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    266 KB more of Drow-chan and Pally Dude Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:42 No.6182290  
    "Why must we go here, of all places?" The temple was a rather humble, low-shouldered stone building, scarcely standing out from the shops and gentry-houses along the street. Drisryna hung back, scowling at it, scowling at Alaric in turn. "It makes my skin itch."

    The paladin glanced at her, then resumed trudging toward the temple. "Because we need a rest, and I need supplies, and arms. And you pulled a knife on the innkeep at the last place we tried to stay."

    "He overreacted."

    "You threatened to flay him, and nail his hide to the walls."

    "I was haggling!"
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:45 No.6182324
    how young was she when she was adopted anyway? Wouldn't she act more like a dorf than a drow?
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:45 No.6182327
    Alaric coughed. "...More importantly, I must let the Order know I'm not dead. Or...anything else." He tromped up the stairs into the temple, pushing the unbarred door open into the worship-hall. Glancing around, he saw a novice, in monastic robe, lighting candles. The brother scarclely glanced at him as he approached."

    "Alms are distributed after daybreak, friend. And if it's a place to sleep you need, then-" He finally caught sight of Drisryna, and blanched. She smirked back. "By the- ...you...." He looked back and forth between the two as the drow approached, dangling an arm intimately over Alaric's shoulder. He sighed, gently removing her wrist as he addressed the monk.

    "Beggar I am, I suppose, but I have business with your prior. I am Sir Alaric, of the Order of the Chalice. Please show me to him."

    The novice stammered, stepping back, knuckles white where he gripped a nearby rail. "I...he would be..." Finally he glanced back at Alaric's face, managing to compose himself somewhat. "E-excuse me. I'll go get...uh...go get him. Wake him. Wait here. Please." He almost sprinted down the aisle, slamming a side door shut behind him.

    Alaric tugged, desultorily, at his ragged clothes. There was nothing he could do to make himself presentable. Drisryna was looking around, shoulders slightly hunched, her usual bravado seemingly diminished. He went to her, voice soft, murmuring to the top of her head. "Relax. There is nothing to fear in this house."

    "I am quite relaxed!" she hissed, then gnawed her lip for a moment. He placed a hand on her shoulder, cradled the arch of her neck, and tried to think of something to say. But she abruptly pulled away from him, wrapping her piwafi around herself and slinking against a pillar, as through trying to hide herself in the shadows. A creaking noise announced the arrival of the temple's priest, entering the sanctuary through an arched side door.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:50 No.6182415
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:52 No.6182437
    Sandwich or the other writer? OR YET ANOTHER MYSTARY?
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:54 No.6182470
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    "Thank Torm, sir, I am glad to see you alive and whole." A smile was on his broad face as he took Alaric's hand, then clasped his shoulders. He was short and balding, almost portly, but still had the vigorous strength of one accustomed to drilling with weapons. "Come, we will give you food, clothing--and a bath!" He laughed, then he caught sight of the drow in the corner, and froze, glancing back at Alaric doubtfully.

    A tired smile. "She is Drisyrna, Father..."

    "Ah, my manners! Benoyet. Father Benoyet."

    "She is with me."

    "You must have quite a tale to tell. Come and sit, and we will speak of it." The priest gestured to an open door, a small office beyond. Alaric nodded his head slightly toward the drow girl, crimson eyes glaring at them. "Ah...perhaps she would like to bathe and rest? We can have hot water, soon..." At the offer, her chin finally rose to its usual, haughty angle.

    "Xas. I would bathe. Do your...talking."

    "Very well. Sister Amaya will see to you." He gestured towards a rather stout priestess, who seemed to be taking the drowess' presence in stride.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:55 No.6182474
    Damn you. I was going to go to bed soon.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:56 No.6182486
    Alaric recounted his story, judiciously leaving out most of the details of his captivity under the Matron and her daughters. The fresh scars on his body lent credence to his story, implying unspoken tortures at the hands of the drow. Not that the lashings, the bites and fingernail-gouges had not been painful...

    "And so this drow...she is renegade, then?"

