Smutty Fantasy Adventures: Dungeon World (Closed)

[keyotess]

You know what, this is specific enough i shouldn't spam the thread with it, hahaha! Gonna DM!

hehehe...true :) But fun to talk about it while waiting!

[Nastara]

Oh, absolutely! I just don't want to intimidate anyone away with submissions or questions!

Mechanical nitty gritty and all that!

[Chulanowa]

I should have something up in a bit. 

[Nastara]

Great! Look forward to seeing her!

[AribethAmkiir]

Hi Nastara and keyotess.

*waves*

[keyotess]

Hi Nastara and keyotess.

*waves*

Heyyyyy  <waves>

[Nastara]

Heyyyyyyy!

Lovely seeing all of this coming together! I am confident we will get a really great team!

I know we have at least one person intending to submit and I try to leave a little time so people have an opportunity to submit! If we get submissions in and a slowdown of additional interest, we may start early, otherwise probably... Choices done this weekend?

[Chulanowa]

Adventurer Info
Name: Estavia "Taffy" Whittlebush
Race/Class: Halfling Cleric
Interested In: Size difference, tenderness, Heroic Deeds™, laying on hands / lips, lovely orcesses and other nonhumans, captivity, futa / feminine males, being a pet, group / exhibition, hand-holding, converting wayward masses to the glories of the Dawn maiden, and cake.
Brief Description: Taffy is a bright and earnest pilgrim in a world of darkness. At least that's how Sister Magdeline put it when she authorized the halfling priestess to leave the seashore convent and bring the Dawn Maiden's light to the shadowy corners of the world. Though she's inexperienced, and knows that, Taffy tries to make the best of it all and spread her goddess' message as she goes, whether through charity, prayer, or simply through incinerating shambling undead in holy light (Mostly it's been the prayer though; Taffy's broke  and hasn't met a shambling horde of anything except late-night taverngoers yet.) Though of course she says her mission is simply to spread and bolster her faith in the world, the truth is that the young halfling was going stir-crazy in the convent where she had practically been raised. She wants to get out, see the world, and have something to talk about besides the paint on the abbey's priory when she gets back! of course sister Magdeline would never approve, but... well, she's not here, is she? (and oh, please don't tell her!)  Taffy's new to the outside world, but has already learned that she's far from immune to sins of greed, pride, prejudice, and lu.... uh, ahem. hands busy in prayer stay out of trouble, but she wouldn't mind someone else getting into her trouble ifnyuknwuddimean.

She's tall for a halfling, standing a solid three foot seven (it's all the human food, of course.) Taffy's kind eyes are a pale hazel-green that nicely offset the straw yellow of her hair. She of course favors the vestments of her order, a habit of ivory and palest pinks embroidered with silver and gold thread. Far from being some sort of cassock, the garment does little to hide the young woman's curves and form. Of course the polished quartz half-sun icon affixed to the garment as a clasp above her solar plexus might turn some off, marking her as a sister of the Dawn. But still nice to look at.

Of course, one can't simply trust in icons and vestments to protect you in a dank dungeon full of deathtraps and heathens. Unfortunately, Taffy's not wealthy enough for good armor and arms; she maintains a simple round shield painted with a seagull, and a simple mace of hickory topped with a brass solar symbol; someone else's  solar symbol, but it'lldo!

Familiarity With DW/D&D: Extensive familiarity with AD&D, 3.X / Pathfinder, and D&D 5E. less familiar with DW.
How Often Do You Elliquiy?: Read daily, post determined by daily schedule; can easily average 1 post / 2 days.

[Richardson]

I'm looking for fun, monster romp adventures for inspiration. Oglaf, Alfie, and I Roved Out jumped out. Any other recommendations from folks while we wait for the final team to assemble?

[Nastara]

I am the worst at pulling up references! Like Rat Queens is an AMAZING all-ladies fantasy adventure comic where a often gritty, shitty world tries to stop badass adventurers from getting what they want. It's definitely more gorey, more bittersweet, and less erotic than I'm going for!

[Richardson]

Oooh! That's a great reference! Nice!

[Hexed]

Heard of Rat Queens but never read it. Might have to dig it up if it's that good.

[Nastara]

I love it, but I am maybe it's perfect target audience!

Main thing I go for is weird, high fantasy, lots of magic, and dub-con wild sexy times.

[Hexed]

... that actually sounds awesome. Gonna have to dig that one up then. Thankies!

[Brittlby]

Adventurer Info

Name: "Red-foot" Mazz Merrytongue
Race/Class: Slime(Human) / Druid
Interested In: Men/Women/Trans/Futa/Masculine Monsters/Feminine Monsters

Brief Description: The last in a proud line of master vintners that drunkenly stumbled back centuries, Mazz claimed she could hear the song of fermentation deep within the casks. She produced sacramental wines for the Church of Sartoc and brandy for both her own and the surrounding Duchies. With a clever tongue that could suss out the faintest notes, there has never been before or since a greater worker of the vine. Drunkards in taverns for miles and Noblemen of distinction and taste across oceans knew the wax seal of "Red-foot" Mazz, and so it was cause for no small amount of panic when one crisp autumn morning she mysteriously vanished.

