Decisions will be made, families broken and made anew. Will Donnie’s choices bring him to an untimely death, or to an undreamed of power?Read More...
But, after they had flashed their badges at me, I swallowed my anger and I did my best to be a good host to them. Whatever social faux pas I had managed to create, they let slide. Thankfully
Which is all well and good, as it’s not every day a person armed with a gun, can restrain themselves from emptying their clip into a growling smoke-belching and royally pissed off Dragon getting in their face.
Leaving the Manticore Morrigan and her Turncoat Paladin mate, Philip, to their own devices, you explored the mining Barony of Boulder for further opportunities for profit. As if by magic, a phenominally profitable position on a Caravan seemed to fall into your lap.
‘Magic’ turned out to be the appropriate term, as an encounter with a pack of Kobolds revealed that the Cargo you were transporting were highly potent magical focii, being borne to Thealiss, an ‘Outpost’ of the Hells in the Mortal planes, legally speaking.
Upon reaching Thealiss, you were led by an Incubus (To your initial FERVENT objection) to your mysterious ‘Buyer’, who turned out to be none other than The Lilim Telia, White Queen, Daughter of Maou, Light of the Evenstar, and other suitably intimidating titles befitting a being just shy of Godhood. Upon learning of your Resonant ability, Telia presented to you an offer, take your promised payment with her gratitude, or turn it into a far greater sum by fetching a mysterious object from a foreboding region of Thealiss known only as ‘The Gap.’
After much consideration, you agreed and set out, only to be confronted by a fragment of God-Before-Tyris, the Mamonocidal Goddess Ilias. Bulling past that ancient power more by sheer luck than any kind of planned skill, you found Her Immortal Guardian in the person of Bella, a Griffon who had been thoroughly brainwashed into Ilian worship by years of systematic abuse and psychological manipulation. Eventually, you managed to convince Bella to let you explore the ruins under her supervision.
The eons-old facility held many mysteries of the amazingly technologically advanced Antient World, most of it well beyond your ken. You did, however, manage to free a Gremlin named Emmy from within the object Telia had described to you, and recognising her as the true goal of your quest, you prepared to leave… That process rapidly expedited by the awakening of a Dis Anima, an amalgamation of undead energy left to ferment in the magically potent atmosphere for thousands of years.
Upon your eventual escape, you were surprised by the appearance of Raoul, Cally’s erstwhile guardian. The Master Resonant declared that a Matrix of Resonance had been sensed in the area, demanding to know what you and your new companions knew about it.
Upon revelation that the matrix had in fact been used as some kind of device for storing information Emmy termed a ‘Server’ and had not been disturbed by any of you, Raoul seemed to relax, before the Dis Anima broke from the facility and began to pursue you again. Raoul Ordered you all to flee as he faced the terrifying amalgam, destroying it, the Matrix, and the entire ruined facility in a cataclysmic explosion of unimaginable power.
Returning to Thealiss, you were greeted by the enthusiastic joy of your Companions, yet all was not to remain so blessedly peaceful. Using your Resonant ability to break up a fight between Morrigan and a Mana-Drunk Bella had the unexpected side-effect of revealing to Raoul your hidden abilities. In the resulting argument as to where his greater duty lay, Telia inadvertently revealed him as Lord Dumat, Left Hand of God, and Star of The Morning. The revelation of the Wrath of Tyris Personified sent you into a shrieking near-madness, and you were forced into convalescence, your loyal Kobold Blue remaining by your side as she nursed you back to health…
“I noticed that you growled slightly just now.” She observed, “Care to tell me why?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. I looked back at her and sighed again.
“It just gets my goat.” I replied with a shake of my head.
“The assholes. The jokers who thinks it’s funny to corrupt a Unicorn into a Bicorn.” I sighed. “I mean c’mon. Unicorns are Mamono already, why do so many dipshits feel the need to turn one of them into a sex fiend?” I asked grumpily.
“Luke, I’ve got a problem.” He says instead. I raise my eyebrows.
“Remember back in episode fifteen, you made a snide ass remark concerning the Oomukade?” He mentioned. I screw up my face in thought for a few seconds, and then it hits me.
“Oh yeah! I think so,” I reply, “Something about them creeping me out, or some such.” I finish, as I repress a shudder at the thought of one of them. Yeah, they really do creep my tail out.Read More...
It’s been an interesting few weeks since my Old Man came back from his vacation in the Dragon Realm. This is partly due to the ‘souvenir’ that he picked up on his trip: He became one of the rarest forms of Incubus in existence: A Cambion. Which, when you get down to it, is one of the more unusual sexually transmittable conditions a person can pick up on holiday.Read More...
Unfortunately, my Dad’s old pants didn’t quite fit the new and improved him. They were really meant for a paunchy old dude, not some young buck who was ripped six ways to Sunday. But we made do.
Eventually, we, or perhaps I should say, Pirin, led him to the living room area, and had him sit down. Of which he just ambled along pleasantly following her, scoping out her ass and tail the entire time. She grinned when she noticed his attention.
For the first time that I could ever recall, not once was he trumping or griping about every little annoyance.Read More...
Set in a world roughly, if vaguely, answering to the MGE universe. An eastward-bound trading caravan stops over for some days in a coastal town, and one merchant’s young assistant has a literally life-changing encounter with one of the residents – an apsara, a Mamono priestess of the goddess of love, who offers him a purpose beyond his wildest dreams.Read More...
Decided to change Luxor’s mentality, Akmella decides to ask for help to an old friend, while the group splits and decides it’s next move, they run into none other than the governor himself, making things even harder than before.Read More...
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Jinks the Gremlin exclaimed, outraged. Arawn sighed patiently.
“No, I am not, as you put it, ‘kidding’.” He replied quietly.
“I am quite serious when I state that I need you to masturbate with one of these Chocolate Dildos.” He continued, holding one of the ‘Ported’ Dildos up in a hand so that she could see it. This time it was made of white chocolate.
“Preferably, in between a pair of the Teleportation Platforms.” He explained patiently, as Jinks focused on it momentarily, then shifted her attention back to him with a skeptical look.
“In plain sight, for everyone to watch?” she demanded. Arawn nodded, and continued.