Sune's Solution (D&D/MGE)
- Thread starter Erien
- Start date
- Mature Fantasy
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
Harem building is much easier when that 'first wife' question has already been settled.
Always a fun plot device. Some jurisdictions require the parties claim to be married, but obviously this one just considers appearances.
*sad Bicorn noises*
*Bicorn immediately perks up*
Ignis is trying to decide if she can take on the dragon in order to claim Baerun. Miki is probably trying to work out a profit angle. Isabella is no doubt thinking about the fact that seducing two heroes is way more evil then seducing one. And Brynhild wishes she had popcorn.
The bicorn has a front row seat to a soap opera and she is loving every minute of it.
"Nothing a threesome can't fix!" - Brynhild, probably.
oh, burn.
1 Goddess > 4 probably-evil politicians.
[X] [Seek guidance from the Palace of Passion]
[X] [Seek out the Shrine of Suffering]
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
I... yes? I don't believe this was a point that required clarification. We've seen stuff from Fallout, Dead Space, Monster Hunter, and Mass Effect. Those are just the ones that've been identified.
My question wasn't 'what are these things', it was 'are these things being forced to be violent'. The Necromorph doesn't need any help on that end, but Husks need orders, and Vaal Hazak is more territorial then anything. There's many reasons any of them could choose violence, I'm just wondering if there's any choice involved.
- Location
- Texas
Yes, you very important pencil pushers should very much antagonize the paladin who could flatten the entire building. Go for it! The city will only benefit from the pest control.
[X] [Seek out the Shrine of Suffering]
[X] [Seek out the Zhentarim]
If you want to get to the bottom of things you need to start in all the darkest alleys. That's where the secrets tend to gather.
[X] [Seek out the Shrine of Suffering]
[X] [Seek out the Zhentarim]
If you want to get to the bottom of things you need to start in all the darkest alleys. That's where the secrets tend to gather.
Qwaar
Jesus Christ how horrifying
[X] [Seek guidance from the Palace of Passion]
[X] [Seek out the Zhentarim]
I feel like we really need to lean with the weight of Baeran's patron a bit more with this challenge... but I also feel like if ANYONE is going to have done more looking into this and investigating it including all the dangers involved its going to be these seedy fucks. Also, we probably don't want to find out what we didn't look into later when it blows up.
[X] [Seek out the Zhentarim]
I feel like we really need to lean with the weight of Baeran's patron a bit more with this challenge... but I also feel like if ANYONE is going to have done more looking into this and investigating it including all the dangers involved its going to be these seedy fucks. Also, we probably don't want to find out what we didn't look into later when it blows up.
- Location
- Planet Earth
Given who we're talking about, they not only deserve our apathy and disdain, but any individual member almost certainly deserves much worse.
Oh noooo, how horrible, we'll just have to sit through the feast of delicious monstergirl romance openings and suffer as we have to find them in the quest to see how the tales end. *grabs fork, knife and popcorn to wait eagerly*
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
sorry, not sorry
Sir Perfluos - 1
New
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Knight/Unicorn commed by @DB_Explorer
Sir Perfluous was as much a knight as a knight could ever hope to be. His armor gleamed, his sword was sharp, and the three feathers jutting out the top of his helmet were pristine. He was a cavalier, the greatest of all warriors, well suited to a life fighting great evils on horseback, and as he traveled along The Trade Way. There was one thought that played through his mind.
The sheer amount of beauties awaiting him at Athkatla. Tantalizing bronze flesh, veil hidden faces. This time. This time, oh yes, they were waiting for him. And how could they not be? He was a cavalier, the greatest blade in the realm. Famed all over, and infinitely popular with beauties of either gender.
"H-Help!"
His head snapped to the sound, and his eyes widened at the sight. A blonde beauty in a white dress was riding a horse just a few hundred yards away. A host of monsters chasing after her with clear ill-intent. Why, there was only one thing for a brave hero to do.
"Charge Invincible!" the horse reared underneath him, gilded armor glinting on the steed. Technically he was Invincible the 4th, but the horse didn't need to know that. His steed thundered across the landscape, And the orc on boarback barely had time to recognize his imminent destruction before Sir Perfluos's lance slammed into it. With an ursine squeal the orc was lifted off his mount and into the air, it screamed something about the cruelty of the world before it was tossed aside.
