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Tons of fun with D&D, if only the group could decide on a campaign. Or a system.
First time DMing
Good luck with that, my first time ended with my group surfing a dreadnought through a greater demon's chest cavity. And not in a good way.
Nah, but Dark Heresy is fun. Especially those crit tables. U-unf.
Oh yeah, my party is playing in a medieval fallout type universe. They are travelling this destroyed world making friends and allies in unlikely places. Meanwhile, they have 2 big bads already, a 3rd on the way, and they are slowly building an army of demons and cancer "zombies". The end game is going to be a massive battle over the starting city and each of my players is going to 1v1 one of the big bads because so far, each player has a specific vendetta against one of the big bads.
Should all be fun I think.
>The six of you pause, the silence total except for the heavy clatter of the stone across the table. It bounces off your mug, skittering towards Twilight's screen.
>It rocks back and forth for a second, eventually coming to a rest on -
>"20!" Dash hoofpumps the air. "Hell yeah!"
>Twilight sneers at the d20. You could swear she bumps the table with her hip, trying to get it to move one last time.
>With a final grimace, she turns to the still frozen Pinkie Pie.
>"It's a social check," Twilight reminds her. "Mint Julep doesn't have to follow it."
>One of Pinkie's eyes twitches, just one, and she slowly brings her hoof back down, scooping up the d20 and cradling it gently.
>Her hair collapses on itself for a second, just a second, before springing back up into its usual mess.
>"No," she whispers. "No, my own dice would never hurt me. There must be a reason..."
>"You can ignore -"
>"No!" Pinkie Pie cuts off Twilight. "I just... why? Mint Julep needs a reason..."
10/10 would play innasetting.
/tg/ has gamefinder threads, if you want to risk that. You could also try looking up a local gaming store and see if they have games. I don't regret a single minute of playing pen and paper.
Depends on the group. /tg/ has a gamefinder thread up all the time, even /mlp/ has games going in the fallout equestria thread, and someone is usually trying to start up that simple tabletop they have where the one class/race combo is bear/bear.
Its fun with the right people. If you decide to /tg/, stay away from That Guy and That DM threads for the same reason you stay wish normals would stay away from cringe threads and cons here.
Don't bring your fetish to the game. Do play your character as your character, and definitely read up on the system you are playing.
Anon needs to secretly, IC and OOC, clue Ponks in on his secret suicidal plan. I imagine he's going to work some redemption angle for Paladin and having Mint nearby for that will be clutch.
Firstly, I live in a shithole which probably doesn't have a "local game store".
Secondly, I just don't feel like I have enough imagination for this. It looks really interesting, but if RP decides the ammount of your earned EXP then it doesn't really look promising for me.
I'm a hopeless soul
Pssht, my experience has been that most DMs level you as the story progresses, maybe with a slight bonus for doing something awesome or in character.
If you need more imagination, read more. Adventure novels, fantasy stuff. Hell, just start writing something and see where it goes. I didn't think I had an imagination, now I can take an idea and build a world around it in just a few hours.
If Rainbow Dash can do it, so can you. Have faith in yourself.
>"Do we mean *nothing* to you?" Mercury Flare yells in the priestess's face.
>Mint Julep pulls back from the bard, face filled with confusion.
>"But... those people... " she stammers. "I could do so much for them..."
>"And we are going to die for them!" The pegasus stamps the ground for emphasis. "Do you see any way for us to survive? Because I don't! We are going to go into the Lich's throneroom, and we are going to DIE."
>"Then if we're already dead, let me use the last of my power to help them!"
>"Do you really want me to die screaming...?" Mercury Flare's eyes tear up, and she drops her head, ashamed to let anyone see. "You thought those Reavarii were worthy of your mercy... but not us...?"
>She peers up at the priestess through the fringe of her mane. Tears stream freely from her eyes.
>"We are going to die trying to buy them time to escape..." she whimpers, "and I... I feel it's the right thing to do. But please... it will not be swift... let the gentle caress of the sun be the last thing I feel, not an eternity of pain. Please..."
>"I'm sure Paladin will find a way!" the priestess argues, verging on tears herself.
>You shake your head.
"My body shall be the shield that protects the innocent. It has been, for a very long time. And I believe... I believe now is when it must end, though I shall do what I can to protect you all."
>Mint Julep can't hold it back any longer, the tears finally coming forth.
>"Please..." Mercury Flare begs the priestess one last time.
>Have faith in yourself.
He hath spoken so I shall obey.
But seriously, playing with completely random people alone is
spooky Also I should be sleeping instead of reading how small pastel horses and a human play D&D
What they said. Docking experience in this context was highly specific to the game, character, class and group. That scene was about an experienced player running a Paladin in a group he knows and trusts. The norm is regular XP at ST discretion with minor bumps cool shit or good RP occur.
Whitewolf for life.
I was going to draw something lewd and inappropriate for this thread but I did this instead.
This is good stuff.
>"Okay!" Pinkie Pie's hair bounces back to full extension. "I think Mint Julep can accept that."
>"Way to ruin the mood," Applejack says with a smile, brushing a tear out of her eye.
>You look over to Twilight - has she...?
>No. She looks sad, but... distant. She knows she can't stop you now.
>Rarity follows your gaze, frowning as she sees Twilight.
>"Look, darling, I know you're worried that we will wipe again, but it is okay," the unicorn tries to comfort her. "I'm having fun." She looks around the table, eyes lingering for a second on each of her friends. "*We* are having fun," she corrects herself.
>"Yeah, I know..." your princess answers. "Let's just keep going."
>You watch as the priestess expends the last of her healing spells on the most gravely injured prisoners.
>The bard cleans her face, wiping away the tears and filth, wearing a smile - you know she spoke up only because she trusted you.
"You don't fear death...?"
>"I fear it quite a bit," she answers sheepishly. "But I believe in you more."
>Some of the freed Ponies and Darkin approach, and you step back, knowing your work moments ago could not have erased your words earlier. You are not welcome - let the bard have her moment.
>They kneel before her, thanking her for her guidance. Offering to come with her, promising to die for her.
>You watch her shake her head sadly, gesturing to their families. You do not hear what she says, but you see its effect. Swiftly, they gather the freed prisoner and as many weapons as possible.
>With a final look to Mercury Flare, they leave, hurrying towards safety.
My body is ready.
My feels maybe not.
>You look to Existential Dredd.
"It is time, Assassin. Lead on."
>Unlike before, your party moves as noisily as possible, seeking to draw as many of the enemy to you as possible.
>The path is not easy - cultists frequently move to bar your path, sometimes launching attacks from ambush. A lucky spear grazes Durararog's head, blood flowing freely and blinding her in her left eye.
>Three tunnels later, a knife catches you in the leg, slipping between the plates of your armor where a larger blade would not.
>You do not pause, continuing to limp on through the tunnels. You feel the moon as begins to rise, coming closer and closer to it as the path slopes upward.
>"Careful..." Mint Julep warns. "I feel the presence of... something..."
>Existential Dredd's eyes widen and she slips into the shadows.
>You look around, trying to find what - THERE!
>A shade leaps from the darkness, knife held high.
>"Mine." Pinkie Pie lifts a hoof guiltily. "From our first attempt.
>An orange hoof comes shooting out of the shadows, moon-forged blade shining bright as it catches the shade in the chest mid-air.
>The monster falls, screaming blasphemous obscenities as Reavarii boil out of the side tunnels to cover its escape.
>"Bye, Fuchsia Wonder." Pinkie Pie waves sadly as Twilight removes the model.
>The next Reavarii attack almost succeeds - Mercury Flare will not fly again without the Sun's healing. After the battle, she returns to the spot she was wounded, staring at the scattered feathers and blood for long seconds.
>Mint Julep almost dooms you all then - her desire to heal the bard palpable. She steps forward, hesitantly, like she is not in control of her own body. She stops when the bard spits on the ground, on her own lost wings.
>"I didn't need them down here anyway," Mercury Flare says resolutely. "They just took up space."
>"She can just heal me after we beat the Lich," Rainbow Dash explains as you all try to pick your jaws up off the table.
"Damn, and I thought we'd finally made an honest roleplayer out of you."
>"I am pretty sure we did," Rarity responds, trying to wipe the tears from Pinkie Pie's face.
>The shade returns, almost claiming the barbarian - you move to intervene, but your injured leg gives out. But Durararog has heard your warning and turns, a killing blow becoming a grazing one.
>She fends off the attacker with Existential Dredd's help, but it escapes once more. You do your best to bandage the long gash in her side, but it is deep. Not fatally so, but... her movements are slowed. She may not turn so quickly next time.
>"Darn it, Twilight!" Applejack pounds a hoof on the table. "Are you trying to kill us all?"
>"I'm just doing my part," she answers, face dead.
>You slide slightly closer to hear, reaching for her hoof, hoping your actions are hidden by the table.
