If you don't mind. I have a campaign where my players are traveling through orcish lands to rescue a friend who had been captured by Orcs. These orcs are hostile demon worshippers, and many demons are allowed to run rampant. They've chosen to avoid towns on their way, but I'd like something to happen to make their rescue more difficult. Any suggestions?
Camping orcs notice them.
Bandits try to rob them.
the road they’re on leads through a town. Going around would add a few extra days, the woods are thick and full of wild boars and other dangerous animals. Not to mention orc hunters.
Orcs can sniff them out.
Make a small town that looks inviting. No signs of orc as far as you can tell. Then ambush them.
Ok @willowdeville, you asked for some Mshenko! So here, have some silly Mshenko fluff! For the prompt meme - #49: “I’m really drunk, please help me.”
Kaidan hunched his head and pulled the collar of his jacket up a little bit higher, trying to hide his face from the cold as much as possible. When he had started his night the weather had been just on the cool side, in between the too warm for a jacket and not warm enough for just a sweater. His breath misted in the air as he walked along the street. A pleasant buzz gave a lightness to his steps, a soft smile twitching at his lips.
I have a cool headcanon where Daphnes, Link, and Ganondorf instead of regular teeth they have animal-like teeth in what they transform themselves into. Ex. Daphnes has lion teeth, Link has Wolf-like teeth, and Ganondorf has full blown Boar teeth. I really want to work more on the teeth with other characters ,but for now just these guyz!
Characters: Thorin, Company, Reader. Setting: Erebor after BOTFA (Everyone lives, fix-it). Synopsis:
Firmly established in Erebor and fed up with the tedium of their daily
duties, Thorin’s company tries to revive old times by going on a camping
trip. Meanwhile, Thorin is reconsidering his choice of queen and trying
to avoid the company’s well-intentioned meddling into his love life,
with mixed success. Warnings: NSFW. Angsty. Hurt/Comfort with a lot of hurt. Notes:This is the first sequel to THE LONG DARK. It will make a lot more sense if you read that story first. My thanks go out to my darlings @hardlyfatal, @fromthedeskoftheraven and @snugsbunnyfluff for listening to my interminable whining about this story, making
excellent suggestions and slogging through my first (and n-th) drafts
without a single complaint. Words: 1525
Tic, tac, and we move to that place of lesser resistance, where inertia rests, and there is no danger.
— Luis Gil de la Puente
The next day, when the pink light of dawn met your aching eyes, you
crawled to your feet in a daze. You hadn’t slept a wink. You looked down at
your fingers, counting painstakingly. What did two and one make again? Ah.
Three days without sleep now.
The world was oddly hazy when you packed your bedroll. Thorin was there
for once. You were so surprised to see him that you handed him your breakfast
bowl automatically. As you belatedly realized what you’d done you expected the
usual rejection, but he surprised you by taking the offered bowl. He studied
your face with a frown as he did so.
You gave him a vague nod, unable to process so much attention from him
after days of nothing, and turned away to get another bowl. Picking up the
spoon with little enthusiasm, you tried some. It tasted like cardboard mixed
with glue. You placed the spoon back into the bowl as you chewed and swallowed,
knowing you wouldn’t be able to stomach another spoonful. Then you sat there
numbly until it was time to clear the dishes away.
You had never known quite such an exhaustion — or if you had, you
didn’t remember it. It was nearly restful to drift, feeling nothing at all.
Your hands, lying in your lap like dead birds, seemed to belong to another
person entirely. You pondered that idly as the Company broke camp all around
you, did all the things you usually helped with — dousing the remains of the
fire and covering it with fresh earth, washing up and packing and cleaning up
You only looked up when Fíli’s face appeared in your line of sight. He
placed a hand on your shoulder.
“We’re leaving now,” he said, studying you with worried eyes.
You let him pull you to your feet. He helped you shoulder your small
backpack and grabbed your elbow when you promptly stumbled over a small mole
“Are you well?” he murmured.
You offered him the same airy nod you’d given Thorin. “Never
better,” you droned.
Hello love! Hope you’re having an awesome day :) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is like a total badass and has been the only lost girl for a long time and her and Peter are like “a thing” but haven’t really labeled themselves, then suddenly Wendy appears and Peter starts to neglect the reader for her and then the reader makes Peter decide between her or Wendy? Xx
hopefully this is my last troll for awhile but i needed her so i could send vulgar things
Her name is Volvig Cicesh, a 5'4’’ fighter baby who loves any and all body types. You get in front of her and the first thing she’ll ask are when are your legs open.
