Really?

And here I thought it died.

Without warning, Alaric held up his hand to silence Sal, as they crouched behind the cart watching the party. He pointed down the alleyway, from the direction they had come, and—yes, she could hear it too. Footsteps. Not good. She crouched further behind the wheel of the cart as Alaric began mumbling the beginnings of a spell—
"Well, I would think that—" Elias's response to the guard was cut off as an explosion rocked the square, jets of smoke coming from the alleyway from which they had emerged just a few minutes before. His heart sank as the guards before him tensed, reaching for their weapons. Elias put his hand to his sword. "I don't wish to harm you, " he said, as levelly as he could. But the guards only drew out their weapons. Damn. No way they could make it back to they alley now, not without taking care of these men first.

"Oy, look what we've got here?"

A voice comes from the square. Holding his sword before him Elias looked back, only to see what he feared most. A group of men clad in black, like the ones from before, leading a struggling Sal by her arms. Another is dragging Alaric, his robes singed and battered, unconscious behind him. "Here, what's this? An elf and a beast?" The guard captain smiled wickedly. "It looks like we've got ourselves a promotion, lads!"

My time is very important, is this porn or is it not?

>>8675860
Yes. Go away.

>>8675877
Never!

>>8675909
No, its not. Read the other two bits.

>>8675896

"That you have," said the leader of the men in black, as he neared them, the men leading Sal close behind him. "You have done a great service to your nation. We will take these... men from here."

"What is the meaning of this?" Elias said, his voice low.

"Meaning?" said the man in black, with a sneer. "You are traitors, and you will be treated as such."

"And who are you, to say such?"

"I am the Royal Inquisitor." He gave a a mock bow. "With a warrant from the king for your arrest. The king recognized by your order, mind you. Now put down your weapons."

"Why you—" Randolf started to move forward, but Elias held out a hand to stop him.

"No. If we fight him now, we're no better."

"What? That's—"

"We've done nothing wrong." He turned back to the Royal Inquisitor. "Very well. We will go with you peacefully. But you must return unhand our comrades first. We will not be manhandled."

"Hm. Possibly. Put down your weapons, and I will... allow you to come peacefully."

With a show of great care Elias laid his sword down on the ground in front of him.

"That's hardly—" Galad objected.

"Do it."

With great resignation Randolf and Galad laid their weapons down before them, the man in black smiling maliciously.

Without warning, Alaric held up his hand to silence Sal, as they crouched behind the cart watching the party. He pointed down the alleyway, from the direction they had come, and—yes, she could hear it too. Footsteps. Not good. She crouched further behind the wheel of the cart as Alaric began mumbling the beginnings of a spell—
"Well, I would think that—" Elias's response to the guard was cut off as an explosion rocked the square, jets of smoke coming from the alleyway from which they had emerged just a few minutes before. His heart sank as the guards before him tensed, reaching for their weapons. Elias put his hand to his sword. "I don't wish to harm you, " he said, as levelly as he could. But the guards only drew out their weapons. Damn. No way they could make it back to they alley now, not without taking care of these men first.

"Oy, look what we've got here?"

A voice comes from the square. Holding his sword before him Elias looked back, only to see what he feared most. A group of men clad in black, like the ones from before, leading a struggling Sal by her arms. Another is dragging Alaric, his robes singed and battered, unconscious behind him. "Here, what's this? An elf and a beast?" The guard captain smiled wickedly. "It looks like we've got ourselves a promotion, lads!"

"That you have," said the leader of the men in black, as he neared them, the men leading Sal close behind him. "You have done a great service to your nation. We will take these... men from here."

"What is the meaning of this?" Elias said, his voice low.

"Meaning?" said the man in black, with a sneer. "You are traitors, and you will be treated as such."

"And who are you, to say such?"

"I am the Royal Inquisitor." He gave a a mock bow. "With a warrant from the king for your arrest. The king recognized by your order, mind you. Now put down your weapons."

"Why you—" Randolf started to move forward, but Elias held out a hand to stop him.

"No. If we fight him now, we're no better."

"What? That's—"

"We've done nothing wrong." He turned back to the Royal Inquisitor. "Very well. We will go with you peacefully. But you must return unhand our comrades first. We will not be manhandled."

"Hm. Possibly. Put down your weapons, and I will... allow you to come peacefully."

With a show of great care Elias laid his sword down on the ground in front of him.

"That's hardly—" Galad objected.

"Do it."

With great resignation Randolf and Galad laid their weapons down before them, the man in black smiling maliciously.
.

>>8675946
>>8675951

What an odd way to troll.

As long as he keeps the thread bumped, I guess.

>>8675840
YES! Glad to see you're still alive, OP.

