Have you ever had a good romance develop in one of your games? And I don't mean sex or lewd times, I'm talkin' about love.
Doomed, innocent, one-sided, star-crossed, reciprocated, jaded, cynical, sweet.
Love, y'know, one of those concepts that binds human cultures together.
Here's hoping he croaks soon so we can move on to Keith in the black lion, Lance in red and Alura in blue. The way it's supposed to be.
What is it with Japan and making one out of every twenty-five characters literally midgets? It makes sense when they're a child or really old person, but it doesn't make sense when they peak at 9 and stay the same height forever.
Not really the point of the thread.
Knew I should have used a different pic.
I don't know if it was any good all said and done, but my PC's story in an apocalypse campaign ended this way.
He was lost somewhere between hope and grief for the bulk of the adventure, and didn't see what was right in front of him. One night, after a long journey she was separated and confronted by a powerful NPC, who'd been working against the party. She might've survived if she cooperated, submitted, but that wasn't her. Drawing her weapon was the last choice she ever made, and firing it was the last thing she ever did.
That went over about as well as you might imagine. Making sure the remaining party escaped, he went on a rampage against the NPC's forces. Now the critical thing here is that he was, pound for pound the weakest party member by far, and the NPC knew this. Really, he should've been no more successful than a dog versus a train. But the front line's ammo dump just exploded. The communication's gone dark. The supply line's been compromised and the water's been poisoned. There's shattered glass on the floor and so are the guards.
I want to say he won, that he did what no one thought he could do, but he succumbed to his wounds half way across the room. The NPC survived, everything they'd built crumbling around them. The remaining party did escape though, and ended up okay.
I actually killed my love interest for going against the order. The tough life of a paladin.
There once was a trooper from Drook
Who had never read one book.
He stumbled upon a wounded Kroot
Her body blistered, covered in soot
He promised her help at his base
If she swore not to eat his face
So a love was born,
and many cultists torn
So on the stars they sailed wide and far,
Thanking fuck there wasn't a commissar.
Shut up, I'm not a poet.
Not really. The characters got turned into NPCs before their relationship could be fleshed out any more.
Probably for the best, to be honest. I like them better as NPCs.
Basically, the fighter banged a barmaid and daughter of the guard captain, because why the fuck not. And she turned out to have class levels, because why the fuck not. So they got married, because why the fuck not.
So it turns out the barmaid was actually dangerously mentally unstable and the only person who could keep her in line was her husband, who she was extremely possessive of. Fighter got killed at one point, depressing her horribly, but he got revved as an NPC and they basically got their honeymoon before the Fighter had to help fight a war.
They were both later killed 'offscreen' and their children spirited away.
But how do they even...?
I assume they don't.