>She pulls her hoof back, out of your reach, and gives you an ugly glare that she doesn't bother to hide from your friends.
>The path continues upward - you can feel yourself nearing the surface. More and more frequently the areas you move through are dressed stone, not rough-hewn earth.
>The Reavarii make a last-ditch effort to stop your party in front of a massive door. Warding runes glimmer faintly in the dark of the tunnels, casting an odd bluish tint on the conflict. The assassin's luck finally runs out, her attempt to dodge a thrust spear a second too slow. It slides across her underbelly, cutting a shallow furrow though the flesh. She brings one forehoof down on the spear shaft, knocking it out of the Reavarii's grasp, and brings her knife around in a glittering arc to punch through the cultist's neck. She quickly reverses her grip and tears it free, continuing the motion in a smooth arc that slices through a second cultist's face.
>Once the screaming stops, only Mint Julep stands before the door uninjured. She looks first to Durararog, her white coat now mostly stained red, panting for breath yet unwilling to retreat. Then to Mercury Flare, who stares at the door in unrivaled rage, torn feathers plastered to her back with her own blood. Existential Dredd returns her look, nodding in determination even as she presses one forelimb to her belly to stop the bleeding.
>She doesn't look to you - she knows there is no one, not even the Moon, could stop you now.
>Not even your princess.
>"Do we have a plan...?" Pinkie Pie asks quietly, head down, pressing her snout to the table.
>"Die fabulously," Rarity states with certainty, hoof in the air. "Die with honor and ascent to the stars."
>You smile at that.
>Every head turns to you, curious. Everyone except Twilight. She looks away, pretending to double check her notes.
"I go in first."
>"Of course," Dash says with a shrug. "That's kinda obvious. You're the tank."
"Mint Julep next."
"As I see it, we have one hope."
>You put one hand on the door, preparing to shove it open.
>"But -" You don't let Mercury Flare finish the thought.
"But she is distracted, I know."
>You look back to your companions one last time.
"We will have to catch her attention."
>"But that's impossible!" Existential Dredd yells at you. "It won't work!"
>You smile down at her sadly, allowing her for the first time to see your face under your hood.
"Would you rather die without hope?"
>"Not really," she answers you.
"Then have faith."
"Mint Julep, we need the Moon to see us - use Midday Sun to burn a hole through the ceiling. It's shallow here - you should be able to make a large hole."
>She nods somberly.
"Then cast Lingering Warmth. We will need time to get Her attention - hopefully that spell will keep everyone alive through what is to come."
>"Just remember to stay close, Paladin - that spell has a short range."
>"And what of us?" Durararog asks, breathing still labored.
"Defend the priestess. All of you. Stay close to her."
>You take a deep breath, hold it for a second, and exhale. It's time to end this.
>You shove the door open.
>>"AND I think that's a good place to stop." Twilight says, closing her notes a little more loudly than normal
I think I know how it ends.However this shit pans out, writefriend, you done good. This has been the best green I've read on this board in ages.
Has anyone told NTT about this?
>"Don't do this," Twilight begs you, eyes shimmering with wetness.
>You stride into the room, doing your best to ignore the pain in your leg.
>Your sword flickers out, intercepting the first shade's blade and sending it spinning. You punch out with your free hand, knocking it back. Another comes at you from the left and you twist, driving it back with a wild swing. You bring that arm back quickly, slamming your elbow into a third's face. The one that ambushed you twice, you dully realize.
>Twilight rears up, bringing her forehooves down on the table, knocking down the DM screen and sending miniatures flying.
>"Please, Anon!" She screams. "Don't do this!"
>That's okay, you don't need the map anymore.
>A beam of heat shoots up from the priestess's hooves, burning through the ceiling in seconds. The cold light of the Moon shines down through the hole, illuminating the center of the room.
>"Please," she sobs. "Why would you do this? Haven't you been having fun with us?"
>You thrust forward with your sword, clearing the smallest of paths between the shades. You bodily shove your way forward, knocking them down. You can clearly see the bound fragment of the regrowing Lich on the far side of the room. It glows with evil menace.
>"Haven't you been having fun with *me*?"
"CAST THE NEXT SPELL, PRIESTESS!"
>"Not yet, you're too far away!"
"It's better that way. NOW CAST IT."
>You step into the pool of moonlight and pull back your hood.
>"Please..." You stand, putting your arms around her. "I don't want this story to end..."
>You look up to the night sky, to the Moon. Your sword falls from your limp hands, clanging sharply against the stone floor.
>"I don't want this to end..."
>You squeeze her tighter.
"I am sorry..."
>You rip your robes from your body, shredding them. Their magic is nullified - everyone can see you clearly now.
>She collapses in your arms, staining your shirt with her tears. She slams her eyes shut, trying to block out the pain.
"I am sorry, my love!"
>The shades gather around you, hesitant to step into the moonlight.
"I am sorry, Twilight, but..."
>You stroke her cheek softly.
"Look at me!"
>You scream your words into the sky.
"LOOK AT ME!"
>Twilight opens her eyes, just barely, just enough. You look deep into them.
"I AM TIRED OF THE LIES! I AM TIRED OF BEING ALONE!
>She flinches away from your gaze for a second, only a second. As much as she wants to crawl into her library, to get away from here, she can't keep herself from returning your look.
"I AM HERE, DO YOU SEE ME!"
>The light grows stronger, brighter.
>"We were having so much fun," she whispers. "I don't want the story to end..."
"CAST THE SPELL NOW, PRIESTESS!"
>"But you'll die!"
"IT'S BETTER THAT WAY!"
"Neither do I..."
>The light is blinding, but you stare up into it. You deserve the pain, after all the harm you've caused.
>"Then why...?" she tries to blink away her tears and fails.
"Can you think of a better way for this story to end?"
>Your clothing, your armor, burn away in the light, in the harsh gaze of the moon.
>"No..." she whispers quietly.
>You can see your goddess now, her face contorted in rage fueled by pain and loss.
"I RETURN TO YOU WHAT I STOLE, MY GODDESS!"
>Your skin begins to burn in the cold light.
>Twilight's eyes flare open wide.
>"How...?" she gasps.
"I return your love."
>You kiss Twilight.
>The room burns away in a flash of light as the second moon - your goddess's hoof - comes crashing down on you.
"How's that for an ending?"
>"How's that for an ending?"
>"So... did we survive?"
>Twilight's head turns sharply, like she had forgotten the others are here.
>"What?" She blinks in surprise.
>"Did we survive?" Rarity repeats.
>Twilight can only stare at her in surprise.
>"Mint Julep cast Lingering Warmth, which should stop us from suffering life-ending injuries," Rarity explains. "Did. We. Survive?"
>"Yes...?" Twilight answers uncertainly.
>"Then the story is not over, darling," Rarity informs her with a smile. "You were worried for nothing."
>She shoves the core rulebook over to your side of the table.
>"Roll up a new character, Anon," she says with a smile. "Our party has suddenly found itself short one."
Someone want to explain wtf is going on?
Tomorrow, I think. Writing any more tonight would be a mistake.
I keep trying to add more, but this ending is right. I need to step back before I fuck it up. Also have to reread it and see if there's any Chekhov's I forgot to resolve.
Thanks. My main source of confusion was who was speaking to whom, but reading it again seems to have cleared that up.
Thats definitely very clear.
Looking forward to it!
Twilight's setting had it that the goddess of the moon ( aka "the moon" ) had a hatred for a single person, whom she would smite. Anon exploited a common detail of the medium -giving his character a weakness in exchange for the ability to buy more skills and whatnot. One common weakness is to be hated by any powerful force. Anon chose "the moon." And because the goddess was specifically stated to be hating one person ready to smite him, and the game rules says she hates anon, that means anon is the one who stole from the moon. It's also commonly accepted for players to decide details of their backstory as they go along. Since anon's backstory is this setting's lore, he gets to decide parts of the lore, such as having the thing stolen from the moon be her heart. Paladin joins the moon in an enormous explosion as anon announces his love for purple smart. The rest of the party is temporarily invincible due to the cleric's spell, which was why it was such a big deal pinkie not turn that spell into healing instead. Twilight figured the plan out ahead of time, except for the love part, and was worried anon was killing his character off so that he could leave the campaign because he decided he didn't return her affections.
Thanks for reminding me of the missing details. Now it makes sense.
The action of the scene is pretty poorly described. We're given -- in broad strokes -- what the moon itself is doing and how it's impacting one particular character, but the rapid flipping between scenes and pacing skipped over a lot of clarity. Like what anyone else was doing, or how they were reacting, or what the scene even looked like to begin with.
And Twilight's emotional outburst isn't really explained either. I can guess to her emotional state based on the insecurities that have been at least somewhat developed, but her rapidly increasing distress isn't addressed by her dialogue or the narrative. We're watching a group of friends sit around a table while one is sobbing and screaming and the others are -- what? Casually announcing characters actions at her?
