, but his body ached too much.

The shadow monster laid prone on the stone next to him. Sebek hoped it was finally dead. His inhuman vision let him see Silver and Lilia looking out the window he had tumbled from. Lilia vanished and reappeared next to Sebek, looking down at him with a sad face.

“Forgive my tardiness, young man.” Lilia knelt down next to Sebek and began to mutter a healing spell. A wave of warmth rushed over Sebek as the spell took hold over his body and he felt very tired.

“What is that thing?” Sebek looked at the monster. Lilia glanced back at it and shrugged. “I suppose a demon created to take the life of our young prince. You did well holding up against it for so long, I’m sure there’ll be a medal waiting for you when you wake up that you can show to all your companions at school.”

Sebek liked that idea. He imagined wearing a new medal proudly for a week to boast about to his friends.

“Oh Jack what did you do over the break?”

“I was just snowboarding at home.”

“Well I single-handedly fought off a demon and saved the young lord’s life!”

If it didn’t take so much energy, Sebek would have smiled from the thought.

Lilia finished his spell and offered a hand for Sebek to stand. It took effort, but the taller Fae got to his feet and leaned against his mentor. They began to walk away from the body of the monster, but out of the corner of his ever vigilant eyes, Sebek swore he saw it move.

Time seemed to slow down for Sebek. He shoved Lilia to the ground, earning an angry protest from the older Fae, and turned to face the monster as its claws sunk into his chest, tearing away his armor like it was paper.

The healing spell must have dulled his senses because Sebek didn’t feel any pain from the attack. Instead, he just looked up at the night sky and the Draconia Line constellation looked back down at him. The monster retracted its claw and Sebek slumped to the ground. He wasn’t aware of the pool of blood that was forming around his knees and he wasn’t aware of the blood curdling scream that came from Lilia’s lips, nor was he aware of the beam of magic that ripped the monster in two.

No, all Sebek was aware of were the beautiful stars inviting him to dance with them.

~~~

Yuu could see the stars from their bedroom in Jack’s house. After packing up for the night, Yuu, Grim and Jack said their goodbyes and returned to the log cabin. They had packed their things for their return to school in the morning, but while the cat-like monster slumbered peacefully on the bed they shared, Yuu found themself staring at the stars again.

They also found themself feeling a pit of dread well up in their stomach. It was cold like a clawed hand reaching up and tearing them apart from the inside. There was no reason that Yuu could think of to have this feeling, but it made them wonder if returning to Night Raven College would yield another overblotting upperclassman.

Yuu pushed the window open and a cool breeze ruffled their hair. They looked up at the dragon constellation and squinted before their eyes widened in confusion.

Yuu didn’t know how or why, but the bright star in the heart of the dragon was now joined by a smaller star that shone just as bright.

#this took me so long to write #i'm not that sure about the ending #but i like how the two scenes meshed together #TWST #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland writing #Sebek Zigvolt #Lilia Vanrouge #twisted wonderland Silver #Malleus Draconia #Cater Diamond #Jack Howl #vil schoenheit #Twisted Wonderland Yuu Prefect #Yuu Prefect #twisted wonderland Grim #ThatRingBoy Blue #ThatRingBoy Writing

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beneathshadowsrp · 6 years

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Nightmare of Elm Street: Day 2

When the black cats prowl and the pumpkins gleam…

May luck be yours on Halloween.

For centuries, All Hallow’s Eve (or Halloween) has been the night for all of the things that go bump in the night to walk among the human and mortals. Over the years, the meaning behind Halloween has taken many interruptions and forms depending on each culture. But, in North Carolina, in a little town called Shadow Falls, one of the states most popular ghost stories reign. In Sleepy Hallow, they may have the Headless Horseman, but down south, Shadow Falls is the town devoted to the Siren of the French Broad. Tourists come from far and wide to catch a glimpse of the ghost with the long dark-hair out in the water and to try their luck to hear the call of her song. In Shadow Falls, townsfolk are urged to for their difference to fade away over the next few days and come together for a day of ‘unity’ and ‘acceptance’. But, not everyone looks at Halloween this way…

This is the list of the activities happening on Day 2 of the event.

The event will be concluded on October 20th at midnight EST. It will however only cover October 17th to the 20th in game play.

The tag for this event is #shadowhalloween1. So, please remember to tag all event related threads, pictures, outfits, etc. as such. Also, remember when posting a starter, to use both the event tag as well as the start tag. This event is mandatory, because of all the plot drops we will be having. If you do not want to participate, you do not have to, but we ask that you put your character on Hiatus for the time being or message the main, so that we can be aware if you and another player want to have your characters doing a private thread where they’re away for the weekend instead of participating. Also, because of this, we have decided to close acceptances off during the two weeks of the event.

PLEASE LIKE THIS POST AFTER YOU’VE READ IT. For any questions or concerns regarding anything about the event please feel free to message the main. And note that as per any major plot, if you want to INJURE your character, KILL an NPC (human or Supernatural), or any other MAJOR plot related occurrence during this event, YOU NEED TO MESSAGE THE MAIN FIRST TO ASK FOR APPROVAL. And last but not least, just have fun!! We hope you enjoy this event just as much as we enjoyed making it for you!

ACTIVITIES for DAY 2 aka Halloweekend:

So, what’s happening in town on Day 2?

We have several activities for citizens to take part in listed below. Feel free to post starters in any order which you like. For example, feel free to make a starter about a party and then later post one about a prank. The times associated next to each activity are just in case you want to describe if it was sunny out or your character is grumpy that it’s super early etc.

Clean up Crew/Silent Dance Party:

After all of the teepeeing and pranks that were pulled last night, the mayor has sent out a request for volunteers to help get the town’s streets prepped and ready for trick or treating. So if you’re an early bird or someone whose house was hit last night, make your way down to town hall to borrow some industrial trashcans, replacement decorations, and have some morning bagels, pumpkin spice lattes, and mini pumpkin pies all courtesy of the Pie Hole. Thanks to the Shadow Falls Public Library, the town will also be renting out headphones that you can pick up to par-take in a silent dance party of sorts in order to make the town clean up just a little bit more fun! So, jam out to some music and help get the streets all suited up for today’s activities.

When: 8 to 10 am.; Where: Town Hall

The Haunted House:

The corn maze and hayrides will still be running all today, as well as, the Spookfest Street Fair. But, with an added bonus of one of the largest Haunted Houses this town has ever seen. The entire Library (including the street outside of it which has been transformed into a zombie run inspired obstacle course that you’re welcome to go through) has been transformed into an incredibly interactive experience that is sure to give you goosebumps. All of the proceeds from the tickets will go to new books and each floor of the Haunted House has a different scare level.

Participants: Don’t worry if you’re a scaredy cat, the first floor of the building is the part of the Haunted House that is for all ages from kids to adults. If you have the heeby-jeebies from only that, feel free to leave through the back entrance. But, if your a horror fanatic or a haunted house enthusiast, take the elevator up to levels 2 and 3. If you make it through all three levels, you’ll not only get a sticker and a pen that looks like a syringe, but bragging rights for all your friends.

Volunteers: If you have signed up to work the Haunted House, then you will be transformed into a scary monster of your choosing and be given a post where you can jump out and scare whoever is walking through. You can be a severed head in a fake dinning room table or one of the zombies in the zombie run. Just remember, you’re not allowed to touch the participants just as they are not allowed to touch you and don’t forget to say boo!

OOC: Because the SpookFest Street Fair is still going on, the added stuff about witches and sirens are still in effect today too.

When: 10 am to 7pm; Where: Shadow Falls Library

Trick or Treating:

No one can forget one of the most popular parts of Halloween being Trick o’ Treating! And it’s no secret that in Shadow Falls, the best street to hit during your candy run is Elliswood Avenue. This picture-esque street is dominated by upper-middle-class families who love to compete for the best-decorated homes each year. It’s famous for the elaborate decorations and king-sized candy bars. It’s a perfect street to take the little ones trick-or-treating. Your character could be a resident of Elliswood Avenue, someone who appreciates the effort, or a chaperone for some kids for part of the night. (For a better idea of the houses on Halloween, check out these links [x] [x] [x]). There is even a magnetic sword in a stone at the street sign where young and old can try to see if they are the ‘chosen’ one.

Temporary Freedom: Once again, every supernatural in town has temporary freedom. If a species would like to walk around freely with their wings stretched out, reveal their fangs, etc. The risk of being caught for indulging in supernatural pleasures and appearances is low seeing that many hunters and cops cannot distinguish the difference between species throughout the weekend. Yet, cops are still on duty, patrolling the streets more heavily than usual, so even though supernaturals won’t be arrested for wandering around in their true form, hunters and supernaturals don’t get the complete freedom they have during the Full Moon (aka killing and feeding on other people in the streets is a no, no).

