#<- you guys don't know him he's the gnoll

[avephelis]

doodle dump since i'm back from getting milk

[fistfuloftarenths]

rugan headcanons

he knows the importance of maintaining his kit. patched the elbows on that shirt himself in tiny neat stitches. boots are always waxed and oiled. will invest in good socks. will tell other people to invest in good socks.

still salty he was wearing the patched shirt when they were attacked though. was saving a nicer one that matched his hose one for later when he getting a pint at waukeen's rest and now it's going to rot on a wagon if some bastard doesn't find it first.

he can cook if you want something hot and filling that sticks to your ribs. capable, not inspired. will take pot-shots at rabbits and the like during the day to add them to the pot. encourages olly to do the same. fresh meat on a caravan trip is always welcome and it keeps his eye in.

but he's pro at making a fire. even in heavy weather. needs his brew-up, hot and bitter.

has looked after many new lads and lasses on the road. sees all their young faces come and go. sighs and closes the eyelids of some of them, the unlucky ones or ones that don't listen. zhent caravans don't get the respect they used to.

can walk into nearly any pub in the south of the sword coast and know a guy. for that matter, nearly always knows a guy or knows a guy that knows a guy. been black network for decades. got a lot of favours owed if he comes to collect.

not originally from baldur's gate. grew up in a family with too many mouths and not enough coin. joined the black network to travel. back home, his accent is right out of the gutters. sneered at. he's still surprised how well it helps him pull in the gate. grateful, mind you.

relationships are (mostly) transactional. got an accommodating widow in elturel that finds it useful to have a zhent lover to keep her husband's family out of her business. not in any danger of loving her. glad she makes it out of avernus alive.

softer than is convenient for him, sometimes. seen so many youngsters come and go, and it still cuts him up when olly dies. the lad was a likely one. listened. kept his head while he was scared. just had to try and be a hero.

for all his lines about 'help's a long way from here' and 'anyone who is stupid enough to attack a pack of gnolls' he's not lying when he says you're a sweet sight. he's not a hero and doesn't want to be - you can be old or bold, but not both - but he'll be buggered if he doesn't appreciate them in a tight spot. especially ones that look like tav.

no contempt like lae'zel's for wyll there. just relief and gratitude. especially if olly lives.

but is a survivor above all. doesn't trust easily, or lightly. won't tread on you to lift himself up, but will sell you out rather than take the hit for you. not many people have valued his skin over theirs, and he'll return the favour.

mostly swears by the black hand but banite by custom rather than by faith. too aware of rich fuckers screwing over people like him to be entirely on board with the banite agenda.

cyric, though. some people could do with a bit more strife, he reckons.

is likely to invoke tymora on the downlow. rugan's lucky. he's still alive, so he's lucky. flips her a tarenth or few when he's got them spare. mostly after a good round of cards.

hates boats. can put up with a river barge if there's a card game going. avoids the sea like he gave a wavemother priestess the pox. likes being a caravan guard. good at it. likes travelling, seeing more of faerun than he thought he'd ever do growning up in the slums.

prefers mules to oxen and not just because they're faster. mules aren't shy about their opinions. he respects that. can order drinks and food in more languages than you'd think. sure it's the caravan agent's job, but he'll be damned if he's that reliant on a bookkeeper. especially if it's on the bookkeeper's tab.

[empressofthelibrary]

🌲, 🌿, 🌾, 🌸 and 🌻 all for my best girl, Drina :D

🌲 What is the kindest thing your OC has ever done for someone? What is the kindest thing someone has ever done for them? On the flip side, what is the worst thing your OC has done to another person?

Hmmm... I think... I think the kindest things Drina has ever done are the things she does just. without thinking about it. because that's what you do.

Rounding up two little tiefling boys, then a quiet awakened zombie, and then a very frightened gnoll, and giving them all a good meal, a blanket, and a warm bed when she could. Making them family.

The kindest thing that's been done for her... Is pretty much the same. The Hammerhearths taking her in, and then Orn helping her find her way out of the grief when she lost them. Ideal and Margo signing on to help her take down Arthas in that one timeline, and then them still choosing to be her brothers when they reunite much later in the "main" timeline.

The worst thing Drina's ever done... I don't know. I didn't get to see a lot of the aftereffects of her mistakes in the game, unfortunately. I think... Hm. I think, when she was a kid, she had an opportunity to share her night's shelter with another street urchin. A kid who was bigger and stronger than she was, but wasn't trying to oust her... Yet. No, they offered an alliance -- two heads together, watching eachother's backs.

It was a gamble, trusting someone. She'd lost shelters that way before -- older street rats sweet-talking her into letting them in, before they turned around and stole what little she had, leaving her out in the cold. She decided not to take the risk, and told the kid to find somewhere else to shelter -- They were older, and bigger. They'd be fine.

...Two days later, she saw the kid getting hauled away by the city guard for stealing. And the guards weren't being nice about it, either. The kid made brief eye contact, just long enough to give Drina an understanding smile -- he got it. He didn't hold it against her. He understood.