At first it was assumed she may have gone on a delivery, but the days turned to weeks and the weeks to months. There was no sign of foul play, and indeed, no one who did not love the last of the Merrytongues. Even decades later, the mystery persisted, the Merrytongue Winery considered haunted by most due to the strange noises that could be heard in the cellar catacombs. It was over seventy years before at last the story would be known...

As adept as Mazz was with the distillation and fermentation of spirits and wines... she was equally fond of drinking them. And so it was as she was distilling a massive barrel of bourbon whilst VERY inebriated, she slipped and fell head first into the cooling spirits. Deep in the murky depths, her body was not seen by one of her assistants the next day who dutifully sealed the lid.

A fascinating process, barrel-aging. Via expansion in the warm seasons and contraction in the cold, the liquor swells and seeps into the wood grain before retracting. In a decade, even in the best conditions, almost a tenth of the contents can be lost to evaporation, leaving the spirit with a higher alcohol content. And so it was, when a new vintner purchased the property cheaply due to its reputation, he was eager to see just how potent a seventy year brandy would be.

Old tavern regulars, now long in their graves, had joked that Mazz was more booze than woman. This proved to be less funny and more prophetic when at last her barrel was opened to the air. A slender pink hand reached out hesitantly to the lip of the barrel and the girl literally spilled out onto the floor. Before the astonished distiller could react, Mazz's slick tongue was in his mouth and her hand was slithering past the waistline of his pants. After decades spent in the dark, she had developed quite a thirst for both libations and sex.

As much as the new owner enjoyed her company, his wife was less please with her and shooed the boozy slime girl away from the winery. Able to commune with the grapes and their cousins, she can take many shapes. Thirsty for adventure, she seeks new experiences, friends and, of course, alcohol.

Familiarity With DW/D&D: Years of D&D of various editions... I just looked at DW for the first time today!
How Often Do You Elliquiy?: I peek in pretty much daily. Usually can post every second or third day when the RP is moving!

[pdragon]

God I really shouldn't.

Adventurer Info
Name: Ophelia von Rosche
Race/Class: The Ghost
Interested In:   Men/Women/Trans/Futa/Masculine Monsters/Feminine Monsters

Brief Description: A refined and fair figured woman eternally preserved at the peak of her youth. A beautiful face forever painted her wedding best. A Curvaceous body with a heaving bosom and child bearing hips. Rich mocha skin curtained by raven black hair and pierced by glowing green eyes. Her image is perfection, though masked under a filter of the ethereal. While her features are all beautiful, there is an unnatural paleness to them, colors that should be rich and vibrant instead looking muted and "off". And for all her finery she is unable to hide the grisly scar on her neck, evidence of her equally grisly demise.

Ophelia is a true adventurer at heart, though trapped in (well used to be) the body of a baron's daughter. When a great hero slew a fearsome dragon terrorizing the land, her father offered him her hand in marriage as a reward. She didn't mind the arrangement, as the hero had promised to take her with him on his adventures and finally show her the world. Unfortunately those plans were cut short most literally, when an assassin, sent on the orders of her father's rivals, entered their chambers on the night of the wedding and cut them both down before their marriage could even be consummated.

Though Ophelia was compelled by furry and vengeance to cling to the mortal plane, she has since cooled on the situation considerably. It turns out being a ghost isn't too bad, pretty fun actually, more perks than draw backs really. Now free from her duties as a noble she is able to pursue her dream of adventuring, and with her undead form she can take on even the most perilous of quests with little fear or regard for her own safety. It took a while for the pampered noblewoman to get the hang of fighting and exploring and what not, but with endless time and unlimited retries there really isn't much one can't achieve, even if it is through the equivalent of smashing one's head up against a wall until it cracks. While she mostly lives a carefree and jubilant life, even mischievous at times, she does make sure to properly fester her grudge against her father's enemies, though more out of fear that fully getting over it would cause her to pass on to the after life than out of genuine desire to track them down at this point, and if she would ever encounter them her furry would be most righteous.
Familiarity With DW/D&D: very
How Often Do You Elliquiy?: once or twice weekly

[Chulanowa]

And I'm gonna consider that a finished Taffy 

[Nastara]

Excellent! Very excited by all of these submissions! We are going to have a gorgeous, super fun team! 🥰

So we have a whole bunch of fantastic possibilities! I'm going to say that recruitment is going to continue until 3/29 around noon EST. At that point (barring RL slowdowns!) I'll start reaching out to people.

