Tell me about romance, anons. How has it gone in your campaigns? Got any stories you'd like to share?

Same dude my dude. It's going all right. DM's asking a lot of me in terms of invention specifics.

>What's it made of? (This one is fair.)
>How's it work?
>Right, I don't understand can you draw it?
>I don't think this will work.

Meanwhile we have two shapechangers assassins who have trivialized all combat because of the shit they pull off.

Romance, not sex

Well, if you insist.

>Now, you know for a fact that a codpiece is useless without proper support, and no self-respecting adventurer ever goes before a size XL.
>It's just common sense - it needs to support structure!
>As such, the only time a size L would be used is either A) the bearer is VERY sure of the strength of what it contains
>Or B) the codpiece is, in fact, larger on the inside, a major expense to fulfill.
>Barwenches are notorious for being both sure of their assets, and careful with their goods.
>Naturally, you deduce, she's packing more than she's showing.

So what'll it be? Will you investigate further? Dare you enter her magical realm?

Is Tasha a coalburner?

>playing Curse of Strahd
>friend is playing a bisexual sorc who's happy to screw anyone attractive
>run into Victor
>he's instantly smitten with our sorc's amazing good looks, confidence, freedom, and life outside Barovia
>but he's super shy about it and doesn't say anything (even though it's totally obvious)
>proceeds to help us out again and again, turn the whole party invisible, and save our lives more than once
>ghost erases sorc's memory
>we get Van Richten to restore it
>Victor finally kisses him, right on the fuckin lips

It's really cute and I'm eager to see where it goes. But we're all expecting the DM to kill Victor off anytime, feelsbadman

>play tabletop games/vidya with Fiance on the reg
>relentlessly attempt to murder each other's characters at every opportunity
>mfw

mean girls make the most fun GFs

I hope you all find a girl who likes to do dumb shit

Is that slang? What does that even mean?

It means a white woman in a romantic relationship with a black man.

Technically Grazz't has been female as well as male. For example, he pretended to be Malcanthet, and in her form seduced and fucked (repeatedly) Kostchtchie. So would he still qualify as a black man?

I'd say yeah, but is his primary form black, or does it jsut have black skin, and does that even matter?

He's a demon prince and she's a CE witch, I think she has bigger problems.

A vtm ghoul and her melancholic sire in Clan Giovanni

The ace reporter who wanted to stop the party's vigilante justice and the party's comic relief character that was willing to turn on his friends to protect her.

I've got one story that didn't end up in someone's magical realm. but it's kind of a doozy so bear with me. So, my players are enjoying going through life as per normal, when they for some reason decide to abandon their main quest to go and track down a giant ant that has stolen the bard's lucky horseshoe for 10 days straight. In the middle of their escapade, they run into a 5 sided war between gnolls, kobolds, drug-addict gnomes, a singular frog of unusual size, and 4291 1/2 skeletons. In their first encounter, I randomly rolled to decide what the composition of the encounter would be, and lo and behold I ended up having the frog, 91 1/2 skeletons, and two kobolds.

The party doesn't quite know what to do, as they see the frog destroying the skeletons, the 1/2 skeleton strangling a kobold to death, and the other kobold holding its knees and crying while carnage ensues around it. The cavalier decides that since the kobold is crying, it's the obviously innocent party and strides forth on his dire sheep to save it. He gets caught by the frog's errant tongue, which prompts the rogue, ranger and bard to try and pull him out from the mouth before it swallows the cavalier whole. Meanwhile, the cleric goes off to help the kobold, with the 1/2 skeleton already having downed the other kobold and making its way to the second one. After beating the thing to redeath by smashing it with his holy broomstick, he hopped onto the dire sheep and rode off with the kobold. The party joined up with the cleric a few hours later, dragging an unconscious and wet cavalier behind them, with quite a few bruises in the shape of skeletal hands. They then set up camp for the night, keeping an eye on the kobold that still hasn't stopped crying since they saved it.

Through two days of trying to coax the kobold out of its fear that the people who saved it were simply going to kill it for xp later, they learned that the kobold was in fact a princess and wished to go home. The party saw the potential windfall coming their way and decided to return the princess for the riches of the kobold kingdom. During their travels, fighting off the odd skeleton horde and running from the frog, the bard thinks its a good idea to try and seduce the kobold princess into loving him. It backfires hilariously, and his awful rolls result in him trying to rope the second most charismatic character into helping him win her heart. The cleric, kind fellow that he is, agrees to help the bard. However, he can't roll a good seduction to save his life. The cleric then decides he's just going to try the direct approach and tell the princess what the bard's been trying to cook up to get in her proverbial pants.

The cleric, in the process of trying to help the bard, actually ended up convincing the kobold that HE was the interested party by complete accident. Situation bungled, the cleric ended up trying to beg the bard to help him turn off the kobold since he'd done so in the short time they'd been trying to sweet talk their way into the kobold royal family. Cockblocked and insulted, albeit unintentionally, the bard actually tells the cleric to fuck off and tries to do his best to push the kobold into the cleric's arms. Suffice it to say, the party's just completely flabbergasted by the fact that the bard and cleric are in the middle of an interpersonal scuffle where the means of inflicting revenge was with kobold love. The cleric is just having a bad time all around, because he can't risk upsetting the princess and lose out the potential reward for the party, but he also doesn't want to be the kobold's object of affection. Then they encounter the gnomes.

