Topic: Dungeons and Dragons (Dionysian & Moon)

[Gardenia-mooN]

Spoiler for A trio of trouble:

Name: Abel (Left) Arc (Center) Adam (Right)
Class: Rogue (Left) Ranger (Center) Bard (Right)
Basics: Abel, Arc, and Adam were triplets born on an ominous night. As such they and their family were scorned by their village. The three boys never cared, though, and never seemed to need anyone other than each other. They grew fast and were prodigies in their preferred paths. At some point even their parents abandoned them and they ran rampant through their village. They are now known as skills adventurers but most warn of doing deals with them as they value fun and interest over money and will abandon quests if something better sparks their gaze. The three practically have a psychic connection and are very worldly. Abel is the most playful, Arc the leader and confident, and Adam a bit more on the moody side. Secretly they desire a toy they can all share.

Spoiler for A noble knight:

Name: Gilead Goldenshield
Class: Paladin
Basics: A kind, noble young knight who swore an oath of devotion and truly became a beacon. He is idealistic and a bit of a goody two shoes but that does not take away from his skill or ferocity in battle. Once he swears to do something he will do it and he is the arch-typical white night. He is a man who puts service to others above all things, including his own desires. Gilead does have desires though and might be a little more sensitive to temptation than even he realizes. 

Spoiler for A wicked wizard:

Name: Xio
Class: Wizard
Basics: A mysterious wizard who recently appeared in a tower on the outskirts of a town. His beauty and power are already making a name for himself. He appears polite, if not a bit cold and serious. The reality is that he adores doing all kinds of experiments and tests on adventurers and others who spark his interest. His spells, tests, and concoctions always seem to take on a sexual edge and at his core he is a pervert. Once one gets closer and his cold shell cracks, one realizes that Xio is an excitable scientist who enjoys nothing more than doing wild things and then seeing what happens next.

Spoiler for A horny halfling:

Name: Tealeaf Grimblood
Class: Barbarian
Basics: Tealeaf had an odd childhood to say the least. The tiny little halfling was lost in a storm at the tender age of 3 and wound up at the doorstep of a tribe of orks. The chieftain, a powerful orkish woman with a soft spot proclaimed him her son and raised him as a barbarian. Tealeaf, though tiny and sweet with all the charm and talents of a halfling, took to being an orkish barbarian ridiculously well. The little lad fought, hunted, and raged with the best of them and he was the pride of his mother. Unfortunately he was still just a halfling and so even though he adored the massive orks and saw himself as one of them he was not fully accepted. He is currently on a quest to find a large lover, year in the village without even one sweetheart to rut against in the darkness of his tent has driven him to pure sexual fury and all he wants is to find a partner as big as or bigger than an ork.

Spoiler for A tired bounty:

Name: Hel
Class: Cleric
Basics: A high elf born and sacrificed to a god of death, he was raised to be the high cleric of a death cult and thus had an exacting and violent childhood. He is blind in one eye, has the cracked scars along his cheek and his body has over cracks and marks that show the sheer violence of his existence. He has killed and fought and healed and tortured for decades...because of this he has grown somber and silent. It is hard for him to speak or express himself as, though his role is greatly respected, it is honestly a form of enslavement. One day a party of adventurers came and ransacked the cult and the temple and seeing it all burning, Hel saw a chance for the first time in his life and walked out of the temple and away from it all. He is currently wandering seemingly without purpose and does not realize that the cult, a rival religion, and several others have put bounties out on his head. Hel is free now but in many ways he is like a child and knows nothing of the world.


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The inn was one hundred percent the best place in the world to be. It was where adventures started, parties formed, and connections were forged. This inn, in particular, was famous in town for being the premier spot for all adventurers and mercenaries looking for good scores and good companions. In the bustling town this place was nicely on the edge, a perfect position to go in deeper for supplies or speedily head out in the the sprawling forests and mountains that surrounded this particular place. It was a known adventurer hook up spot as well, people found new party members and also sought out less lasting and far more pleasurable connections. The inn was the place to be and it was quite obvious by the variety of adventurers that were already there.


