my favorite thing ever is whenever we do our weekly D&D campaigns, we’re always in a dead end somewhere. So now every time I say something stupid the rest of the party always follows me so here we are, 9 players teaming up to seduce a couple of vampires and a werewolf just because Aurelia (me) here was trying to flirt her way out of being bit and killed because that’s all she knows how to do 😭
when in doubt, just seduce the enemy and they’ll most likely let you go (unless you’re the wizard of the group who keeps rolling straight 4’s with their modifications between 1 and 5) 💅🏻
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"Another lifetime ago, you were greeted in this throne room like a god, not the living wreck you are now."
A sketch of my Dark Urge, Veszeth (they/them), that my fairly offline friend surprised me with earlier this week.
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How Falûne’s story would have gone if Raphael saved him from father Keldran-
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Falûne: *a tiny cambion toddler, screaming in fear and confusion as he tries to wake his mother as she lays in a pool of her own blood, the corrupt priests of Selûne surrounding him, father keldrans hand reaching out to grab him*
Keldran: Come here you filthy hellspawn-
Falûne: *looks up, not at him, but at the red cambion swooping up behind him* h-huh?
*a few minutes later*
Raphael: *standing over Keldran as the priest lay bloodied and dying by Falûnes mother, smiling and holding out his hands to his nephew* come here, you’re safe now, uncle Raphael’s here.
Falûne: *cries and toddles into his arms, gripping onto his doublet as he lifts him into a hug* mama sleeping??
Raphael: *looks down at his sisters body. The young woman oblivious to her fiendish heritage, devoted herself to Selûne… only to be discovered as a devil by the corrupt priesthood and killed upon them finding out about her son, her little Lûne* Yes nephew… Your mothers just sleeping. *turns and steps on Keldran as he carries him to the door*
Keldran: *hisses in pain and grabs the cambions boot* Y-you fiend, hand over th-the boy-
Raphael: *glares down at him* My sister, loved you. She had no clue of her heritage. Her family, of me… *looks at Falûne as the toddler nuzzles into him* And you killed her, right in front of your own son… *glares back down at him* And I fear that will only be the start of your cruelty… he’ll be far safer in my hands than he’ll ever be in your claws. *kicks the high elf in the face before carrying his nephew to safety*
*20 years later*
Astarion: and just why should we trust a devil?
Falûne: *a handsome young devil and prince of the hells following nearly murdering his grandfather and threatening to take his throne along with his power, dressed finely and pristine despite the crash and hair just as neat behind his four horns* Simple. Because I. Want. Revenge. Those cultists swooped into my chambers, stole MY crown, kidnapped me and put this THING into my head. And I want to sink my claws into them before they turn into mind flayers, I want to drag their souls to the hells and torment them until they resemble shredded paper! *composes himself* and I know you want revenge too yes? A cure? Let me join you, and I’ll gladly help in any way I can. Starting by- *snaps his fingers making Karlachs engine disappear and a heart appear in her chest*
Karlach: *gasps and coughs clutching her chest for a moment as the flames fizzle out and she’s left with a healthy heartbeat* wh-what?
Falûne: and to make sure there’s no more hounds at our feet- *snaps his fingers again making two contracts appear, Wylls, and the deed of sale of Karlachs soul by Gortash. Both of them suddenly being ripped down the middle by unseen hands before burning up into flames* I might only be at half my power, but if they have any pro-
Karlach: *suddenly lifts him up into a tight hug* Thank you. Thank you so much…
Wyll: I’m… I’m free.
Falûne: … *tears up* w-will you be my friends if I help you more?
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"So A earth Genasi fighter, Firbolg warlock, Tiefling cleric, and a Goliath paladin walk into a tavern...."
A merry band of misfits for @morrigan-sims's DnD CAS challenge!
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My partner, nodding very seriously as he takes the underwear off his character: "He would not wear these. He has never worn these in his whole life. He was very shocked to discover that he had these on when he woke up. ....Someone must have put them on him."
Imagine the mind flayers picking up a rando half-drow that's high as a kite, discovering that he's freeballing it under his breezy robes, and being so overcome with disgust that they just had to rustle up some pants and put them on the guy before they would have started the tadpoling.
Also, imagine a guy waking up on the shore after crashing through the hells, quickly checking himself for injuries, and immediately dropping trou as he's overcome with horror at the discovery that he's wearing them.
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