The gnomes, driven insane by their desire to harvest kobold innards for creation of their intellect increasing euphoric drugs, attacked the party after seeing they had a kobold with them. The party decided to fight the gnomes instead of running, but found themselves bombarded by poison gas and electric staves. The party ends up nearly wiping, saved from being overwhelmed because the gnomes weren't immune to their own gas, but gets into negative hitpoints on everyone but the rogue. Barely alive, the cleric sees a gnome coming straight for him. He doesn't have enough hitpoints to survive an attack, and prepares to shelve his character sheet for the night. Then, the unthinkable happened. The crying, scared, and emotionally confused kobold princess, took up a fallen gnome's weapon and charged. She swung wildly, beating the gnome to death in two turns while taking a couple of hits in the process. The last thing the cleric saw before falling unconscious was the kobold princess standing in a victory screech over the charred and twitching gnome corpse.

A day later, after recovering some healing potions from the gnomes that didn't end up being used in the fight, the team nurse managed to get everyone up and healthy, with most of them calling the rogue 'mom' for her troubles. During the course of their recovery, the kobold always stayed within close range of the cleric, clutching onto that glorified cattle prod like it was covered in gold. She camped outside of the tent, occasionally peeking in to see if the cleric was okay while trying to remain unseen. The cleric hadn't not taken notice of it, and actually came to be quite thankful of the kobold's efforts in saving his life.

When they finally returned to their mission, having avoided detection from the second gnome encounter, they finally made it to a kobold outpost. The kobolds were happy to see their princess safe and sound, and lauded the adventurers for saving her. They actually got to take things easy for a few days and resupply as they planned to escort the princess back to the kingdom proper. During their downtime, the cleric's worst fears were realized as the princess approached him while he was alone. The kobold princess bumbled her way through the conversation, trying to present herself as properly as possible while holding back on the desire to confess her not so hidden feelings. The cleric was torn. He wanted to not bang the kobold, but also realized that if he copped to attempting to exploit her emotions for financial gain that he'd look like a huge tool. So, he simply played along with the princess' fantasies if for no other reason than to spare her feelings. In doing so however, he only let the problem fester.

Resupplied, the group sallied forth again into the wilderness and fought off another few gnome skirmishes. During their fighting, the princess constantly stayed by the cleric's side to serve as his shield. The sheer devotion of the kobold weighed heavily on his heart. One day, the rogue approached him out of nowhere while they were setting up camp. They got to talking, a few insults were hurled, and the rogue nearly shanked the cleric while proclaiming that it was wrong to string along someone's emotions, even if they were a kobold. The matters had muddled so hard in the cleric's mind that he didn't know what to think anymore.

During all this time, the bard hadn't been sitting idly by. He took notice of all that had been going on, and actually started to feel sort of bad about the whole situation. He approached the cleric, wanting to apologize for succeeding in making a small lizard fall in love with him, but found the cleric was actually having a conversation with the kobold. He then saw the kobold breaking down in tears, and running away to hide in one of their tents. The bard went and talked to the cleric, discovering that he had gone and broken the poor princess' heart. The bard, feeling all sorts of remorse after his greed had subsided, went to find the princess. The party was then quickly beset by gnolls, who proceeded to set their camp ablaze and made off with the cavalier and princess while the rest of the party was preoccupied. Once the situation had calmed down, the group immediately went about mounting a rescue. They were not prepared for what came next, though.

After the ranger tracked down the gnoll raiders to their main camp, they saw that hell had broken loose in a confrontation between the gnolls, gnomes, and the frog. It was now twice the size it was before, clad in a haphazard plating made of bones stuck together by a sticky slime. It was devouring gnolls and gnomes left and right, belching out a mixture of gases and fire after swallowing dozens of them whole. The cavalier had come to and was trying to fight his way out of a group of gnolls that had set themselves on fire to not be eaten by the frog.

As the chaos was roaring around them, the group tried to rescue the cavalier while dodging flaming poison clouds and bodies flying through the air. They eventually succeeded, but the cavalier mentioned that he didn't see what happened to the princess and said that they couldn't leave without her. Not a moment later, they all heard the screams of the kobold princess. Weaving through the battlefield, they saw her holding onto a tree for her little life as she was being pulled at by the frog. Before they could make it to the frog, they heard the tree's bark shred as the kobold was swallowed whole. It was at this point that the cleric snapped. He charged in, uncaring for his safety while running through a hellscape. The frog had proved too hard to injure with his spells and broom. By the time the party caught up to him, he was already half dead. The conditions had gotten too bad for the party to move through without taking massive damage, so he was all but trapped. Realizing that he had little options left, he scuttled around and tossed the gnomish shock staves at the frog, hoping it would stick. While it managed to do some damage, it was far too little in comparison to the vitality of the frog. The cleric was at death's door before long.