Years later, she still thinks about that boy. Wishes she'd let him in, brought him in to stay with Mama Ferga at the inn. She promised herself she'd never let it happen again.

🌿 What is something true about your OC that they refuse to admit about themselves? Is there any reason to this besides embarassment?

Hmm. Drina struggled a long time with admitting that she was in a leadership position in her adventuring party. This was mostly due to a lack of confidence, which was also part of why she didn't want to admit she'd gone and fallen in love with the party's rogue. There was a lot of complicated stuff there, including Drina's fear of vulnerability, and her own lack of understanding of emotions -- both her own and other people's. I wish we'd gotten the chance to play it all out, but the world is what it is. That same kind of thing was repeated in the timeline with Molly, where Drina didn't want to presume anything, but came to terms with the fact that she had adopted Molly as a daughter, and been adopted as Mama in return.

🌾 What would your OC be like if they were evil. Or if they’re already evil what would they be like as the good guy?

Oh my god, Drina is a woman who is absolutely ruthless when she's angry. She came real damn close to being a villain, in fact, in her need for revenge against Arthas. In the version of events that lives in my brain, it was the party (and Damian) that pulled her out of that mindset and grounded her again. But Drina is... She's fall. Warm campfires and harvest season and s'mores and ghost stories. But she's also storms and frost and clouded skies and bare trees.

Drina, as a villain, is vengeful. Singleminded. Cold. Focused on the total annihilation of whoever invoked her fury. You can't stop her any more than you can stop the turning of the seasons. She won't rest until she's made her enemies pay.

🌸 What would your OC do if they were given god-like powers or the ability to change anything about the world for a whole day?

"...I get to be a god? For an entire day?" Drina laughs. "Okay, first of all -- No more children go hungry or cold. There's a million people out there who wanna be parents, and a million kids out there who need 'em. Let's match them up. Second of all, let's get the Forsaken who want to be human again back to that, and stabilize the ones who don't. Third, I'm calling a permanent end to this stupid war -- No no no, you said I got to be a god for the whole day. You sit back down. Have some soup."

🌻 What advice would your OC give to their younger self? What advice does your OC need now?

Drina, nine years old, cold and frightened, stares up at this warrior. She carries herself with easy grace, her copper hair streaked with gray and twisted into complicated braids that wind around her head and fall down her back in a single heavy plait. There's nicks in her ears -- two in one side, one in the other. She's strong, she has to be. Her arms are well-muscled despite her age, and she's got the kind of softness to her that comes from eating well. She wears a simple apron dress, fixed with two large clasps on the straps and decorated with embroidery and trim. It's some kind of nice, sturdy wool, too. Warm and heavy -- nothing too fine for work, but miles better than the thin, ill-fitting clothes Drina stole off a washing line.

This must be the Lady of some House, a Hero like in the stories she vaguely recalls her nannies telling her, the stories she tries to hear again when she sneaks up to the window of the schoolhouse.

The woman kneels in front of Drina -- tiny, grubby Drina -- and kisses her on the forehead. Her hands stroke Drina's dirty, tangled hair and wipe the tears from her eyes.

"It's gonna be alright, little lamb." The woman pulls Drina in for a hug. "I wish I could take you with me, but the magic won't allow it. You'll just have to trust me -- and I know how hard that is right now. But if you take it one day at a time, one hour at a time if you have to, it'll be alright. Head down towards the Merchants' Quarter, when you can. You'll have better luck there than here in the Mages' District."

And just like that, the woman disappears. Left in her wake is the smell of cinnamon and petrichor, the warmth of a campfire.

--

Back in the kitchen of the New Hammerhearth Inn, Drina sinks into a chair that Ideal had waiting for her. Margo passes her a mug of mulled wine, and Molly lays a blanket over her shoulders. Blitz, ever the therapy dog, lays her giant white head in her ranger's lap.

"Did we fix it?" Drina looks to her little brothers. "Did we close the loop?"

Ideal shrugs. "Well, we're all still here. I think that says a lot."

Drina sips from the mug. "...I wish I could do something more useful than just... Maintain what happened. I want to keep you guys from going through everything you went through. I want to fix things. For all of us."

Margo shakes his head, ghostly white hair still floating in a cloud. "If all of that hadn't happened, Drina, then we wouldn't be here in your kitchen, would we?" He bites into a fruit pie, continuing with his mouth full. "An' I wouldn' be ea'ing thish tas'ee foob."

Drina laughs, pretending not to see as Margo slides another pie up his sleeve. She hears the words under what's spoken -- Focus on what we have, not what could have been. I love you and I'm glad you're my sister. "...Right. Can't take spices out of the stew, after all."

"Exachly." Margo nods, shoving the rest of the pie in his mouth.

"Save some for the rest of us, you greedy little twerp." Ideal reaches over Margo's head to grab a pastry off the platter. There's no anger in his voice, just the exasperation of a loving brother.