"Have at you!" Sir Perfluos cried out, curving the horse around as he drew his blade, the lance abandoned. The lead orc, only just now realizing the threat amongst his midst, began to draw a vicious curved ax. Its hand was severed from his wrist, followed quickly by his head becoming separate from his shoulders.
Then the third orc crashed into him, sending him, the orc, the boar, and Invincible to the 4th crashing to the ground. Sir Perfluos grunted in pain, loud metal clanking filling the air as he rolled across the landscape. Then the orc was on him, snarling in a bastard tongue. Sir Perflous slammed his head forward, metal helm meeting bare skull. Both were equally as hard. Both figures rolled away from each other, in pain more than anything else. But Sir Perfluos recovered first, Rondel drawn, he dived for the orc, slamming it into its chest and slamming his fist down onto the pommel. The Orc squealed, struggled. Died.
Then Sir Perfluos fell back onto his ass, panting, heart pounding. His eyes scanned the landscape, looking fo-
"Sir!"
He turned his head, his vision was swimming from the adrenaline. He blinked them clear, focusing in on the blond beauty her… ho…
Horse half? And the horn jutting out of her forehead.
Her hands shot down, grabbing him by the shoulder. Then, to his shock, lifted him off the ground until they were face to face. Panicked knight, drooling woman. Her breath was coming in pants, a fierce blush on her face.
"You're a virgin!" the woman declares.
Sir Perfluos… did not know how to respond to that. He kicked, missing the woman entirely but falling free from her grip regardless from the shock alone. He sprinted for his horse, only to find Invincible the 4th dead on the ground, the boar, equally dead from the fall, having punctured it with its tusks.
"Come back!" the woman cried.
Ser Perfluos ran.
He did not get particularly far.
Sir Perfluous was as much a knight as a knight could ever hope to be. His armor gleamed, his sword was sharp, and the three feathers jutting out the top of his helmet were pristine. He was a cavalier, the greatest of all warriors, well suited to a life fighting great evils on horseback, and as he traveled along The Trade Way. There was one thought that played through his mind.
The sheer amount of beauties awaiting him at Athkatla. Tantalizing bronze flesh, veil hidden faces. This time. This time, oh yes, they were waiting for him. And how could they not be? He was a cavalier, the greatest blade in the realm. Famed all over, and infinitely popular with beauties of either gender.
"H-Help!"
His head snapped to the sound, and his eyes widened at the sight. A blonde beauty in a white dress was riding a horse just a few hundred yards away. A host of monsters chasing after her with clear ill-intent. Why, there was only one thing for a brave hero to do.
"Charge Invincible!" the horse reared underneath him, gilded armor glinting on the steed. Technically he was Invincible the 4th, but the horse didn't need to know that. His steed thundered across the landscape, And the orc on boarback barely had time to recognize his imminent destruction before Sir Perfluos's lance slammed into it. With an ursine squeal the orc was lifted off his mount and into the air, it screamed something about the cruelty of the world before it was tossed aside.
"Have at you!" Sir Perfluos cried out, curving the horse around as he drew his blade, the lance abandoned. The lead orc, only just now realizing the threat amongst his midst, began to draw a vicious curved ax. Its hand was severed from his wrist, followed quickly by his head becoming separate from his shoulders.
Then the third orc crashed into him, sending him, the orc, the boar, and Invincible to the 4th crashing to the ground. Sir Perfluos grunted in pain, loud metal clanking filling the air as he rolled across the landscape. Then the orc was on him, snarling in a bastard tongue. Sir Perflous slammed his head forward, metal helm meeting bare skull. Both were equally as hard. Both figures rolled away from each other, in pain more than anything else. But Sir Perfluos recovered first, Rondel drawn, he dived for the orc, slamming it into its chest and slamming his fist down onto the pommel. The Orc squealed, struggled. Died.
Then Sir Perfluos fell back onto his ass, panting, heart pounding. His eyes scanned the landscape, looking fo-
"Sir!"
He turned his head, his vision was swimming from the adrenaline. He blinked them clear, focusing in on the blond beauty her… ho…
Horse half? And the horn jutting out of her forehead.
