Sune's Solution (D&D/MGE)

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Tis time for nerds.

 
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underground harbor? Sweet.

new plan get a boat and sing sea shanties!
 
1.1 - Summon Greater Wife
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    [Candlekeep]
    The city of knowledge. All sorts of bestiaries lie there. Perhaps you could find an origin. Also rather bookish wizards… one can hope she doesn't set fire to anything particularly dangerous and ancient.

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    Fuyao's pack was much like a bag of holding, it seemingly held infinite possibilities and contained far more than it reasonably should be able to. Yet she always found a way to stuff more inside of it. You had never bothered looking into it, you consider yourself a brave man, as a Paladin you had to be, but you weren't quite ready to discern that particular secret. You had seen the non-euclidean city of Sigil, you had sailed the edge of the Far Realm and seen a place where time and the laws set forth by the gods didn't exist. You had plumbed the depths of the Underdark and scoured the ruins of the Netherese empire. But you had never ventured into her bag.

    You truly believed that to do so was to invite madness that not even Cyric himself could cause.

    And as she finishes setting out all the pans, utensils, and rations that would be enough to feed an entire mercenary band. You felt that Mad God wouldn't dare try, either. You then get her help to remove your plate, no longer needed for the day. Switching from the plate, fine make even as it was, to the simple tabard bearing the face of Sune was always a welcome relief. With a grunt Fuyao stuffs it into its carrying case, the box shrinking a moment later to become roughly the size of a handbag.

    "Thank you, as always," you say to the squire.

    Fuyao simply nods, busy sorting through her pack and shooting glances towards Ignis. Ignis for her part was staring at you, more specifically the symbol on the front of your tabard. You smile at her, then turn to the food. It's simple rations, easy enough to prepare, along with the variety of sweets and drinks that Fuyao had collected enmasse from the citizens of Overlook. That was the other mystery of her pack, no matter how much she used… it seemingly never got smaller either.

    You begin preparing the rations when you feel a heat near your shoulder, and turning your head you find Ignis there, the woman, even at a crouch a good deal taller than you, her head tilted to the side as she looked at the food. "Where's… the meat?"

    "We subsist on mainly breads," you reply. "They are far easier to keep long term. As a Paladin I rarely stay in one place for long."

    Ignis tilts her head the other way, her tail scraping against the rocky ground behind her lazily side to side. "So you… travel then, looking for fights?"

    You smile. "That is one way of looking at it I suppose, though I do attempt to avoid that. My role is to maintain the law and structure of the land. Right wrongs, help aid and assist. That does frequently lead to combat I suppose."

    Fuyao sighs, then lays back against her pack. A benefit of it being roughly the same size she was was that she could use it as an impromptu bed. "Was hoping for a break Boss."

    "My apologies Fuyao, but you know life rarely gives me one. In any case, the road to Candlekeep is peaceful, for the most part." You offer, putting as much sympathy into your voice as you could manage.

    Fuyao, for her part, just rolls over on the pack so that her face is pressed into it.

    "I am a hunter, a carnivore, I require meat." Ignis says after a moment, dragging back the conversation to its earlier topic.

    You think for a second, recalling what you have in your own pack. "I have some salted pork, if you truly require it."

    "Give it to me," Ignis says firmly.

    You stare at her, saying nothing for several seconds as your eyes meet hers. "That is not how one makes a request."

    Ignis continues matching your gaze, then her eyes dart to the side. "Give it to me… please?"

    You set the rations aside, "one moment." Then make your way back down the path towards your horse, grabbing the pack attached to the side of it, you tuck it underneath one arm and return, fishing out a small waxed leather pouch from it as you enter the clearing again. With a flick of your wrist you toss it towards Ignis, the woman snatching it out of the air and… sniffing it much like a dog would.

    "Smells… funny." Ignis says after a few more experimental sniffs.

    You move past her to sit where you had set out the rations. "I assure you it is meat, however."