When: 5pm to Midnight; Where: Elliswood Avenue

The Monster Mash:

On night two, there are one again two separate parties you are welcome to attend:

Neverland: Neverland will be putting on an all out costume party. Come donning your scariest garbs, your sparkliest make-up, or your cutest couples costume. There will be THREE main categories: 1. Best Couple’s Costume (can be funny, extra spooky, or cute!) 2. Scariest Overall (the scariest costume of the night.) 3. Cleverest Clown (not actually a clown costume, but a costume that the judges deem hilarious or clever.) Tag your character’s costumes with #shadowinspos and #shadowhalloween18

When: 8 pm to 2 am Where: Neverland Speakeasy

Saints and Sinners: For those looking to indulge in the more hedonistic aspects of the night, Saints and Sinners is the place to be. With live musical performances and generous bar tabs, this is the club to live out your dark fantasies. Bring your costume, or as others would put it “lingerie with animal ears,” grab a drink, and hit the dance floor.

When: 9 pm to 2 am Where: Saints and Sinners Club

Open Carry

Open Carry: The open carry policy is still in effect, so after the clock strikes 9 pm, the open carry policy begins. This means that you are allowed to take whichever alcohol beverage you’d like the streets as you wandered through the night. And for Vampires, special drinks will be offered all weekend with blood infused in it thanks to the Local Blood Drive and to the Hamlin Group’s newest creation- blood tablets. Drop one tablet into a glass of water and it instance becomes artificial blood for you to enjoy.

When: 9 pm to Midnight. Where: All Over Town

The Siren on French Broad Spotting:

Last but not least, as the time ticks to midnight and the fog rolls in, make your way down to Elm Street, the Trails, and the Pier to catch the Siren show on the water and a glimpse of the ghost herself. The show won’t start until 2 am, but if you’re smart, you’ll try to get there early to grab a good seat and get some good old fashioned hot dogs, turkey legs, and other traditionally american style food from the Devil’s Diner food carts set up along the water.

When: 11 pm to 1 am, Where: Over the Water

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thetradeway · 3 years

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Session 34: 27 Feb 2021: “DO NOT DRY HUMP THE GNOME!”

Mina has flu and may or may not join, so I take Kessler for her. Sophie has made the best soup ever - it contains three of Matthew’s favourite ingredients. Garlic, butter, and salt. Where were we? Blue Alley! We killed a minotaur! Sticky stairs! I remind Ed about the joke he told; “Gosh, I’m brilliant.”

There is some creepy-ish music. There are more stairs; Ahleqs throws a copper at them to see if anything eats it. They look plain to Gideon; there is no carpet. He tiptoes forward, and nothing happens so we descend. There is a door; Kessler knocks on it. It doesn’t appear locked. Is there anything on the other side that sounds like a unicorn statue? An ethereal whinny…?

Melaina hears nothing. Kessler suggests someone try Mage Hand. Gideon: “Why do a mage hand when you could use your normal meat-hand?” Well, Kessler is rather attached to her meat hand. Inside the room is a stepped dais in the middle with what looks like a pork chop on it. No - it’s a gem, with a sword suspended above it, point down. There are carvings on the wall. There are words inscribed around the dais. Gideon: “Dwarven words?”

DM: “No, dirty human words.”

Gideon: “Then I don’t care, I’m not reading them.”

The words read thus: “Power pulses within me, and only a living warmth may move me.”

Brothers Charity and Carl approach the dais. Melaina thinks the gem is very shiny. How high is the sword? Just above it. Living warmth, eh? Could we fart it off the dais? What’s the range on Melaina’s farts? (Probably not as far as Meemoo, who is not allowed ‘with gravy’ any more.)

Ahleqs would rather walk away and leave the gem, but even he is reluctant. “It’s probably magic, isn’t it?”

Brother Charity takes the crystal. Woah - what?

He has a crystal now; that’s the good news. Ah.

The bad news is the flying sword that attacks. Its blade lifts up toward Brother Charity’s face - and it has advantage. It is trying to take his eyes.

Melaina wishes to support this endeavour; Brother Charity forgives her.

“I didn’t apologise.”

She shoots anyway and hits the sword - how-de-do-dis! It drops to the floor with a clatter.

Charity notices two things about the gem that he recovered. There are two iron gates in it, but other than that is shitty quality. With her passive perception Melaina spots two abnormalities in the wall. She investigates one of them, and sees a secret door in the wall. Not so secret now.

She thinks that if she manipulates the stone in some way, it will open. It opens! “Ah! Coo.”

Behind it is a cosy room with nine goodberries in a bowl on the table. We are told it would be an excellent place to rest. On the wall are the words “WHAT, MIGHT, AND.” (Last week we found some words on the wall which said “THIS, TOOL, WITH”.)

There are faint runes carved into the perimeter of the table. There is a box; Melaina wants to investigate that. With her eyes, first. It’s fine quality, wooden, hinge topped. 6x12 inches. Like a large jewellery box. She checks it for traps. “Again with your eyes?” “Er, yes.” It doesn’t look trapped. She Mage Hands it to try and open it by flipping the lid up; but not before taking a step back.

No trap goes off. The runes around the table glow a bit brighter temporarily. She will have to step closer to look inside the box.

The runes seem magical. Brother Charity makes an Arcana check on them, with a decidedly average result. He thinks it might be transmutation magic.

Gideon, excitedly: “Oooh! OOOH! I specialise in that!” He can see that the magic of the runes will alter anything put on the table in some way, but he’s not sure how. “Will the bowl turn into a duck, if we remove it from the table?” He lifts it up, but nothing seems to happen. He marches it to the other side of the room with his arms outstretched.

He makes a perception check on the goodberry bowl. Charity: “Have they changed into badberries?”

Nothing really happens to them. Gideon returns the bowl to the table, gets out an ink pen and places it on the table. Not even with a flourish, just very gingerly. Perception check; when he put it down, he thinks a bit of the wood around the nib of the pen looks a bit paler. He puts the pen back in his pocket.

Hmm.

Duncan, doing Brad Pitt in Se7en: “What’s in the box?” Brother Charity takes a look, anticipating a creature jumping out and attaching to his face. DM asks how he’s looking at it; is he leaning over it? (Sophie, OOC: “I don’t like that question.”)

There is some kind of shadow moving around in the bottom of the box. Charity picks up the box and takes it away from the table. As it passes over the runes a bright light emits from the box.

Melaina, disdainfully: “You idiot.”

Roll initiative!

The thing is a will-o’-wisp, and it goes first, hitting brother Charity for 12 lightning damage.

Tarragon Thorn Whips it with a natty 20 for 12 magical piercing damage. Melaina shoots but misses, and makes a hide attempt at Disadvantage because of the bright light from the wisp.

14 misses. Kessler shoots twice and misses both times, to a hearty chuckle from Gideon.

Brother Charity does a Vampiric Touch on it. (Woah.) It takes 11 necrotic damage and he gets some health back. (Is he a vampire?) Wait - it’s resistant to Naughty Touch attacks so it takes half damage and Charity gets half of that returned to him as health. Is Brother Wandering Hands done?

Duncan OOC: “Pull your cassock back down and get out.”

Ahleqs casts Shatter. He uses a Sorcery Point so as to avoid Melaina, Brother Wandering Hands, Gideon and Tarragon. The Wisp fails its save and takes 6 thunder damage - but it halves it. Ahleqs could make a run for the door? He has some friends/meat shields; he raises himself to a full crouch and cowers where he is.

Grease Wizard delves deep into the recesses of his massive brain to see if he knows anything about will-o’-wisps. He can do an Arcana or a History check? He chooses Arcana. 12?

He remembers that they are immune to Lightning and Poison. Good to know. He yells it out for the rest of us. (He’s a Dragon’s Dogma companion. “Goblins hate ice and fire both!”)

Brother Carl punches it.

DM: “Are his punches magical?”

Matthew, OOC: “Not in so many words.” Carl misses, and looks shapelessly sad about it.

The wisp attacks Brother Charity but misses. It passes through him (opportunity attack - Charity misses) and goes through the wall aiming for Kessler. Tarragon makes a Thorn Whip attack but misses.

Melaina is still hidden - but she moved, so she’s not. She rolls a crit fail on her stealth check and sneezes. She shoots anyway but misses.