Her lusus is a wild boar and they used to wrestle and bash their heads together when she was younger.
She extremely loud and brash, there is no filter on her mouth, even if you tell her to stop speaking her mind it will only last for 5 minutes. Although she is highly adaptable, if she wants to be on your good side she will do anything to get there.
Her favorite things to do are wrestling, kickboxing, and “admiring” the form and body of other trolls. She also loves to hang from things and sometimes will use her horns for this purpose, sadly she has also found that, that isn’t always the best way to hang, so she limits that to places she feels she can get out of.
She talks with an emphasis on certain words at random, and her O’s are replaced with ones with a dot in the center (im really lazy so im not going to find the symbol now)
Shes spunky and lives in a more dry region.
She discriminates against no troll, whether they are thick or thin, weak or muscular, she will just try to whip their pants down anyway.
edit: also if she uses her strife they are brass knuckles
Devil’s Canyon Full Boar Scotch Ale on tap at Freehouse. A 2 of 4. Nice color and lacing, and quite a bit of roasted maltiness up front. Relatively thin body and some slightly weird yeasty notes. Has the flavor profile you’d expect from a scotch ale - but the thin body is a bit lackluster.
That last gifset/meta I reblogged got me thinking. When Hook was using his blacksmith ruse, Emma really pretty much had zero use for him. He was ogre food, dispensible, just basically a pain in the ass who she knew was lying, but who she didn’t have time to sit there and play games with.
The second, the second, he flips that switch (in that way he does that’s soooo subtle but soooo there), with his “Good for you, love! You bested me” … Emma actually stops walking. She actually pauses. Like it all finally came together and when she goes back to confront him, again, this time, without the “disguise” … this time, she sees something there that she understands and it’s what makes her untie him. It’s really that moment, meeting Captain Hook, and not the blacksmith, that Emma sees something there that might be useful.
It’s just that neither of them know just what that’s going to come to mean for the both of them. And I think it’s just such an underrated scene for the two of them. I was full-boar on this ship by the time The Doctor was over, it was because of those little subtleties, that they both just play so so well.
Jane leaned back against Thomas’ chest as she looked into the raging indoor fire pit. Her stomach full of the boar he’d caught and cooked, her mind racing with joy at the idea of living like this forever. Forever. It didn’t seem like long enough. She ran her hands down the figure fitting black trousers the fairies had given her, twisting her fingers in the knot of the crop top she’d made from the oversized shirt. She’d never have worn something this revealing at home. The top cut down low, exposing the tops of her breasts, the fabric knotted tight just under her bra line to show off her slim stomach, the pants sitting low on her hips. She’d never felt more comfortable in her skin.
Please signal boost if you can! I really need as many people to see this as possible!
This is Leroy, my parents’ roughly 11 year-old, 18-pound toy Red Merle Australian Shepherd. He went missing around August 25 2014, from Otter Rock, Oregon, United States, and we’re becoming more and more convinced he was stolen. He’s the friendliest dog on the planet, which was his downfall as he has, on multiple occasions, hopped into other peoples’ cars and walked through open doors into other peoples’ homes. Pretty much all he’s scared of is water (yes, even rain).
The photos fairly accurately capture his coloring, though in direct sunlight he becomes a much more orange color (think like a human’s red hair). He was also wearing the same collar and tags pictured when he went missing. Despite his age, he’s high energy and runs and jumps full-boar as if he’s no older than puppy age. He also has a very distinctive bark, and barks. A lot. At pretty much everything, but especially when he’s either hungry or wants to go for a car ride. Car rides are his #1 love (his previous owner said he was once a breeding stud, so he never really learned how to play with toys), and when given the chance he will stick half his body out the window.
If in fact he was stolen, there’s always the chance whoever stole him would refuse to give him up, particularly since he had his collar with his name and our phone number on it. So in addition to keeping a close eye on Craigslist and search-everywhere-at-once pet adoption search engines, I hope to spread the word here and hopefully get as many people keeping an eye out as possible.
So please keep an eye out for this dog! Even simply knowing a possible location would help immensely. If you see him, or quite possibly even have him, please contact me at suicune3k(at)yahoo.com.