    Ignis opens the bag carefully, and you watch her work. The armored… scales on her arms give way to what you would relate to a dragon's claw. Four large digits, complete with vicious looking curved nails on the end. They do not seem like they would much allow delicate work, but she undoes the knot holding the bag together without much in the way of apparent difficulty, then sticks a claw in to pierce and drag out a piece of the ham.

    She stares at it a moment, studying it. Then bites off a large chunk of it. Finding it apparently satisfactory, she eats the other half of it, then makes steady work of consuming what was in the bag. You for your part cook up your own share of the rations, along with Fuyao's, and within the span of a few minutes, you are all eating in peaceful silence.

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    It was Ignis that spoke first once she had finished eating, she far outpaced both you and Fuyao in that regard. "So who's she?" she's pointing a claw towards Fuyao, the Kara-Turan blinks at the sudden attention, then returns to eating her bread.

    "My loyal squire," you reply. "A more diligent woman you will hardly find."

    "Is she your mate?" Ignis asks. Leaning more towards Fuyao.

    Fuyao slowly removes the bread from her mouth. Then looks towards you, an impressively flat expression on her face. Fuyao didn't emote much at the best of times, now she may as well have been made of stone. "Am I?" she asks, her tone sounding more bored than anything.

    "Not that I am aware of," you reply. "She is my second, I train her and she assists me in matters. Someday she may very well be a Paladin herself."

    Ignis takes this information, processes it. Then nods. "Then I shall be your squire."

    "Nope." Fuyao says bluntly. Then takes another bite of the bread. "My job."

    "Then I shall fight you for it."

    Fuyao eyes Ignis up and down. Then she shakes her head. "No. You'd lose."

    "Is that a challenge?" Ignis asks, a smile coming onto her face. Warmth begins washing over you, and a glance shows that the flames on her tail have grown in intensity once again.

    Fuyao takes another bite of her bread. "No, you wouldn't be."

    "Then we sha-"

    You place a hand in front of Ignis's face. "Alright, that's enough. There will be no more fighting today."

    The flames die back down, and Ignis sits back down onto the rock, frowning.

    "She's an interesting one Boss. Half dragon?"

    You let out a hum. "I'm not sure, I've never run into anything like her species. I thought she may be from Avernus but… she is not evil. Not to my senses at the very least."

    "What are you talking about? Avernus?" Ignis asks.

    You wave your hand. "Nothing to worry about for the moment." As far as you were concerned, being unknowledgeable of the hells could only be a good thing, and you envied anyone who could live their lives in such a way. "Once we finish eating we have some farmers to visit. Do you have everything you own on you?"

    Ignis looks herself over, then nods her head.

    You smile. "Good. Then we shall be leaving shortly."

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    The halfling farmer was of the proud sort, the kind that had settled one of the many hills around Overlook. The kind that had dealt with the multitude of orc invasions, the undead uprising, the moon crack and the pull of the Shadowfell. You needed to be a certain sort to live this far inland away from the 'civilized' Swordcoast.

    He was gawking regardless. His neck craned all the way back as he stared up at Ignis. "What bleedin' pit of Hell did this one crawl out of?"

    Ignis is staring down at the man, her apology having been mumbled… but it was good enough.

    "I am in the midst of discovering that myself, but for now I am afraid she has little in the way of money. How much did she take in regards to the value of the animals?"

    The Halfling drags his eyes away from Ignis, slowly you note, and for far more reasons than just surprise you expect. "My two darling sheep? Forty gold." He says, the lie obvious.

    You produce your pouch and offer him the money, a look of surprise flitting across his face briefly before he takes it. "I shall consider the debt settled then," you say. "I hope there isn't any other issues?"

    "'Sides my little one wanting to grow up to be you instead of somethin' respectable?" the farmer asks. "Not particularly."

    You smile and nod your head, then step away from his door and begin making your way down the path. Fuyao, then finally Ignis following after a few seconds later. Fuyao speaks, almost the second you are out of earshot. "... Why did you pay so much for the sheep? Four gold, tops."

    "I hardly need the money to begin with," you reply, tying the pouch back to your side. "And it solves the matter with little fuss. I could have argued about it, but frankly, that is more effort than it is worth."