Kessler uses her thunder gauntlets but the thing is resistant to thunder damage as well. She gives Gideon a mouthful for not telling us all that.

Brother Charity can’t move out of the room because Melaina and Carl are in the way. Melaina could have moved but she chose not to.

DM: “None of this would have happened if you hadn’t made her tall northman boyfriend leave.” Melaina, hotly: “Shut up! I don’t care about that!”

Ahleqs wants to shoot an Eldritch Blast over people’s heads. DM is feeling somewhere between sympathy and pity for him this week so he lets him try, but he misses. Less of the sympathy, more of the pity now.

Grease Wizard is all sideways, hold on… Gideon is behind the wall and can’t see it, but he is told that the wisp is attacking the goblin. He is blocked from leaving the room by a very large Carl, who is, Matthew tells us, six foot five.

Ed as an idea strikes him, OOC: “How tall was Gunna, because I have a suspicion…”

Ahleqs wants to know if we can set Carl on fire? Is he a person or a collection of sticks? He is a person with a rich inner life and we absolutely cannot set fire to him, Matthew informs us.

Gideon has another think about wisps for his turn. He can learn six (SIX??!) of its damage resistances which are: acid, cold, fire, necrotic, thunder, non magical bludgeoning, and the sniffles.

For his turn, little Carl (Beautiful, innocent Carl) does punchin! He hits for five bludgeoning, which is non magical. Charity can take his held action now that Carl is out of the way; he casts a spell to make his weapon magical. “Shhelelelelelbllblelellh?” Yeah!

The wisp goes invisible. Ah, what?

Tarragon casts Faerie Fire where she last saw it, but the thing doesn’t reappear; either it made its save or it is no longer in the area where it was when it vanished.

Melaina and Kessler both hold attacks for if and when the thing reappears. Brother Charity does the same.

Ahleqs wants to make it so he can see his chums; as he moves, the wisp makes an opportunity attack and reappears! Ahleqs drinks a potion. (Ed’s computer dies a death. I make tea while it reanimates.)

Does it count as a magical attack if Gideon Greases his own fists and punches it? DM: “No, that’s closer to magical gimpery.”

He has some magic stuff in his inventory - he could use one as a magical improvised weapon? He pulls out a spell book and bonks the wisp with it. It’s not his own spell book, it belonged to a necromancer, he goes to great pains to tell us. He makes a STR check and fails, swinging the book and stumbling into a wall.

Brother Carl. Matthew is checking something of his… Carl makes his attack at Advantage, which means attackers get Advantage on him. (That sounds like a Reckless Attack. Is he a barbarian…? He hasn’t Raged so far...)

The wisp makes a shock attack at Gideon, but misses.

Tarragon Thorn Whips it with a nat 20 - it flickers and dims a bit, but is still glowing. Melaina hides behind the door frame and leans around the door for a Sharpshooter shot; but she rolls a ten and misses. Kessler misses twice with her crossbow again.

(There is some discussion about sidekicks; Mr Pickles isn’t Ahleqs’ sidekick so much as his line manager.)

Brother Charity blocks the doorway; Melaina pinches him. He starts clambering over a settee. From atop it, he can shoot an Eldritch Blast at the thing but misses. With a 17.

“Why come?”

That’s wisps for ya.

Ahleqs is up. Ahleqs, resignedly: “Yeah, I am.” He’s still a bit close. He decides to chance it and try ToC. He prevaricates; “Everyone is in there.” He changes him mind and does an Eldritch Blast, but misses with an 18. (18 misses??! This thing has a ridiculous AC. It’s the first thing we’ve fought that’s harder than Kessler to hit)

Gideon discards the book. Can he buff someone with a spell? Wait - no, he’s going to hit it with the book again instead. 17 misses.

Brother Carl rinses and repeats with a 23 punching attack. (Are his Gauntlets of Helm magical? No, but they have little eyes on them.)

The wisp makes an attack on Gideon but misses. It passes through the wall again, and a bunch of us get opportunity attacks.

Tarragon debates casting Moonbeam on her turn but decides to go with Thorn Whip again, believing the wisp to be near enough to death that she doesn’t want to waste a second level slot on it. She hits with another nat 20. It flickers again and is looking decidedly dimmer.

Melaina tries another Sharpshooter attack but misses. Kessler does her Thunder Gauntlets and hits once, misses once.

Brother Charity climbs off the sofa and sheleleeheheidihgghglbblblwehs it but misses.

Ahleqs, searching for the wisp: “Where is this damn thing… OH GOD THERE IT IS”. He does an Eldritch Blast at it, hitting for a 24, and 9 points of force damage - how-de-do-dis!! He’s so unused to doing dis that he has to think before describing the death. It goes brown and falls to the ground, rattling as if there’s a ball bearing in it.

Charity: “Now this box I picked up. It’s not a box of Summon Will-o’-Wisps?” He makes an Investigation check - a nat 1. He spends a few minutes holding the box and steadfastly refusing to look at it.

Melaina and Tarragon, while moving around the room, have noticed something off about another wall. Melaina investigates with Guidance from Tarragon for a 26 total.

(How poorly is Ahleqs feeling, level 1 poorly or level 2 poorly? Level 1 should do it. Brother Charity healeth his wounds.)

The wall opens to reveal a mounted crossbow - the string has snapped but there is a silver bolt still loaded. On the wall is inscribed, “CAN, DO.”

Here are the words we have so far: WHAT, MIGHT, AND, THIS, TOOL, WITH, CAN, DO.

Melaina goes for the bolt (it’s shiny) and triggers a pressure plate trap with a nasty acidic fluid that squirts into the room. She makes her CON save and is fine.

Brother Charity takes the bowl and the goodberries. “There’s going to be another will-o’-wisp, isn’t there.”

No, but the DM asks him to explain exactly how he does it. He picks it up, pours the berries into his pocket and sticks the bowl into Brother Carl’s pack. He now has nine goodberries.

Tarragon and Brother Charity investigate the wall and find another room. Tarragon goes in. There is smooth, featureless stone as if mined from a single piece of rock and transported here. On the west wall there is writing: “A soft touch.”

The door slams shut, trapping Tarragon, Ahleqs, and the Brothers inside.

Gideon, outside: “Well - they’re dead. Pub?”

The others can’t hear any noise from inside. All of us inside notice that it’s so quiet we can hear the blood in our ears. Every tiny sound is amplified. We all (inside) roll d100s and then initiative.

Oh no…

Ahleqs begins babbling, incapable of speech or spells. Tarragon has to use her action on each of her turns to attack whoever is nearest. Brother Charity is incapacitated and can only scream, laugh or cry. Brother Carl will do anything anybody tells him as long as it isn’t destructive.

Oh shit.

Ahleqs holds his hands up to cast and babbles some nonsense; nothing happens.

Gideon doesn’t know what to do. He examines the door to see if it’s been locked by magical means. He can sense magic at work on the other side of the door, but nothing on his side.

Tarragon hits Ahleqs but gets a nat 1 - good for him, bad for her. She rolls on the crit fail table and her weapon’s damage is halved until she gets it fixed. Well, balls.

Carl doesn’t do anything because no-one has told him to do anything. Melaina tries to pick the lock - she rolls a 29. DM, laughing: “Fuckin’ hell!” The door is open. Brother Charity screams.

Tarragon rolls another d100 - now she is babbling and can’t cast spells in addition to having to attack whoever is nearest. She attacks Ahleqs again and gets another nat 1. (What the entire shit.)

Carl doesn’t move or do anything. Gideon readies a spell in case anything nasty comes through the door, but wisely, won’t go in. Kessler readies another attack. Ahleqs leaves the room, trying to tell us all to get out, but only nonsense emerges from his mouth.

Melaina doesn’t know what to do. She stands in the doorway and tries an Arcana check on the room. With a 21, she can see there is some kind of magic in this room that causes madness, and the longer a person is exposed the more serious the effect is. She shouts at the Brothers to leave. Now that he has orders, Carl can leave - but Brother Charity is still rolling around screaming, incapacitated.

Tarragon makes a dirty 20 WIS save and the madness passes. She sits in the corner and thinks about what she’s done.

Brother Carl can leave, but he has to roll a d100 and a d10 because he starts his turn inside the room. He must use his action on his round to attack the nearest creature.

(Gideon is up but Ed is not responding. We skip him for now and move on.)