Settled at one of the center tables, near a sizable stage that sometimes featured a variety of shows, were a trio of identical looking rascally men. The three were in their early twenties, with scruffy yet stylish chocolate hair and sapphire eyes. They wore clothes that were nice yet obviously worn and well used and showed off their identically well built bodies, the three were solidly built like martial artists and most of the others in the bar gave them a decent berth. The triplets Abel, Arc, and Adam were known for being good but were also known for being capricious and far more trouble than they were worth. The rogue Adam was laughing and twirling a knife between his fingers while he nursed a strong drink. Arc, the ranger, was smiling confidently and sipping an ale while a beast lay at his feet. Finally, Abel the bard was pouting and crunching into a roast chicken leg. The three were fickle and wild, they only cared about each other and were definitely more trouble than they were worth.

They were also lonely. The three, along with doing all kinds of quests and bounties, were constantly searching for the perfect partner. For a toy they could share and love in their own devious wicked way. They came to this inn particularly to find someone interesting, someone who would fit all of them.


Gilead was also at the inn, the golden paladin was bright and handsome and pretty much everyone's idea of a heroic knight. With his sharp golden eyes, wheat brown hair, and shining armor he really was intimidating in a very different way from the triplets and some of the others in the inn. He was at the bar and had a frothing glass of beer in front of him and he was trying to chat with the barkeep and with anyone else who would stop nearby. Gilead was a sweet man but his greatest fault was that he was totally and hopelessly naive. He was on a quest to find a particular wood elf who had made a name for himself and who had a group of people from his forest who desperately wanted him to be found for some reason.

What the wood elves had told him was that, Valen, their kinsman, had been missing for a while and that they missed him and just wanted to make sure he was alright and that he visited. What they didn't tell him was that Valen had fucked practically every eligible and quite a few not eligible men in the village and the bounty had been created by women who were actively searching for some kind of revenge. Gilead had no idea that he was not searching for the other for some lovely reunion and believed he was facilitating a lovely reunion. "Have you seen him? He is a wood elf with very long dark hair..." He spoke to the bar keep who just kept cleaning the same glass.


There were more in the inn who were looking for others. Xio, the golden wizard, had just settled his tower about a mile out from the edge of town. He had already made a name for himself because of his beauty and his coldness and his strong magical skills. His lovely blond hair, amber eyes, and silky flowing clothes had men and women in the town gaping as he made his way through the streets. The wizard had already helped out with a few minor issues in the town but he hadn't found anything he truly wanted so far. He was currently at the inn, drinking a liquid that was almost the same color as his eyes and glancing over the crowd dispassionately.

No one in this place was catching his attention. He felt so disappointed, no one here was especially promising as a test subject! Though Xio was pretty and though he had been doing all kinds of wonderful feats to help the townspeople his true reason for being here was to find the perfect test subject. He had so many interesting samples, potions, spells, and more to try out and he had found no one who seemed like a promising mark. He always made sure to be in the good graces of the people wherever he went but it was so annoying to never find a solid subject to play with!


Outside of the inn there were strong stomping footsteps, some of the adventurers were flinching and turned to look cautiously and then everyone paused at the sight of the tiny young man who burst into the building. He was obviously a halfing with longer pointed ears that were slightly more rounded than an elf's, a petite body that was surprisingly curvy and stacked...but his clothes and hair were all barbarian. His pale blond hair was long and wild and fell to his hips and his golden tanned skin had a variety of scars and was exposed because he basically wore a loincloth and other simple leather armor wrapped around his calves and forearms. He had stern gray eyes and an impressive axe that was basically the same size he was. The pretty yet wild looking halfling stormed up to the bar and he hopped up onto a set and pounded a fist onto the table.

"Mead and meat!" He spoke in a low commanding tone and the barkeep nodded and was quick to pour the obviously tough little halfling his food and drink. Tealeaf tore into in and ate like a proper barbarian. The little halfling was on a special quest to find a mate but this inn full of humans was terribly disappointing to the short surprisingly sexy and secretly horny little halfling.