    Alaric paused. "I cannot say so. She has abandoned her matron-mother, and the Underdark...but I do not think she has truly abandoned her goddess. Perhaps, with time..." He paused, brow furrowed, unconvinced of the idea, himself.

    "Do you trust her?"

    "I believe so. At least, I trust that she has no hidden motives, even if the ones she displays are not very...well, not ones which Torm would smile upon."

    Muffled through the temple's doors, a outraged squeal from a too-familiar elven voice, followed by the sounds of a brief argument. Alaric winced inwardly, saying nothing; Father Benoyet toyed with the wooden holy symbol, dangling on his chest. "It's a dangerous path you take. Travel with a serpent, and you may be bitten."

    The paladin had to smile. "Oh, I'm well aware that she bites."
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:57 No.6182500

    I was one of the mystery writers.

    Dosen't look like the original Writefag.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:58 No.6182510
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    I'll get back to doing some Sandwich stuff one of these days. Think I have some decent ideas for ogre-Heavy and cleric-Medic.

    But I've been having fun with this one.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:59 No.6182518
    The temple provided simple, yet warm clothing; and a serviceable coat-of-plates, sword, and shield from their armory. Alaric finally washed himself in not-quite-tepid water. Another brief argument ensued when the novice sent to guide them tried to direct Drisryna to a separate room. Eventually the paladin managed to mollify her--helped, at least, by demonstrating to her that each monk's cell was as small and minimally furnished as the one being provided to her. She finally took her room, slamming the door behind. Alaric thanked the novice, and stumbled into his own cell, slipping between clean sheets and giving in to a sounder sleep than he'd had in months.

    Nevertheless, he woke when the door to his cell opened, sometime in the night. The cell was lightless, a tiny slit in the wall admitting no light to see by. He sat up--then recognized the sound of bare feet padding across the stone floor, and the scent of Drisryna as she slid beneath the blankets, squeezing onto the narrow pallet beside him. For once, she did not demand sex; but rather curled up with her back pressed against his body. He slid an arm around her, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths.

    "You are still mine, paladin Alaric." Her words were whispered, yet seemed to echo in the silent room. "You were slave to the Matron, and I took you from her. You belong to me. I will naut give you up to these priests."

    He lay still a moment, choosing his words with care. "I promise you....I will not leave you. You will go where I go--so long as you wish to. Do you trust my word?"

    A long silence stretched out. He began to wonder if she had slipped off into elven reverie. Then she whispered again. "You speak only the truth. I know this." Her shoulders squirmed, nestling closer into the arc of his body, and he slept.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:59 No.6182524
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    He rose before dawn, his body keeping the habit, though he could have slept half the day away. He knelt on the floor, resting his sheathed sword across his knees, meditating and praying wordlessly. His eyes opened when the novice knocked on his door, candle in hand to call them to breakfast. Rising, leaning the sword against the wall, he turned to the door in time to see the novice go saucer-eyed, mouth hanging open. He glanced behind him, seeing Drisryna's nude body stretching, then leaning over the small water basin to splash water on herself, white hair hanging loose. He turned back to the novice, who glanced back with an expression somewhere between envy and horror.

    "Go on, lad. I...we'll be along, presently." He closed the door, turning back to the room.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)01:59 No.6182531
    >The paladin had to smile. "Oh, I'm well aware that she bites."

    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:02 No.6182558
    I recognize this art style... Pseudonym?
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:05 No.6182582
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    moss maidens are better, they sleep with little boys and turn them into men
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:05 No.6182586
    HEHEHEH! I missed the first part of this, was it archived?
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:07 No.6182616
    Here you go, lil feller. All the stuff I've wrotten so far.


    Lungs raw and feet aching, Alaric finally could go no further, dropping to his knees on the cavern floor. Seemingly tireless, still warmly wrapped in her noble's piwafi, Drisryna strolled past him, nimbly stepping across the rocky floor that he had been trudging and stumbling over for hours. Finally she turned, a whirl of white hair. "I suppose this will do, for a few hours." He could only pant in reply, on hands and knees. His body ached from more than the march--welts from floggers and fingernails, bitemarks, and the chafing of his abused penis inside the rough, ill-fitting trousers.