"I can make more," Drina insists. "If Blitz'll move, that is. Scooch, ya lump! Molly-lamb, do you want to learn your Grunkle Farrus' dessert recipes? I think there's some less-sweet ones you'll enjoy..."

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 08 - Sudden

Length: 1800 words Vore type: Oral vore, unwilling prey, M/F, M/M Fandom: D&D Other info: kobold/human, kobold/elf, digestion, fast digestion, smaller pred Summary: How does a little kobold eat adventurers over twice his size? Very quickly, and they don't last long. Apparently eating is a free action.

Saverin wiped the gnoll blood off of his sword, but kept it out - until he and the others knew they'd found a safe room, it was dangerous to let his guard down so completely. Somewhat luckily, one of the gnolls had gotten blasted through the next door by one of Viera's spells. Saverin stashed his rag and raised his shield as he stepped through the stone-lined doorway.

The group passed through the hallway relatively uneventfully. Garren froze a giant rat that even Elise hadn't seen with their breath; Severin was inclined to think it would've left them alone, but he knew better than to argue with their scaly cleric over their hatred of rodents. And then there was another door, this one intact. Elise slipped past the rest of the group to fiddle with the lock, and with a quick click, she soon pushed it open before retreating behind Saverin's guard.

The room was mostly empty, save for a table with a half-finished game of Solitaire, a few scattered chairs, a visibly empty chest, and a single kobold leaning against a door and spinning a fork in his hands. The kobold in question was better-equipped than Saverin expected of his species, with half a metal helmet over the upper half of his face, a few spiked rings affixed to his tail, and a pair of leather shoes that somehow fit his lizardy feet. Saverin had taken only a couple steps in when the kobold looked up and tossed the fork onto the table. "Oh, you guys made good time. You can't go through, by the way. Dragon says no."

Garren started to say, "does she know that we only seek-" but was swiftly cut off by their other magic-user.

"Well, your dragon's about to learn otherwise! Now stand aside, or I'll be opening that door with your corpse!" The red gem on Viera's staff glowed, menacing.

"She's said she has no patience for more slayers, and granted me speed to fulfill her will," the kobold countered, with no worry in his voice, "so… leave. Or stay here forever, but you aren't going in."

A magical incantation in an equally magical language spilled forth from Viera's lips, and a ball of fire shot from her staff, scorching a decent area around him. A quick glance to the side, and Saverin saw Garren murmur a quick prayer; they couldn't stop their fellows from killing creatures who weren't even defending themselves, but they could at least seek forgiveness on their behalf. Saverin wasn't a religious man, himself, but he understood their plight-

Just then, a strange, muffled shout pulled his and Garren's focus from the scorched and wrecked door. The kobold was just past where Viera had casted from, but their mage was nowhere to be seen - well, that wasn't entirely true; the diminutive lizard rested on a massive gut, scales stretched beyond reasonable to accommodate something over twice his size, even curled up tight. His tail swished slowly, and with arms crossed, the kobold looked out of his helmet at the remaining trio. "Okay. Let's try this again. You can't go in, so leave. Once you do, and this troublemaker apologizes, I'll let-"

Elise struck from the shadows, seeming more like a trick of the light than an elf. "Now, when it can't move!" she shouted, driving her daggers towards the kobold's bloated gut, an easy target.

At least, it would have been, had the kobold not landed a solid kick on her, sending her flying into a wall with a crash that surprised Saverin with its lack of sound. The swordsman tore his eyes away from the horrid scene to the door, or rather where the door used to be. Slowly, he started to creep towards it, though morbid curiosity kept him staring at what the kobold was doing.

At the moment, the kobold was hissing, annoyed. "Look, if you really want to try this, I'd better just…" He rolled back, landing on his feet, and stretched. An awful gurgling and growling echoed in the small, stone room, immediately joined by Viera's screaming. Loud cracking and snapping ensued as, before their very eyes, the lumpy bulk of the kobold's stretched stomach grew rapidly both less lumpy and less bulky, shrinking into a noticeable but much more normal-looking gut. He thumped his chest with his fist a couple times, then opened his scaly jaws to let out a truly massive belch, ridding himself of even that amount of bloat. Saverin figured that, if he'd been next to that monster, his ears would be ringing, and that may be the least of his problems. A wisp of red, magical flame issued from the predator's maw, the only sign that Viera had even been in the room.

"Now then, you wanted to fight?" the lizard challenged, glancing around the room. Elise had once again melted back into the shadows, and it seemed that, for all his speed, the kobold's eyes were normal. Saverin shuffled a little closer to the door, over halfway there…

A pair of knives flew at the kobold from behind; it was only then that Saverin managed to spot the shadowy elf. But only for a moment; the swordsman only barely registered the clatter of metal on stone after a blur of scales seemed to instantly transform the sinewy, stealthy assassin into a much more compact, scaly mass hanging off of the kobold's midsection. This time, he leaned one hand against the wall and put his other hand on his hip, more addressing Elise than the rest of- than Saverin and Garren.