Battered, bloodied, and desperate, the cleric did the one last thing he had left to try. He fell to his knees and prayed to Tymora to help him. He screamed that he would do anything to avenge the princess' death, even if it meant his own. After an intense silence, the area around him cleared away with a gust of wind, and the broomstick he had jokingly used as his character's weapon had transformed. It turned into a massive gilded hammer, wrapped in chained coins bearing Tymora's visage. While the hammer was in his hands, he could feel his wounds giving way to his newly found strength, as if he'd never been struck. After the awe had passed, the cleric turned his attention to the frog once more and raised his new weapon high.

The party, while completely capable of helping him, stood back and watched the cleric duke it out with the frog. He struck at the mighty amphibian, cleanly blowing off its newfound armor without so much as a thought. It then tried to lunge at him, and swallow him whole in a last ditch effort. In response, the cleric swung the hammer upward, and knocked the frog's head clean off of its body. From its corpse a set of magical armor, a horseshoe, and a few partially digested bodies spewed forth, with the form of a barely breathing kobold among them. The cleric let his weapon drop, and walked towards the pile of bodies. As soon as he'd made it to the princess, his body had given out from under him and he fell to the ground motionless.

The cleric came to, two weeks later, in the heart of the kobold kingdom. The very first thing that he had seen when he awoke was the princess sleeping next to him. He saw that she was missing a couple of scales on her face, but was otherwise fine. He slept until the next day, content that he'd saved her life. Once the princess saw him awake, she battered him with a flurry of statements and apologies. She let her emotions get the better of her, and fell to her knees as she hugged him as hard as she could. The cleric returned her embrace, just as happy as she was that they were reunited.

After a lot of explanation, and a bit of convincing, the kobold princess was allowed to stay with the cleric, which he didn't seem to nearly mind as much as he used to. The party then proceeded to go out and finish slaying the gnolls, capturing the gnome facilities, and stopping the necromancer who was raising the skeletons of people that died in the marshes. The party proceeded to breeze through quite a bit of the original quest after gaining the backing of a kobold kingdom, and ended the invasion of the orc nations. The original human empire they were working with then proclaimed them heroes, and started up a festival in their honor. The weapon that the cleric had used to defeat the frog became a centerpiece during the celebration, and was deemed a national treasure. Afterwards, the party retired to the kobold kingdom and helped to strengthen it through trade with the Gonnel Empire. It entered a golden age of prosperity as the Kingdom of Pren, ruled by Ruram and Mikhail Pren who were succeeded by their seven half-kobold children.

To this day, I have never seen another campaign where the bard wasn't the one who stole the girl.

Romance in my campaign has the way of Tite Kubo so far, as in any relationship involves one or more of the people involved dying/dead

Love is pain.

One of the PCs in my game has an understated romance with a side-villainess who has her own plans running and wants to use the party rather than destroy them directly. He's a Moon Druid, she's a Conjurer Wizard (as far as PCs ever possess NPC classes in 5e). It all started with the two of them having a debate about the nature of magic during a boss fight, which he won by virtue of becoming a bear and crushing her minions. He invited her to get drinks sometime (no persuasion roll fuckery, he just asked) and she was intrigued enough to agree. She's been showing up out of costume for months now masquerading as the owner of the local apothecary shop, having long philosophical and theurgic talks with him, and offscreen getting boned by him.

I plan to have the players find out when, somewhere down the line, they find the paintings she's done of him in her attic, along with her villain costume.

That was beautiful, have a Ninja for your troubles.

I enjoy those kind of villains.

I have a ongoing story that it isn't going well.
My PC is a summoner/pyromancer and he'd a lancer partner(cute but tsundere as fuck). They grew up together like siblings. When she was about 14-16, PC's father tried to rape her, but was stopped by PC's sister. A few years later PC and her hooked up for the first time, but when they were going to bed her PTSD strikes hard and after that their relationship stagnated. Sometime later a event happened and kills everyone they loved. But the only way for the girl to survive was to link her existence to my PC's soul. Because of that they can't get away from each other more than 200fts.

Now starting the events that occurred during the campaing.
Everything was alright for the most part. Sometimes a party member or a NPC make a joke. Although the "Oh! Sorry, but your room have only one twin size bed" cliche was more frequent than it should. And everytime a hit on a girl she get all jealous.
One night every character drank to much and everything fade to black. GM looked at me "user you wake up. You feel like your head it's going to explode. You're naked. When you look back you see that your waifu it's naked on the bed too. Aaaaaand that's all folks. See you next week."

After a week of me caring to much about a ficticional character in a pretending game we get to the moment of truth, and it was far worse than i could imagine. She wasn't sleeping or waiting for me to wake up with a smile on her face. She was lying in fetal position crying like a baby. When i tried to get closer she recoiled in fear and with eyes full of tiers, barely forming word she said "Please, just leave me alone. I don't want to be near you. Oh God! How stupid i was in trusting you, i thought you were diferent." I get out of the room. One hour later she get out too, even though we couldn't remember anything from last night, it became visible that the caracters didn't had sex. After a session or two, both overcome the occurrence.