    Fuyao snorts. "Whatever you say Boss. We good to get back on the road then?" she glances at the sky, it was just barely after noon, and there was nary a cloud in the sky. Distantly, far to the north off towards the desert there were signs of a storm brewing, but nothing that should impede your path west.

    "Perhaps," you say after a moment. Then turn your head towards Ignis. "We shall be journeying roughly a week's time west to seek out your origin, would you be interested in traveling with us?"

    Ignis stares at you. "Does… that mean we could fight again?"

    "I suppose it does, yes." You reply. "Do you desire a rematch?"

    Ignis says nothing, at least not at first. But the jump in the flames of her tail tells you her thoughts on the matter regardless. It seemed barbarians remained barbarians, whether they were from Icewind Dale or… part Salamander, you suppose. "Yep, I need to get stronger so I can beat you. Not like I have anywhere else to be regardless."

    "Then I welcome you along to my travels," you say with a smile, then offer a hand forward to Ignis.

    Ignis tilts her head, her eyes flitting from the hand to your face repeatedly. "Are.. you showing me your sword hand? I was going to follow you anyway."

    You drop the hand, sadly unshook. "As in, you were going to follow me whether I asked?"

    Ignis nods.

    "To claim me as you stated?"

    Ignis nods again, this time a fair bit more vigorously.

    You smile. "Well, I would ask that you limit it to breakfast and dinner, as fighting on horseback is a rather messy affair, even for one trained in its nuances. If we make good time as I said, we should be there in a week or slightly more."

    "She isn't riding on my horse Boss." Fuyao says, the squire already in the midst of packing everything onto her animal.

    "Nor did I expect her to." You reply, and frankly, she was too large to easily fit behind you on yours. In… multiple respects.

    You stretch out your arm, and you feel it. The gentle power of Sune herself washing over you, a tender embrace, warmth across your body. You shape it, will it as you need to. "Oh Lady Sune, I require a steed."

    Then…

    There is nothing.

    You feel the power take hold, you feel it release and… nothing happened. You stare at the empty spot that the steed would normally appear at. You blink, then flip your hand around, staring at it.

    Then you heard a feminine scream, coming from directly above you. Jerking your head up, you watch as through a golden portal not more than ten feet overhead, a black horse tumbles out of the sky. At least, at first you thought it was a horse, but where the head would normally be is the upper half of a woman, black silks covering that half of her body. White hair goes wild in the sudden breeze, red eyes are wide open with panic, and her arms and legs flail with abandon as she tumbles towards the ground.

    On instinct you reach out your arms and catch her by the horse half. A grunt escaping you as you are forced slightly into a crouch before you right yourself. She was heavy to be certain, but far more than that was just the awkward weight distribution. The woman, having apparently recognized that she didn't hit the ground, looks at you, her face mere inches from her own. It is only then that you note the twin pair of horns jutting out from either side of her own. Each is jagged like a lightning bolt, and both are pointed straight up, going past her head by a half foot each.

    Then she screams again, this time directly into your face before she wiggles herself free. Hooves hitting the ground, she bolts, the sound of hooves slamming into the dirt resounding as she moves to hide behind Ignis.

    Ignis looks… almost eye to eye with the centaur. The centaur herself matches the gaze, then screams and bolts once more, this time hiding behind… your horse. The horse ears along the side of her head drooping as she slightly crouches to peer above the shoulders of your steed. Your steed, Majestic, both in name and manner, simply continues to eat the grass by the side of the road.

    You raise your hands slowly, and speak gently. "I mean you no harm, are you alright?"

    The centaur's eyes flit to you, then to Ignis… her eyes narrowing as she studies the Salamander. "Are you going to eat me?" she asks. Her voice is nowhere near as deep as Ignis's… and it also has an accent you would normally prescribe to those who live off the frozen shores of Neverwinter.

    "We are not, no. Where exactly do you hail from?"

    Her eyes narrow. "My home, I had just found a lovely stock of wild carrots when I was enveloped by a portal!"