"Really, this could have not happened if you just left, or even didn't atta- AGH, OW!" He stumbled, supporting himself on his oversized gut, and gritted his sharp teeth, muttering curses in Draconic that surely made Garren blush through their scales. "Grraah, you wanna fight like a rat, I'll treat you like one!"

Blanching, Saverin turned and ran; it didn't stop him from hearing Elise's cry cut off, or the sickening crunch of bones shattered even before melting, but he at least didn't have to see it, and maybe he could be around the corner and out of the kobold's-

The next thing Saverin saw was a set of small, but very hungry-looking draconic jaws opened unreasonably wide right in front of his face. He grunted, more from discomfort than pain, as his arms and legs were forced to immediately curl up against him; it even took a couple seconds to realize that he couldn't see anything, and that he'd gone from a cool, slightly damp cave system to a hot, humid, and wet…

Kobold stomach.

Saverin tried to reach for his sword, but it had been either knocked away or was trapped against him where he couldn't reach. Fear gripped him in the deadly, acrid chamber as he realized his hands had already started to tingle, and he desperately hoped it was just a lack of circulation, rather than the kobold doing… well, he didn't want to think about it. To make matters worse, the deadly lizard let out a short laugh over his doom. "Ha! Using your own allies as bait to sneak by? Devious, but my mistress's boons are stronger. Will you finally agree to just leave? I'm running out of lessons to give, not that I mind."

"We aren't here to kill her!" Garren's voice was muffled just as Viera's and Elise's voices had been, but this time Saverin was on the other side of things. "She has twenty-three overdue library books and we're asking for them back! Ideally with the fine, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there."

The kobold is worryingly quiet for a few seconds; Saverin couldn't decide if he wanted this ordeal to hurry up or never reach its inevitable conclusion. Eventually, though, he spoke up, "why didn't the other three say anything?"

"After the giant rats, the slimes, and the gnolls, even I didn't expect you to actually speak."

"Oh. That's… I'm not sorry - those two tried to kill me - but I wish it hadn't happened."

Saverin struggled around, pressing out from within his fleshy prison. "Hey! You can let me out now!"

More silence, save for the disquieting gurgle of his captor's guts shifting around. "Uhh… surely this can be done with just one person? And I'll just… keep him until you get back, just in case you secretly plan to try to kill my mistress! It'll be twice as hard with only one person!"

Even through the kobold's belly and scales, Saverin heard Garren's sigh. "KOBOLD," they said, with a severity to their voice. The rest of their words was in Draconic, so the trapped swordsman could only hope the cleric knew what they were doing.

"Y- of course, O Dragon," the kobold said, in a much shakier voice than before. And then, he moved.

Saverin had to squint his eyes against the instant re-existince of light. He coughed and sputtered, getting the stale and sharp air out from his lungs and the kobold drool and stomach juices from his mouth. Shakily, he stood and shambled over to his dropped sword, immediately sheathing it just in case the kobold thought it a good excuse. And speaking of the kobold, the swordsman turned to see him kneeling on the floor before Garren. Saverin did his best to shake off his wet clothes and armor, then turned to the cleric, himself. "Uh… thanks, Garren. I'm pretty sure you just saved my life."

Garren awkwardly rubbed their neck. "Don't mention it, please. I panicked. I should've talked him out of it, rather than…" they trailed off, then gestured to the deferent kobold. "Anyway, are you well enough to continue? We can rest here, if you need time."

Saverin shook his head. "I can go. The sooner I get a proper bath and a proper bed, the better." Rolling his shoulders, he continued on through the doorway, and Garren followed soon after.

"When you return, may I eat him again?" the kobold called out to them, "I'll let him go, I swear!"

Saverin heard Garren's footsteps stop, and turned to see them thinking for longer than he'd like, settling on "only by his permission, and ending by the earlier of his or my request."

"Thank you, O Dragon! Good luck on your quest!"

As they walked down the final stretch to the dragon's chambers, Saverin shot the cleric a glare, to which they meekly shrugged. "I… don't like telling them outright no. So you get to. Sorry." A sudden weight came to their scaly features, and they let out a deep sigh. "When next we rest, I will perform rites in memoriam of Elise and Viera."

Saverin grumbled. "This would never have happened if the damned dragon - no offense - just read her stupid mail."

[crossdressingdeath]

Scratch: Keep moving, stranger. Quietly. Kyvir: What happened here? Scratch: I told you to go! Kyvir: [PERCEPTION] Peer at his collar. Narrator: *You see a name etched into the leather - 'Scratch'.* Kyvir: [PERSUASION] I'm not an enemy, I promise. Scratch: Hm. There's death in your scent, but not in your words. Still, you should go. My friend is injured. He needs rest. Kyvir: I don't think he's going to wake up. Scratch: Of course he will. And then we'll return home. Kyvir: What happened to your friend, exactly? Scratch: We were attacked. Cackling, furry things on two legs. And their smell... it was strange. Rotten. Evil. Narrator: Intelligence (Nature): *You know the creatures he describes - gnolls.* Kyvir: Come on, you can travel with me if you like. Scratch: No. I won't leave him. Kyvir: If he doesn't wake up, follow my scent. I have a camp. Scratch: If it comes to that... I may. Thank you.