Still breathing writefag?

>>8675940

Behind them, Sal continued to struggle with her captors. Their grip was crushing around her now-small arms, and her new strength was not enough to break them.

So she did what she could. She bit them.

She was satisfied as she heard him scream. At least one part of her hadn't changed as much. She bit the other one, for good measure, shaking off his now-loosened grip and springing forwards out of their grasp towards the party—

>>8676219

A striking sound rung out through the square. Sal's limp body flew backwards, landing with a rough thump on the cobblestones a few paces away. The Inquisitor stood over her, his hand still held up, a look of disgust on his face. "Scaly bitch," he snarled, glaring down at her. "Look at you. Not so high and mighty anymore, are we?"

"Stop—"

"Quiet, you." The inquisitor silences Elias with a dismissive wave of his hand. "You were too incompetent to slay this creature before, but at least you brought it back to us to finish your job. Do you understand?" he said, gazing down at Sal. "We don't need you anymore!" Suddenly his face twisted into a snarl of rage as he drew back a foot to kick—

YAY
SALAGAIL!

This and an upcoming DnD session made my day.

>>8676284
Hope it's not mine because I'm totally unprepared

I was feeling depressed so I smoked some weed and now I'm too paranoid and nervouse to be depressed

regardless shit is not getting done

>>8676228

In that moment, as Elias watched, time seemed to slow to a crawl.

Why? he asked his god. What do I do now? I was supposed to be Elias Dragonslayer! I was supposed to purge the land of evil! I was supposed to be a hero! This wasn't what I was meant to do!

But... it wasn't always about slaying evil, was it? he thought suddenly There was more to it than that. Sure, slaying a terrible beast was a glorious feat, but being a paladin wasn't about glory, was it? He thought back to his teachers, the old paladins and monks and clerics and their training, their books, their sermons. —It was about protecting what was good, wasn't it? Not just chasing evil. Why fight the corrupt, if not to save the innocent?

He looked at Sal, curled on the pavement, glaring up at the Inquisitor with eyes full of tears and silent defiance. She wasn't a monster. He knew that already. She was... she was innocent, wasn't she.

And then.... what did that make these men, leering over her?

And so he lifted up his sword, a look of perfect clarity on his face, and the men who watched would later swear that they heard the voice of Pelor himself as he fell upon the Inquisitor before him, his sword awash with righteous flame, as he bellowed:


"SMITE EVIL!"

>>8676298
>You should be paranoid and/or nervous your group will beat the shit out of you for failing as a DM.

Bumping for relevant to my interests.

>>8676321
>as he bellowed: "SMITE EVIL!"

This has been one thing about some writefags that always irritated the shit out of me.

>>8676321


They made camp that night at the edge of the forest by a clearing. Exhausted, they mechanically went about the process of making camp—tying up the horses, gathering wood, healing any minor wounds—until they found themselves seated around the campfire in silence, staring into the crackling flames in the falling darkness.

"...So now what?" Galad said finally, voicing the unspoken question that had been in each of their minds. "Do we leave the country?"

"I'm staying," said Elias, simply. "I can't just stand by while this sort of thing happens. And... I have to make up for being a part of all this."

"Then I will stay as well," said Alaric, casting a glance at Sal. "I too, feel responsible." He smiled. "And I am still curious as to why my spell reacted the way it did. It would be wrong to leave behind a such a fascinating subject."

"Same here," said Randolf, grinning as the others looked at him with surprise. "I've heard plenty of songs about heroes slaying dragons, but never one about one saving them." He shrugged. "I might as well be the first to write one, eh?"

The three turned to look at Galad.

"...And I suppose you all still need a cleric?" he said bitterly. He threw up his hands "Alright, fine. But you owe me. Maybe try that spell on me sometime, wizard." He cast a sidelong glance at Alaric, who shuddered.

>>8676405

Elias turned to Sal, still gazing silently into the fire.

"Well?" he said gently. "I know we're part of the reason you're in this mess to begin with, but, well, will you have us, Sal? Er, sorry, I mean Salaga—"

"It's fine."

"What?" Elias replied, confused.

"Just Sal is fine."

Elias scratched his head. "You sure? If you want, we—"

"I said it's fine!" she yelled suddenly, glaring at him. "Gods, are all human men so daft? How can you—"

Randolf smiled to himself as he watched their bickering from across the fire. There was a word he had heard once ( was it Elvish? Gnomish? Something like that) for people like her. Sun—no wait, what was it again? Tsun? Tsundere, that was it. He'd have to remember it for his song.

Oh, but this will be an interesting song to be sure.....

And that's all I got, at least for now. There's still plenty of places this story could go, and plenty of questions left unanswered, but its almost 3am and I think I've tied it up enough for part 3, at least.