    … That should not be the case, the spell simply didn't do such a thing. Not kidnapping in any case. And yet… this was a sentient creature, and a quite irate one at that. "My apologies miss, it is my fault, I was summoning a steed for my traveling companion and was not expecting you to receive the summons. I will send you back."

    The woman says nothing for several seconds, studying you. Then she stands up, idly straightening out the complicated silks that decorated her body. They started all the way up to the top of her neck, continuing down with a cutout around the breasts to reveal a small amount of flesh, before trailing down her back and to where a saddle would normally sit upon a regular steed. "Well," she says, idly moving one hand to cup her cheek, a hint of pink on her face showing through the pale flesh. "If you didn't mean to do it, that's fine… you said you… needed a steed?" The hint had turned into a full display now, her cheeks a vibrant pink.

    "Indeed," you reply. "Normally when I use such magic a stallion or a griffon appears, and they are not taken unwillingly. I was not meaning to take you from what you were doing. We were starting to travel and I required a third steed."

    You had met many a centaur in your time, well, perhaps not many, but certainly more than a few. But you had never met one with horns… a mystery, to be sure. And of course, that spell did not tend to summon intelligent creatures. "I would not force you to do this."

    The centaur moves from around your horse, coming to a stop in front of you. Unlike Ignis, who smelled of ash and sweat. This one had a far more sweet scent to her, it was not one you could identify, but she, much like Ignis, was quite beautiful in any case. "Are those the steeds you had already?" the woman asks.

    You nod your head. "Two horses for two riders."

    The centaur nods. "My name is Brynhild, and… I would be happy to assist, but I would ask that you ride me."

    Fuyao lets out a low whistle.

    You ignore me. "Are you quite certain miss? I can simply send you back."

    "That will not be necessary!" Brynhild says quickly. Too quickly apparently, as she bites her lip before shaking her head. "I… do not mind assisting."

    "Then… I would have to move my saddle from my horse to you, is that alright?"

    Brynhild nods, her tail flicking from side to side.

    You move over to your horse, reaching for the saddle, then think. "Ignis, have you ever ridden a horse?"

    "... Why the hell would I?"

    You let out a breath, this would be uncomfortable. "Fuyao, please assist Ignis in mounting my horse."

    Then, leaving the saddle in place, you turn around towards Brynhild once more. "I would not ask a new rider to ride without a saddle, so… if it is fine with you, would you be offended were I simply to mount you sans saddle?"

    Brynhild grabs the hem of her silks, spreading them to either side as she lowers herself in some centaur version of a curtsy.

    "Thank you Lady Brynhild," you say, smiling. Then making your way over you lift yourself up and onto her back.

    Brynhild rises the moment you sit, affording you a view roughly equal to what you had before on Majestic. "It is quite alright, if I may ask sir… would you happen to be a knight?"

    "A Paladin, actually." You reply.

    Brynhild goes stock still, and she cranes her head around to look at you. "A… Paladin? You hunt monsters sir?"

    "If necessary," you reply. "Why?"

    Brynhild lets out a shuddering breath, her cheeks going pink once more. "Including… me?"

    You frown. "I would hardly equate you to being a monster miss."

    Brynhild searches your face for a moment, then… rather uncomfortably licks her lips. Turning her head back, she begins to trot towards the west, not walk you note, trot. She's putting on a deliberate show, it appears.

    Well, at least she's not upset.

    Looking back, you watch as Fuyao slowly guides Majestic along by the reins, Ingis for her part looking mightily uncomfortable on the back of your steed. A fascinating series of events all around… and a fascinating day.

    But as Brynhild lets out another shuddering breath, you can't help but wonder if there was anything else… odd you were going to encounter on your way to Candlekeep.

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    Event/Character votes.

    [] [A host of Kobolds trying to discern if Tiamat or the Egg came first]
    General event, who knows what may happen.

    [] [Fuyao takes a challenge as your squire from Ignis]
    Fuyao and Ignis development.

    [] [Brynhild attempts to steal Baeran]
    Brynhild development.

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    Relationship values.
    Please note one number does not equal one event.