It's so nice playing a character who can talk to Scratch. Very curious about the "There's death in your scent, but not in your words" line, though. Is that just because we've been fighting today, or is it a Durge thing? It would be fascinating if it's a Durge thing, that would suggest that animals can sense that something is off about Durge. It's also very fun passing the nature check to figure out that Scratch is talking about gnolls with Durge given their fondness for the things.

Poor Scratch, though. He just wants his friend to be okay! He knows the guy's dead, but he has to wait until there's no way of doubting that that's the case before he can leave. Poor, poor puppy. At least he gets a good life with the party after this.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Because I believe that Sceleritas Fel hates the chosen for all in some way contributing to his sweet master being diposed (Kethric for always planning to allow Orin to take their place, Gortash for the events that lead to the Prayer for Forgiveness and Orin for being the defective Bhallspawn that dared to try and murder his sweet master) I believe that there is so much opportunity for fuckery in ACT 2 at Moonrise Towers.

Like, I'm still on my first durge playthrough and I'm doing a redemption playthrough so I'm not sure what happens if you kill Isobel, however I think it's not a jump to say Fel wants durge to kill Isobel partly to get back at Kethric.

And I just think Sceleritas Fel telling the Dark Urge "BTW sweet master, you know this guy! Pretty well in fact! He helped cover up your attempted murder and was complicit," because I think it'd add interesting angst and dialogue choices, "so anyway moving on, do you want to know some stuff about him that when you see him again is going to make him shit himself?"

With BG3 being a role player game I understand that stuff like the party planning what they'll do how they'll attack and will they pretend or so forth happens 'off screen' and is more implied than anything since you control the companions whilst in combat. But also given the dialogue choices give approval and disapproval points I'm just saying sometimes the durge/tav deviates from what they're SUPPOSED to be saying and I think that added onto my idea of Sceleritas Fel telling the Dark Urge about Thorm adds brilliant opportunity for something like this:

Party enters the tower -> Durge greets ppl like they're new but enters the kitchens for the Gnolls bc Fel mentioned them -> ppl/Gnolls in the kitchen think Durge is back. They do not correct this. The whole Party is confused. -> enters throne room. Goblin cutscene plays out.

"Why don't we let our new friend decide?" Says Kethric.

Only for the most devious, most 'oh there are far too many teeth in that maw, but more teeth makes it easier to kill doesn't it?' Smile to crack across their face and they look not dissimilar to the few times the party has seen the Dark Urge lose themselves in the throes of battle, when the amnesiac companion who (if we take this as a redemption durge) is repulsed by themselves after awakening, can't quite tell who or what they really are once they have blood beneath their nails. And the party go 'oh shit' bc has the center of the absolute taken hold of that urge? But wait... Kethric Thorm has lost his composure, if only for a second. That smile MEANS SOMETHING to the man.

And so the Dark Urge continues, "New friend? Old Bones changes his friends as often as his goddesses'."

(Gonna be honest, Old Bones as a nockname comes from no Saint without audience on AO3, by Ikarons who's portrayal of the Dark Urge kind of rewrite my brain abt pre tadpole Dark Urge and durge in general)

And it shakes Kethric. Because the Bhallspawn speaks like they KNOW him, but they shouldn't... and yet they were the first True Soul, the first independent and a master of the Elderbrain so perhaps even she has her favourites. The Bhallspawn seems to always be a favourite child. And if the Bhallspawn knows him, has collected true soul allies who knows what their plans on? Perhaps it would be best to let this play out; to not alert Gortash (who may foil the plan, who may make the Bhallspawn falter yet again) and Orin (who he would not be opposed to watching be ripped apart by her kin.) just yet.

Perhaps it would be fair to see what the favourite child of Bhall is like now that they seemingly have kept companions alive and loyal without them baring thr crazed marks of Bhalls butchers?

"Of course, how could I forget the butcher? Now, friend, your decision?"

(Meanwhile the party is in utter disarray bc wtf is happening. Which at the next long rest/trio back to camp could trigger a scene where you reveal the existence of Sceleritas Fel and that he has revealed some information about Kethric but only that which you knew BEFORE, refusing to allaborate on how you knew then.

[cutie-shouta]

Chapter .22 Too Close To Home

After the events of the cyclops fight the band of adventurers would make their way to a guild to ensure the safety of their party and the supplies which was returned safely along with the animals however the situation was handled there was still the aftermath of what the cyclops did so the outpost would begin to rebuild now with the cyclops out of the picture

Aless: you know?? We should visit the elven kingdom sometime??