The author will now take your questions.

>>8676417
>tsundere

GET OUT

YOU SUCK AT THIS

>>8676400
What do you mean? Serious question, I wouldn't be posting shit like this online if I didn't want people to respond.

I LIKE IT

>>8676430
>The author will now take your questions.
Can you promise to never do the "SMITE EVIL!" thing again?

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE PEOPLE SMITED?

>>8676436
...I kinda like the idea of gnomes being a race of frothing anglo-japanophiles. It fits with my view of there being nothing good about at any level.

>>8676464
Can you tell me why its so bad?

>>8676477
They were smited. Smitten. Whatever.

Also, I'm not very good at writing fight scenes....

>>8676400
eah, to a point I dont care. At the end of the day its easyer to write that then make up something like.
"The Darkness will have Pelors brand burned upon it!"
every damn time. Besides, maby its treditional?

>>8676458
Assuming the reader knows what these characters are based around - a D&D group - it breaks ANY sort of immersion that you would have (I believe it would even if they didn't know but I'm not hunting up someone just to ask). You might as well had the wizard calling out 'FIREBALL!' & the cleric yelling the names of his spells too.

That is unless the reader really just doesn't give a shit - then it doesn't matter at all.

>>8676528

Fair enough. I actually asked myself that same question as I wrote it, but I wanted to sort of have a "nod to the source," as it were. I can see your point though.

>>8676522
That's the thing: you DON'T have to come with some...Phrase of the Encounter for a Smite. All that is really needed is some descriptive text making it clear, or at least suggesting, that the attack is special in some way. And any of the phrases or whatever to yell during the attack, when what is said is actually written in, should be reserved for dramatic, or at least story-important moments.

Damn near anything is better that shoving what , effectively, the name of the attack is in there. Then it just starts seeming like Dragonball Z.

>>8676515
It betrays a lack of subtlety immense enough to have you point out a trope that you're invoking to your audience and then pat yourself on the back for doing so.

>>8676603
>reserved for dramatic, or at least story-important, moments.
Fixed for my own damn self. Damn commas. Fuck this I'm going bed.

Regardless of my bitching: nice work writefag.

Damn, didn't think that would annoy so many people. Thanks for the feedback, I'll remember that next time I writefag something up.

So author what abilitys does Sal have left? is it possible for her to get back a little of what she has lost, like her breath weapon? (If rather on a more small scale I imagine)

couple of things I imagine will come up in time, like getting used to being so soft. Going from being able to snuggle into a pile of coins and gems to stubbing your toe on a rock is sure to present problems. Might actually learn to appreciate footwear, and eventually understand the point of cloathing (for protection anyhow).

>>8676417
Fairly short but exceedingly enjoyable regardless.
Thanks a lot, writefag.

Hey writefag, what's goin on? I've been reading since thread one and wanted to know if you needed (or wanted) an editor to put all this shit together.

Also, has anyone else noticed a sort of subtle rhyming scheme? For some reason I'm finding that almost every line rhymes in some way. With a few word changes it could be poetry!

I didn't notice a rhyming scheme, but it would be interesting if it was all pulled together and edited.

>>8676726
If I was to write it, then yea, she would probably get back some powers as time goes on, possibly as the result of experimentation by the wizard.

>>8676880
Heh, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.

If you want to clean it up and put it on 1d4chan or something, by all means do so. I writefag because I think it's fun and because it's good practice, and I try to keep what I write here anonymous and separate from the "actual" writing I do IRL, so you don't have to ask me permission to steal ideas from me here or spread what I've written around—hell, I take that as a complement.

>>8677032
in that case...

YOINK!
*Runs away with a helarius idea*

I'd say with regards to any magic draconic sorcery wouldn't transfer to a human form (assuming it's innate to the actual form itself). Of course, the flipside would be the sorcery translated perfectly but using it in the new form is unwieldy for a while (assuming it's innate to the soul).
Either way, she still has centuries of knowledge.

>>8677071
Heh, you're not the first to do that, considering I stole it from the OP/other writefag in the first thread.

You stole it well enough nobody was bothered.

>>8676430

gj & ty. hope to read moar tomorrow

Wonderful Worker Writefag!
I hope to see more from you

Hey, didn't this guy also do the pally-dude and drow-chan series?

ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL
> slowpoke.jpg

Europe 600-1600 : Get new clothes, avoid being identifed by authority completely.

Medieval Fantasy : IT'S LIKE PRESENT-DAY, ONLY WITH SWORDS AND RAILROADS.

>Either way, she still has centuries of knowledge.

On wood carvings and everything connected with it, I presume.

That sucked.