It reads like a cobbled together patchwork of climaxy elements and assumption. I get what's going on, but I'm not shown what's going on and I honestly don't know why a lot of it is going on. And none of this is subtext.
I think Twilight's emotional outburst is that she fears that anon will leave the gaming group, and her, after this campaign. Especially since they've made some headway into a new relationship. It's been hinted at that she's saddened by the fact that Anon keeps leaving and not staying with her so her fears are somewhat understandable.
>her fears are somewhat understandable
They made out while making nachos and he called himself her boyfriend soon after that. Her emotional outburst was a bit over the top and out of character, imo.
I think learning something about D&D through this story isn't really effective, neither culture-wise nor system-wise, because the "gaming culture" of a group heavily depends on the people you play with.
Also, if this was an actual representation of the D&D system, the story would go on like this:
>You grab the core rulebook and tap your fingers against it, wondering what kind of character to build next.
>Meanwhile the others continue with their game.
>Aredee is the first one to speak
>"So, how much xp do we get for defeating the evil lich?"
>Twilight looks at the ceiling in thought.
>"It should be enough for a level up."
>Everyone cheers and Twilight smirks.
>"You should be glad that I'm nice enough to give you experience for defeating the lich even though it was the gigantic explosion of divine wrath that defeated him."
>Rarity looks concerned.
>"How big was that explosion anyways?"
>"The prisoners were luckily already too far away to be affected, but it pretty much leveled the whole perimeter.
>As if through a miracle, your party has manged not to get buried beneath the rubble."
>Suddenly Aredee takes Pinkie's stone D20 and throws it at you.
"Ow, what the fuck Aredee!?"
>"ANON, YOU DUMB FUCK, NOW WE'RE NOT GETTING ANY TREASURE!"
Well, that's the thing. I've heard of D&D before but actually got interested in it after this green. And the gamefinder thread was full of shitposting and nobody wanting to be a GM.
Drew a thing. Somehow I was thinking Durararog was a stallion, but skimming again she's not. OH WELL.
>Drew a thing. Somehow I was thinking Durararog was a stallion, but skimming again she's not.
Don't worry mate. I thought the same thing too. But aside from that, Nice job.
Secret to barbarian rages? Fashion faux pas.
I like this. Had to make a few adjustment to my plan.
Thanks for the art.
I wrote the damn thing and I kept think of Durararog as a stallion too, so I might just have to change it when I go back through and edit this mess.
>Pinkie Pie's eyes grow wide as she walks away from the castle.
>"I... I forgot something back -"
>"Nope!" Applejack loops one foreleg around her withers.
>"Not a chance," Rainbow Dash smirks as she wraps one of hers around the pink pony's neck.
>"We slipped out for a reason, darling." Rarity grins mischievously - not an expression anyone would expect from such a proper mare.
>"No! Really!" Pinkie yells at her friends. "I should go back!"
>Her friends continue to drag her away, her protesting hooves digging deep channels in the soil.
>"Look, sugercube, I know you wanted to keep playing," Applejack says sympathetically to her friend. "Heck, I wanted to see how much experience we got."
>"And *I* wanted to see what kind of loot we -" the pegasus cuts off suddenly.
>"What kind of loot we...?" Rarity stops, gasping.
>Applejack peers at them suspiciously.
>"What's wrong with you two?"
>"WE AREN'T GOING TO GET ANY TREASURE!" they wail in unison, the sheer volume stunning the orange pony.
>Pinkie Pie looks to her friends briefly, eyes darting from shocked face to shocked face. She slowly slips free of their grasp. With one last look at them, she dashes off, giggling, leaving her three friends standing shocked in the street.
>we aren't going to get any treasure!
Ah now there's the marshmellow love for shinies. Based writefag.
also whenever you mentioned the suns mercy in these threads, this image kept popping up in my head. Thanks for that.
>You try to calm your pounding heart - unable to believe you just did that. You know that you released Twilight at some point - she said something about needing to clean herself up.
>Your friends are probably gone - you don't see them anywhere. You think you remember applause... but really, was your speech *that* good? Your right hand stings - you stare at it for a second. Did Aredee high-hoof you? You vaguely remember Rarity said something about you and Twilight being a thing for months - you think you corrected her... but you're not really sure. You do remember the embarrassed look on her face.
>You're really can't believe you did that.
>Just... Twilight had taken things worse than you expected, and you remember playing it up more and more, trying to match her emotional level.
Hurry up writefag. I need your text inside me now !
>Why do you always have to go so far? At least this time she was crying tears of joy at the end, right? Right? You should check.
>You should check on her. You're already at the foot of the stairs, one foot on the first step.
>It's been too long, she should have come back down by now. Something's wrong.
>You take a step towards the library - it's where she always goes when something's wrong. You put your hand on the door, take a deep breath, hold it for a second, and exhale.
>You slowly push the door open.
>It's the wrong room - you went to the wrong room. This is her bedroom, not the library.
>And yet... there she is, laying on her bed, facing away from you.
>She's not in the library - you sigh in relief. Everything is okay.
>You realize you are holding something. Why are you holding the core rulebook? You should be holding your Twilight Sparkle.
>The book falls from your limp hands.
>It hits the floor with a dull thud.
>She twists her head back at the noise, looking at you with a soft smile.
>"What took you so long?"
>You pull off your jacket, throwing it at a nearby chair.
>You take a step toward the bed, followed by another.
"I was just... in shock."
>"That's not what I meant," she says, ducking her head. "I'm not talking about tonight, about right now."
>You reach out with your left hand, running it up one of her hind legs. The feel of her warm coat under your fingers is comforting. Inviting.
"I couldn't admit to myself that anyone could even care about me."
>"I care about you..."
"How could I believe you - you of all ponies - could love me?"
>"How could you ever doubt it?"
>You move to climb into the bed with her, but your princess shakes her head.
>"I want to feel *you*."
>You pull off your shirt, continuing with the rest of your clothes when her expression never waivers.
>Twilight smiles, her face filled with love and desire. She lifts the blanket and you slip under it.
>She squeaks when you put one arm around her and pull her against you. Her velvet coat feels so soft pressed against your chest.
>It feels even better when she relaxes her tensed muscles, her body settling into you, fitting your arm perfectly.
>Her body seems longer somehow, her shoulders and hips almost even with yours. As she shifts slightly, rubbing her back across your torso, you realize she's stretching herself, trying to maximize the contact between the two of you.
>She brings a foreleg up, wrapping it around your arm and tucking her hoof into your hand. Her head comes around, nuzzling yours. You take the opportunity to kiss her again.
>All these dub dubs
Joking and snakes aside, good shit writefag. Sitting on the edge of my seat.
>She stares into your eyes for long seconds.
>"Turn off the light, Anon?"
>Reluctantly you release her and twist, blindly grabbing for the lamp on her nightstand. You can't seem to find it - turning over completely after three or four tries.
>That... that wasn't there...
>Your bag sits - partially open - on the chair you threw your jacket at. It lurches forward, as if pushed, and out tumbles a small wrapped package.
>You don't recognize it, but you recognize what it is.
>Only a paperback book is that size.
"Thank you, Ponk."
>You mouth the words without noise.
>But there's no way you're leaving Twilight's bed now - you'll get in the morning.
>Your princess whines slightly - she misses your presence. You switch off the lamp and turn back to Twilight, putting your arm back around her.
>She moans slightly, happy to have you back.
>You can still see her by the pale light of the stars.
>"Do you want waffles in the morning...?"
>She turns in your arm until she is wholly facing you. Her face to yours, her chest to yours, her -
>"That was a nasty thing you did earlier," she smiles lewdly at you. "You'll have to earn them."
>Only a paperback book is that size
I need to know what it is.
Also depicting mfw I have to wait for continuation.
>You wake to the gentle touch of the sun and the sweet smell of waffles.
>Damn, you meant to be up before her.
>You roll over, glancing at the chair - the book is still there, still wrapped. You have your suspicions...
>The waffles smell almost done - you should get up. You stand, resolving to pull on some clothes - the bare minimum to make you feel decent.
>You walk over to the chair - to pull fresh clothes from your bag - but your hand drifts to the book.
>You have to know.
>Carefully, you peel away a bit of the wrapping - as you suspected, the binding isn't Equestrian - it's much too neat, too smooth. But worn.
>You tear away a little more, revealing part of the cover - that familiar red dragon. You spent so much of your childhood in this world - your eyes drift to your jacket, to the lump where Twilight's book still sits.
>You know why Pinkie Pie gave you this, and what you're supposed to do with it.
>You tear the rest of the wrapping from the book - you have a feeling it was wrapped for your benefit anyway.
>After pulling on some boxers and a shirt, you head downstairs, only pausing to pull Twilight's book from your jacket pocket. You have a feeling that your princess won't be up for much conversation over breakfast.