Yuka: eh?? You kidding we go back there Nova's father is gonna rip her throat out for even leaving?? Doesn't help he doesn't much like me due to convincing her mother to let her have some freedom I mean come on who wouldn't want this??

Munchkin: I-I would like to go there..?

Yuka: hm..? Well maybe I can have a spot for you little buddy

Yuka would run her hands through the fur on his head and with a bright smile he would give her a soft nod

Kratos: what's all this talk about the elven kingdom??

Yuka: these two idiots wanna go see it??

Munchkin: hey!!

Yuka: I'm only kidding dear

She smiled towards munchkin to see Nova come approaching with a large tray of food for the group and setting it on the table

Nova: I say we don't go home

Nova would give a laugh along with Yuka who spoke immediately after

Yuka: I think it would lead to a more positive outcome for the party's relations with other places??

Aless: so long as we don't go to Alexandrian we should be fine?? Well you three should be fine

Munchkin: isn't that the place with that mean queen??

Yuka: yes it is munchkin but don't worry she won't be involved in any of our adventures

Nova: well I could make an exception to going there..? So long as my dad isn't around

Kratos: what's wrong with him??

Nova: oh he despises humans with his whole soul

Aless: ah a racist??

Yuka: alright can you not say that around me you dumbass?? You know I work for the guy

She would smack Aless against the chest and begin to eat the meal before them in which they would spend about a whole hour just enjoying and drinking at the guild as time went on Yuka would soon make a suggestion

Yuka: how about this?? We take you three to the elven kingdom? And in return you can take us somewhere of human culture?? Hmmm??

Aless: I'd be down for that offer??

Nova: well..?

Nova would look towards Kratos would just have a sigh and scoffed at the idea

Kratos: sure.

Nova would smile and give Kratos a soft hug before jumping from her seat and retrieving her things as did the rest of the party and they'd make their way off to the elven kingdom however after the long trip on their mounts they would come to a stop to see the illusionary barrier for the elven kingdom was gone

Nova: oh no..?? Mom!?! Dad!?!

Nova would go rushing ahead of everyone as Yuka would go rushing behind trying to keep her from getting herself killed however upon entering the kingdom it was all in disaster, destruction, and more rushing their way up to the castle gates only to see the gates were blown off its walls and left laying within the castle's entrance as she rushed her way to the throne room she would find massacred guards, and warriors in the throne room however she was met with a rather gruesome sight every single guard, and royal protector was found murdered in very cruel ways all that remained was a simple magic crystal against the ground

Yuka: you can't run in like that!!! Are you-? Whoa..

The others would come rushing up behind Munchkin hiding behind the large fighter Kratos and Aless, Nova would waste no time to grip the crystal and crush it and out came a message just for the adventurers

Harvor: Too those who do not understand yet indeed I destroyed your home archer. And showed them all the power of what a real demon looks like. And now I hold your mother and father hostage. Should you want them to return you will head out to the Gnoll Waste where you can fight your parents and their lives intact tho that may not be for long after all you all understand how Unsafe the Gnoll Waste can really be.. should someone intervene with its ecosystem??

Kratos: this fucker is psychotic??

Nova would yell out in anger smashing the rest of the crystal against the ground where Yuka would grab onto her and force her down to her knees while Nova would simply break under Yuka's grasp

Kratos: hm.. we can get them back. I won't let that fucker get away with this..

Kratos would step towards them over the bloody and cruel scene walking up to them and kneeling in front of Nova who would latch onto kratos with a rather very tight hug

Void: ahhh.. the Gnoll Waste.. home..

Munchkin: home..? L-like you come from there??

Void: indeed young one maybe if we can find my bones I can help with this demon problem..

End of Chapter .22

[argo-bolo]

Had my dnd session earlier and we got into a fight haha

So, we're traveling as fast as our cart can take us since we have a guy actively taking exhaustion levels that we can't fix and we come across a guy bleeding out in the snow. I'm driving and I'm like "this is weird" and let the rest of the party know that there's an injured guy, so they end up getting out and healing him.

We then found out he killed a couple gnolls and we were actively looking for a tribe of gnolls to talk to (we're kinda cool with 3 gnolls from different clans) and our religious peeps are like "we should probably take care of the bodies in an appropriate way that's good for them spiritually since we're all like cool with death and wanna keep it that way. So, I was left with the dude as they're dealing with the bodies and finding out from our gnoll npc that the bodies were basically kids.

I'm just like "we're having a very stressed day, sorry for questioning you alot" while I'm also not trusting this dude at all. He keep mentioning his brothers are near, so I don't want to start anything with our main healer away. Stopped one of our members from straight up shooting the guy.

He's acting smug from me saying stand down to my party member and his brothers show up. The rest of the party comes back and the religious person just says "those were children" and the gun goes off next to my ear.

