The Lady Laughs

Fic: peace somehow (5/?)
Fandom: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
Rating: Mature
Summary: Dalton is thirteen when he meets the queen of Akhiilor.

chapter 5

if you recall how I said I have no chill, that lack of chill continues. I wrote a third part of that backstory fic about my paladin Dalton and the prince-turned-thief that he fell in love with, this time set in the first few months after Dalton crash-lands in Kristoff's life. it's also up on AO3 if that's easier.

( in which Dalton kills an assassin and makes an offer )

I have a d&d oneshot I'm very excited about tonight, but tomorrow afternoon is a new session of Marchen, which is a homebrew campaign about twisted fairy tales. I won't have time tomorrow morning to put up a song, so I'm doing so now:



( rambling under cut )

so my grave cleric Tali got laid in our Vecna: Eve of Ruin game this last Friday, and I apparently got possessed by the spirit of pornography because I wrote roughly 6k of Tali getting his groove back with a friendly paladin NPC. I'm posting it on AO3 and linking it here with the understanding that nobody is under any obligation to actually READ the totally shameless PWP: bedroom hymns.

it's a new campaign start day! we're playing The Crooked Moon, a folk horror by the people behind Legends of Avantris. what I've seen of their work (I've been watching the Actual Play that inspired the module) has been really creepy and cool, so I'm very excited to be traumatized.

the character I'm playing is Jabo, a hobgoblin from the Forgotten Realms who dies and gets dragged to this terrible afterlife where he becomes a living skeleton. the whole concept of his character is that he's basically Johnny from The Devil Went Down to Georgia, except he lost the fiddle contest and therefore his soul. (I always liked the devil's solo best, personally, for all that Johnny's is apparently a lot more difficult on a technical level and he basically beat the devil's ass.) Jabo is a ruthless little con artist with a cocky streak, and I love him very much.

a song that makes me think of him:

I've got nothing much concrete to say today, but I'm in a music sharing mood, so here's this song I listened to on repeat while writing and that has been consequently stuck in my head for days. the artist used to be the bass singer in Pentatonix who left to do his own thing, and it's pretty awesome:

one of my d&d campaigns, Arvandor, is wrapping up around March. T's been homebrewing a new campaign about fucked up fairy tales and I've been revamping a character I played in previous oneshots on a different server, an oath of redemption paladin named Dalton. as I sometimes do, I accidentally created a minor obsession and ended up writing fic about his backstory. I'm not putting it on AO3 yet, I don't think, but I'm going to put it here because why not:

( cut for self-indulgent backstory exploration of my own OC from 6 years before the campaign starts )