A month in game later i confess to her and it was reciprocal. Pretty obvious tho, but still being a memorable moment.

Things started to went real bad because all the players want to kill the That Guy of our table, a dwarf Tony Stark wannabe. We were in a dungeon and we all end up being caught in a trap. It was our perfect chance to kill him. He would be eaten by the indestructible insects of the dungeon and no one can blame on us. But in the end he just lost a arm, and the bard lost a hand. She discovered that was all a plan of mine and run away. She would rather die than stay chained to a monster.

I went after her in the desert and find her not in tears but overflowing with hate. She looked right into my eyes and said " Why everything you do is lie? I really thought you were diferent, and special. user. He was our friend. He almost die last fight to save you. Look at the bard too, he is one of your best friends and he lost a hand for being caught in your plan. In the end, you and your father are the same, trying to force yourself into me. I wish so much to not be chained to you". And it end up that the amulet with a unknown magic we got a lot of time before granted her this wish.

Everyone in the party hear that and we started civil war right there. The dwarf and the bard sided with her. The esper and the T-2000 like robot sided with me. The avatar and the chronomancer remained neutral. And everyone starter to try killing each other. My PC knows it was all his fault so he didn't fight, so she started to destroy me, saying how much she hates me, but in the end she also couldn't kill me. Suddenly the stronger man in the world, GM's first PC(Yeah! I know), show up, stop the fight
and recruited her as his pupil.

Sometime later a depressed and edgy version of my PC, trying to blame someone else, challenge him to a fight. No need to say that i lost. But it still being a good fight. Even the girl was watching and admited that. I even got nerfet after this beacuse i almost won a battle designed to be impossible to win. Her master end up being a cool guy, he also give me a part of his fire elemental soul(he romanticaly loves this spirit).

Every here and there our paths intersect. Her master helped her to stop hating me like a mad man but she still acts cold towards me. She even said to the bard(There characters are friends again, and he belives in love a lot) that we can, and will propably be friends again, but she doesn't think that she can love my PC again.

I had a scenario in my game that could have been solved by romance. If the players had been going for the 100% completion double-extra-thorough, they might have been able to hook up the wicked chromatic dragon tyrant with the nosy metallic dragon busybody. With a little effort invested in bringing them around to it, they'd have settled into a wary triumvirate guaranteed by the adventurers;

SHE was arrogant and belligerent and confident in her supremacy (but prudent enough to not try and take on the party and the Brass at once). She enjoyed making people cower and obey her whims, being terrifying, and daring others to mess with her.

HE was mildly terrified of HER, but talked into it by the party, motivated by the chance to temper the evil tyrant's rule, and, let's be honest, a little tempted by the chance to pork a Red thirty years his elder, he'd have gone along with it and been Good Cop to her Bad Cop. Soft power to her hard power, and a moderating influence to her tyranny.

The party, with both sides intent on keeping them, at worst, neutral, or preferably, on one side, would have been elevated to significant nobility and kept as personal friends/royal advisers/etc as both dragons want to keep an eye on them and both are wary of the other trying to get too close to them.

Overall it would have ended up with them with sizable noble titles, a neutral chromatic and a good metallic reigning wisely over a citystate, and everything being groovy.

Of course, being adventurers, they just settled for the 'stab badguy, that fixes everything' solution.

GM liked you waifu so much that he stole her for himself

Well there is this one metroid artwork...

I usually run romance as a subplot in a lot of games. Players are so incredibly thirsty, and it's a great way to improve their investment in things that don't involve killing or looting.

I'll say, however, that I've taken a few notes:

1.) Don't focus on the sex. Since the PCs can't actually enjoy the sex, just fade to black. What's more important is how the girl responds the morning after, which is immensely satisfying.

2.) The players are not the PCs. Remember, while you might loathe your players, the PCs are usually immensely likeable heroes (or suitably brooding antiheroes). You have to think like a woman, and find something to love in them.

3.) Drama is the stuff of life. A relationship is there to give more plot hooks and to draw the PCs into more shit. Conflict is inevitable. Make it so that PCs can fail the romance subplot, and call it quits if they can't meet your standards. No-one's entitled to a Bioware-style romance, where you just click the right options.

4.) The chase is the fun part. PCs don't want to get laid, they want the full dramatic anime romance-arc thing. Remember this and plan accordingly.

Do you have any examples?

Yes, but the most memorable one ended poorly. I felt really bad for the player afterward, because of how it went down.

Literally never do any form of romance or seduction in our games, because we're not /that guy/.

D&D is played for heroic feats, not trying to fuck a tavern wench with a face like a punched lasagna.