We got a surprise round and I was at the bottom of the list. Basically 2 out of the 3 went down and then it was my turn and I'm like "I don't feel good even attacking or not attacking. this feels all sorts of wrong" and my dice kinda listened and I whiffed 1 attack and rolled low on damage on the 2nd attack.

They all go down and I back up. The rest of the party pokes them to see if they're dead, but they all get up and morph into young adult green dragons??? Like 3 fucking dragons?!

Anyway, we got out of that encounter due to sheer luck and the gnoll clan we were looking for.

[flowersdaggersviolasandblood]

Flower Girl

Name: Pero Ophiin (She/Her)

Race: Wood Half-Elf

Class: Druid (Circle of the Land)

Background: Outlander

WARNING SPOILERS AHEAD!

At this point and time, nearly all my characters are reaching that "going to ACT 2" phase, so I'm gonna push to get everyone (mainly the main 4 right now because they're a lot of fun) past the "Save Halsin" quest. Picking up where we left off with Pero, she accidentally agreed to help criminal mercenaries to secure a package and their possibly dead "mailmen." While searching for them, Pero and the gang ran into a whole pack of Gnolls harassing 2 men trapped in a cave. A fight was inevitable and they were able to rescue the trapped men; discovering they were the exact people they were looking for.

Rugan is still fucking hot tho, like goddamn lmao. I also went back to Auntie Ethel and got rid of her too. Now, one thing that kinda annoys me with this game is the knockout system. During the fight against the Hag, Ethel decided to shapeshift herself to look like Mayrina . Not wanting to accidentally kill the real one, I toggled the non-lethal attack option and knocked her out. However, I don't like that the game just automatically assumes you killed her (they do acknowledge that she's knocked out however) and not let you interact with the knocked out NPC aside from looting them. I wanted to help Mayrina up and trigger her conversation, but I was locked out of doing so. Still completed the quest tho.

After finally finishing up the whole Risen Road thing, I decided to go after Halsin. I accidentally triggered the Githyanki cutscene. I didn't immediately go after them, especially since I didn't have Lae'zel in the party, so I opt to continue my path towards the Goblin Camp. Funnily enough, I continued to skill the Blighted Village and the Goblin party by coming from the Risen Road. I still got the Disembodied Voice cutscene with the BBEGs showing up and Shadowheart explaining her whole deal.

While going through the Goblin camp, I tried to quickly get rid of the Goblin leaders, utilizing the sneak sneak as much as possible to gain the advantage. After taking care of them, we get Halsin, bring him up to speed about the Grove, learn about Moonrise Towers, and saved the day. I accidentally gave Shadowheart and Gale the wrong idea during the Party because I just wanted Pero to make nice conversation, but accidentally gave myself the option to fuck either of them that night. But sorry, once I got Halsin it was over for literally everyone.

Right now, I got enough goody points with everyone that I accidentally (and intentionally) created a harem lmao. Even Lae'zel wanted a small piece of that pink-hair ass. Roleplay-wise, I like to think that Pero is just so sickeningly caring that these hardasses can't be mad at her. Pero has been nothing but respectful to everyone's wishes about their own personal baggage; letting them come forward about their shit in their own time and terms. Unlike my other TAVs where the second something sussy baka happens they want to know about that shit immediately.

Hell, I don't know how you guys didn't even get laid by Astarion, mf literally is easy. Such a babygirl. Also, I accidentally fucked up Karlach's quest because I forgor to talk with Dammon after finding a piece of that infernal metal and immediately went to party with the Tieflings. So now he's not at the Grove anymore. Hopefully we'll find him at Baldur's Gate or find someone who can serve as a temp replacement. As per usual, Pero met her dream Guardian, a striking Human male.

The story behind this one is that while Pero was trying to save citizens in Baldur's Gate during the Mindflayer invasion, a Flaming Fist member was also attempting to get people to safety. The pair tried to go into hiding after saving all they could, but he got snatched up and Pero would follow suit. For the longest time, Pero thought the poor man dead as she didn't see him on the ship nor after the crash. So seeing his face in her dreams got her asking multiple questions. Regardless, Pero still doesn't feel comfortable trying to utilize the tadpoles, so she gives them up to Karlach and Astarion.

Pero would also learn a bit more about Gales condition and how his situation merely repeats history of the last time someone thought they could fuck around with the Goddess of Magic. Gale, being a wizardly bitch, decided to go to the last site where a powerful Wizard named Karsus tried to usurp the previous Goddess of Magic, Mystral, which caused a massive catastrophe where magic was completely null. Gale hoped to procure a small thing of Netherese magic in hopes to impress Mystra, the current Goddess of Magic, so that he may learn more of the Weave untapped, but it cost him being a ticking time bomb that could level a city and then some. Despite being frightened of this unstable power that Gale now holds within himself, Pero wouldn't feel right to just leave Gale to his own devices. As if he can't find another magical item to eat, he will explode. Not only that, but Pero's altruistic personality refuses to leave him behind to a saddening end, so she allows Gale to continue traveling with the group.