>You sit at the table - miraculously clean of all gaming paraphernalia. Either Twilight got up much earlier than you, or...
>"You're sitting, right?" Twilight yells out from the kitchen.
>You put her book in front of you, sliding yours across the table to her place.
>As she comes out of the kitchen, you can't help but notice she cooked triple servings after all. Either she was joking about the game or... or she really enjoyed what happened after.
>She sets your plate in front of you, putting hers right beside you and snuggling up to your side. Damn she didn't notice -
>Her horn shines as she brings your book over to her.
>- oh, she just had priorities. You smile, never imagining that cuddles with you would rate higher than a new book.
>"What's this?" she asks, sitting up.
>You don't answer, simply holding up her book.
>She looks back to yours, eyes sparkling with a new appreciation. She studies the cover front and back several times.
>"Did you pick this book because of the title...?"
>You can't resist teasing her.
"I *really* like dragons."
>She sticks her tongue out at you, opening the book to the first page. She slumps over, snuggling into you - your princess lacks the focus to read, eat, *and* resist the urge to cuddle.
>You open hers, continuing from where you left off.
>Hopefully, Pinkie can get the rest of that series for you. They may not be the *best* novels, you'll readily admit, but they were important. To you at least. Like Twilight and her book, you don't know how many times you've read it.
>And it's not like the story ends with Dragons of Autumn Twilight. Like this story, there is so much more.
And that's the ends for now.
and cuddling, cant forget cuddling.
you are the best writefag.
and that's the end for now
Still the best writefag.
I really enjoyed your story, it had a lot of emotional up and down and the adventure was fun as fuck.
I really hope you will continue to write, it was a highlight for me to wake up every morning to more of your stuff!
I can't believe I've been following this story for, what has it been now, 3 or 4 nights? Ponies playing table top RPG's, this is some inception level nerdom going on here.
I'm afraid I lack for any constructive feedback, I just wanted to say thank you for the ride.
Thank you writefriend, thank you. This has been one of the more memorable and enjoyable stories in a long while. Cute, well written and with characters that act like real friends act. I hope that you keep writing as I'd love to read more from you.
To the Anon who edited http://mulpwiki.org/index.php/Twilight_Game_Night
Please remember that the categories belong to the bottom of the page, so any additional information goes ABOVE of the categories.
Once the writefag releases the edited version of his story, I'll also put the article up to date.
I also removed the butt edits. I'll interpret it as a way of testing my attentiveness, but please don't do that again!
Amazing tale writefriend. Great characterization (you made me believe that ponk can actually be a character again), believable plot with coherent arcs, cuteness and feels abound, and then the sledge hammer of nostalgia with Dragonlance at the end. This is the best green I have seen on this board in quite some time. Congratulations, and good luck on your future endeavors.
Happy to see Dragonlance was the right choice.
Berry Punch's story will start in a day or two. Have a general idea - a few specific jokes and events in mind. Thinking of Anon running a one-shot of Deathwatch, just so Trixie can be a bitch about humans being wusses when she finds out there's a librarian class. Also Lyra having a handgasm
and getting really depressed every time she has to break character. But the important part is it should be a one-shot and Twilight isn't running it.
Much of this story came from suggestions or comments made by anon. Anon thinks Paladin is acting out of character? Oh fuck, he is. Gotta spin this. Anon thinks I should shut up about what's in the bag - yeah, that shit should wait for the epilogue. Anon hasn't led this story astray yet, so... suggestions/demands for Berry Punch's tale?
Thank you writefag for your wonderful story.
>"Congratulations anon ! You found the great and powerful blade of purple alicorn slaying! Also your party looted 230 Trix from the bodies of the Twiblins."
I'm voting Anon for DM. He's gotta have some crazy shit in his back pocket, plus you could throw in some fun pop culture references for laughs.
Army of Darkness campaign, Ash as DMPC
Make her an Ultramarine with maxed Command and play her Ward-style! She won't even have to rp!
>"Tremble heretics, for the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie is here to dispense justice!"
>"In the Emperor's name, right?"
>"What? The GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie cannot hear you over the sound of how GREAT and POWERFUL she is."
Think I read an old story where one of the characters was Trixie learning how to use the warp from a Thousand Son sorcerer. Wasn't the main focus of the story, but had some fun with her as a troublesome student.
That's a lot of work, considering some may want it as a one off adventure or a full blow campaign. What system would it be ran in?
Honestly, I would probably run it in 13th age. Although 5th edition came out and I've heard it's awesome so idk which would be best.
Fluttershy as a Space Wolf Rune Priest
>"Oh good. I was beginning to worry this game didn't have healers. He sounds nice and fuzzy. I also get a pet wolf? Yay."
Lyra as Iron Hands Techmarine
>"Do you even have to ask, Anon?"
Twilight as Blood Ravens Librarian
>"Librarian. Yes, Anon. Librarian. Did you really expect me to pick anything else? And he's a Blood Raven. What? Why are you laughing? It's a perfectly valid choice!"
Trixie as Ultramarine Librarian
>"Yes, I know the party already has a Librarian. Now it has a *good* one. Better than hers, anyway."
Cheerilee as Raptors Tactical Marine
>"Seriously girls? Everyone went with a support class? Someone has to make some logical choices or we're going to fucking wipe in the first five minutes."
Berry Punch as Dark Angel Devastator
>"I guess that leaves all the heavy lifting to me. Don't worry, I'm used to it."
>She looks up from her book - Dragons of Winter Night. You've got to find out how Pinkie Pie is getting these.
"Remember when we ran into Cheerilee at the market?"
>"Yes..." She almost frowns at that. Almost, not quite.
"I saw her again, while I was out today."
>There it goes, the corners of her mouth starting to drag downward.
>"And she wants to know if you can play in her game this week?"
>You never did get back to your friend about her invitation. Things have been kind of... hectic. Messy. Fun.
"Kind of. Actually, she heard about *your* game."
>Twilight's eyes light up, her frown disappears.
>"And she wants me to run a campaign for her?" your little princess all-but shouts with joy.
>You don't know how to say this without getting smacked.
"She asked me to run something."
>You flinch away from Twilight, covering your head with your arms. It's not that she has a temper or anything - you're not worried about ending up on COPS! EQUESTRIA! or whatever they have here. But she can be a bit of a control fr-
>"Sounds fun," she smiles at you. "What do you think you will run?"
"That... depends. There's a system I really liked, and I have all the books on The Device..."
>She bolts upright, standing on her chair, eyes wide open.
>"There are books on The Device?" She looks hurt, like you've been keeping secret treasures hidden from her. Hell, from her point of view you guess you have.
"Is there any way you could copy them?"
>You wave your hand around in the air like it's holding a wand.
"You know, magic them out of there?"
>"I... hrmmm..." She puts a hoof to her chin, deep in thought. "Maybe. I'll have to do some research..."
"But it's possible?"
>"I think so. A standard text duplication spell should be able to copy the information into a blank book." She gives you a weak smile. "Maybe."
"Think you can give it a try?"
>She puts a hoof on your arm.
>"For you, anything."
"Game night is tomorrow."
>>She bolts upright, standing on her chair, eyes wide open.
>>"There are books on The Device?"
Now you've fucked up.
>She pulls her hoof back sharply.
>"That's pushing it."
"I thought you said 'anything'..."
>"And I thought you said you loved me. But apparently..."
"You can play!"
>"And that's incentive because...?" She looks at you curiously.
"Because you can play a librarian!"
>That went easier than you expected, though you have been exiled from the library while Twilight works.
>You lean back in the couch, reading yet another of Twilight's Burrows and Basilisks novels - they're not bad. Not great, but... you know.
>Huh, wind must be blowing harder than you thought out there. You look over to the window - no, the trees are standing perfectly still. It wasn't them hitting anything...
>Eh, must be imagining it. You go back to reading.
>Okaaaaaaay, you weren't imagining it. You look around the room, but see nothing. It couldn't be someone at the door... right?
>"Oh Twilight? Twilight Sparkle? Are you home?"
>Craaaaaaaaaaaaap. You bolt out of the couch, running for the front door.
>The visitor barely whispers your name, but you still hear it through the door. You reach for the handle and pull the door open.
>"Anon? Are you -" Fluttershy's sad eyes pop open wide and she blushes as she sees you. "Oh, hello Anon." She ducks her head. "I guess they weren't just rumors..."
>She takes a few steps backwards, like she's trying to leave.
>Oh god damn it Fluttershy.
"Come here, get in here."
>You wave her inside, knowing she would never step hoof inside unless you insisted. She hesitantly takes her first step inside.
"See? It doesn't bite."
>Fluttershy gives you a slight smile, like she doesn't believe you but she's willing to pretend. Her second hoof crosses the threshold. She hesitates again.
