Maybe? Maybe not?
I might be somewhat biased.
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I can do that.
Actually, I can't. How do you change your name?
And Tygre the trick is to pick two characters you like who are in no way connected to each other.
Vaarsuvius...and Vaarsuvius gender-swapped. Seriously? Okay, then I'm just picking one of my own. Ressurected Black Dragon [remember Familicide?] and Vaarsuvius (since the RNG seemed to like the elf and all). So, because I'm an evil, sadistic, and imaginative bloke, I'm going to stick it to the RNG. With a touch of Aliens/Devil/Somebody made them do it.
SpoilerVaarsuvius awakes, addled and chained in a cave. The elf’s mind quickly reasserts itself, recognizing the tattered state of robes and battered state of body. And the unmistakable stench of black dragon. Containing the horror rising, the elf touches the collar around its neck. It is mystically wrought silver, inscribed in Elven: ‘Servitude’, the script glowing with a wicked purple light.
An all too familiar voice hisses through the cavern, “So, you are awake. I’ve been waiting for this, so long despairing, hating without hope. You made a terrible mistake, elf. Tiamat would never stand for such an imbalance, such a destruction. She saw fit to grant the wish of my remaining kin, to restore me. Divine instruction I have been given, to repopulate. I think you will find the Queen’s desires…deliciously ironic. Heightened Polymorph Other!”
The elf comprehends perfectly, seeing the impressive, gleaming form of its familial nemesis. Vaarsuvius can only scream as its body is ripped into new being, a wordless scream that becomes a roar before true pleasure and horror ensue…
*evil, uncontrollable laughter* Ok, so I was in a dark mood...here's the sunshiney version:
SpoilerVaarsuvius awakes, addled and lethargic in a plush bed. The elf’s mind quickly reasserts itself, recognizing a rush of sensastions Vaarsuvius has only felt near its Mate. And the unmistakable aroma of black dragon, somehow seductive and addling his will. Trying to fight the rising, unbidden feelings, the elf touches the collar around its neck. It is mystically wrought silver, inscribed in Elven: ‘Abandon’, (although it translates to common better as 'the wild abandon of love') the script glowing with a sensual purple light.
An all too familiar voice hisses through the cavern, “So, you are awake. I’ve been waiting for this, so long despairing, hating without hope. But hate is so entwined with love, especially among my kind. I was brought back, Vaarsuvius, bidden to restore the destruction we caused together. I promise it will be an experience you will never forget...or regret."
The dragon's voice fails to bring rage or hatred in Vaarsuvius, instead filling the elf's richly robed form with a passion he does not have the willpower to be ashamed of. The humanoid form standing at the foot of the bed, crawling toward Vaarsuvius heightens the reaction, the delicious sensatons, and with open arms the new couple begins their mutual seduction, a hot whisper: 'Polymorph'...
Because you'd all freak out if that wasn't there. And because I'm not just an evil, sadistic, and imaginative bloke, I'm a creepy, random, evil, sadistic, and imaginative bloke :smallamused::smallwink::smallcool:
I liked the dark, mean version better.
I'm a horrible person.
I'm back, and this time I got Mr. Rodriguez x Windstriker :smalleek:, I hate to say this but I don't think I'm brave enough to touch that, can someone even more twisted try their hand? :biggrin: If not I don't blame you.
Edit: I forgot to roll on a situation, feel free to add that yourself.
Wait, you passed up an opportunity to ship Vaarsuvius/Gender-swapped Vaarsuvius? Hold that thought, I'll attempt tomorrow/Saturday/as soon as I have time and can think of a way to make it happen.
That Banjo/Giggles fic was brilliant, by the way.
everytime i read this thread i promise myself that i'll write something but when i start to think i get nowhere, i just can't...
i've realized my mind is pure and that i'm a functional member of society, i'm so ashamed! it'd be so funny to be cracked like you :smallfrown:
If you are, then so am I.:smallamused:
Actually, I love how simmilar yet completely different the two are. It's almost as though one is a dream, and then V wakes up and what's actually happening is the other one.
No idea which one would be real though. :smalltongue: I suppose you could just cycle through them endlessly.
Actually, I like them both equally.
I don't get disturbed any more. It should be worrying, but it's not.
And lo, a banner was made for the Minion-god thing
http://i840.photobucket.com/albums/z...ose/Peter1.png
EDIT: Added sleeves
Can anyone tell me if there are any rules for encounters? I want to write an encounter joke into my fic but as I don't know the rules of the DnD'verse I was wondering if anyone else could tell me.
An adventuring party only gets one encounter while traveling from point A to point B.:vaarsuvius:
Have you tried crack?
Note: TheDarkFiddler does not advocate taking drugs, and this was an unfunny joke.
Usually they're level and environment appropriate, but this is OotS land, no need to stick to simple things like 'logic'.
Is this the proper size? It seems a bit big...
Lien/Thog
Our scene opens in a small light blue tent on an island near the Western continent. The banner outside reads 'New Azure City's finest tequila bar and ice creamery'
We see Lien sitting at a back table, drinking from a small glass. There are seven empty small glasses scattered around the table.
We cut to an alleyway outside, where a gate opens and three evil looking adventurers come through. The barbarous half orcs stomach rumbles loudly and the fighter/sorcerer/rogue looks nervously at the fiend. Then they both spot the banner and sigh in relief. Going inside, the trio find the owner and, pressing a surprisingly large pile of gold in his hand, the leader instructs him to bring their friend as much ice cream as he wants.
The owner replies 'Aye but I'm short on tables, so he'll have to share one with another patron.' The fiend and the poorly multi-classed leader reluctantly accept and leave to complete their evil mission. [One that we won't see except as a bonus strip in the next trade paperback.]
The next panel reads 'Three hours later'
There are now fourteen small empty glasses on the table, and a veritable mountain of empty ice cream dishes are piled beside it. Lien looks up into the barbarians eyes and says 'I've always liked bad boys [hic]. That's why I became a Paladin, so I would have a class feature that would let me detect them. You're just the sort that I like. How's about you and I slip away from this joint and find ourselves someplace a little more private...."
The last row of the strip has three panels in it
1) A close up of the barbarians face, where panic is mixed with something else.
2) A completely black panel
3) The morning sun is coming into a slit in a fancy tent with a large bed in the middle of it.
Im thinkin about doin a full comic-like version of one of the crack pairs, any ideas for plot??? (not too long and oots only plz)
Pompey and Julia. Maybe Pompey apologizes for kidnapping her, Julia is touched by his sincerity and blah blah blah or something.
Ooh, can I have a job title too?
Zanaril, I really enjoyed this update! I wrote a rather long post with some nitpicking last night but I forgot to post it. The only bit I can remember is that I thought there should be more stammering before the word "fiends".
Um, picture. It's in color this time! Also, I just realized that cameras do a really bad job of capturing graphite.
Saeyan, that picture is adorable!
For my cartoon pairing thing, i have tacken the Redcloack/V story, anyway, heres the first section
Saeyan, sweet picture. :)
That comic is great, too, Funky Goose. However, I would suggest making the speech bubble text centred rather than left-aligned.
Other than that, please, continue! :D