Jan 13, 2018
“I cast Guardian of Faith.”
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“I cast Guardian of Faith.”
There’s a pact demon at the crossroads...
…and it takes on the appearance of a nebulous, shadowy figure of vaguely humanoid shape. But the details are near indiscernible. Its edges are hazy. Its face a void of roiling darkness. It is a shape of consuming blackness, and it’s blocking the way. The darkness of what’s presumably its face peals back, a mockery of lips, revealing a horrendous maw of needlelike teeth that are much too long. That take up near its entire face. When it speaks its voice sounds wrong to the audios. As if it’s something primordial and old trying its hand at borrowed vocals.
And it says with tones dripping in amusement and promises of terrible things, “Hello, young ones. Trying to find your way? Well none shall pass here without harm. Unless certain…requirements are met. I can promise you safe passage if you simply make just a tiny deal with me-”
The being is horrible, and nightmarish and-
-it made the unfortunate mistake of trying to block Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
Speaking of the later, Sideswipe promptly ignores it in favor of looking at his brother, interrupting what was sure to be a foreboding and intimidating soliloquy of sorts with a-
The vaguely shaped mass of oil black, despite being mostly featureless, looks fairly bushwhacked. Because of all the reactions it has gotten before… fear, cockiness, reckless aggression…. that one’s new. Grating tones are laced with bewilderment. “What?”
So Sideswipe repeats even slower, “Would you wait a second for me?”
“What?”
Sideswipe heaves an exasperated sigh at having to repeat himself.“Three seconds,” promises the cleric.
The demon’s unstructured form agitates, but it concedes, “Fine. You have seconds.”
So the seconds tick by. One. Two.
And then on the third Sideswipe speaks again. “Kay. You can leave now.”
For a second, flabbergasted time the demon is dumbstruck.
But the stunned confusion at the sheer audacity of this child morphs to rage. Its form billows, spilling out into the air. “INSOLENT CHILD. I WILL NOT LEAVE HERE UNTIL A PACT HAS BEEN MADE-!”
“But we made one,” Sideswipe, again, interjects.
The anger seems to evaporate out of the mass, its form shrinking ever so slightly. “Huh-?”
“Right, Sunny?” Sideswipe looks to his brother who had been watching impassively.
“Definitely seemed that way,” is the almost bored answer as Sunstreaker slings an arm over his brother’s shoulder.
“That’s what I think too!”
“You did ask him to wait. He agreed.”
“Sounds like a pact to me!” Sideswipe agrees blithely.
And then the two brothers stare at the not so intimidating mass expectantly. The mass that is starting to look less foreboding, and more like the wind has been stolen from his sails.
“We did what you wanted. Shoo~” Sideswipe flops a dismissive hand at it.
“……….”
“….You mother fu-” Whatever the demon was going to say is lost to the wind. With the conditions of the deal met, it vanishes in a wisp. And with that the brothers continue on their merry way.
After all. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.
Sweetspark, I believe the other anon was referring to how your outfit shows off some of your assets
Sides: “Assets?”
“Like my ability score stats?”
“I mean, yeah, I guess by looking at me you can tell that my armor class won’t be high, but really it’s fine. I get to hang in the back for combat. The others get to be my metaphorical meat shields.”
Thundercracker removes his cloak and wraps it firmly around Sideswipe's shoulders and his front to keep his 'assets' away from nosy anons and lewd commentators >|
And Sideswipe beams up at Thundercracker because sweet little gestures like this still make effervescent feelings spring from his spark.
He tugs the cloth he’s practically swimming in a little tighter around his shoulders. “I still don’t get cold, you know, but thank you~”
*boops at the pair* Hey sooooo weird magic huh?
Sunny: “You don’t know the half of it.”
Sides: “Drift! I have holy, healing powers!” =D
“Sunny, has holy powers too, but they’re smite-ier!”
Sideswipe! Yours is special. You have a d20 scaled to size. Roll it and you can take yourself and anyone else who wants to go with you back to the D&D realm.
Sides: “!!!!!!!!!!!”
*He can go back?*
*HE CAN GO BACK!* =‘D
speakeasysniper asked: DID YOU PICK FRACKLING BHAAL
No, I didn’t pick the murder god.
alpha113n-redshirt-eradicon replied to your photo “~Sideswipe~ Class- Life Domain Cleric Stats- STR: 18, DEX: 13, CON:...”
*plays with skirt*
Sides: “Kinda sucks, that Sunny got the plate armor.” =I