Someone else had entered the inn and though Tealeaf caused some weariness and confusion, this man caused genuine dread. Hel was a pale specter who entered silently but couldn't help but be noticed. His bone white skin and hair melded with a simple white tunic top and starkly contrasted with tight black pants and nice boots. He settled into an empty table in the back corner and put gold coins down, causing a barmaid to rush over and stuttered through food and drink options. Hel blinked and tilted his head and she let out a nervous laugh, took the coins and rushed to find the best she could find for the scary man.

Hel had only been free for a short time. He had walked out of his temple during an attack and sold the precious gems and metals that had adorned him along with his former staff. Hel didn't say much but people seemed desperate to please him and so he ended up with lots of money and new clothes and now the cleric was wandering the land to experience all the things that he had been sheltered from. The woman came back with the most expensive liquor they had along with a small yet hearty looking personal feast. Hel just blinked at the woman and she made that nervous sound again and scurried away. That left him along with the meal and he experimentally sipped and then blinked quickly at the strong taste of the drink.

Hel wasn't looking for anyone, he was just trying to see.

[Dionysian Lovesong]

These were places of potential, but really the whole world was like that. But there was something special about guilds and ins. The feeling that almost anything could happen at any time was always appealing. Rowdy or quiet there was this sense of expectation, waiting for someone to burst in the door to send them all on their next lifesaving journey. It was infinite diversity in infinite configurations. Archetypes only, but never the same. Tonight's configurations were particularly interesting, and it was only going to get more interesting as people arrived. Coming and going, a million different pathways to choose.


The door swung open, and fate tilted. Seven feet of blue gray Orc stepped into the guild. Well, half-Orc. Seven feet tall with blackish green hair, everyone was staring at him. Something that always took the half-Orc by surprise. Having grown up in isolation with his adoptive Halfling father, he had only ever been treated with kindness, love and discipline. Until two months ago, Urtek had never known, truly known, how ill liked Orcs, even half-Orcs were in the greater continent. Though, the more he heard about Orc raids and violence he could certainly understand the animosity he faced.

But it was no less unsettling. Of course, given his lack of social interaction until recently he wasn't entirely aware that not all of the stares were ones of loathing, fear or skepticism. Urtek was quite unaware that he was a total catch. Seven feet tall and thick in all the right places. Handsome for a species not typically thought of as conventionally attractive, he was seven feet tall and built thick and powerful. All of his luscious body packed into a simple black outfit. No armor, one shoulder strapped, designed to be flexible and easy to move in.

It also showed off an obscene amount, including one nipple pierced with a golden hoop and adorned with a yellow crystal. A quarterstaff at his back was the only weapon he wore, and a single coin pouch dangled from his belt. As he moved to the job board, he moved with an immaculate grace that belied his huge, powerful body. Even his feet, only described as huge themselves, made no sound as he strode across the floor. Blue, jewel tone eyes strove the job board. Money. Gold. It was not something that he had ever had to deal with before in his life.


Who could resist a pub? A good time? Valen Amakiir had never been one to turn down a good time, particularly if there were men involved. A quiet tribe of wood elves. To a lot of people in the city it was an idyllic life of leisure and simplicity. To someone like Valen it was the most boring death sentence in the world. Valen was almost entirely motivated by his own boredom. His boredom had led him to sleep with almost every man in in his village, married or not and it had led him to leave his village to pursue a life of adventure.

That had been ten years ago, when he was just a young hundred-year-old. Not that wood elves looked it. A lithe body with curves in all the right places, pale skin with a slight greenish tint. There were many unique things about him. Blackened fingers from a curse, a scar on the left corner of his lip that always made him look like he was smiling. His top lip painted black, giving him an almost feline mischief. His hair, always kept in a high ponytail almost trailed down to his ankles with raven black hair.

Wearing the lightest of flexible armor, a whip masqueraded as a belt, a knife was in his right boot, a short sword sheathed at his waist, and a bow at his back. Valen looked like he was quite ready for anything at a moment's notice. Though Valen wouldn't have expected his past to catch up with him tonight. Instead, he was thinking more about finding company than keeping to himself. His nails slid along the banister as he moved down to the pub. He had been renting a room here for a month or so. Silent as a cat, he strode to the barkeep, briefly eying the man there speculatively.