    Drisryna continued, voice almost perversely cheerful. "Mother will have noticed you're missing by now. She'll be in a rage, I'm certain--she doesn't want anyone taking her toys until she's done with them." A soft, musical giggle. "Of course, when she's done with a boy-slave, she usually just gives him to Lolth. So you should thank me!" The girl finally sat herself on a nearby rock, folding her legs beneath herself.

    Finally, the paladin found his voice. He forced himself to look at her face, forcing down the combination of fear and lust that he still felt whenever he did so. "I...do thank you. I can't understand why, though--why you would turn against your mother, over me." He tried to choose his words carefully; knowing he needed her help to escape. Say the wrong thing, and her caprice might as well turn against him.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:08 No.6182627

    There's been a bunch of threads over the last few days involving them, most or all of the threads are archived.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:09 No.6182642

    She unfolded her legs--long, distractingly long--and got to her feet again, standing just before him. Her hands slid into his hair, caressing as she turned his face upward. "Because I wanted you for myself. Mother is growing weak--she spends too much time at her orgies, full of kalat-smoke. And my sisters aren't much better. Mother has kept them close, kept them from plotting against her by using her own toys and pleasures to distract them. But they're all going soft. Other Houses are already gathering, plotting to replace us. So I am leaving, rather than waiting to be slaughtered--and taking you for myself." Her hands pulled him closer, his face nestled against her smooth, flat belly, bare beneath the parted piwafi. All he could smell was her skin, tinged with perfume and musk.

    He placed a hand on her hip, managing to turn his head slightly to speak. "But where are you going to go?"

    "I don't know. Shar'kaeth, perhaps." Another impish giggle, her navel undulating before him. "You think I should go to the surface, xas? You want to -save- me. I can see it." She shifted her feet, her thighs parted, a knee bending as she leaned into him, forcing him to arch backward. "Fuck me again, and perhaps I'll be smitten, and follow you anywhere."
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:10 No.6182659
    He managed finally to slip a forearm across her belly, and pushed her away--pushing himself away, as much as anything. His groin throbbed. "No," he groaned. "Not now. Not this way."

    "Waela rivvil!" she hissed, slapping his face hard enough to send him sprawling. He rose, managing to bring himself to his feet again, looking her in the eye as the side of his face numbed, then began to throb with pain. "You refuse me? ME? You want to be back in the rothe pens, maybe? I'll gut you first!" Her hand was on the hilt of her dagger now. He dared not move. A brief prayer, silently in the back of his mind, then he spoke again, nothing to be done but to follow the only path ahead.

    "Drisryna..." His voice croaked. He steadied himself. "I need you. Without you, I die. I cannot find my way to the surface, have no food or water. All I can do...is put myself at your mercy. But...this is not the place. We have not the time. We must rest, and then go further. You are at risk too...and I do not want you to be hurt for me."

    He was almost surprised at the words. Surprised that it was the truth. He finally looked down, breaking from that fiery gaze of hers. He tried not to sway on his feet. His hamstring trembled, threatening to cramp and buckle. Finally he felt her hand on his cheek, the warmth of her slim body pressing against him. Her lips brushing against his throat as she spoke.

    "Very well then, paladin. I wait. But not for so long. You are mine, here or on the surface. You will see."
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:11 No.6182666
    He led her now, under the violet skies of morning. The rags he had used for shoes were gone now, and his feet were blistered and bleeding from scratches on the forest floor. But he pressed on, wanting to put miles between themselves and the cave exit. He wasn't sure where to take her--where she would be safe. Or something close to it. But as mouthy and obnoxious as she could be, he owed her. And he told himself that was all it was, over and over as though he might eventually believe it.

    They traveled late into the evening, and rose early in the morning, finding shelter from the midday hours. She huddled under her cloak, still miserable, hissing at him like a wet cat if he attempted to make conversation. She was still armed; he was not, though he had been using a dead-fallen branch for a walking stick for a few days now.

