This is literally the most bomb-ass D&D story I’ve ever read in my life oh my god.
Holy shit ._.
Some RP sessions have better stories than actual fiction. I mean, goddamn.
For those having trouble reading the text:
We had a campaign in D&D where we assembled a steampunk-ish time machine. After many sessions travelling through time, uncovering mysteries and learning harsh lessons about changing history, we had to stop a time-travelling cult from destroying the gods, and therefore the world. We failed.
Our machine crashed, we were stranded earlier than we had ever been able to travel. We found the Gods, but only a few of them were present - it was as if some had never existed. Then we realised - we had to become those Gods. Our party was entirely divine (Cleric, Paladin, Avenger, Invoker), and each of us was a worshipper of a god who had been unmade - and we were the only people in existence with enough knowledge of the forgotten deities to assume their roles.
But two of the players were worshippers of Io (in his twin forms of Tiamat and Bahamut, who would of course form later after Io’s ‘death’), and only one could become Io. The other would have to be the un-created Asmodeus.
So the most just, honourable and dedicated Lawful Good paladin I’ve ever seen roleplayed became the god of tyranny and evil. If he hadn’t, the gods would never have defeated the primordials, and the world would never have been completed.
In our setting, Asmodeus is every bit the epitome of evil you would expect him to be. Nobody but the gods who abide his presence know him as otherwise. He adheres to his role because he knows he has to - and that in doing so, the world can exist. He can never tell anyone his duty, and no-one who knows can ever discuss it.
In the farthest recesses of the Nine Hells, in a chamber sealed tighter than any other in existence is a pocketwatch of finest gnome craft with a photo of his family in it - his wife, son, and little baby girl.
They were killed by an orc army marching under the orders and banner of Asmodeus. Their deaths are what drove him to become an adventurer.
Headcanon that when many bards of the era immediately after the Calamity refer to a seemingly ambiguous beautiful woman, they’re usually describing Laerryn Coramar-Seelie.
Quay’s broadcast caught fire in the minds of the surviving bards, the passionate plea and beautiful memorial serving as a near endless source of motivation and inspiration.
And many of them already wrote love songs, poems and stories, so when their own life yielded no one beloved or striking enough to call a muse, they wrote odes to “the most beautiful woman in the world.”
Most simply allowed the lyrics to transfer onto whoever in their life was worth dedicating love songs to.
But the bards knew it for what it was: An answer to a call to remember.
Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like “posts that a gnome would make” or like “are you a phone”
‘Now, Sam,’ said Frodo, ‘don’t hinder me! The others will
be coming back at any minute. If they catch me here, I shall
have to argue and explain, and I shall never have the heart
or the chance to get off. But I must go at once. It’s the only
way.’
‘Of course it is,’ answered Sam. ‘But not alone. I’m coming
too, or neither of us isn’t going. I’ll knock holes in all the
boats first.’
The “are the Gods good or bad debate” in CR is so convoluted because “being a good god” is changed to match the argument against them. The rules are changed during the game.
The Gods interfere in the lives of mortal beings? -> They control our fate, we don’t have free will, the Gods determine everything, how dare they.
The Gods don’t interfere in the lives of mortal beings? -> Why do they let bad things happen? Why did they not help me? Why do I have to take any responsibility myself?
The only way a god can do good is if they align exactly with the person making the argument, and since that is not possible, they are bad by default.
We are the Pride Knights, and this is our battle cry No enemy can shake us, as hard as they can try There’s a fire in our eyes that no hatred can kill A passion in our hearts that’s as strong as our will
To our fellow queers who fight their battles on their own We promise to fight with you, you are never alone To our fellow queers who have fallen with the pain We thank you for your courage, your fight is not in vain We are defenders of the right to be proud of who you are To love who you love and to accept every scar We are your knights, protectors of our pride Together we stand, together we ride
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