>playing shadowrun
>my character ends up falling for a KE agent that literarily tried to kill him five years back
>she was supposed to be the bbeg after a time skip, since she only had .11 essence left and was basically a terminator when it comes to taking her down
>thanks to him explaining he wasn't a terrorist and meeting up with her to discuss issues and tip her off on the real nasty shit other runners are doing (dirty bombs, wet work, pretty much anything that wouldn't be a hooding job) she grew to trust, then respect, then love him
>the emotion so powerful it snapped her out of borderline psychosis
>mfw it's been a blast rping what is similar to a film noir love story
>mfw we might actually beat the odds in shadowrun and retire together

It's honestly been great. They're not always slobbering over one-another, but it helps a ton during quiet moments or when they have to argue about jobs or arrests, not to mention the added threat of someone targeting the other during busy moments

Whoops. Didn't mean to quote someone there.

There was this thing.

That is a surprisingly high-res version of Higure. Thank you, user.

>He is a really strong sword&board fighter
>she is a cleric of a warrior god, clad in heavy armor and wielding a two-handed axe
>They fight back to back, beat up goblins and undead
>Save each other's lives a couple times
>Once they get back to inn, almost instantly jump each other's bones

Still dating.

That's adorable.

Honestly the reply sorta made some sense.

Just got the girl, at least for now. Going pretty well for my character. Got laid and we're in love. Ran off dramatically/recklessly to save her from going to dangerous place alone.

I stuck my dick in my familiar. It was very romantic.

Did you polymorph your familiar into a woman first?
I did on accident. It was... well, it happened.

I feel this is an abuse of power.

>killed by BBEG, leaving behind waifu
>become BBEG's undead lieutenant and commit terrible atrocities as mindless zombie knight
>get freed, join PCs with little/no memory of life before undeath, only a burning desire to kill BBEG
>realize slowly that former waifu is there in the party, trying her best not to cry b/c she's with someone else now
>meanwhile im an abomination against the laws of god and nature
>quietly disappear in the middle of the night to stop BBEG on my own bc being around living waifu hurts too much

That Shit was Priceless,

I played through and romanced a NPC in a PF Adventure Path once, specifically Jade Regent.

My middle-aged Aasimar Oracle with his one lame leg (he walked with a cane to make up for it) and ridiculous Charisma + Constitution scores (we rolled for stats, I came out with straight 18s in both and reasonably not-shit everywhere else) wound up drawing the main NPC Ameiko out of her shell, and basically she fell for him hard.

It took a little while, admittedly. Some presents, lots of interaction, his being a consummate smooth talker and the de facto party face (since the Bard kept getting sidetracked). Culminated in fade to black one night, and next session everybody already new IC because "Ameiko's a screamer".

Pretty solid romance all told.

Pathfinder has core adventure modules?

>3.) Drama is the stuff of life. A relationship is there to give more plot hooks and to draw the PCs into more shit. Conflict is inevitable.

My DM turns all my love interests into villains we have to fight. Does DM hate me or is that their idea of drama? Have you ever done that?

It's not very fun for me

I've never really done that, because it leads to a form of carthasis that's too simple. It just becomes a punching match.

If a girl tells you to your face that she hates you and never wants to see you again, because you're scum, that's one thing. If you have to sword-fight her, that's another. The former hits a lot harder, because the solution isn't violence.

Amusingly, I try to reflect all the relevant stats in romance. Like, let's face it, if you have high Strength (as was relevant to one game where the whole party consisted of high-school demon-hunting knights, like the most emo boyband ever) you look like of those muscular angels that's about to lay down some righteous smiting.

When one of the female leads was talking to that particular PC, who had his shirt off, she literally couldn't stop staring at his abs. After that scene, one of the other players PM'ed me and told me he wanted to start buffing Strength too.

>If a girl tells you to your face that she hates you and never wants to see you again, because you're scum, that's one thing. If you have to sword-fight her, that's another.

Heh, that both happened actually. Tore up my PC's heart and then turned into a villain. So a part of me is thinking, hey DM is doing the old push away someone you love because you're about to do something bad shtick. Another NPC is in the wings that is in love with my PC so its a good old love triangle. I think I can go either way but I have a feeling DM wants me to go a certain way. DMs can never make stuff easy.

There's one. Note that this is Exalted, which may make the story a little hard to understand if you're not familiar with the mechanics.

My Solar Exalted, through a variety of reasons, found himself in the Underworld with the rest of the Circle. There's a brothel called 'the House of Dolls' in the Underworld, which is populated entirely by ghosts. The woman in charge is an ancient ghost known as the Mistress With White Hands, who pines after the man she loved (in life). The thing is, my PC was the reincarnation of her ex-lover.

In Exalted, ghosts can eventually move to a new life (reincarnation is a guaranteed and natural part of the soul's cycle in Creation) if they resolve their worldly passions, like in Wraith. My PC eventually convinced her to reincarnate. The thing was, she still wanted to be with him, as a living woman.

Normally, this would be an inherently tragic story. In Exalted, where the PCs have literally world-shaking power and thousand-year life spans, things went very differently. Through our Sidereal contact, we basically threw our weight around in Heaven and bribed the Bureau of Reincarnation, ensuring that she was reborn as the Dragon-blooded daughter of a rich merchant prince. It goes without saying that she was, of course, gorgeous.