Ahleqs makes his WIS save - his babbling is starting to cease and he can feel the spark of magic returning. Melaina, staring at Brother Charity who is still screaming and rolling around on the floor: “Oh god, I’m going to have to go in and drag him out, aren’t I?”

She makes a STR check to try and drag him out from as close to the door as she can manage, but rolls a 3. Fuck! She leaves.

She didn’t start or end a turn in the room so she doesn’t have to roll, but Brother Charity does - again. Now, he is Frightened of everything. He would be forced to use his action to flee from us all, but he’s already Incapacitated. Instead, any attempts to rescue him will be made at Disadvantage.

Tarragon sheepishly Healing Word’s Ahleqs from across the room, in spite of the fact that she didn’t actually hit him. She moves back toward the door so she can make an attempt at rescuing Charity on her next turn.

Carl punches Melaina with his Gauntlets, but misses. He makes a WIS save - a nat 20! The madness starts to pass.

Gideon moves back a little and readies a spell just in case. Kessler stands watch. Ahleqs’ madness passes. He makes an Insight check, but doesn’t know he was speaking gibberish the whole time, and wonders briefly why no-one responded to his advisements to leave the room. He can move closer to the door, but doesn’t have enough movement to get in and out of the room in one turn to make a rescue attempt. He could assist someone else…?

Melaina will have another go at a rescue. She rolls another 3. Goddammit.

Brother Charity rolls another d100, but he’s been in the room so long that the DM tells him that he’s rolling on a different table now. Then he rolls 3d10; for a total of 8. (Matthew, OOC: “For the next 8 years, you believe yourself to be: a chicken!”)

DM: “This is an odd one.” Oh dear.

Uh oh. Whatever happens doesn’t happen yet, but it will affect him for the next 40 hours. We brace ourselves.

All of us except Kessler and Gideon notice that the terrified screaming has stopped.

Charity believes he is under the effect of a love philtre - the next creature he interacts with, he believes himself Charmed by. Tarragon, not knowing this, makes a rescue attempt.

Oh…

Oh no…

The rescue attempt fails, which is probably just as well from Tarragon’s point of view.

Brother Carl is back to normal now. He can make a rescue attempt if Tarragon lets him through - she does, and he just sort of strides over her, but ploughs through her and knocks her over. She falls prone. Carl manages to rescue Charity, picking him up and carrying him out of the mad room.

Charity approaches Tarragon and gives her an awkward hug; she disentangles herself. He goes for a peck on the cheek. She is utterly weirded out by this and takes a few steps back from him.

Charity, probably to himself: “This is going to mess with my vow of celibacy…”

DM: “Do not dry hump the gnome!”

We take a long rest. 8 of the 40 hours pass…

Nothing happens to disturb our rest. Or - wait… We have to roll something. Carl rolls a d4 on his watch; which passes without incident. Melaina takes second watch and rolls a 4. She makes a perception check. She hears little tiny feet pattering across the stone; then a small blue hand reaches around the doorway.

Brother Carl must pick an item at random in his bag and tell the DM what it is. We’re being robbed by smurfs!

The bowl he recently acquired is lifted in a blue hand. Melaina silently aims her bow at it. She hits, and gets sneak attack damage. Melaina: “That hand’s coming off.”

The owner of the hand screeches, but doesn’t let go of the bowl. What does she want to do?

“Oh… fuck it, I’ll fight it.”

Ahleqs and Tarragon awaken at the shriek. There are more blue goblinoids outside the room. Initiative!

Another hand comes around the corner and pinches something else from the still sleeping Brother Carl - this time it gets a dragon chess set. Since he’s just been robbed again, Carl makes another perception check - at disadvantage because he’s asleep. He fails and continues to snore.

Tarragon Thorn Whips the closest one and kills it - she shouts at the goblinoids to give back what they stole, giving the others another chance to wake - at disadvantage. Since it is the voice of his one true love, Charity makes a straight check. He fails, but he is having an awkward dream.

Melaina and Tarragon get a good look at the creature as it rifles through Charity’s pockets now. It’s wearing a little tunic that says ‘cleanup crew’. It steals some incense from Charity.

(Ed pops out because he’s exhausted, so Sophie takes over Gideon for him. Not too difficult, as he’s asleep.)

Melaina can’t get out because Stupid Carl is in the way. He is difficult terrain, but she can clamber over him. She does so, using all her movement. She shoots one of the retreating goblinoids in the back with a 24 for 17 damage, knocking him clean off his feet. He is horribly wounded but not dead. He turns and shakes a nasty bony little fist at her. Just your friendly neighbourhood robbin’ bastards.

Ahleqs usually sleeps in the foetal position, so he’s probably prone when he wakes. He does an Eldritch Blast - how de do dis! “It explodes like a wet sack of custard.” Ahleqs looks at his hands, horrified.

Tarragon leaves the room but can’t see anything; she holds a Thorn Whip. Melaina runs after the goblinoids, who have made a break for it. She dashes and finds them, but can’t do anything on her turn now.

Ahleqs goes after them and does an Eldritch Blast. He does 7 damage with his second blast; not quite enough to kill it. “Shall we just let them run away?”

Tarragon dashes but can’t see them. Melaina moves and shoots another one in the back with a natty 20. She does *clears throat*

FORTY ONE POINTS OF DAMAGE.

How-de-do-dis?

“He explodes.”

We retrieve the stolen items from the soup that remains of the goblinoids.

Melaina: “Well, that’s my watch done, I’m going back to bed.”

That’s a good place to call it, so we do.

#dnd #thetradeway #campaign diary

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lolimnotherelol · 3 years

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Mightier than a Sword

ooc; starter for @irroche

A new trend has swept over Garreg Mach in these early autumn days of the Horsebow Moon. Various notes have been springing up around campus. Some claim to be looking for love. Others simply want to yell into the void about a frustrating assignment they’ve been given. And yet others might bemoan the presence of ghosts in the monastery’s halls… The letters are many and varied. The one thing they have in common is the fact they are all anonymous, and there is an implicit understanding that discretion is required to play the game. Will you take up a mystery pen pal?

There was a saying in Fodlan culture that went something along the lines of “practice makes perfect,” Petra recalls, her quill casting slow but deliberate shadows across the smooth parchment set before her. As the evening sun surely sets behind the monastery walls, so too does she come to a close in her letter, holding it before a candle -- its wick by now near the end of its own journey -- so she may read her practiced scrawls.

Her lettering was bold, the words evenly spaced and certainly discernable enough, but would they be understood as she intended them to be? Half an hour later after the letter had been sealed and tucked away hidden in a bushel of flowers within the greenhouse, Petra wonders if this practice would bear any fruit -- whether it would increase her skill in writing or find its way into the hands of a stranger at all.

The letter read as follows:

Dear stranger,

I have come a long way to be able to write this letter tonight -- in more ways than I can explain on one page -- and as such I am determined for my voice to reach you with these words.

Are you well? Have you eaten enough today? Remember to replenish your fluids during training and stretch every morning before starting your day.

As for myself, I find myself doing well enough for the most part. I must admit, however -- lately it is getting harder and harder to focus on the present. I miss home dearly and am seemingly unable to stop my thoughts from returning there. If only my body could catch up to my dreams... I would be far, far away from where I stand today.

Most days the thought of home brings me great pride and joy. On others, plenty of sorrow. On worse days, it fills my heart with a blackness that I fear.

Are you able to understand me? I truly hope so. I have spent too much time, wax, and parchment writing this.

Sincerely,

#irroche #mightier than a sword

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harlockauxillia30k-blog · 6 years

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Old Junk part 2

OOC, kind of. This story could actually still be completely canon. Since it has Palanquin, its set somewhere near the end of the pre-heresy crusade. When I penned this the idea of the centauri and harlock himself were both completely raw and unrefined.

2nd centauri star rifles

-grenadier (life guards?)

-better armed/equipped/trained than standard

///

‘Still alive, Harlock?’

A portly general waddled over to the captain, bedecked in all the regalia of his station.

Harlock immediately and crisply saluted, then bowed.

“It is an honour you recall this captain’s name, lord.”

“Humpf. Come, the ball is waiting.”

Harlock walked in and felt immediately, somehow, far too old for this venture. His newly woven fine captains uniform stood in stark contrast to the centuries etched into his gradually thinning features, appearing positively gangly now from so long in space and one too many campaigns without proper logistics. The permenant bags under his eyes chafed somewhat at the application of powders to help conceal them, and he could feel the distant throb of arthritis in the joints of his legs as he watched young officers waltz and weave through the immense ship-board ballroom.