>With a sigh, you drop to one knee.
>Her eyes dart from side to side, like she's looking for a trap. Oh, such a silly pony.
>It's in plain sight.
>You tackle her as she lifts her hoof for the next step.
Well, she saw them make out the previous night... maybe the rumors are that they're living together now or something? Or maybe she just assumed that they were *really* getting into their roles or something?
>Fluttershy rolls over as she falls, hooves flailing wildly in the air.
>"Please don't tickle me!" she screams, as softly as politely as you can imagine someone screaming. Too late. She laughs as your fingers dance over her belly.
>You turn just enough to see your marefriend standing behind you.
>"Am I interrupting something?" Twilight asks, mouth drawn in a thin line.
"Yes, I'm tickling Flutt... ooooof."
>While your attention is split, one of Fluttershy's hooves catches you in the chest, knocking you onto your back. Twilight's face looms over you, grinning.
"I might have deserved that..."
>"Oh, I'm sorry!" Fluttershy rights herself, looking at you with concern. "Are you okay...?"
>"Yeah, you did," Twilight answers you, ignoring her friend. She dips her head, kissing you gently.
>Fluttershy squeeks, and both of your heads swivel to face her.
>"I knew Applejack couldn't possibly have been lying, but still..." she shuffles her hooves nervously. "So, it's true...?"
>"That we're dating?"
"That we're basically living together?"
>"That we're -"
"She doesn't need to know that."
>"You don't need to know that."
>"I don't want to know that!" Fluttershy yells, shaking her head.
"But yes, Flutterbutter. Whatever you've heard, yes."
>"Oh!" Her eyes light up. "So everyone *did* have fun?"
"Okay, maybe I should have clarified things. I'm only sleeping -"
"- dating one mare -"
>"I MEANT THE GAME!" Fluttershy screams in panic.
"Oh. Yeah. Everyone had fun with that."
>You look to Twilight for confirmation.
>"Mhm." Your little princess nods in agreement. "It was great. Can't wait for the next session."
>Fluttershy exhales in relief - you suspect she was holding that breath to power her next desperate scream.
>"Speaking of the next session..." she softly hints.
>"Yes, Fluttershy, Twilight smiles. "We would love to have you back."
>"Really...?" the pegasus' eyes sparkle with excitement. "When is the next -"
>"Not for three weeks," Twilight answers, anticipating the question.
>"Oh." Fluttershy's head drops.
>From your vantage point on the floor, you can see the disappointment on her face. As fun as she is to tease, you do hate to see her sad.
>She tilts her head up slightly, just enough to see you through her pink mane.
"I've got a thing tomorrow night, if you're free."
>Her ears perk up in interest.
"It's just a one-shot, but you might like it..."
>Watching her try to roleplay this will be worth all the hassle.
>"Burrows and Basilisks?" she asks hopefully.
>"That..." she hesitates for a second, trying to think of a nice way to say it "... that doesn't sound very nice..."
"It's a great game."
>"...I don't know..."
"Your character can have a pet wolf..."
>You wiggle your eyebrows at her in a manner *most* convincing.
>It might have been the wolf that convinced her, but you're pretty sure it's the eyebrows. Forget friendship - *these* things are magic.
end for tonight
Holy crap, there's art of Fluttershy with a Space Wolf! Couldn't find any of her *as* one, though. Might have to fix that.
>>"Oh!" Her eyes light up. "So everyone *did* have fun?"
>"Okay, maybe I should have clarified things. I'm only sleeping -"
>"- dating one mare -"
>>"I MEANT THE GAME!" Fluttershy screams in panic.
Damn, now I kind of want to write something like this with Anon as the Dungeon Master based on a real story.
The real story even includes a Rainbow Dash-like player, except that he's even more couragous.
One of his greatest moments (that's not in the story) would be:
>The party fights some giants on a 20ft high wall
>They kill all the giants, more appear out of a building
>"Can I charge them?"
"You're standing on top of a wll, so unless you can fly, the answer is no."
"However, there's a staircase that would allow you to attack the giants next round."
>"I jump off the wall to attack the giants."
"Are you sure?"
"You jump off the wall and take <dice roll> 7 points of falling damage."
"You are now prone in front of the giants."
"You still have a standart action left, would you like to do something?"
>"I stand up."
"The giants attack you with their clubs."
>It's now another player's turn.
>"Oh shit, <name left out>, let me help you."
>The other player also jumps off the wall.
>The giants kill both of them.
The sad part is that the first player has more than three years of experience, but he's shown time and again that he's highly resistant to learning.
>"Well, actually Anon..." Twilight shuffles her hooves around nervously. "I think Fluttershy might be right. I read a little bit of it..."
>Translation - she read all of it.
>"... and it really doesn't sound like a nice setting." She grimaces at you. "To start with... you play a fanatical super-soldier designed purely for killing anything and everything that is even the slightest bit different. Your country is engaged in not just one but multiple xenocidal military crusades run by fools, madmen or both. You give unlimited power to omnicidal maniacs and then praise them when they start blowing up planets! PLANETS! Every species is doomed, there are no good guys, and your galaxy faces invasion by what I can only assume are galactic parasprites! And your god - who by the way sounds like he as a horrible person - is dead. Why would you ever want to play this?"
>You reach up to her from the floor, wrapping both of your arms around her neck.
"Twilight, I love you, I really do."
>You pause for a second as she smiles down at you.
"But you're talking heresy."
>"Twilight, I love you, I really do."
>>You puase for a second as she smiles down at you.
>"But you're talking heresy."
There's only one course of action.
Had a hearty kek about it.
>not letting your players go fucking straight up god of war by letting them jump on the giants letting them roll for acrobats to transfer the damage to the giants, and let them stab n shit, at the giants while clinging to them
Dude, sometimes players just need to be reminded of what they can and can't do. If you tell them they can jump off the wall, you can also tell them they can jump attack feat them.
>She rolls her eyes and pulls free of you.
>"Don't even get me started on that," Twilight scoffs. "I don't even know how many times I read that word, and almost every single time it was used wrong! Usually it was talking about *blasphemy*!"
"Careful Twilight, you're straying into double heresy territory."
>Out of the corner of your eye, you see Fluttershy trying to sneak off - you need to do something to convince the two or you'll be stuck running another B&B game.
"And I thought you liked tragic stories."
>"What does that have to do with this?"
"The darker the setting, the brighter the heroes."
>Your marefriend remains obviously unconvinced.
"Humanity is beset on all sides by the heretic, the alien and the daemon. Would you leave them undefended?"
>"Ugh..." she groans. "It just takes itself too seriously. OH NO DOOM." She exaggeratedly rattles her head around.
Is it wrong to look at W40k as a joke setting? In the sense that it's tongue-in-cheek humor, rather than completely serious? I just can't take it seriously with Squats, or Ciaphas Cain
HERO OF THE IMPERIUMrunning around. And don't even get me started on some of the Eldar color schemes.
It's all about context yeah?
It can work as a dark and gritty "everything is bad" setting.
It can also be a ridiculous parody of itself.
It just depends on what you want out of it.
If you don't like it enough to take it as it is well that's fine as long as you don't try to force it on anyone that does.
Although I wouldn't make fun of the Eldar colour choices. On of their still living gods is literally The Terrifying Chessmaster Murder Clown.
With a god like that space elves can do whatever the fuck they want.
Anyone who takes it seriously is missing the point. Anyone who fails to take it seriously is also missing the point. Ciaphas Cain
HERO OF THE IMPERIUMis the perfect blend.
Yes - but both actual clop and the jokes about Twilight needing to buy more sheets because Anon is tired of washing them every day seemed... out of place.
"That's kind of the appeal of it..."
>You hesitate for a second, trying to think of a good example.
"Remember... remember when Pinkie Pie tried dual-wielding touch spells?"
>She nods, still looking skeptical.
"You thought it was kind of badass, right?"
>"Well of course. Because it was."
"That's what a game of Deathwatch is when it's played right - a long string of badass deeds, one after another, set against the darkest backdrop possible."
>Twilight snorts derisively.
>"Wouldn't that get boring in the long term?" She holds her forehooves up in mock terror. "OH NO YET ANOTHER UNDEFEATABLE BEAST I ROLL TO PUNCH GIVE ME XP."
>Even Fluttershy giggles at that. Well, at least she's not terrified anymore.
"Yes, but... this is a one-shot game. There is no long term."
>You give her a sly smile, made not very convincing by your position prone on the floor.
"Surely you can't get bored in a single night, can you?"
>"Well... I guess I can give it a try." She leans down and nuzzles your face. "But you owe me."
"I'm sure you'll think of something soon. What about you, Fluttershy?"
>She ducks back, embarrassed to be the center of attention while you and Twilight are being... affectionate.
>"Well, I guess I could give it a try..." she tells you, though she still looks concerned. "There are healers, right...? I don't *want* to play an omnicidal maniac."