The music was at an all-time high. The mood in the place was subtly manipulated. Magic woven into song and voice by one Mellichor. A jarring sight to behold with black curly hair, shocking amethyst eyes and an outfit one could only describe as loud. Frills and color and heels, he definitely stood out as he played his lyre, singing along. Weaving good humor and joviality into every word and every vibration of his lyre. Handsome, beautiful. His outfit masked a lot, but keen eyes could note that even over that, he was odd.

Mellichor as he moved about, singing his magic the light caught him in different angles and a keen eye could see many things. His ivory skin, beautiful...but there was a quality about it that was almost artificial if you noted. His eyes, an amethyst color unnatural to humanity, seemed to shine...but they were also empty. He always seemed to be looking at you. Large feet moved in the heels, coins clinking as people placed their money for him. Not something he ever usually asked for, but his children were struggling right now, and it was important for him to bring money and food home.

Not his own children, of course. Mellichor wasn't even sure he could have children. But he loved them dearly and every time he saw an orphan or a mistreated child, he always brought them into the fold. Right now, he was at fourteen of his children. Teaching them tricks and music and subtle magics. He would often take them out to perform and earn their money, but people had been stingy lately. His children, while talented weren't bringing in the money required to sustain them. Leaving Mellichor more than happy to find a job.


Everything was so strange and new. Kentha had never been in a city before, or even a village. Even among the forests that he lived in his twenty-four years, his social interaction was almost nonexistent. The centaur tribe from which he hailed was pretty traditional. They moved in a herd, but Kentha and his family had always been outsiders. Guardians against threats that would hurt the tribe. His family the keepers of an ancient pact with an Archfey. They served the Fey in exchange for the Fey's powers, which they then used to protect their tribe.

It left them always on the outskirts, guarding tribemates. It made for a lonely life for Kentha after his parents died, guarding the tribe from a goblin attack. But it was a happy life for Kentha, communing with the forest...hunting for his food and practicing his magic. At least until two weeks ago. Being a Warlock for an Archfey was unusual. Often you were given tasks that made no logical sense. But you did them and the Fey were satisfied. This time, however,...Kentha had visions for months of an artifact. An amulet and the strongest urge to bring it to the heart of his forest.

Kentha had resisted, ignored and pleaded not to leave his forest. But he knew deep down he was going to have to. When his powers started waning, he had made the trip. Eyes on him at all times. Centaur was rare. Incredibly rare. Especially one as alluring as him. Red hair and tail, his powerful body was lean and brown and well maintained. His human torso was pleasing, lightly armored with more than enough aesthetic holes to show off an immensely hairy chest and two fat nipples. With eyes green as grass. He was a gorgeous creature.

Kentha strode into the pub, his equine body hitting the door on the way in. He had bene here a couple days and had heard this place had stables. One of the few places that would rent to centaurs, given the needs their specalized body had. He could feel eyes on him and felt his eyes burn in anger. He had never noticed his hindquarters before, but all eyes were on him. His tail flicked and gave tempting glances at his hole. Something when he noticed made his tail flick more in annoyance. There was also no hiding the massive, apple sized testicles hanging down.

It wasn't his fault he was built this way and honestly it was annoying. They had them too!


He'd been here all day, enjoying his spot in the corner. It was the darkest corner and it allowed him to observe everything. His yellow eyes blazed in the dark yelling out what he was. Though the horns, tail and red skin said that just as well. A curseblood if you were nasty. Not that Pet cared about things like that. His life had been difficult, terrible, every horrific adjective and it almost had nothing to do with his Tiefling nature.

But it had made him tough. The chainmail on his body was battered and digned and pinched with combat. The glaive at his back wa the only thing about him that seemed new and pristine. Even his clothes were shabby, black and patched and frayed. But there was an aura of malignant power. Fury just barely contained. Violence ready to explode at any moment. Violence was a language that Pet had been taught. Now he was here. Watching. Waiting. In six short months he'd made a hell of a reputation for himself.