“I order you to enjoy yourself Harlock. Your units performance on Tector IV made it even to the eyes of our Astartes legionaires.”

Harlock casually glanced over at the representative of the lords in question, an Imperial Fist captain by the name of Allonzo Ruiz; his tanned complexion standing out among a throng of spacers.

Harlock nodded at the general. “Many thanks, General Adolfus. I will do that” and in so doing, walked down the spiral staircase. Naturally, at the sight of a medal, or upon seeing him discuss with the general, a fair maiden struck like a knife towards him, glimmering in a gold dress which featured miraculously expensive ‘spirit-weave’ that appeared perpentually caught up in an astral wind as sashes and the like twirled about her slowly.

“My lady…” Harlock said, tipping an invisible hat out of reflex, but altering his course to avoid the troublesome woman.

“Good sir, a word please. I couldn’t help but notice your discussion with the general. I do say sir you appear a fine catch for one such as I. Might I offer you a dance? I have heard upon terra it is becoming popular for the women to propose…”

“I’m sure the terran ladies do have experience with such things.” Harlock grumbled, his sharp mind growing dull at the thought of dedicating more time to this harlot.

“Quite. The dance, then?”

The woman took the temporarily distracted captains hand and led him to the ballroom floor. Harlock’s mind fell into a lapse as muscle memory performed a rather adequate waltz, drilled into him by years of training at a young age.

“My name is Vermillion Rose. But you may call me Rosie, if you prefer such low-gothic vernacular.”

“Fascinating.” Harlock twirled her around, and mentally stripped and re-assembled a las-gun.

“…And what is your name, sir?”

Just then, as the song ended, a true hero of the imperium arrived. “Captain Harlock! Good to see you here! The colonel would have a word. And who might this be? What a fine dress my lady! Is it a Saturn design-“

And like that, Major Augustus Greave relieved Harlock of the first of many of tonight’s living mines that so many insisted be called ‘the fairer sex.’

Harlock muttered a not unfeeling ‘thanks for the reinforcement’ toward the charismatic major and sorted himself through the maze of figures dignitaries and officers until he came upon the Astartes captain, and Colonel Tark Palanqin. Harlock immediately saluted, his hawkish features looking every part the model inbred noble hero of the imperium.

“Harlock. Good on you for holding the rearguard. Your name came up in conversation. The Astarte here would have a brief word.” The colonel said, somewhat dismissively. Palanqin was one of several unfortunate political enemies Harlock maintained. Harlock bore no real hatred for the man- giving his company the high risk assignments out of a mission list was one thing, and intentionally trying to kill his own men was quite another thing altogether. It was almost routine at this point, that Harlock’s company would be saddled with the hard assignments. Accepted.

The Astarte nodded, and Harlock immediately saluted.

“Sir.” Harlock said, with arguably as much if not more veneration for the super-soldier than he had mustered for the general, a change noticed even in the timbre of his voice. This man was a marine. Respect was demanded.

“I watched your defense. For common men, it was sturdy.” Captain Ruiz said, sizing up the comparatively toothpick-sized figure before him.

“This humble Auxilliary would know if his battle plan could be improved upon.” Harlock said, with genuine reverence. The Fists knew more about holding ground than anyone else- living or dead. Harlock was a man ever willing to prostrate himself in order to secure knowledge.

“Your right flank lacked sufficient fortification, your soldiers aim and use of suppressive fire was undisciplined, and the formation as a whole was critically understaffed. It was why I was impressed you held. Against such weaknesses, it required good command to hold the lines.”

Ruiz shifted his eyes to the colonel. “Which was why I was curious about the manpower part of the equation.”

The colonel, surprised to be included here, blinked. “Most of it had been evacuated lord.”

Ruiz shook his head. “That particular position demanded two companies of auxillia, or about three squads of Marines to hold competently against possible threats. Had that fort fallen during your retreat into orbit, our enemies could have broken the cordon and assaulted our logistics bases and supply depots- of both the legion and your auxillia. I’ve already written the report on what I witnessed. I merely need a name to pin the possible disaster upon.

Harlock cursed within his mind.

“That would be my fault, sir. I should have requested another company assist in the defense” Harlock said quickly, hoping to diffuse the situation. Such self flaggelation was common practice. It would not due for a nobleman to pass his blame, and moreover, the marine was correct; he should have filed the request. However, doing so would have invariably been countered by Palanqin- so there had been no need to busy himself in such a fashion.

Ruiz raised an eyebrow. “It is strange not to see the both of you attempt to curb responsibility. An honourable trait.”

Ruiz nodded, and apparently satisfied with his answer, turned to leave; his part in this pageantry apparently concluded.

Palanqin stepped forward. “Whatever happens, be it demotion or transfer, I am impressed you held that position, Harlock. You have my thanks for retaining your force strength, I look forward to replacing you.”

The old flame, hate, licked at Harlock’s heart. But he suppressed it with a caustic biting ice of acceptance.

“I suppose so. I shall ready my things and await the Legion’s judgement.”

The next day, an orderly delivered Harlock’s punishment; inclusion in the first wave of the planetary assault of Kell’s Reach. Harlock was quietly puzzled by the honour.

***

“Five minutes till landfall sir.”

“thank you tech sergeant. The latest?”

“The dropsite is presently secured sir. Astartes drop pods are destabilizing the line. With your arrivial we will be one of the first companies prepared to advance.”

Harlock nodded, and secured his breathing apparatus, covering his eyes, nose, and mouth in a whirring metal and glass contraption.

“Such readiness is naught if it is squandered, Tech-Sergeant. Have the landing force advance. We will catch up in our tardiness.”

“But your security picket sir-“

Harlock turned to regard his technical sergeant, concern and worry clouding his copper skinned brow.

“That’s what you are for, tech-sergeant. My sword.”

Harlock extended a hand to the blade, and the sergeant secured it in harlock’s mag-locked gauntlet.

“Give Lieutenant Veers the opportunity to lead. I am eager to evaluate his progress.”

“Yes, captain. Three minutes now.”

Harlock stood silently as the Sergeant secured himself to a seat harness, as G-forces rocked the vessel. Harlock’s body was only kept upright thanks to tactfully placed mag-boots and the blade of his sword which he wedged into a grate.

Behind him, were the fifteen members of his command staff. Harlock was unsure about them; all untested and unproven, much like Lieutenant Veers. Both needed a trial by fire, and a planetary invasion was an opportune place. Should failure occur, Harlock would take direct action. Learning exercises for the Imperial Auxillia were always taught in blood.

The landing craft slammed down, and the door opened. Harlock unjammed his blade and stepped out into the crisp, foul air of Kell’s Reach. Around him were the abandoned remains of his company’s landing zone; rough rapidly dug breast works, some sandbags, and simple dirt landing pads. Harlock noted the casualties- both his and of the Kellans, and glanced at the new hole in his uniform, followed immediately by an ear splitting ‘CRACK’.

“SNIPER! ENEMY SNIPER!” Tech Sergeant Dienes screamed, throwing himself behind an embankment to suppress the shooter’s estimated position.

Harlock exhaled, and ducked behind a slab of concrete.

“Tech-sergeant, organize your squad.” Harlock patiently reminded his subordinate, checking the status of his plasma gun. It was a sickness of the immature or stupid not to do so; one risked spontaneous destruction of the gun and the user should simple mechanical adjustments not be made from time to time.

Dienes physically grabbed his corporal, F. Lauzanne, and screamed for accurate rifle fire on grid hilltop 270. The dropship also complimented the present wave of fire by shooting its defense guns at the hill in question, before taking off again; on to another Auxillia unit.

“Tech-sergeant. Don’t abuse the corporal.” Harlock said, and gestured for a vox net caster. Quickly and easily Harlock cycled imperial data net codes, until at last he reached the fleet.

“This is Harlock actual, of the Second Centauri Star Rifles, requesting fire mission, Gunship, over hilltop 270 in sector C, fire for effect.”

A moment passed, and an inhuman voice replied back. “fire mission accepted, the Mechanicum serves in competence.”

Harlock glanced at his command staff and evaluated them. The security members were doing their job rather well. Evidently that hilltop had a number of hostiles upon it, in a bunker perhaps, hidden so as to attack an unwary landing force. Many of the fresh riflemen appeared dreadfully nervous as they fired upon their targets.

“Troop. Remember this feeling- the fear and the exhilaration. That is what the job is all about. Put your fears to rest, and suppress the target, but do conserve your ammunition. Steady alternating accurate rifle fire. I do not want to see long bursts wasted upon dirt.”