I'd love to have all of you in the party, but obviously that's not realistic! If we have dropouts, new need, or I find I can run more, I'll come back to this thread to check with people individually.

It's still going to be open to submissions and I'm not making final choices until we hit that point. So if you're looking to apply, please do so! If there's a reason you can't hit the 3/29 noon EST deadline, let me know and we can try to figure something out.

[keyotess]

Looking forward to seeing if Mirwen gets picked!!

[Guancyto]

Hey, thought I was going crazy for a second, is this related to the DW game you were recruiting for before, and if so are resubmissions allowed? Also, if not, are resubmissions allowed?

[Nastara]

So this is a second party, I realized that necroing that thread wouldn't necessarily make sense because this one is more specifically aimed for lusty becocked lady opposition!

Resubmissions or new submissions are totally allowed.

[Ershin]

Ah! Once again I find myself with too many things I want to play, but let's see what I can narrow it down to;

Trixie

Swiftest of feet, keenest of mind, thiccest of thighs

Name: Trixadelli "Trixie" Belladonna
Race/Class: Goblin Familiar or Illusionist
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Futa, Masculine Monsters, Feminine Monsters, Futa Monsters, Size Play, Pet Play, Gang Bang, Non-Con, Teleportation Mishaps
Brief Description: Trixie is a goblin coming in at a whopping 3'0 with light green skin, a tight red dress and half a set of gloves and boots. While her steepled hat increases her height and makes her tower over other, lesser, not-hat-owning goblins, it's not fooling anyone of any other species and she's still rather small and an easy target. She's also somewhat more soft and plump than most others of her kind, coming from a life in a wizard's tower rather than of toil and combat.

Of goblin-kind Trixie is the swiftest of foot and keenest of mind, being a great wizard... 's former familiar. There was a bit of an incident with a wandering mystic in which her mistress lost her body in a card game, it becoming the gambler's property while her mind and soul were shunted into a six-sided dice which Trixie wears around her neck as an arcane focus and the source of her magic. Trixie is an opportunist, a... well, a trickster. It's in her name, and she's a goblin - it shouldn't be a surprise that sudden but inevitable betrayal is second nature to her especially when being used as a test subject for erotic magic... which honestly wasn't so bad considering the killer rack and awesome booty she got out of it.
Familiarity With DW/D&D: Very familiar
How Often Do You Elliquiy?: Around three times a week - Probably more due to social distancing!

Ozzy

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Name: Ozzy Pandumbra
Race/Class: Goblin Shadow
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Futa, Masculine Monsters, Feminine Monsters, Futa Monsters, Size Play, Pet Play, Gang Bang, Non-Con, Teleportation Mishaps, shadow tentacles?
Brief Description: In greenskin mythos red is the colour of speed, yellow is for wealth, blue is lucky and purple is the stealthiest of all the colours. After all, no one has ever seen a purple goblin, that's how good they are. With this knowledge in hand, Ozzy typically wears purple face paint when out on a job, her hair is tinted with a purple dye and she even wears clothes of the colour! She attributes this adherence to colour theory (while still leaving quite a bit of green visible because green is the best) for her ability to meld with the shadows and sneak around, hunting down foes from the (obviously so purple it's black) shade and even walk through it at times. When not taking care of odd jobs, spying or scouting, she lives to settle down with a human-sized mug of whatever beer or ale there is around and play on an ocarina. Badly.

Tall for a goblin at 3'4 she is of a lithe, athletic build, one gained from years of running around and shooting things with a bow, or sometimes sneaking up and conking things on the back of their heads. She's fairly straightforward and tends to say what she wants to regardless of social queues, but knows how to keep a secret.
Familiarity With DW/D&D: Very familiar
How Often Do You Elliquiy?: Around three times a week - Probably more due to social distancing!

Evara

Name: Evara Patroclus
Race/Class: Human(?) Samurai
Interested In: Men, Women, Trans, Futa, Masculine Monsters, Feminine Monsters, Futa Monsters
Brief Description: Evara is tall with an ethletic build and dark skin which contrasts her white hair.
The rabbit-eared woman attempts to act cool and stoic, seen by some to be haughtiness or a tactic to unhinge and get under the skin of those she faces in battle, but mostly it's because she's somewhat shy.
She adheres to a strict code of bushido, similar to chivalry but much more strict.
Familiarity With DW/D&D: Very familiar
How Often Do You Elliquiy?: Around three times a week - Probably more due to social distancing!

[Nastara]

Totally get that feel!

[Chulanowa]

I will always have a soft spot for goblins.

[Brittlby]

I will always have a soft spot for goblins.

I had almost finished a sheet for a “monster stack” class trio of gobbo’s in one suit of armor/robe, before it was pointed out how horrible that would be for everyone having to react to three aspects of one character.