    The first night under the stars, she had stared at them for hours. Then in the morning he found her nestled against his body. When he stirred, she rose, straddling him, and mounted his morning erection without so much as a word or a caress, She took him--there was no other word for it. But he could not call it rape, to himself. Not the way he had grabbed so eagerly at her body, a silent request for forgiveness even as he abandoned himself to pure carnal pleasure. It had seemed to calm her for a little while, though her irritability had been replaced by smugness, occasionally barking orders at him as if to a servant. It turned out she was incapable of even braiding her own hair, and each midday he found himself clumsily combing out her long hair with his fingertips, plaiting it back into a crooked, rough braid. Telling himself that it was worth it just to have her shut up for an hour or so.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:12 No.6182676

    Modfag killed one thread before the latest update was archived, though.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:12 No.6182680
    He was no woodsman, he knew, and he was startled, not surprised, when a voice rang out from somewhere in the canopy above them: "HALT, the both of you, or die where you stand."

    The voice was elven; he looked up, back and forth, knowing he would never see the arrows that killed him. A soft hiss next to him, and he knew that Drisryna had also looked up at the voice, and now was pulling her hood back over her eyes, the noontime sunlight too bright for her even through layers of leaves.

    "Stand away from the slave, little drow. Or do you intend to cower behind him before you die?"

    Without thinking, Alaric moved in front of her, an arm swept back to keep her still as he placed himself in front of her, a tree trunk at their back. "I am no slave, sir; I am Alaric, paladin of Torm, and this one freed me and saved my life."

    A pause, and then an elf stepped into view atop a broad tree limb, above and before them. An arrow was nocked in his bow, though it was not drawn. His expression was mocking, "Oh, little priestess? Do you have him lying for you, also?" Another voice, then, speaking in elven, flurry of words uknown to Alaric. The elf before him replied, and several seconds later, the voice spoke again.

    "My companion says that you speak true, Alaric...so far as you know. But this one is still a servant of the fallen one, is she not? She has not forsworn her allegiance?"
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:13 No.6182694
    "She has turned against family and city. She has nothing to return to." Even saying so, he knew he could say no more. She still wore a piwafi blazoned with spider patterns; still had that silver symbol of her goddess hanging between her breasts--never removed, even when....he pushed the thought away.

    "You are eager to speak well of her, paladin. But what you cannot say, speaks more. Stand away from her. She must be taken to be judged, though I do not think well of her fate."

    Muttered words behind him, which he assumed to be curses. He winced slightly when he heard "Lolth," more than once. His arm pressed her closer, refusing to move. And then he felt a small, slim hand brush against his, and the hilt of a long dagger pressed into his grip. Her voice was a hissed, prideful whisper. "They will naut take me. Go if you must, but I die here, not in chains."

    He said nothing, only glaring at the elven ranger above. "I owe her my life, sir. I will not abandon her. Not when... not to a summary execution."

    The elf watched him, wordlessly. Then he leaped from tree branch to the ground, removing the arrow from his bow as he moved closer, standing several paces away. "If you speak for her, paladin, then we will hold any of her crimes against you. Do you understand?"
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:14 No.6182704
    Alaric's teeth clenched painfully together. But he had come this far; he had made promises. He could not turn back.

    "I give you my bond, sir. Whatever she does, from here on, I accept the consequences."

    The elf's eyes narrowed, but he slowly nodded. "I think you know not what you commit yourself to. But we will honor your oath--and be sure, we hold you to it. Bring her. We will give you passage, but not before the Captain sees you."

    The paladin slowly straightened, holding the dagger against his forearm, unsure if this was good fortune. And yet, an odd thought came to him, and he replied, "ask her yourself, sir. I am not her slave, but I am not her captor. She goes with you by choice, or not at all."

    The elf had turned away; he stiffened, and froze. Alaric wondered if he had finally pushed too far. But when the ranger turned, his face an ice-cold mask of forced politeness, he only said, "Drow. If you want passage through these woods, you must speak with our captain first. Follow me."