Harlock looked directly at Sergeant Dienes, who blinked and offered a slight shrug.

It was around this time the gunship arrived, blasting the hilltop with rocket and bolter fire.

“Now, troop!” Harlock shouted, over the din of the aircraft. “As the emperor did on Terra, we advance into contact. On me. Tech Sergeant, stay close.”

Harlock adopted a brisk jog through the mire of Kell’s Reach. The tracks left by his lieutenant were easy enough to follow. Time to find his company, Harlock thought cooly.

The party of warriors moved through the blasted terrain. On their way, Harlock’s heads up visor spotted several poorly concealed mines.

“No sweepers.” Harlock said under his breath, ticking his tongue in annoyance.

Further along, he discovered the sight of an ambush. It seemed his company had turned it around, but he counted 11 dead warriors of the 2nd Centauri, while only 4 dead Kellans remained. Awful conduct.

It was not long after that the din of rifle fire alerted Harlock and his companions to the remainder of the Company, arrayed behind light cover in a rough battle line, firing against a hidden force behind the ruins of trees.

“Tech-sergeant, the vox amp.”

Dienes handed it while breaking out his magnoculars to get a visual on the enemy as he ducked behind a mud wall.

“Cease fire on the line.”

The company did as ordered, recognizing the voice instantly.

“First Platoon, affix Bayonets!”

A sloppy thirty seconds later this was accomplished. Mentally, Harlock assigned a week of drilling to the entire company as penance.

“First platoon on me. Second and Third, watch the flanks, and await my signal!”

With that, Harlock bounded over the ruins of what was once a muddy retaining wall and dashed toward the shattered trees, first platoon in tow, lead by a certain Lieutenant Veers.

Harlock nodded at what he found; mostly nothing. In time, a trooper discovered the body of a single sniper.

Immediately he ordered the platoon fan out to search for ambushers, and grabbed Veers by the collar.

“Ive given you the Centauri 2nd’s best, crack rifle unit, and led them into an ambush, then wasted multiple engagements worth of munitions on a single sniper, you ignoramus. I’m taking the first personally. You will be attached as a rifleman under Tech Sergeant Dienes for the duration of this deployment.”

The Lieutenant stammered, then grimaced. “Fething Harlock. House Galm will never forget what you did-“

Harlock lost composure, and violently slapped Veers with the back of his hand, then signalled for a trooper to come over.

“This man is now Corporal Veers, for the duration of this deployment. Take him to Tech Sergeant Dienes, and order a general advance. Congratulate Tech Sergeant Dienes on his field promotion to acting lieutenant of my command staff.”

#post #galm were always bags of dicks #yay its Dienes #trivia: I got the name Dienes from Starship Troopers. He was the drill sergeant guy

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mypunkpansexualtwin · 7 years

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Pathfinder Campaign weeks 3, 4, and 5! Partly as one post to keep one dungeon run in one place, partly because I’m lazy and kept putting it off. Once again we had:

@theta-thoughts The Benevolent GM (^^)

@actnonsense The Kitsune Magus, Yamato Nobuyuki/Akira Kuruso (++)

@babebot The Ratfolk Alchemist, Durn (–)

@tobiyond The Tengu Rogue, Cial (~~)

and me, The Kval Barbarian, Blink Tehnk (==)

(Those little bits in the parentheses are for when I’m typing out quotes, so y’all know who’s talking. 1 for in character, 2 for OOC. Also, to my gaymers, feel free to reblog with the stuff you remember, or you liked better, or stuff I missed. It’s our game and I like seeing your thoughts too. Since these are from my perspective they get a little Blink centric.)

Week 3

^^ “Okay, Tobi wasn’t here last week, anyone wanna give him the summary of everything you found out shopping?” == “*quick and dirty rundown of everything I remembered, which I’m impressed with remembering as much as I did cause dissociation.* Plus the big stuff got added to the story tab in discord Theta left for us. I’m pretty sure I forgot something though.” ~~ ”Alright, cool.” ^^ ”No, yeah, you got it. Wanna go over it again in voice where we can all hear you or are we all good with what they wrote?” == “Uhhhhhh…..” ~~ ”Nah, we good.”

Waking up Act again, this time with the ps messenger app, feeling a little bad about it cause I’m well versed in the ways of the fucked up sleep schedule.

^^ ”Alright, so Lady Origena has summoned you four to talk about the kobold clan that’s becoming a threat to the city.” == “THAT’S what I forgot. Tobi, the kobolds are restless.” ~~ ”Thanks, Momo.”

Theta giving us the rundown on the whole situation as the NPC, asking us if we have any questions, and getting a solid 10 seconds of “Uuhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Getting to the quarry where the kobolds made their home and immediately getting into a fight. Akira/Yamato using magic match #1 to set a kobold on fire, and watching them jump off the cliff and into the lake 30 feet down.

= “Oh god durn it.” (After Durn walked out into the open, prompting that fight.) ~~ “Goddammit Momo.” == “I’m hilarious.”

Theta showing off the benefits of his newly acquired roll20 premium account and all the neato lighting effects that came with it.

++ “Okay, I cast color spray on these guys.” ^^ “Blink is standing right there.” ++ “What? He’s tiny, he should be able to duck under it. I’m casting.” ^^ “Momo, roll a will save…. Okay, you took the blast, but shake the effects off easily.” == “Oh good.”

Cial also getting a nat 20 on seeing through the “No I’m not a kitsune, we’re two different people” thing that Act has going for Yamato/Akira, but all of us agreeing to go with it anyway.

^^ “Guys, don’t split the party.”

Immediately splitting the party when Akira/Yamato takes off after a kobold that bolted but the rest of us stay to loot the ones we beat, then follow a different tunnel.

Nothing especially eventful for most of the route that Blink, Durn, and Cial took except avoiding a small pitfall trap.

Yamato/Akira’s route, on the other hand, had an ambush of like a dozen kobolds.

Switching between us and Act doing our things like some kind of action comedy sequence as we’re talking to a newly found NPC, Nighttail.

^ “Help me kill the Chief and let me take over, the rest of these guys will fall in line. You don’t need to kill everyone.” *Hard cut to Akira/Yamato literally setting fire to a group of kobolds with magic match #2.* ^ “I can get you around the traps in this area with almost no trouble.” *Cue failed stealth check as he walks into the line of fire for yet another group of kobolds* And so on and so forth.

Getting her out of the trash heap, giving her stuff back, then helping her get her pet velociraptor thing, Hack, back.

^^ “Roll knowledge nature.” *two nat 1s from Blink and Durn.* - “The fuck is a lizard?” = “Well, I think it has two legs.”

Everyone taking a moment to pet Hack.

^^ “Roll perception guys.” ~~ “Uh oh.” ^^ “You all notice you haven’t seen Akira in a while.” ++ “You don’t say.” = “Shit, we lost Fluffy.”

Hearing Act’s big fight down the tunnel fork we didn’t take before, which was a much shorter, easier trip than he had.

^ “Wait, your friend is in there? That’s the room we use to trick stupid adventurers into walking into a crossfire. It’s a complete dead end.”

The group snickering while we help wrap up the fight because the npc (and by extension, Theta) basically just called Akira/Yamato an idiot.

The repeated interaction: - “I’m gonna throw a bomb!” + “Try not to throw it at me again.” - “That was one time! I panicked! I got shot!” + “Yeah, you don’t see me with the friendly fire.” = “No, because you tried to blind me with it.” + “Listen, that is not the same.” - “Maybe I’m still dazzled by color spray, but I don’t actually see much difference.”

Seriously, some variation of that argument was had at least 3 times each session between David, Act, and me.

^ “I’m sure you’re here to free the slaves my clan has taken as well.” Yes, we are absolutely here to do that. Definitely the main reason why we came.

Getting into a fight with the kobolds keeping the human slaves penned up and killing them all. (The kobolds, not the hostages, although we did have a brief scare with a missed shot.) Blink being deeply bothered by killing the one about to surrender because that’s what happens when you’re Good.

Durn and Akira/Yamato demolishing a group of rats that came up behind us as we were getting ready to lead the people back to town. Neither Cial or Blink even had a chance to react before they were all dead.

Week 4

Going deeper into the cave system and literally dropping in on a kobold while he’s fishing. Blink charging in and hitting him in the kneecap so hard he passes out.

Cial touching things with his little crow feet. Standing on dead bodies and squishing his toes, dipping his feet into the water in the caves, at one point using his foot to save a teammate from falling into a pit, that sort of thing.