"Oh yeah, there are several healer classes to choose from."
>"I guess... I guess I could give it a try." She tries to smile at you through her mane.
Yes - but both actual clop and the jokes about Twilight needing to buy more sheets because Anon is tired of washing them every day seemed... out of place.
I'm fine with no clop. I just kept getting the impression they just cuddled and made out with Anon being naked. Nude make-out can be hotter than sex some times.
I'm not saying the color schemes are bad.
I'm just saying I wouldn't want to be caught wearing some of them.
I don't know why so many people make Pony marine armies. Wouldn't Eldar be a better choice to ponify?
It can be rather silly at times, but take a look at shit like the Horus Heresy books. A lot more serious, none of the ridiculousness, the SUPAH STRONK SPASS MUHREENS are actually humanized, shown to have numerous fatal flaws, even bending to the will of the warp before the chaos gods really took form and holy shit, there are just really, really fucking dark moments where you have to take breaks from it because otherwise it becomes overwhelming.
The Eldar are also shown and despite some of the comical shit surrounding them, they actually sound pretty cool in the books and there are moments where you can tell that there are many of them that don't want to war on humans, but they know that the warp has already taken root in the hearts of many of their leaders.
Definitely good reads and are examples of when the writing was still good.
I've read some of the Horus Heresy, and I'm looking into getting more of the books at the moment. It somewhat depends on what time period you're looking at, I suppose. W40k used to have an 80s power metal feel to it, but now grimdark more accurately describes it, Cain excepted.
Things started going downhill when GW no longer had an "official" band.
"Don't give me that look..."
>"Sorry..." She hides her face behind a foreleg.
"You'll enjoy it, I promise. You too, Twi. Though..."
>"Though...?" she looks at you questioningly, putting a hoof on your chest.
"I did tell you who's in the group, right?"
>"Well, Cheerilee I know. And I assume Lyra, since she's always looking for an excuse to hang out with you." She pauses for a second. "That mare gives me the creeps," she adds with a slight shiver.
>"I think she's nice..." Oh, Fluttershy is still here.
"Also Berry Punch. And..."
>You brace for impact.
end for tonight
I am more psyched than I really should be for having Trixie in this fic.
Writefriends characterizations are awesome and I can't wait to see the shit talking between Trixie and Twilight.
"If you know both yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles without a single loss. The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy, but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him."
"With combat knife, boltgun, and grenade, the Space Marine shall assail his foe. The chainsword is the will of the Space Marine made manifest. The Space Marine shall master all weapons, and all battlefields. When harried, the Space Marine shall drive his enemies back. The Space Marine will never know defeat."
>"You're going to let that... that..." Twilight stumbles around, searching for the right word. "... that HERETIC play?"
>You can't help but laugh at her choice of insult.
"Are you sure that's the right word?"
I can't wait for Trixie to argue with Twi.
"No Trixie. for the last time, we are not going to kill Twilight"
>"But Trixie is sure she is possessed ! She saw it with her own eyes ! She's an agent of Tzeentch!"
>"I am not !"
>"You are ! And Trixie is going to prove it!"
"Trixie please ... Just stop."
>"Hey!" She stomps lightly on your chest. "You're the one telling me I should stop swearing!"
>Giggling. Fluttershy is giggling at you. Well, now that you've hit rock bottom...
>"Besides, it seems like a nice catch-all... even if it's used wrong."
>Great, now she's going to be going down mainstreet yelling "Heretic!" over and over, every time someone gets in her way or looks at you wrong. You feel so proud of her. So very, very proud.
"So can you do it?"
>"Play with Trixie?" she replies with a sneer.
"I meant copy the books, but yes - that too."
>She sighs and steps back, off of your chest. "I've already done it."
"The book or Trixie?"
>"Both," she answers slowly. "We kinda... tried her as a replacement for you..."
>That... stings. Right in the pride.
"Even after what she did?"
>You really can't believe your friends had invited her back - not after what happened the first time she played with you. It was the last time - and the last time Twilight Sparkle ever let someone else DM.
>Seriously, who creates her own setting where everything is named after herself?
>tfw writefag implemented your idea
>>21402872in the story
It was a damn good idea and I would have been a fool to not include it in some fashion.
>She looks away from you, unable to meet your gaze any longer.
>"Trixie really isn't any worse than you..." she says hesitantly, afraid of what you will say.
>"Oh Celestia, did you fuck her too!?"
>"DAMN IT FLUTTERSHY!" Twilight spins sharply, thrusting a hoof at her friend. "WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT?"
"Well... did you?"
>"NO!" your marefriend roars in frustration.
>Fluttershy squeeks in fear - sometimes you wonder if her coat is actually white and.. well...
"So, how was she?"
>"I told you!" Twilight screams in your face. "I didn't sle-"
"As a player! I meant as a player!"
>You scurry away quickly, hiding behind Fluttershy while your marefriend stands shocked.
>"She wasn't *that* bad..." the pegasus whispers as you pass her.
>"Oh Celestia, did you fuck her too!?"
I love your characterizations.
"Then why didn't she stick around?"
>"Well..." Fluttershy has to think about it for a while - this damn mare can't say a bad thing about anypony, even if it's true. "You know how she is - starts off a little... just a smidgen... forceful every time." Fluttershy shrugs, hoping to lessen the impact of her overly hurtful words.
>You, meanwhile, are trying to figure out just what her vaguely neutral nonsense means, and failing.
"Could you put that in firmer terms?"
>Fluttershy frowns, but she knows that sometimes she has to spell things out for your primitive ape brain.
>"Trixie's always a bitch," Twilight cuts in, waving aside your comments before you can complain about her language."Eventually someone puts her in her place and she acts nice, so we invite her back thinking that she has learned something." Twilight takes a few steps towards you, shakes her head sadly. "But then it happens all over again. Like she's a character in some poorly written book, never showing any development."
>"So... eventually..." Fluttershy turns away in embarrassment "... we stopped inviting her..."
>Well, that explains why Trixie showed up at Cheerilee's two months ago, her faced stained heavily with tears.
>Amongst Ponyville's gaming community, her place has a reputation as a haven for outcast souls - first Berry Punch, then you, and finally Trixie. Others came and went, but you three...
"I don't know why you hate her so much."
>Twilight pulls back again, shocked at your statement.
>"Well, you've played with her - you must know what I mean." Twilight leans forward pleadingly. "You argued with her the most that night. How can you not understand?"
"So she can get a little competitive - no worse than Rainbow Dash."
>"Maybe Trixie acts differently when it's just you around," Fluttershy suggests helpfully, trying to bring peace between the two of you.
>She might have a point - Trixie was far more subdued at Cheerilee's place. She hadn't even hit on you once, unlike when she played with you and Twilight. That was... weird.
>Trixie never displayed any interest in you before or after that night... only...
"Trixie, give this book to Twilight. Now Twilight, tell Trixie she's your hero. Sweet, double orgasm. We good here now? Yeah, we good here."
>This conversation is going to go nowhere nice. You stand, using the table to pull yourself up. With a soft pat on Fluttershy's head - always thank your cover - you begin to walk away, heading up the stairs.
>"Hey, were are you going?" Twilight yells after you. "This isn't over!"
"Yes, it is."
>Her jaw drops as she lets out a pained grunt. Fluttershy whines, trying to pull herself into the background even further. Oh damn it, how could you say that to her?
>You sigh, crossing over to her and kneeling in front of her, your forehead to hers. Well as close as you can manage thanks to that horn of hers.
"I may not like Trixie, empathize with her. Enough to call her my friend."
>>"Hey, were are you going?" Twilight yells after you. "This isn't over!"
>"Yes, it is."
Holy shit. Anon finally found his balls.
Ignore that last line - left out a couple key words.
"I may not like Trixie, but I empathize with her. Enough to call her my friend."
>Twilight's eyes begin to narrow and she tries to take a step back. Tries - you put your arm around her neck, stopping her.
"But she isn't worth our first fight as a couple."
>You run your other hand through her mane comfortingly.
"I didn't sneak around to spend time alone with *her*. I didn't cancel plans with my friends to hang out with *her*. And after the game, I won't be coming home and snuggling up to *her*."
>"You might not be snuggling up to *me* either," she snorts in your ear. Fine. You release her, pushing yourself away from her slightly.
"I can't believe you."
Twi probably thinks Anon is cheating on her already. Or just wants her as another lay.
Did not need that image of feels right now.
>You really can't - why does she want to fight about this? Why is this such a big deal to her? You stand, taking a step backwards. Twilight must see the confusion and pain in your body language, because her expression softens to one of concern. She instinctively follows, not letting the distance between you grow.
>"Do you know how many chances I've given her?" she asks, trying to understand your position.
>You take another step back.
"That doesn't matter."
>"Why wouldn't it!?"
"Because *she* doesn't matter!"