My PC arranged to be in the area twenty years later, romanced her, and eventually married her. Memory-restoring rituals made the fairytale romance complete. Note that all of the above would be impossible for anyone else, but the Lords of Creation can and will do this for their favorites, even if it represents a staggering abuse of power.

It's worth stating that by the time she'd grown up, the PC hadn't aged a day. Barring violence, he would live for around three thousand years without notably changing.

I actually had a few. its how i started liking Elves. My elf was from a persecuted minority and i was allowed (gm reasons) to buy maximum appearance for almost nothing. I bought as a joke, since i was not a elf player. So i made him agressive,racist,rude,manly as possible so the character would be the opposite of what he looked like. The elf got softer with the inter-racial party as the game kept going. eventually he end up meeting a Elven Princess (saved her without knowing who she was) and both fell in love for each other on first sight.She end up travelling with the party so she could be delivered to her dad and appearance aside (She was described as the most beautiful and impressive person all the players had seen) was the complete opposite from my elf, calm, kind, educated.

I think the gm won me over with the npc when my character discussed again with the other players and she was able to calm him talking alone to him. (This was already happening way before they became a couple, on her first days travelling with the party).

I was pissy at the cursed demonic familiar that had tricked me into killing my previous, entirely mundane familiar. So I took the shadow mastiff with me down to hang out with my m8 the vow of peace cleric, and went to entertain children on a street corner by making my familiar read from a "cursed" book of fairy tales we'd found. Read from a fairy tale, it polymorphs you into snow white or cindarella or something, wizard breaks enchantment, repeat. Used up the last charge, and the GM decided that disjuncting the last charge was roughly twice the DC of the normal stuff, when the spell still had a book to go back to. She stayed as Snow White for the rest of the campaign.

So you boned a demonic Snow White?

God no. I was still used to her being a shadow mastiff, I wasn't sticking my hoighty toighty elven poiky in no human princess who had been a bitch for longer than I'd known her as a biped.

I mean, clearly I should have. Eventually it's possible, once she'd been 'humanoid' for longer than she'd been 'that bitch who tricked me into killing my familiar >:(' but so it goes. I gave her sweet duds and it was like having my own fighter cohort to protect the wizard, except she could also deliver touch attacks.

Had three in my last campaign.

One featured the team tank and her husband, an NPC who served as a medical doctor for all things creepy and strange. Both of them had multiple lovers on the side, complete with a literal scoreboard in the bedroom. They also had two surprisingly stable, functional boys, although one's probably destined to become an emo bad guy if the campaign ever gets a sequel.

Another was an almost entirely implicit romance between two PCs whose players are IRL dating. Their characters just hung out A Lot, up to and including taking cross-country train rides together and having their own off-screen adventures; no reference was ever made to them being an item but you'd have to be blind to miss it.

The third was a PC who hooked up with Jason Statham. Yes. That Jason Statham. It was the same session where they killed vampire Vince Offler at the behest of vampire-zombie Billy Mays.

In retrospect, that was a weird campaign sometimes.

The barbarian who knows nothing about the mysteries of /u/ fell in love with her sworn charge and healer, a prophet/voice of the goddess who kept patching her up after every time she got torn up. Better yet, when Barbarian got PTSD, Healer's presence calmed the nightmares. It carried on for a while (with them chastely sleeping together because >sworn bodyguard >sworn charge) until barbarian got an unrelated promotion, and between that and hearing the healer she adored mention being afraid of her old "boyfriend", Barbarian decided that despite not knowing the first thing about slamming clams, she was by goddes going to learn, so that she could calm down and make happy the healer she adored.

She bodily picked up her ward and carried her off to her room with a line to the effect of, "I'm going to do whatever it takes to get your mind off him- unless my Priestess tells me otherwise..."

This is intensley adorable and I wish I could have a relationship develop like that in a campaign.

I have my void mistress, soon to be Rogue Trader, fall completly head over heels for her unsanctioned psyker aide. Both women kept it chaste and professional for years letting it simmer neither admiting they loved each other. Now they are happy lovers madly in love. I know the party figured out my void mistress is a lesbian but I don't think they know about her lover. Which is good all things considered as if they found out about her ambitions they might try to assassinate or hurt her.

This thread is wonderful and underrated, so I'm gonna bump it.

As a GM, I don't bar the possibility of romance, but none of my players have tried to get one yet. It depends on their characters. Well, the halfling barbarian had a fling with a half-orc mercenary, once. But it was pretty short. They sometimes sleep with people but it's mostly for character flavour. It always fade to black anyway.

Now, as a player, I have a character with which I have romanced not one, but two PCs. She's an extremely uptight, holier-than-thou-but-in-an-evil-way paladin. Lawful evil with a big L. Javert with boobs and a sword.
Her first PC boyfriend was a faun madman she literally met in an asylum. He was insufferable to her, pure CN. He was based on Don Quixote, and in a fit of blind romantism, he fell for her. Now my character had spent most of the game belittling him (and the other two characters, also dudes, also very chaotic), so naturally jokes about her being a dominatrix had started flying.
So I said fuck it, you know what? She IS. And she's shamefully attracted to chaotic guys because she feels like she needs to fix them.
So at the end of the session, we agreed our characters had become an item. A very weird item.