Now that we have Halsin in the group, he explains that the possible solution to the parasite problem lies at Moonrise Towers. Long ago, a Shar worshipper named Ketheric Thorn made a secret stronghold that could connect Moonrise towers to the currently ruined temple of Selune. He rallied a near army of Dark Justiciars dedicated to Shar to raid the place, but he failed before he could even launch the attack. Halsin was one of the many individuals who fought against this man and witnessed the shadowing blight of the Shadow Curse that plagues the lands to Moonrise Towers. Filled with guilt that he couldn't do more, he wishes to kill two birds with one stone by getting rid of the curse AND finding a curse to the parasite. Pero happily allows Halsin to travel with her camp to reach Moonrise Towers. For this, Pero will continue towards the mountain pass as she hasn't forgotten the Githyanki Crech and keeping that as a back pocket curiosity as they move to discover what they can offer in terms of a cure. In the mean time, before we continue to ACT 2, I'm gonna finish up all that is left in ACT 1!

[jace-the-writer-guy]

Holy Water

Aliah: *DM'ing a session with her team, and a newfound player* "Okay, you guys are setting up camp for the night?"

Snow: "Yeah, that'd be smart to do."

Aerial: "Yup! I guess Bolgrin and Krawsor will set up our tents."

Ebony: "And Altaria will get a fire going."

Kuro: "Damn, this session's been wild tonight. That fifth level fireball really fucked those gnolls up. Good job on that one, Ebony."

Ebony: *Giggles and starts speaking as her character, using a sultry voice* ""Why thank you, dear~""

Aliah: *Chuckles a bit* "What are you guys doing before you go to sleep for the night?"

Kuro: "After we get our food fixed, Krawsor is gonna put a pot of water over the fire."

Aliah: *Raises an eyebrow* "Oookay then. Anyone else?"

Snow: "Lanisti's going to watch Krawsor for a bit to see what he's doing, because she knows he can't cook anything."

Ebony: "Altaria's gonna flirt with Bolgrin!"

Aerial: "Pffft alright then," *Laughs* "Bolgrin's just gonna be too distracted by the feelings Altaria is making him feel to do anything."

Aliah: "Okay! So, as Altaria is flirting with the wiser of the two dwarves, probably showing more cleavage than usual-"

Ebony: "Definitely!"

Aliah: "Of course haha. While that's happening, Lanisti is just watching Krawsor at the fire."

Kuro: "I start stirring the water in the pot with the ladle thing. Can I make a perception check to catch Lanisti watching me?"

Snow: "Oh she isn't hiding it. She's confused as fuck. After watching for a while, I'm gonna walk up to him and just ask, *Gets into character* ""Krawsor, what in Kuu's name are you doing?""

Kuro: *As Krawsor* ""What's it look like I'm doin? I know where we're passin' through, so I'm makin' holy water!""

Snow: ""I'm sorry, what? How can you possibly be making holy water?""

Kuro: "Krawsor just looks up at Lanisti and grins. "Whaddya mean how?I'm boilin' the hell outta it!""

Snow: *Stares at Kuro as the others just break out in laughter, and he can barely keep it in himself* ""Wh-what!?""

Aliah: "Th-this is so stupid but you know what? Roll me a religion check Krawsor."

Kuro: "Oh please don't be a repeat of that steak," *Rolls the d20 in his hand and rolls it onto his dice tray, and he starts laughing* "Fucking nat 20!"

Aerial: "Oh my gods, yessss!"

Ebony: "This is fun!"

Aliah: *Stares in disbelief at the die in the tray* "Natural 20... Okay, so through some insane method of boiling water passed down through generations of dwarves, you somehow make a pot of holy water."

Snow: "Oh my fucking gods, I can't believe this..." *Shakes his head in disbelief and starts to laugh* "O-okay then, Lanisti is just gonna stare at Krawsor as he fills bottles with the makeshift holy water and go "How in the name of the gods can someone be so stupid yet do this...""

Kuro: ""Aw lighten up, Lani! You're just pissy 'cuz you didn't think of it!""

Ebony: *As Altaria* ""Oh my... I am glad I chose to accompany you three on your journey. You are quite the interesting trio~" I say that as I'm rubbing Bolgrin's arm with my fingers."

Aerial: *Giggles* "Oh Bolgrin is just blushing so much. "Hehehe w-we're happy t' have ya with us t-too! Y-your company is quite... u-umm...""

Ebony: ""Stimulating~?""

Aerial: ""Th-that, yeah!""

Ebony: "Altaria's gonna spend the night in Bolgrin's tent!"

Snow: "And Lanisti is gonna go sleep off the bullshit she just witnessed."

Aliah: "Alright then! You guys plan out the watch schedule for the night and roll me perception checks, and we'll pick this back up next session. Oh, and Ebony and Aerial have to roll at disadvantage."

Aerial: "Worth it!"