Foiling an ambush that would have dropped us into water traps with snapping turtles. Accidentally knocking one of the dead kobolds into the water and finding out that they were most definitely carnivorous snapping turtles.

Theta talking to himself to make NPCs interact. (That one is pretty much a given in every campaign.)

= “I won’t argue with y’all about killing these guys since they were grabbing slaves, but since they’ll fall in line when we get Nighttail here put in charge, I’m sticking with nonlethal until we get to Chief Dicksplat.” ^ “Hah! Yes, Chief Dicksplat!”

Blink is Tiny and can therefore occupy the same space as other creatures and it is in fact the only way he can land a melee attack. However, when using a sling, it is not recommended. For example, he might miss and accidentally almost break Durn’s kneecap. That is not hypothetical. He felt terrible.

- “It’s okay, it’ll heal. (–) And I’d be a real jerk if I kept bringing it up.” ++ “Listen.”

The party briefly splitting up again to check the room, thankfully not going very far this time.

Cial apparently being Blink’s lucky charm when it comes to finding sweet sweet loot. Or vice versa. Either way, they found the armory.

~ “The rest of you guys can take what you like, but I’m keeping the masterwork longsword and selling it.” = “I could use it, but that’s cool. Dibs on the sling bullets though. All 120 of them. Plus a backup sling cause there’s 4.”

Cial dejectedly passing the sword off to Blink cause he can use it and it’s also better than his mace, plus Cold Iron is good against demons. Blink has a thing about demons.

Returning to Yamato/Akira and Durn to find an ancient kobold on his deathbed with long-term storyline info.

Theta playing the audio for said info, someone’s mic picking it up on discord, and creating an echo which made the foreboding exposition about 10000% more fuckin foreboding. Couldn’t have planned that shit. Unfortunately it made him basically impossible to understand, but Theta kindly transcribed it into the chat too.

Durn checking a closed but unlocked room ahead of us while stealthed and finding a dead-end room full of gigantic dire rats. Immediately needing them as pets.

+ “Does he see these rats at like… puppies or something?” = “Probably more like how humans see monkeys.” + “… How the hell do humans see monkeys? I don’t think I’ve ever seen a monkey. Pretty sure any monkey back home would have been made lunch immediately.” = “Well I’ve gotten compared to little ones with mixed reactions. My guess is they usually think they’re cute judging by the fact they called me "freaky bald blue monkey thing.” + “That… doesn’t seem like a sign of affection. But I can see your point, sorta.” = “Well y'know, if they had to specify "freaky thing” they are not usually… blue and bald. With horns. And huge teeth. My impression is they’re supposed to be cute and funny. And before you get smart with me, I know that I’m very much not cute or funny.“ + "Did… did anyone else here an explosion?” (Durn was using some of his alchemy bombs.)

Half an hour later, Durn walking out with one drugged, slightly dazed, but loyal dire rat, now named Pickles. (Blink’s suggestion, made at random.)

Almost immediately walking into another crossfire booby trap.

^ “Did he just hit me with one of our bullets?”

~ “Lemme just straddle Blink here so I can line up my shot.” == “Kinky. Or it would be, if there was anything to straddle.”

Having the party drag me along by my tail after that fight so I can set up macros for my new sword in roll20 and immediately coming up against a miniboss. Who summoned skeletons. That have high resistance to piercing and slashing damage. Like a sword would do. But are weak against bludgeoning damage. Like a mace would do. Like the mace that I had just unequipped and put in my bag.

^^ “Akira, you recognize the spell she just used as a protect spell that increases her AC against good-aligned characters.” + “She cast protect good, not realizing that half of this party doesn’t give a shit and are just here for the money/adventure.” - “Hah!” ~ “Shit.” = “Oh goddammit.”

“Nighttail” reminding us that since skeletons are undead, healing hurts them. Blink using one of his potions and finally damaging the skeleton he was up against.

^^ “The sorceress uses a spell and restores the hp of her minions.” = “Well that just wasted my damn potion.”

Blink standing there basically just taking a beating so his skeleton doesn’t try and go after someone squishier.

++ “I’m gonna use my last match on her.” ^^ “Alright. Aaand…. She made the save. She pats out the fire easily and gives you a dirty look.” ++ “Well, fuck.”

The fight looking pretty grim until Nighttail and Hack charge in a second time (they missed the first time) and fucking skewer the sorceress beating our asses.

Blink basically immediately falling in love with her right there and being deeply confused and perturbed by this because this is a New Feeling he has no name for. When you spontaneously manifest fully formed and live for over a century and a half, you think you’ve got yourself figured out. New is nerve-wracking.

Cial getting dibs on her cloak of resistance, which Akira points out should have a big hole in it. GM rolls a d1 and says “nah dude, magic.”

^^ “Alright it’s late enough I’m not gonna add up all your experience for this run, but I know you all were really close to leveling so go ahead and start working on that and if you guys want we can roll for your next magic items.”

Blink got a Saddle of Transformation, which turns any creature you put it on into a horse, and the wearer can’t take it off by themself. Yes, it works on humanoids.

Durn got a Preservative Jar. “Anything placed in this jar enters stasis. Cannot hold anything bigger than a toad. Currently holds a toad.”

Akira/Yamato got a Seed of Moon Ice. If dropped in a body of water, will “freeze” an area up to 20’ diameter. If swallowed, you die. If touched, save or die. Leaves awesomely frozen corpses that are not cold to the touch and never thaw.

Can’t remember for the life of me if Cial got one this run or what it was, but last time he got the Wand of Necromantic Cooking, which can enchant a corpse or cut of meat to cut, prepare, marinate, and cook itself. A slaughtered pig will seek out gravy to roll around in. Sausages will jump into the saucepan, and then seek out your plate when cooked. Which sounds awesome, I’d love that in real life.

Week 5

Late start by a few hours, partly due to scheduling, partly because I was the only good little cookie who actually did their dang leveling. (Admittedly I did that mostly because I didn’t wanna forget to do all the stuff I needed to switch over to the Titan Mauler archetype. When you’re Tiny, it pays to have bonuses against enemies bigger than you, because that’s pretty much everything we fight.)

While doing my changes, I double checked my weapon damage types. Apparently there were four slings for a reason. At least we know that for the next time we run into skeleleletons.

== “I already did my character stuff, Theta, do I get a sticker?” ^^ “Yes.” == “Yaaayyyy, stickers!”

Akira/Yamato getting to level 3, meaning he gets his black blade, which is a sentient sword that’ll get more powerful and more full of itself as he levels. This took the form of a cane sword that he found in the base of the statue that the miniboss was praying at before she was so rudely impaled interrupted.

^^ “…And reflects the user’s personality.” == “What? No, I’m a cane not a sword, that’s the other guy. Frankly I’m insulted you’d even insinuate such a thing.” ++ “I… well shit. Yeah.”

Akira growing a second tail. The meaty crunching noise described was gross and disturbing.

~ “Should you be picking up the sword that came out of the statue that the evil sorceress was praying to?” + “Pshh, it’ll be fine. It’s calling to me, I’m pretty sure I’m supposed to have this.” == “In pathfinder game, sword seduce you.”

Finding the Guards of the Future, which initially intrigued us because Durn failed his stealth check and they didn’t immediately attack us.

The literal squealing in delight from me, Tobi, and David when a kobold baby darted out from behind the guards and hugged Durn, making him very homesick for his own siblings. (Admittedly the squealing was mostly me, and I’m counting it all as “in character” especially cause babies are a novelty for Blink.)

The guards warning us about a nasty trap up ahead in return for us leaving the babies alone. Seriously, this trap would have shredded us in a ball of fiery death. Instead, Durn disarmed it and we each got 3 flasks of Alchemist’s Fire.

Promptly using that fire on a handful of guards between us and the dungeon boss and setting like 4 of them on fire. It was nice that we were the ones who got to make the dramatic entrance for once.

Another instance where Theta played dialog from a character and the echo made it super foreboding, but also almost completely unintelligible. Thankfully another transcription was provided.

== “Alright, I’m gonna use my detect evil spell-like, cause I get bonuses against evil characters.” ^^ “Every enemy in this room is Lawful Evil.” == “Yessssss. I’m gonna rage too, these guys are fucked.

Killing the guards that were on fire before the fire actually had a chance to do any damage.

Cial squishing his toes in burnt corpse.

Chief Roaghaz making illusion clones of himself, and me having the idea to ask if my detect evil would still show him or if all of them counted. Didn’t work, but it was a solid plan.