    Fuyao - 7/10
    Ignis - 3/10
    Brynhild - 1/10
     
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    • [X] [A host of Kobolds trying to discern if Tiamat or the Egg came first]
    General event, who knows what may happen.

    Description's telling us that these are locals. Let's visit them for some contrast to the invaders.
     
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    Vardei said:
    [X] [A host of Kobolds trying to discern if Tiamat or the Egg came first]
    General event, who knows what may happen.

    Description's telling us that these are locals. Lets visit them for some contrast to the invaders.
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    Lizard people, not dogs yes.
     
    [X] [Fuyao takes a challenge as your squire from Ignis]
    Fuyao and Ignis development.

    Hehehehehehehe lets see how much our squire outclasses Ignis.
     
    Erien said:
    But you had never ventured into her bag.
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    Ah, I see, there clearly won't be any of the eldritch monster girls showing up because The Bag is already here!

    Erien said:
    Fuyao slowly removes the bread from her mouth. Then looks towards you, an impressively flat expression on her face. Fuyao didn't emote much at the best of times, now she may as well have been made of stone. "Am I?" she asks, her tone sounding more bored than anything.
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    That is the reaction of someone who has been trying. For a while.

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    "Not that I am aware of,"
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    "Did you not read that entry form to that contest back in Baldur's Gate? You legally declared us married twelve years ago."

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    Ignis takes this information, processes it. Then nods. "Then I shall be your squire."

    "Nope." Fuyao says bluntly. Then takes another bite of the bread. "My job."

    "Then I shall fight you for it."

    Fuyao eyes Ignis up and down. Then she shakes her head. "No. You'd lose."

    "Is that a challenge?" Ignis asks, a smile coming onto her face. Warmth begins washing over you, and a glance shows that the flames on her tail have grown in intensity once again.

    Fuyao takes another bite of her bread. "No, you wouldn't be."
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    Fuyao is damned savage! And protective of her spot!

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    Then she screams again, this time directly into your face before she wiggles herself free. Hooves hitting the ground, she bolts, the sound of hooves slamming into the dirt resounding as she moves to hide behind Ignis.

    Ignis looks… almost eye to eye with the centaur. The centaur herself matches the gaze, then screams and bolts once more, this time hiding behind… your horse.
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    I kinda get the impression that the combat threat in this party goes as such: Baeran > Baeran's horse > Fuyao > THE BAG > Ignis > Brynhild > Fuyao's horse.

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    The centaur nods. "My name is Brynhild, and… I would be happy to assist, but I would ask that you ride me."

    Fuyao lets out a low whistle.
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    "Well, she certainly knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go for it."

    [X] [Brynhild attempts to steal Baeran]
    Brynhild development.

    I wish to see this attempt. I suspect it involves just diverging from the trail when out of sight, but it shall be amusing regardless.
     
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    Then you heard a feminine scream, coming from directly above you. Jerking your head up, you watch as through a golden portal not more than ten feet overhead, a black horse tumbles out of the sky.
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    So this is Sune's fault. Unsurprising, I suppose.


    [X] [A host of Kobolds trying to discern if Tiamat or the Egg came first]

    I'm feeling lucky, though naturally they all sound good. Still, should help the visitors understand they aren't in Kansas anymore.
     
    Erien said:
    "Oh Lady Sune, I require a steed."
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    Sune: "I have JUST the thing!"

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    Then you heard a feminine scream, coming from directly above you.
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    Sune: "See? Perfect!"

    Erien said:
    On instinct you reach out your arms and catch her by the horse half.
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    I know our Paladin here is stupid powerful, but damn.

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    "Then… I would have to move my saddle from my horse to you, is that alright?"

    Brynhild nods, her tail flicking from side to side.
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    Me: 'don'tmaketheobviousjokedon'tmaketheobviousjokedon'tmaketheobviousjoke...'

    [X] [Brynhild attempts to steal Baeran]
     
    [X] [Brynhild attempts to steal Baeran]

    It would be great to see more of Fuyao, because I already love her. But I dislike having a relationship stat at only 1/10. Either is good, really.
     
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