    Her hand moved across the small of Alaric's back, as she stepped out from behind him. Her own words were stiff, and heavily accented, but she merely said, "Then I shall." And she fell in behind the elf, sweeping past Alaric as though nothing had happened.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:14 No.6182705
    same, lol

    note the noko
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:23 No.6182817
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:24 No.6182835
    Killed two of them actually, the second didn't get archived at all.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:28 No.6182878
    this is what was saved
    They were crossing a broad, open valley, the stars starting to emerge through the blues and violets of the evening. The first time the switch snapped across the back of his thighs, he let out an involuntary yelp.

    He spun, the surprise angering him more than the pain. "Drisryna!" She merely smirked, the slender shrubbery-branch she'd trimmed swishing through the grass at her knees. He opened his mouth to say something more, then with a disgusted grunt he turned away, lengthening his stride.

    Within seconds, another swat, across his ass. He paused, trying to decide what to say, and for his patience he got a third lashing, the drow giggling behind him. He whirled again, reaching out and grabbing a handful of cloak. He reached for the switch, but she yanked it away from him, managing to leave a stinging welt on his wrist, and savaging his leg before he finally got a hold of her wrist. Her eyes were alight as he yanked her arm downward, and she slammed her small body against his, twining a leg around his thigh.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:28 No.6182890
    rest of what was saved
    More grappling, and she fell backwards, pulling him down into the grass. He let out an "oof!" managing to land on an elbow instead of sprawling heavily on top of her. Her legs locked around his hips, trapping him even as he finally yanked the makeshift switch from her hand and threw it away. She lay there, ivory hair splayed around her, breathing heavily through parted lips. She watched him, almost daring him, as she unbuttoned her vest, shamelessly baring herself to him.

    He was lost. He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling, then biting. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Her nimble hands slipped between their bodies, loosening clothes, greedily taking hold of him and guiding him into her own tight body. One of her hands dug into his hair, clutching at him painfully as he rode her.

    After he spent himself, he looked down at her, seeing once again that spider medallion between her breasts, amid the small beads of sweat on her dark skin, and some of his pleasure turned hollow. He buried his face in her shoulder, and wondered what he could possibly do next.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:31 No.6182920

    Is this the same writefag as the one who started this thread? The joy of anonymous posting.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:34 No.6182964
    Reads like it, Sandwich's characterization is different. Shame his stuff wasn't saved from last night. I like both versions.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:36 No.6182980
    >>6182964 I like both versions.

    Same, I just wish they'd start earlier in the night.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:39 No.6183009
    Someone make sure this one is archived before the "No Fun Zone" mod gets here.
    >> YetAnotherWritefag !BF9WDhCQ8M 10/08/09(Thu)02:40 No.6183018
    Now tripfagging for your convenience.


    Drisryna managed to simultaneously sneeer at the quality of arms provided by the temple of Torm, and be offended by the fact that none had been offered to her.

    "It's because you still wear that." Alaric gestured to one of the numerous spider-sigils, embroidered in her cloak. "And also, you asked a priestess if she gave head."

    "Nau, I asked the bitch if she swallowed when she gave head. She was insolent."

    "She heated water for your bath."

    "I did naut like the way she looked at me."
    >> YetAnotherWritefag !BF9WDhCQ8M 10/08/09(Thu)02:41 No.6183023

    Alaric finally gave up on the subject, and as they left the temple, admitted that she ought to be armored as well. "I'm not sure we can pay, however." He patted a small purse. "They gave me some coin for travel, but I don't think it will go so far..."

    "Money? This is no problem." She reached out, taking hold of his hand and turning it palm up. She lifted her hair, reaching behind her neck to the silver chain always hanging there. She produced a small metal vial, and to his suprise, uncapped it to sprinkle several precious, cut gemstones into his palm. He was speechless for a while, thinking of the weeks he'd spent stumbling through the forest in rags, sleeping on the ground and foraging for food.