Now, timeskip a few IG years later. I'm still playing the same character, but all of the others are new.
One other player, a very good friend, asks me if his character can be mine's ex-boyfriend. Sure, why not.
His character turns out to be an insufferably chaotic elf rich party boy. So soon, they're throwing banter at each other and being antagonistic at every turn. All the while she's denying anything ever happened between them.
Then we agree they probably started sleeping together again, between sessions. Which does not, and will never, stop my paladin from denying she'd ever have an interest in troublemakers. So he flirts with everything to get her jealous, she gets violent and repressive, and somehow it all works out.

Lawful Evil/Chaotic Evil romance - It's extremely fun to play.

yes

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeen you
Caress her head
over the wails of the dead
that's amore
When your love life is swell
In the eighth circle of hell
that's amore
When you sing her a serenade
as damned souls marinate,
that's amoreeee

>be paladin
>find archer girl, treat her nicely because paladin
>she suddenly proclaims her love
>refuses because I don't want to be sidetracked from my quest because of romance
>she keeps insisting, saying that I am the love of her life
>decides to give it a chance, see if it works
>betray me with dark knight, enemy of the campaign
>says that it was just a fluke, comes for forgiveness
>answer that I would rather go back to my quest, leave her

>sometime later find warrior girl
>help her with a personal quest, keep talking with her in spare time
>she ends asking for a relation
>refuses because of the quest, we still haven't defeated the evil dark knight
>she insists, saying that she could help me fight him
>feel sorry and decide to give it a chance
>betray me with dark knight
>come beg for forgiveness
>tell her that I'm not comfortable around her anymore, leave her

>find later pure cleric girl
>she gets impressed with my actions in her home city
>she asks for romance
>refuse, pointing out the two previous situations and that I'm currently engaged with duty
>she begs on her knees, promises she will never betray me
>okay, let's try it again
>betray me with dark knight
>says that it was a moment of weakness, that she could resist his charisma
>dump her

I think DM may have a fetish. He tried to try this a fourth time (a princess now) but I made explicit clear that I'm not going to do anything with romance before we stop the enemy.

My PC is very attractive and has high charisma, but so has the enemy (since he is an antipaladin). I sincerely have no idea if he just used his high charisma or he has some kind of power or artifact, but then again I'm fed up with romance.

How the fuck do you get cucked four times?

It's a long campaign and I felt sorry for the NPCs. It must really suck falling for someone and not be answered. I sincerely expected problems (such as my quest getting in the way) but I didn't expect cucking. After the first time I thought 'surely the DM won't do this again, he put her to give another chance for romance'. Well I was wrong.

It was just three times through. The princess tried everything but I refused. She even threatened to go date the enemy. I told her if she wants to hang with the dude who follows the dark well that's her sin and not mine.

Could be that the DM has a fetish, could be that the DM is just trying to make you hate the villain.

Oh, I miscounted. Still, that's pretty shitty.

Could be both.

You're sitting on the best Dark Lord origin story I've ever heard.

I rolled a guy in Dark Heresy. My idea was to make him a big guy (for you) who could take care of physical things. Very strong. The world we ended up traveling to was a primitive world, so all of the humans were basically big and stronk too. Well, my guy was biggest and stronkest. Proved it in an arena fight where he bare knuckle brawled man after man after woman after man. Finally he was crowned king of the ring.

This meant he had to marry the local chiefs daughter. I figure I'll marry her but be allowed to continue adventuring. Nope. She must never leave my side now that she's my wife. She basically followed us anywhere we went on adventures. It started out just being "keep her alive because it's probably a plot hook and muh meta sense is tingling" but the longer we, the party, spent with her. The more endearing she became.

She was strong too, of course. So every time I rolled for strength checks or toughness checks, she basically rolled to aid me, giving me +10 on my rolls, which basically made an already good % roll even higher.

DM gave her a shy personality. She didn't like to talk but was fiercely loyal to me because king if the ring tournament and I started taking a liking to her.

Adventures uncovering heresy brought us back to the "hub" town quite a bit. Often while others would gather info or get equipment or even sleep, I was stuck going to meetings with the chief. I had to help make decisions for the town since I was going to be chief when her father stepped down.

At the time, I never planned to stay. Honestly, I knew the game would eventually take us back into space and to other planets due to how the story was progressing. I had planned, originally, on just leaving the planet and ditching her. Then I planned on asking her to ditch her homeworld and travel with me. But, when it came time to leave to chase down heretics, I decided to retire the character and have him stay on the primitive world to become the next chief with his wife.