Blink yelling his permission to Durn to throw another flask of Alchemist’s Fire at the swarm of boss. That Blink was standing directly under.

- “You sure?” = “Do it!” ^^ “Roll a reflex save, Momo… You dodge it and take no damage.” = “Fuck yeah!” ^^ “And three of the illusions disappear.”

Blink having the time of his damn life because of the rage, killing evil, and dodging friendly fire entirely unscathed for the second time that day. Less pleased about missing all his attacks of opportunity. (And I didn’t make any jokes about missed opportunities. Which feels like exactly that.)

^^ “Roaghaz’s teeth grow to immense size and he tries to take a bite out of Nighttail. He really seems to have it in for her.” - “He’s a vampire!” ^^ “No, it was all his teeth that grew, not just the two.” – “Oh.”

Continuing to beat on Chief Dicksplat and wondering more than once how many hit points does this asshole have?

Theta talking to himself some more to make Nighttail and Roaghaz argue with each other while they fought.

Act (Akira/Yamato) using up his hero points to finally just fucking kill the bastard.

Finally just fucking killing the bastard.

The Guards of the Future coming in after the fight, relieved to find Chief Dicksplat dead and satisfied to put Nighttail in charge. Babby kobold happy to see Durn again.

= “Well I was gonna butcher this guy here to add to my rations, but there’s guards and a kid here, so I don’t think I’m comfortable with that anymore.” ^^ “The guards usher the child back to her room and Nighttail follows them to go and get things sorted out.” == “Thank you.” ~ “I can use my wand if you want, he’ll butcher himself.” = “Nah, I’m good. This is my favorite part.” (Kval can eat pretty much anything and Evil is especially tasty.)

Getting like two rations’ worth of meat off of him while the others search his stuff, and finding dragon’s scales among his things. Definitely not foreshadowing.

Divvying up the Chief’s stuff between us, but Blink not really paying attention besides the cash because he didn’t really have anything he wanted. Akira/Yamato got a scroll to add to his permanent spellbook though, so that was cool. Basically an upgraded version of color spray, less thrilled about that.

Getting back to Lady Origena to explain the whole situation and ending up kinda babbling over each other. She’s not convinced until Cial steps in and explains in a concise manner that none of the rest of us were able to.

Akira/Yamato going back to talk with Bassy, the gnome woman from week 2 to regale her with the story, and the rest of us stocking up for our next adventure.

And that session wrapped up Chapter 1 of the long-term campaign. We did more for Week 5, but I’m gonna make that the beginning of next week’s post for the sake of keeping the next dungeon together.

#pathfinder gayme #answers to questions nobody asked #the murder #smiles #long post #good god this is the longest one yet #it's looking like cial is gonna be blink's first real friend outside his clan #some of these lifted straight from the text chat #although most of it is actually voice through discord

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gaileon · 7 years

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♚ ooc | wrote a gaiden drabble since my current self-assignment was to learn to write flash fiction, and i need to post it somewhere for formatting purposes. it’s not very good ?? being a first draft and all that, but w/e -- i’ll warn that it’s not very alm-centric either ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

it’s kinda just angst about my fav boy kliff ( starting to use the officially localized names now btw !! slowly but surely, )

to spare y’all since it’s long, it’s under the cut except the first part of it

❝ Weeell, alright then, I'll go with ya. But if I get in trouble you've gotta help me out. We're not like you. We're not good at fighting yet, y'know. ❞

— ❝ How's learning magic? ❞

Alm dropped himself into a makeshift seat amongst blades of grass, the plains a little walk away from the inn that he and his rag tag group of soldiers had checked into just a few hours ago. He began to slip off his boots, allowing his toes to truly feel the earth not only below them but in between as well.

Kliff looked at him curiously, catching his breath and clenching his fist. It was only right to answer a direct question from one's commander, but his voice was caught in his throat. Like a child caught stealing a little extra before a meal was served properly, the mage averted his gaze, letting it fall upon the landscape but not truly appreciate it.

❝ It's hard to think that you would be casting spells when all our lives we were training with pointed swords in the village, huh? ❞

Alm's voice spoke again; Kliff knew from this that he was obligated to say something -- muster up the courage and string together cohesive syllables.

❝ Hey, Alm, why'dya tell that lady to teach me how to use magic? You... didn't think I was too... -- lagging behind y'all? ❞

Although he was interrogating his old friend, Kliff could feel his breath hitch. A part of him was screaming out for Alm to stand up again so that he would not be looming over his superior, but no additional words spilled out of his mouth.

❝ You requested at the start of this that I help you should you find yourself in trouble, but it was in trade that you accompany me. ❞

❝ And I am. ❞

❝ Of course. I wouldn't have left that village without you, you know. But you need to help cover my back too, Kliff. I want you to grow before my eyes can't believe it anymore -- to a point where Tobin and Gray won't recognize you as who you once were, cause I believe in your strength. Don't you? ❞

Did he believe in his own strength? Kliff gulped, uncertain how to answer. He knew the answer was supposed to be ‘ yes, ’ but he also knew his heart ought to align with whatever projected from his lips. He picked at the edge of his gloves -- a gift that came with his promotion.

❝ I believe in you, Sir. ❞

❝ None of this ‘ sir ’ stuff, you hear me? We'll be equals on the battlefields one day, Kliff; I know it. Now, c'mon, sit with me? ❞

Fortnights passed, and though he had begun to shine in battles the way his commander had said he would, Kliff still shook in every skirmish they entered. The last fight had went well enough, though the ambush had come with the element of surprise, and the mage had suffered more wounds than usual. He and his company had borrowed the house of a nearby village to rest their feet, and Kliff found himself in the company of the cleric Silque.

They rarely spoke, both too timid to utter a word, and a silent agreement came instead. As her fingers pressed to a gash on his side, the only sounds to fill the room were the pulse of her magic and a wince of pain stifled by clenched teeth.

As the light from her literal healing hands died, he could feel his wound close and a relief washed over him after that initial spike of discomfort. Seeing his expression soften, Silque drew back a few paces, catching her breath.

Kliff looked back to Silque but she was quick to take her leave, going to another room to attend to another of their peers who had been struck in the past fight. However, he replayed those moments they shared in his mind, witnessing the twinge of distress on her countenance as she mended his wound the only way she had been taught.

When their next meal came, he had made sure to sit down adjacent to her and add two words to their history: ❝ Thank you. ❞

With every battle came newly gained experience, and with new experience came little ounces of courage that allowed him to reach out and learn of new spells -- ones that had been too strong in the past for him to fathom using.

Although sorcery in itself always gave a pretty sight, watching the elements be created from nothing, those wisps of flames and those bolts of lightning, he had come to understand, did not, in fact, come from nothing. The world offered no free gifts. To cast a spell, one must sacrifice a fraction of personal health first. The phrase ‘ no pain, no gain ’ suddenly obtained true meaning beyond its use of motivation through hard times in training; it became his new code as a mage --

-- a code to live by even if it meant living itself was a second thought.

When the war itself was over, the bloodshed placed behind everyone in favor of the reconstruction of the two involved nations now merged, Kliff watched as everyone split ways. Over the next month or so, he would receive invitations to weddings now that couples did not have to worry about fighting and he would give congratulations to the men who were sworn to the military from their heart -- the ones who were born to command and given command of training recruits or of vigilante groups.

But where did he himself go?

His childhood filled with sword fighting with his neighbors, he no longer remembered how to wield a blade and his practice buddies were too preoccupied with other affairs. Whether they be caught in infatuation or if they be Alm tied down by duty to running a country post-war, it was clear he himself was swept aside.

When the battles were done with, his growth as a powerful mage lost its meaning, and he could not pick up a pen and adequately write for the state. He could no longer support his commander if he no longer wished to lead him as a general but rather a monarch, so there was little left to do.

The retired mage said farewell to the newly appointed king, and he then vanished. He had learned of a spell beyond any soldier's comprehension, he understood what he could do. Where many of his like peers had stopped casting magic so that they could lead normal, peaceful lives, Kliff decided the only next progression was to learn something so powerful that he would have never attempted it whilst still in service.

He had never stopped shaking -- not until he had made that last trade of his health.

#// wtf do i tag this as ....... since it's a drabble ......#// but it's not for like anyone in particular or any meme ..... help #♚ | ooc.#long post --#fe2 spoilers //#suicide implication tw --#// OH ALSO SUPER BASED ON MY OWN FILE ... since i always make kliff a mage lmao

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