He was a sell sword now. Men, women, children didn't matter. You paid enough he would take them out. It was what he did, it was all that he had in his life. Once upon a time he could have been something else, but a single person and long years in a fighting pit had taught him that violence was the only way to survive in this world. And Pet was nothing if not a survivor. Drinking his Dragonborn whiskey, watching....and waiting.





 

[Gardenia-mooN]

Abel Arc and Adam noticed everyone who came into the bar and felt equal amounts of disappointment. They had tried, as a group, to find lovers but most disappointed them. Elves and humans, even the beefier ones, weren't able to handle the three. They had almost given up hope when the hal-orc stepped in. All of a sudden all three turned to each other and rapidly played several rounds of rock paper scissors that left Arc the winner, as he so often was. Abel laughed and turned to order more of everything from a blushing barmaid and Adam sulked and muttered something about the ranger cheating.

The triplets appeared identical, all of the same stature, all hitting just under six foot tall...but there were definitely little differences. Arc's eyes were slightly paler and frostier while Abel's were the darkest and richest and Adam's were the truest blue, their piercings were different and they would all argue that each one of them was the most handsome as well. When Arc sauntered over to the half orc his hips slung from side to side confidently and his own large feet were completely silent against the floor. He moved close enough to Urtek to feel his warmth but not so close to be considered a threat and he smiled charmingly at the other. 

"What is a strapping fella like yourself doing in a place like this? My name is Arc, I'm a ranger by trade, it is nice to meet you~" His voice was low and pleasant and he crossed his arms and leaned against the board to look Urtek over. He was certainly big enough to share, which had been a major sticking point with all their previous lovers. "Are you looking for any old job or would you like to partner up? My brothers and I have been looking for a fourth and I think you would fit nicely..." There was only the slightest hint of heat in his gaze but his cock was already blazing with the need to see this big hunk stripped down to nothing and covered in cum. "Parties with more people get bigger jobs with more gold on the line...if you're feeling unsure or even if you aren't I'd love to offer to let you eat with us." As a ranger Arc had heightened senses and they were all attuned to this large man.


While Gilead was nursing his drink and trying to question the bartender, the very object of his search moved in next to him! He took a moment to take stock of the other and he felt deep in his core that the descriptions of this man had fallen far short in almost every single way possible. The Valen was one of the most beautiful beings he had ever encountered in his life. His long dark hair fell from its ponytail like a river, his body was so curved and luscious that Gilead felt a stirring in his loins for the first time in a long time, his very face had a feline grace that Gilead thought he had only ever seen in tabaxi.

"Ah! Perchance are you Valen Amakiir?" He turned to the other, putting his drink down and moving to stand. "I am Gilead Goldenshield! I am a paladin and I have been searching for you for some time!" As he spoke he moved in closer and then promptly knelt before the other male his chestnut colored hair glimmering even in the low light and his eyes looking radiant and warm. Gilead was as old fashioned as a person got, he was warm and noble and honorable. He was also terribly incurable naive.

He knelt before Valen and took his hand, putting the blackened fingertips to his forehead in a sign of reverence and respect. "I have been on a journey to find you for the past four months!" He began talking almost immediately to the other male. "I had received a great kindness from the elves from your forest village and thus asked if there was any task I could perform for them, they told me that they longed to know if you were well and then wanted me to help you to visit them! I am so happy I found you!" He smiled up at the other and it was clear he was totally innocent. Valen would probably know why some in his village would want him back but Gilead was oblivious.


Xio was looking for something in particular and when his gaze followed the sound of beautiful music he knew he had found it. When he first arrived he heard a few different interesting things as he did in most towns. Everyplace on earth seemed to have its tales of peculiar people. Most of the time said people just had odd inclinations, elderly woman who had menageries of birds for example, or the odd villager who was in love with their livestock, but sometimes the peculiar people ended up actually being of note and interest.

This Mellichor was one of those, the townspeople whispered of the pretty bard who just didn't seem quite right and who took care of the orphans. Xio had assumed he was a regular eccentric but now looking at him he could tell he was so much more. The other wasn't human or elf or anything known to Xio, he was a magical construct. A being made of knowledge and power. He was exactly what Xio needed. It also helped that the other was downright gorgeous, his loud colorful clothes couldn't hide a shapely body beneath and those graceful yet large feet were framed perfectly in the bright red heels.