>Twilight... doesn't follow you this time, rooted to the floor. Her head drops.
>"Do you promise...?"
>You half-turn, still looking back to her.
"Twilight, I promised I would never leave you, but that doesn't mean you have to come with me. Not if you hate it - her - so much."
>"I... I..." she doesn't look up, even as you put your foot on the first step.
"Now come on -"
>Her head comes up fractionally, just enough to see your hands. Not your face - she won't meet your eyes. No matter how long you draw out this pause.
"Come on Twilight."
>You gesture for her to join you - she instinctively takes a step forward.
"I would appreciate it if you could show me where you put the book."
>She takes another hesitant step towards you.
>"Go on, Twilight," Fluttershy encourages. She's still here!? "I can see myself out..."
>She pauses at the door, looking back over her wing to you.
>"Tomorrow night at Cheerilee's, right?" the pegasus asks. "What time should I arrive?"
I need to get the breaks fixed before someone dies.
>"I'll be there," Fluttershy tells you with a shy smile. Thank the gods - you don't know if she's just doing this out of pity, but it will make dealing with your marefriend's insecurities easier.
>You pat your thigh as the door shuts, causing Twilight to look up to you - finally meeting your eyes. You gesture upstairs with your head.
"Come on, Twilight."
>She breaks eye contact, but still joins you on the stairs - they are wide enough to allow both of you to ascend side by side.
>Your hand moves outward, patting her head as you climb the stairs.
"We really need to talk about your self-esteem problems."
>"Really, Anon? I have no idea what you're talking about." She tries to step away, but the stairs are too narrow for that. "I don't have self-esteem problems."
>You look down to her. Does she really believe -
>Yes, she does - she does not flinch away from your look, eyes full of conviction.
>No wonder she can't see Trixie's problems - she can't even see her own.
end for tonight
You can be a damn tease, you know that?
I fucking love you based writefriend.
Have pic related.
Praise the Emperor for his sacrifice,
as He endures so shall we.
We who are Hunters of Daemons,
shall strive in his name eternally.
Hint: Be prepared for fucking mages. I only tried to run SR once and hat a trapload of mono-wire and shit.
Then the group mage summoned a water spirit and cleared everything in seconds.
Also you need to think a lot about security, matrix and magic and shit, SR is a lot more to prepare than some other P&Ps
Put Neuromancer, The Laughing Cafe, and any Forgotten Realms book into a blender. Mix on high until mostly smooth. Some chunks are okay. Put in the fridge until it's super cool. Serve ungarnished in a high ball.
Serves: 4 to 6 adults
you think so? i particularly enjoy creating new characters, especially with SR4s karma system.
A character who has 16 dice on a headshot while his eyes are closed is hilarious and SR5 has a lot of funny holes for OP as fuck characters
well while that one is funny, SR has a lot of Racism, in earlier version you had to rule for racism on every person you fucking encounter.
Now its just some gangs and shit, and elves are not hated as much as other races.
But should an elf somehow find out that you are a human trying to be an elf you are more worthless to him then a turd
>worshipping a dead emperor
>believing he can protect you
You fools and your false imperium
Make war upon the imperium of man? What is it you think the legions have been doing for the last 10,000 years? War does not end with a single victory or a single planet. It is an eternal creature that outlives men and their tiny triumphs.
The sons of Angron shall bring death to the false emperor. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
Your days are numbered heretic!
Your kind can't even sucessfully invade a world filled with imperial soldiers, how do you think you will stand a chance against the might of the Ordo Malleus?
>tfw no chaos bros to back me up
It ain't easy being a heretic.
The weakling followers of the corpse god outnumber us by necessity, for their strength of will and arm is inferior to those of us who have seen the light.
I don't think your corpse on a golden chair meant for you to "stand watch" by slagging every world that *may* have an *inkling* of chaos.
Your false-emperor 'sacrificed' himself because he had a hard-on for keeping secrets from his sons
>You reach the landing, hand still on her head. You think long and hard about what to say to her, for her part Twilight seems to consider the matter settled - or not. She jumps away from you with every step you take, flinches at every unexpected moment.
>No, this is far from settled and she knows it.
>You push open the door to the library, holding it for your marefriend.
"So you don't have self-esteem issues?"
>"No." Her voice is flat and dead.
"That's bullshit, Twilight."
>She jumps away from you, eyes full of rage. No, fear.
>"It is not!" She backs up slowly, until her she is pressed up against the far wall.
>"I *like* who I am, Anon!" It's definitely fear. She's pretending to be angry, but it's fear.
"Then why are you always so worried that I will leave you?"
>You don't follow Twilight, you don't try to corner her. Instead you sit.
"Why are you so scared all the time?"
>You pat the chair beside you. Her chair.
"Sit. Talk to me. You can't enjoy living this way..."
>She doesn't move.
>"I like myself, Anon," Twilight Sparkle repeats. "I just don't expect anyone else to..."
>She inhales sharply, realizing what she just told you.
>"I'm not... I'm not like *Trixie*!" She yells at you. "I don't expect everyone to like me!"
"She doesn't expect everyone to like her."
>"It's what she does!" Twilight stomps her hooves for emphasis. "She comes in, acting like everyone should worship her!"
"Yes, but she doesn't expect it."
>You pat the chair again.
"But we aren't talking about Trixie. Come here."
>She doesn't move. Gods damn it, why does she get like this!?
"If you don't want to talk about this, you don't have to. But at least come here."
>Twilight shakes her head, pushing herself back against the wall even more.
"At least help me come up with a game for tomorrow night!"
>"No." She shakes her head more vigorously. "No out-of-character knowledge."
"Twilight, you don't have to come."
>You lean back in your chair, holding your head with one hand.
"Fluttershy will be there if that's what you're worried about. Or I can just let Cheerilee know I can't make it."
>Twilight shakes her head again, finally stepping closer.
>"I can't do that to you, I'm the Princess of Friendship," her voice cracks. "I can't keep you away from your friends."
>You look away from her.
"Then just stay home..."
>She takes another step toward you, body low to the floor.
>"No," she looks at you pleadingly. "Don't leave me behind."
"I'll be back - unless you lock me out."
>Twilight steps closer, putting her head in your lap.
>"I know you aren't leaving me..." her voice sounds full of tears, but her eyes are dead and dry "... but I don't like being left behind." She closes her eyes like she can't bear to face the world.
"I don't want you to be miserable playing with ponies you hate..."
>"I'd be more miserable without *you*..." her body twitches in response to the emotional pain. "I don't ever want to spend another night alone..."
>You lean over, running the palm of your hand up her neck to her jaw, lifting her head to face you. She opens her eyes, not quite looking into yours.
>"... I am tired of being too scared to live..."
>She smiles slightly.
>"Besides, I can always shoot Trixie's character when no one else is looking, right?"
>You ruffle her mane.
"Max out Deceive with a fellowship build and you could do it while they watch. With a good roll, you should be able to convince them it was suicide."
>"There's no way..."
"It's only a -40 penalty for blatant lies."
>She raises an eyebrow in disbelief. Oh, right -
"Deathwatch uses a d100 instead of d20s."
>Her eyebrow rises higher.
"I once convinced a squadmate my character wasn't wearing a helmet."
>"And how did that turn out for you?" she asks with a laugh.
"Asshole shot me in the head."
>You grab for her, but are too late to stop your princess from sliding from your lap. She falls to the floor laughing.
"It's not funny! Do you know what I had to go through to stop him from being declared a traitor!"
>"Tell the rest of the party it was an accidental discharge and make the roll?" she asks with a smirk.
>"You're going to have to show me this build," she tells you, grabbing the book from where she had left it earlier and shoving it into your lap.
Good lord, the other player sounds like he was playing an Angry Marine or something. Big on loyalty to the Emprah with the personality of a honey badger with roid rage and dumber than a jar of mayonnaise.
Actually, it was a Marine Errant. He was just kind of a jerk.
>Twilight is avoiding the problem, but you were a fool to think you could solve her issues in a single conversation. And it's nice to see her in this kind of playful mood.
"Wouldn't you prefer to have a *real* character?"
>She shoves her way onto your chair - they're built wide for ponies to lay on, so sitting like you she can easily fit. A little tight, not that you mind. You slip your arm around her withers, your forearm and hand dangling down past her shoulder.
>"Probably, but it wouldn't hurt to see." She looks up to you with hopeful eyes, giving the book another nudge.
>You look at it - a single thick hardbound volume. You flip it open, searching through the pages to get an idea what she actually copied. Looks like everything is here - the core book, First Founding, Rites of Battle... oh shit.
"Daemon Hunter Handbook?"
>"It looked relevant..." her lower lip sticks out like she's about to pout at one wrong word.
>You pull her tight against you.
>She smiles in relief.
"But no, you can't play a Grey Knight."