    "You're quite...prepared. Come on." He pressed the gems back into her hand, and led her down through the streets, still morning-damp, looking for an armorer.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:41 No.6183030
    where is this continuing from
    >> YetAnotherWritefag !BF9WDhCQ8M 10/08/09(Thu)02:42 No.6183039

    She seemed willing enough to part with her cloak and clothes, worn since the Underdark, now faded and torn, beginning to fall to pieces. Sensibly enough she found long-sleeved clothing, hiding her telltale skin beneath shirt and gloves. Though most of the merchants balked when they saw her, more than a few came around at the sight of gold and silver coin. She relished the chance to be preened and fawned over, dragging the process out as she allowed clothiers to attend her, dressing her in various expensive garments. She ended by finding a long swath of richly colored, silken cloth, which she draped and wrapped about her head, shawl-like, to conceal white hair and dark-gray skin. Finally he managed to draw her away from the tailors and cloth-merchants, almost pushing her into a small armory.

    A chain shirt was found, which an apprentice had mistakenly made too small for anyone but a human youth, or an elf. Armor, a round shield, and a short, nimble sword cost more than all her clothing, forcing her to part with a few of her gemstones. With a leather jerkin buckled tightly over the maille, Alaric was at least comforted that she no longer looked like a raider or refugee from the Underdark.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:42 No.6183042
    Done, you can do it yourself too you know.

    >> YetAnotherWritefag !BF9WDhCQ8M 10/08/09(Thu)02:44 No.6183071
    That's all I got today. Not so many new Lawful Hawt Dickings. But you can go to bed now.

    I may have to start taking suggestions as to what sort of shenanigans they ought to run into.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:44 No.6183073
    whats the first threads archived number thing, like the link
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:45 No.6183094
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:46 No.6183099
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:48 No.6183118
    First thread

    Second thread

    Third thread
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:48 No.6183120
    Yes. Dwarfs are Shenanigans incarnate.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:48 No.6183125

    Drow, Dorfs, and drunken fun sound like a very interesting situation.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:49 No.6183127
    I vote against dwarves, we have too goddamn many threads about dwarves already.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:49 No.6183136
    It won't be ABOUT Dwarfs. It will be about the Drow and Paladin ENCOUNTERING Dwarfs.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:50 No.6183141

    And then the thread will derail into neckbeards sucking dwarf dick, I still vote no.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:51 No.6183157
    Since we, the neckbeards, have no control over the story, I do not think this will be a danger.
    Hell, that doesn't even have to be the ENTIRE next chapter either.
    >> Sergeant Alexandros II 10/08/09(Thu)02:52 No.6183158

    The drow is really Creed.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)02:58 No.6183240

    You don't control the STORY, but you do control the THREAD. And I think that the writefags who'e been sucked into this story can produce something better if they don't have people screaming WHY DIDN"T YOU NAME HIM BEARAXE MCAXEBEARD!!!! THAT"S THE ONLY REAL DWARVEN NAME!!!! I think the story holds much more promise with the focus squarely on the main characters without the intervention of drunken dwarves. Anyway, bedtime.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:00 No.6183259
    By that logic the characters should not encounter ANYONE other then themselves, because nechbeards will do that to ANYTHING, not just dwarfs.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:16 No.6183455
    My god, I'm in love with this pairing. They're so... so... intriguing!
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:18 No.6183479
    Well, how about the Paladin give a demo of his lifestyle? You know, smiting undead, killing thief kings (drow will love the gold and gems stockpile) and wandering the mountains finding inner peace and natural beauty.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:23 No.6183550
    I wanna see them go into a Human town... but to the Halfbreed sector of the City.
    Humans will fuck damn near ANYTHING.
    >> Floater Commander 10/08/09(Thu)03:42 No.6183755
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    Excuse me there are thousands of aplicable dorf names pic related
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:45 No.6183784
    BigRock BronzeFury... Catchy
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:47 No.6183800
    Paladin and Drow-chan need to meet Sandwich now.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:52 No.6183845
    You know who they should meet?
    Sea Elves.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)03:59 No.6183926
    Potential for good storytelling
    Shitty slashfic.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)04:07 No.6184009
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)04:54 No.6184508
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    Here is a screencap of the first par. It will make it easier to keep track of things as it moves along.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:09 No.6184646
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    Here is what was in this thread.For posterity's sake, ect, ect, ect.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:19 No.6184698
    The write faggotry is pointless we all know this relationship ends in emo and tears