This could be a beautiful opportunity to weaponize your DM's obvious cuck fetish.
Romance the Princess, keeping in mind that she'll probably wind up with the Big Bad.
>Cursed Clamydia
>Vaginal glyph of warning
>Bag of devouring diaphragm
>Magical AIDS

Or, in the spirit of a hilarious greentext, brainwash her into "holding" a bag of holding, and hide out until the Death Knight tries to get frisky. Bonus points for having your entire party traumatize the Big Bad (and the DM) by bursting out of her vagina at the worst time.

>Solaria Thrace
>Purple eyes, white hair, tall and lanky, voidborn psyker
>Fanatically devout, still has nightmares about her sanctioning
>the meekest, most "I-it's okay, I deserve this..." moeblob you can imagine
>utterly submissive to 'pure' humans, who are, after all, better than her
>served in the Imperial Guard for a time, was raped (but you could hardly tell, it all faded into her background of 'nightmares from beyond' neuroses)

>George
>Just George
>Primitive World Scum
>Think a jolly swagman with flintlock and cutlass
>Was in the wrong place at the wrong time, got voluntold into the =][=, sent off to be a legbreaker/fixer among the stars.

>Gets dumped into a party of Crazy Dude, Soldier, and This Chick
>Chick is kinda pretty, in an all-bones-and-height way
>Very.... selfless, if you define selfess as "thinks of themselves as less than dirt" and she's a voidborne, so you know dirt is awful
>doesn't even seem to understand when less-than-pious George makes comments along the lines of "...but do you like your work?" "???...it's what the Emperor asks of me." "But why do you care what the Emperor thinks?" "????? Because he's the Emperor."
>responds to flattery, praise, or simply giving her credit when due with similar befuddlement
>...and eventually, blushing. And "B-b-but I'm a mutant-"
>George tells her it's alright, it doesn't matter
>But she puts her foot down to insist that asking her whether she likes him more than the God Emperor is Not Okay because both of the answers are terrible

>Levels increase, George becomes more acquainted with all these starfarin' blokes and their Imperium-at-large
>Solaria escalates from 'healer' to 'telekine' (frequent nosebleeds) to 'can throw stuff with her mind'
>gets sent off to Templar Calix to be turned into a high-class psychic bodyguard

>campaign falls apart before they can retire to a primitive world to play crime boss and creepy offworld witchwaifu

I'm pretty curious to hear this story now.

>>One (1) M67 recoilless rifle, stored in bosom for safe holding

Kek

Why must you hate fun?

>played a Hunter: The Vigil game
>team of five, usually we go everywhere together, occasionally we do split up into two teams in the field and one overlooking the area
>my hunter got jumped one time by a vampire, got beat up pretty bad and then fed upon
>just barely fucking made it, the rest of the team managed to drive off the Daeva
>few sessions later, ST is pulling stuff on my character, feeling of being watched almost always when the team heads out
>even more sessions later, after a full day's work, my hunter gets jumped again by the same fucking vampire
>get fucked up again, the vampire is clearly too much for me to take on solo, tried it anyway and failed horribly
>don't die because the vampire wanted it that way
>another encounter later the vampire just outright kidnaps me and keeps me with them for the night, immobilized
>turned out the vampire was a Daeva
>their weakness is the chance to form an emotional dependency/blood bond of sorts with any human they feed from (the more they feed, the bigger the chances it happens)
>doesn't want to Embrace me
>just keep me with it for as long as possible

It was really great, I lack the words to properly express how utterly horrifying the ST portrayed the Daeva vampire that had a thing for my vampire. Not your typical romance, but I guess that works for this thread.

for my hunter*

>Ultimate campaign evil
>Is just a guy who got cockblocked
I don't think this qualifies for best anything.

Yes. They played matchmaker for two NPCs after I offhandedly alluded that they were trying to confess to each other.

>seafaring campaign
>one guy makes an orc barbarian flavored as a pirate
>other dude makes an elf ranger, he's a pirate too
>last guy makes a human cleric that hunts pirates, a real salty sea dog kinda guy
>only girl in the group makes a mermaid sea witch
>cleric and witch begin game captured by slavers, cleric saves the witch and they mutiny the ship and become allies
>cleric and witch find two pirates floating on a barrel in open ocean, orc and elf join the crew
>over our adventures we discover truths about each other, that orc and elf were pirates, that the cleric is married but estranged to his wife and son, the sea witch was an omen of the kraken's coming and was sacrificed to the Abyss
>the cleric saves everyones ass multiple times, but especially the witch because she is so fragile
>the witch can mind control anyone she wants, specialized in mind-affecting magics
>but she could never control the cleric, his Will is too strong to be corrupted by her hexes
>and so begins the siren's hunt for the only prey she could never dominate
>mermaid tries to flirt with cleric, but he's devoted to his wife and feels too great of guilt
>eventually witch stops trying to mess with his mind and goes about a more traditional approach
>she follows him for protection, always slithering behind
>whenever the cleric helps her in battle she teases him and he becomes flustered
>she makes him mage armor oil, tells him it must be "slathered all over" and offers to help
>cleric still won't bed the mermaid, but the sexual tension is palpable

Bmp

What is it with seamen and fish?