Her hands shot down, grabbing him by the shoulder. Then, to his shock, lifted him off the ground until they were face to face. Panicked knight, drooling woman. Her breath was coming in pants, a fierce blush on her face.
"You're a virgin!" the woman declares.
Sir Perfluos… did not know how to respond to that. He kicked, missing the woman entirely but falling free from her grip regardless from the shock alone. He sprinted for his horse, only to find Invincible the 4th dead on the ground, the boar, equally dead from the fall, having punctured it with its tusks.
"Come back!" the woman cried.
Ser Perfluos ran.
He did not get particularly far.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
I'm getting incredible Don Quixote vibes, which I like.
- Location
- Newer England
I'm not sure who to be more concerned for here - the poor innocent knight being hunted down by a unicorn, or the unicorn given the knight's track record with mounts.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Don't worry, she'll tie him down.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Izzy has a sister rival since iirc the lore has damphirs hunt vampires
Lucia got that Red Mage rizz going
Baeran: you get used to it
"I can fix that!" she leaves unsaid
accept the new dual purpose waifu and mount that's joined your life
Look clearly he just needed a smarter mount! This one will also be motivated to not die so she can have sex with her husband!
its actually a win win! He should just stop and talk to her. Nothing can go wrong.
Poor Virgin knight he can't escape because unicorns are virgin seeking missile
Oddly defensive about that, dude, wonder-
Oh. That's why
The solution is on her way
The solution has arrived
- Location
- Texas
You mean the solution is coming, or at least will soon enough.
And when she helps him arrive at a similar…conclusion I'm sure he'll be happy to have her as his noble mount!
Eliza - 1
New
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
View: https://youtu.be/9f7YyiQx3hI?si=w9cDOYL3_f2a6Evk
Thanks to @Dragontrapper for the commission!
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
About > [A Lamia Alchemist screaming about seeing the face of god] that ya'll skipped.
—
Many different beings had arrived in Abeir, less in Toril. But they had all approached their new situations and settings differently. Some panicked, and turned to baser instinct. For some, too small minded to appreciate things, nothing had changed at all. More still had seen opportunities abound around them, caused by their entry to a new world that knew little about them. But few, precious few.
Found themselves in a heaven like they had never seen before.
Eliza flitted from bush to bush, plant to plant, tree to tree. Her serpent tail coiled around objects, all foreign to her, plucking them and lifting them to her face. Cataloged, marked, noted, tested. A long fork tongue darked out, swallowing a faint green plant, her fingers darted to her neck, pressing against the glands there.
"Mmm… yes, poisonous."
—
One vomit session behind a tree later, Eliza was on the move once more. A basket held in front of her, filled with every form of mushroom, every flower, every fruit, every acorn. Nothing was to be left behind. Nothing was to be kept away from science. Eliza let out a happy hiss as her hands snatched onto a bulbous… fruit? Or was it a vegetable? New taxonomy would have to be made, her mouth opened, and her fangs chomped down onto it.
—
One vomit session behind a tree later. Eliza had a full basket, full of rocks, plants, and at least one small marsupial. For lunch later. Satisfied, she looked up at the sky. "I'm ready to wake up now!"
…
Nothing occurred.
She shouted again, and again. Then pinched herself.
Nothing happened.
Eliza's eyes widened.
—
One vomit session behind a tree later.
Eliza calmed herself. And reasoned with herself like any good scientist should. She had been given an opportunity here. It wasn't Wonderland, at least, not probably. She hadn't visited Wonderland since she had been in university. But it also wasn't home. Namely because there were trees, and grass, and things living in both. And, absolutely none of the plants here were recognizable to her. Which meant…
Which meant.
She began to laugh, laugh and laugh and laugh. Here, here she would succeed. She'd prove all those fools wrong. She would create the Philosopher's Stone, she would have all the power. She would prove the grand theory.
She grinned, then took a bite from a mushroom. Then there was no vomiting. For she was no longer in Abeir. She was somewhere else, beyond the planes, swimming amongst the infinite cosmos with the Illithids.
In truth, she was on the ground drooling.
It would be a useful scientific note later.
- Location
- Texas
The only logical result of taking the Skyrim approach to alchemy!