He was lovely as a doll and some magical person majorly fucked up by releasing him. Xio took out gold and held it out towards the other with a gentle smile on his face. His amber eyes glittered prettily without a single trace of malice or ill intent. "Wonderful wonderful..." He murmured in a silky tone. When Mellichor came close enough to collect gold from him Xio paused. "My Dear, do you do other jobs? I've been looking for someone just like you to help me with a few things..." Xio was famous only for his great glittering tower appearing at the edge of town but the gold in his hands and the way he was dressed suggested he could provide a big paycheck.


Tealeaf had noticed the half-orc come into the bar and he felt a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. Urtek was handsome but by Tealeaf's standards he was terribly average and a bit too sweet looking for an orc. The other being half was also a mark against him because it meant he was big but would never be quite as large as Tealeaf desired. He huffed and turned back to his meal. He supposed no one ever said it would be easy to find a mate out in the world. This world was made for small soft people after all and it would take time to find a someone large enough to satisfy him.

Just as he had that very mature thought someone's ass briefly got stuck in the door. Tealeaf had never seen a centaur before, his dark gray eyes rounded at the sight of the massive man. The other male's front half was tall and sturdy with a nice covering of hair and well sculpted muscles. The back half was larger still and even more alluring. The other male's balls and cock sheath were swinging and could be glimpsed at even from the front. Tealeaf thought for a moment and realized that horses, even smaller ones had cocks bigger than orc cocks. This centaur was no small horse either, he was big and strapping and looked strong and capable.

Tealeaf could court someone like this! He hopped off of the seat and strode forward confidently, his halfling body was the perfect size to hit the other male right above where his legs began and he had even better view of the other male's private places but Tealeaf wasn't leering at the other, this man was potentially his bride! He would show him respect and courtesy! He stomped his large feet against the floor in greeting and nodded his head to the other in acknowledgement of his potential. "I am Tealeaf Grimblood of the tall grass clans."

As he spoke he puffed his chest out in pride. Tealeaf was very nicely proportioned, like most halflings, he was curvy and deliciously pair shaped with feet that put most other beings to shame and a cock that matched the feet. "I get meal for you now. You think of me for mating." Tealeaf was not subtle or eloquent, he viewed this man as a potential mate and he wanted this man to view him the same way. If he made it known then he was certain the other would consider him. The poor little halfling had hoped for a mate for so very long and had practiced with such diligence to be able to claim and be claimed by another.

"You eat meat? Bread? Vegetables and fruits? I get for you anything." Tealeaf had a certain charm to him in spite of his barbaric ways and as he talked with Kentha one couldn't help but notice how alluring the halfling really was.


Hel was watching but unlike a certain tiefling, he had no purpose to his gaze, no emotions running just barely contained. Hel was free now but had been enslaved for so long under his temple that he truly did not know what being free meant. He took experimental bites of food, sipped and paused as if contemplating what he was drinking every time he tasted it. If one cared to look and truly see they would realize that, in some ways, Hel was a child. A being sheltered and abused to such an extreme that even the taste of food and crackle of conversations were novelties to him. Most did not have the bravery to look that long and see though...instead they merely saw at a glance someone who had clearly been touched by death and dark magic.

Some of said people were sitting near where Pet was, murmuring in low voices. "The bounty on 'is head dead is far less!" One grizzled man complained. "Of course it is!" A wiry yet intelligent looking older man whispered. "That one is just from the kingdom it is all official and doesn't care but the other seven bounties are each as big as the last and they all want him alive. He's probably too powerful just to want dead!" He cackled a little but none of them moved. "How do you catch a fella like that alive though?" They all shuddered watching Hel with weariness clear on their faces.

Hel was being hunted by several different groups at the moment. His temple, rival religious groups, a couple of underground guilds, and finally the kingdom itself all wanted him. His gift was too potent and terrible to just let him wander about free. It would have been more impressive if Hel actually realized he was being hunted. He didn't have a clue and was currently chewing on a piece of carrot as if it were some sort of strange alien thing. The pretty high elf was utterly oblivious.