>"Damn." Her horn glows as she brings over several blank sheets of paper and a pen. "Well Anon, let's get started. Tell me more about these librarians..."
>Despite getting supplies to write up a character, at no point does Twilight put pen to paper. All she does is ask questions and rub up against you.
>"So... what level are our characters?"
"How about... rank 4? That should give everyone a good chance to diversify and build the character they want."
>"Mkay..." she looks back into the book, flipping back and forth between two sections. She sighs, shoving it off your lap. It hits the floor with a flat thud. "I need more books."
"Is that even possible?"
>"Oh hah hah." Twilight sticks her tongue out at you. "More blank books. We're going to need another copy or two if everyone is going to build their characters tomorrow night."
>The pony has a point - sharing one copy between the six of you is going to be... stressful.
"So we need to head out and pick up a couple more -"
>"Not we." She gives you a playful nudge with her nose. "I think you can manage on your own."
>After all the hassle you just went through about doing anything without her? Twilight gives you another nudge and you notice her sly smile. That damn mare is up to something... You stand suddenly, Twilight falling over into the chair with a surprised squeak.
>You swirl a hand through her mane, under her face, lifting it up. She looks up to you in shock as you lean over her ominously.
>And kiss the tip of her nose.
"How many do you need, princess?"
>"Three?" Twilight turns in the chair, curling belly up in the warm spot you just vacated. "Four?"
>You didn't know ponies could purr.
"I don't know what you're up to, Twilight, but have fun."
>You kiss her again, this time on the lips.
"I'll be back soon."
end for tonight
Storytime will not begin at it's regularly schedule time - there is a book that must be acquired. However, for the first time in this story, I know where this things are going and what is in tonight's installment. Tell me anon - what are the CMCs trying to earn their badges in tonight?
Bump for pizza.
>You leave your princess curled up in your chair - she doesn't move, staying in the same position until you leave the room. She's definitely up to something - better hurry and get back before she can hide the evidence.
>A scarf lays draped over the back of the couch - you grab it on your way out. The days have gotten downright cold. Every morning you expect to see fresh snow blanketing the ground, but nothing yet. Probably that damn pegasus weather control holding everything back for Hearth's Warming.
>Your coat - much heavier than the thin jacket you wore just days ago - hangs by the door from a hook. You always meant to put a hook right there at your place, but never managed to get around to it. Didn't take more than a few nights of sleeping here to put one up. Like you knew somewhere deep down that your shack was just a temporary accommodation.
>One last thing - a bag. No way are you going to try to lug books those size through town without one. Luckily you left it hanging one hook over. Your old bag had seen better days - Twilight had picked this up for you yesterday. You never thought that ponies would use messenger bags, but she said it wasn't hard to find one she thought would fit you nicely. The strap had to be lengthened, but that was all. You've rarely seen anypony else using one though, just Derpy really.
>You slip on your coat, flinging the scarf around your neck with a flourish.
"I'm heading out now!"
>You hope she can hear you all the way up in the library.
>"Bring home pizza!" she yells back. Apparently she *could* hear you.
>You can't believe that Minty's Pizza Palace is closer than the bookshop. Then again, it's not like Twilight had much choice in where her castle sprouted up.
>She probably could demand the bookshop move closer, though. Has she ever been tempted to abuse her position? Hmmm.
>The cold wind chills your legs, but your upper body stays warm thanks to your thick coat. It's... refreshing. Invigorating. Incentive to get the damn books and get home where it's not fucking freezing. You shove your hands into your pockets, trying to keep them warm.
>Your steps quicken, the empty bag flopping alongside you in the wind, bouncing with each step you take.
>The wind is sheering apart the clouds, ripping them apart like cotton candy. It has been almost a year since you've seen what real honest weather looks like - these aren't bunched up artificial clouds like the pegasi make.
>At home... you used to get up and watch the sunrise. A marvel of nature - turned to some parlor pony trick in this world. Here, it's the clouds that leave you in wonder. The rise and set of celestial bodies are controlled. Tamed. But the sky? The ponies can believe they mastered it all they want, but sometimes it gets away from them and runs free.
>You start to hum the theme to one of your favorite TV shows - something you will never see again. The thought is almost sad, but the memories will always be with you whenever you look up. Not even Celestia or Luna can take the sky from you.
>You are so lost in your memories that you almost trip over the mint green pony standing in the middle of the street.
>"HANDS!" she yells again, greeting you loudly.
>You take a quick step back. Make that two.
>She rears up, extending one foreleg like she's trying to shake hands. You hesitantly start to pull your hand from its pocket - best to be polite - when your friend's "roommate" stumbles into her, knocking her back.
>"Oh is this that human you've told me so much about?" Bon Bon grabs your hand with both forehooves, shaking vigorously.
>"You've met him before," Lyra answers, stumbling back to her hooves, almost collapsing as one of her ankles gives out. "Gah! Why did you do that!?" She gingerly puts tries to put her weight on that leg again, wincing in pain.
>"What?" Bon Bon's head turns back to the unicorn, face sour. "Oh, so I have. Why don't you go sit over... um... over on that bench while Anon and I have a little chat, then I'll help you home."
>Bon Bon is still shaking your hand - despite your attempts to free yourself - as Lyra limps over to the bench. The earth pony watches her, only looking back to you once her friend has taken a seat.
>She pulls you down, just far enough for her to whisper into your ear.
>>She pulls you down, just far enough for her to whisper into your ear.
>"If you touch her, I will fucking *gut* you," she hisses, crushing your hand between her hooves.
"I'm not -"
>"Don't tell me that crap again! You can't claim you aren't a horsefucker *now* you lying shit!"
>She gives your arm a jerk, pulling you down closer.
>"That's right. I heard about it." Up until this point, Bon Bon had kept a freakishly cheerful smile plastered on her face, but now with your head hiding hers from Lyra it turns ugly. Creases wrinkle her face as she sneers at you. "Your friend went all around town, letting everyone know that you were 'off limits,' but *I* know what you're up to."
>Of all the things running through your mind right now, that's what pops out of your mouth? Not "fuck off, you crazy bitch" or "help oh god someone help me." Your priorities are a little messed up.
>"Yeah, the white one. Rarity." Bon Bon snorts. "Some bullshit about a formal courtship. Is she part of your little harem too?"
>The earth pony stops her threats for a second, doubt and guilt shadowing her face.
"Lyra needs you."
>This might be your only chance to get out of this alive. Fucking crazy pony...
"She should probably get ice on that..."
>"You're lucky, shitbag!" She gives you a shove, releasing your hand. Her disturbing smile returns. "Did Anon hurt you, Lyra? Let's get you home and put some ice on that."
>She trots off, giving you one last menacing look over her shoulder.
"Hey Lyra! See you at Cheerilee's tomorrow, right?"
>Your friend's cheerful attempt at a thumbs-up makes Bon Bon's apoplectic deathglare worth it. Almost. You'll decide for sure when you wake up tomorrow and check yourself for any new stab wounds.
>You rush onward with unseemly haste. Definitely not trying to escape. Nope. Just trying to finish this errand and get home to your loving marefriend and a warm blanket.
>Alleyways and shadows keep your attention more than the sky now. You can always appreciate the clouds later if you don't get ganked by a crazy overbearing lesbian pony.
>You reach the bookshop unscathed. The door flies open before you can reach for the handle - out come the Cutie Mark Crusades, swept out by a broom.
>"And stay out, until you learn a proper appreciation for books!" The employee slams the door shut in your face - he probably didn't see you, right?
>"Awwwww... " Apple Bloom whines, brushing dust from herself. "We'll never get our cutie marks in book burning or desot... depot..."
>"Despotism," Sweetie Bell corrects, frowning back at the door.
>You stealthily reach down to the inattentive orange filly... stretching out your hand to -
>"GAH!" Scootaloo starts flailing around with her forehooves, driving your hand away. " I *hate* it when you do that!"
"So what were you fillies up to?"
>"Well, Aryanne suggested -"
"Never listen to that pony. Ever. It's a bad idea."
>"Yeah, we figured that out on our own." Apple Bloom sighs sadly. "Well, on to Plan B..."
>"See you, anon," Sweetie Belle waves farewell to you as she trots off after her friend.
>Scootaloo pauses a second longer, until her friends are almost around the corner.
>"It's not like we were going to burn any books with writing in them," she pouts. "That would be a waste..."
>She doesn't stop you this time as you reach down and ruffle her mane.
"Good luck with Plan B."
>"Thanks Anon," she smiles up at you before dashing off after her friends.
end for tonight
>"Caution and secrecy are our code,"
>"watchfulness and patience are our way."
>"Hidden from the Eyes of Chaos,"
>"we strike without warning or dread."
"Fluttershy what are you doing?"
>"eep!" Fluttershy squeaks, rolling over instinctively on her back, hooves a'flailing in the air
>"H-how did you find me?!"