    >She finds another young paladin to fill the void in her heart and recapture the exhilarating feeling of first coming to the surface and learning about a person she admires. As this one ages she starts being filled with neuroses. She feels the pain of losing him everyday, even before he has gone. Every morning is a new horror as the lines in his face grow deeper and his hair line recedes by a few follicles. Every time she sees a single hair fall of his head she pictures a grain of sand in an hourglass counting down the moment of his death. Even the most joyful times are bittersweet. She can't help but dwell on the nagging fact that soon she will be alone and the joy will be only a memory.
    >After her new companion passes she tells her self she will never again become emotionally invested in someone who's time is so brief. All too soon though, she finds her self enthralled and infatuated with another young crusader and restarts the tortuous cycle.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:27 No.6184743
    Fuck yeah on smiting undead.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:37 No.6184791
    The point of a story is the journey, not the destination.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:38 No.6184800

    >> God-Emperor of Mankind 10/08/09(Thu)05:41 No.6184821

    I will fucking PAY for the writefags drowtales account just so we can pitch this idea to them and get it drawn up.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:43 No.6184828
    Hell, I'd chip in for that.
    >> God-Emperor of Mankind 10/08/09(Thu)05:47 No.6184850
    though it would be just as much a favor to Daydream as it would be for us
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:52 No.6184886
    But... thats not the first thread.... or didn't it get archived? The original thread had HAWT dickings by the bucketload. That is 2nd, 3rd, 4th
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)05:53 No.6184894
    I'll shut up now. 2nd thread had 1st threads writefaggotry copy pasted.
    >> Khârn the Betrayer 10/08/09(Thu)06:00 No.6184947
    I'd been looking forward to reading this all day. Awesome.
    >> Cookie 10/08/09(Thu)06:32 No.6185147
    I like it actually. Mostly because it isn't just mainly a fapfic and just reads like a normal adventure story with the occasional mentioning of sex.

    I like it. And I'd love to see more of it.
    And the OP image is just adoring as well. :3
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)06:37 No.6185172
    I knew it was a good idea to bug a fellow drawfag to draw it!
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)06:48 No.6185254
    Quagmire's a paladin?
    >> Cookie 10/08/09(Thu)06:55 No.6185318
    Indeed, and especially one with such a wonderful art style like that.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)07:01 No.6185363
    Great, now I'm reading all of Alaric's dialog in Quagmire's voice.
    >> helpful /co/mrade 10/08/09(Thu)07:01 No.6185365
    I for one look forward to more tales of Drow-chan and Pally Dude. Great job, writefag!
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)07:06 No.6185400
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    >Bigby's Guide to Raising a Proper Lady

    Someone call for me?
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)07:42 No.6185569
    I like this story. And this writefag is good. And the drawing is great.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)10:28 No.6186707
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)13:39 No.6188690
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)13:41 No.6188716
    I'd bump that drow's rump if you know what I'm sayin'.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)13:45 No.6188763

    No...I don't...
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)13:45 No.6188770
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    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)14:56 No.6189578

    True enough, but dwarves draw a much larger reaction then any other type of character, except maybe Flare.

    Only if you also promise to rip the pics and put them on /rs/, I don't have the cash for a DrowTales account.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)18:02 No.6191979
    whats DrowTales?
    >> Urza 10/08/09(Thu)18:05 No.6192022
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    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)20:25 No.6193855
    I am please to see this thread is still here.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)20:26 No.6193878
    >i am please

    pleaseD. pleaseD.
    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)20:37 No.6194036
    Now if only that writefag was back.
    >> YetAnotherWritefag !BF9WDhCQ8M 10/08/09(Thu)20:52 No.6194285

    Changin from some bandits to a bunch of undead. This works better, I like it.

    >> Anonymous 10/08/09(Thu)20:58 No.6194374
    Shit, that's right. Sorry about that.

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