All is One, One is All?

As you sit in your room, holding the present, you can't help but think how ironic it is that you misspelled Santa and summoned the devil instead. You start to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, wondering how you could have made such a mistake.

You imagine what it would be like if Lucifer himself came to your house instead of Santa, with his horns and pitchfork, trying to fit down your chimney. You can't help but giggle at the thought of a demonic Claus, delivering presents to all the naughty children of the world.

As you take a closer look at the present, you can't help but be amused by its twisted and macabre appearance. You wonder what He could have possibly given you as a present, perhaps a pair of flaming red horns or a book on the best ways to tempt the innocent.

You decide to keep the present as a funny anecdote, a reminder of the time you accidentally summoned Satan instead of Santa. You wonder what your friends will think when they see the present, and if they will believe your ridiculous story.

As you arrive at the white elephant, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement. You know that the present is going to be the perfect addition to the party, a hilarious and twisted joke that will leave everyone in stitches.

As the gift exchange begins, you watch as the present is passed around, each person laughing and joking about its demonic appearance. However, as the present ends up in your hands, you start to feel like you are being controlled, like something is trying to force you to give it to a specific person.

You try to resist the urge, but it becomes stronger and stronger until you can't help but give the present to a young woman in the room. As you watch her open the present, you feel a sudden surge of dread, a feeling that something is about to go horribly wrong.

Suddenly, the room starts to spin, and you feel a dark energy spreading through the air, like a virus infecting every person in the room. You watch in horror as the people around you start to change, their expressions becoming twisted and malevolent.

You realize that the present was not just a funny anecdote, but a tool to control your mind and spread the devil's message. You try to resist the feeling, but it's too late. You are under His control, and you have unknowingly spread his message to the people around you.

As the party comes to a close, you pick up the present - wondering why Stacy’s hands are so cold. Chuckling to yourself, you step out into the cold December air, the memory of what happened before already starting to fade from your mind. You can't remember why you feel uneasy.

You shake your head, thinking that it must have just been the excitement of the party getting to you. You climb into your car and start driving to your company’s Christmas party, eager to continue the festivities.

A bard on the warpath

The Passive Aggressive True Neutral Cleric.

*your meddling pencil

A necromancer who’s so evil that he make Strahd looked like a kitten.

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Rogue, Mr. Bean

Warlock, sad circus clown

Marin, the Eladrin Ranger (Beast Master or Fey Wanderer Conclave, both work)

Marin sat patiently in the bushes, with her bow pointed towards the unicorn and aiming for its heart.

She couldn't help but pity the poor thing, with its life ending so soon. However, from the look of its gait, it was old and injured, and it would likely be hunted by a wolf pack if she didn't take action first.

So, with her guilty conscience reassured, she muttered a quick prayer of passing-on in Sylvan, shooting the arrow as she finished the final verse. She watched as the unicorn laid itself down to sleep, starting to say another prayer as she retrieved the corpse and brought it to her home to clean.

Over the past five years of her living in the Glittering Woodlands, the sight of a Woodlandan unicorn has never gotten old to her.

While most unicorns in this world looked like average horses with horns atop their head, these unicorns' appearances were uniquely affected by the fey magic that spread throughout this forest. Their fur, horns, and mane seemed to shine like a rainbow diamond.

The horns, especially, sold for hundreds- no, thousands- as daggers. That rainbow glow stayed with it regardless of how much a carver sanded it off, it was a material rumored to bring good fortune to its owner, and it looked rather pretty in a dungeon with an eager adventurer.

Their price only went up as well, considering that more and more sellers kept getting exposed for unethical unicorn hunting. Within the few years that she started this job, she ended up with a monopoly on the damn daggers.

Who would've known that all of this would come from her desire to retire from adventuring and live as her fey ancestors did?

She shook her head, quickly throw those thoughts aside and saving them for when she didn't have to focus so hard. After all, decay waits for nobody.

With the same amount of care as always, she grabbed her knife, humming a folk song as she cut off the horn and put it inside her nearly full drawer of horns.

Glancing at it, she decided that dealing with those horns and turning them into her famous daggers would be her priority tomorrow. After all, she did have to empty that drawer soon, before she hunted another animal.

Meanwhile, the meat looked perfect, apart from where she shot the guy. She pulled out the arrow, chopping away the bits and pieces that she couldn't eat. After all, those would make perfect offerings to the Woodlands later.

She put the meat she could make into meals in her magical freezer, smiling as she heard the familiar hum of the freezer keeping the meat safe from the elements.

As for the bones, she decided that she would sort those out later, humming as she placed whatever bones she could inside their appropriate drawers.

She kept the rest of the unicorn remains on the kitchen table, not wanting to bother with trying to find specific locations for now.

After all, she had a long day of horn carving to take care of tomorrow, and she was more than ready to prioritize that.

Palladin that needs money to heal.

Lmfao this is great. Never stop writing!

If it’s Mariah Carey’s “all I want for Christmas is you” I’m agreeing with Satan, he was pretty good at music after all

Falling Head over Heels: The Queen and the Grand Sorcerer

Grimzon continued his way towards the castle. He marched alone.

His army of valkyries and other summoned beings were only securing the perimeter. Given that this was the capital of the kingdom, that took a lot of manpower. There were all sorts. There were beasts like dire wolves. But there were also undead like dullahans.

As if to show dominance, none of them accompanied him. As he entered the halls, he was greeted with several maidens.

“Ah, I figured this was the case,” he nodded. Unlike the previous people he encountered, these women had clouded eyes. Despite that, the amount of murderous intent directed at him was intense.

He stepped to the side as one haphazardly charged at him with a dagger. He placed a hand on her head. The sound of shattering glass echoed. The woman lost consciousness and fell on the ground. He would have caught her but he had to leap into the air. Arrows struck right where his feet were. Thankfully, it didn’t hit the other person but still. He had a lot of enchantments to dispel.

He kicked down the doors to the throne room. The guards were more than willing to open it but he was a bit frustrated. He had left a lot of unconscious women in his wake. He did his best not to harm them. Their minds were already muddled enough with the hero’s enchanting.

He was annoyed because he thought that such things were lowly acts. One should subjugate based on power. And he was going to show them what true power is.

As he walked into the throne room, he saw the queen guarding the king. Just like the others, she had clouded eyes.

He held his hand up to set up a ward. In that moment, countless ice needles rained down on him.

“Impressive,” he muttered.

The queen started chanting a spell. He recognized that spell. It was one of the strongest ice spells he knew.

“Too slow,” muttered and disappeared from sight. He reappeared in front of the queen and placed his palm on her chest. A concussive blast of air shot out and knocked the wind out of her, canceling the chant.

As she fell on her knees, she looked up at him. He grabbed her by the chin. His lips curved into a grin. She had this much talent. She had more room for growth too. Yes. What better way to completely usurp the throne than to claim the queen as well, he thought.

“I like you. You’re mine now,” he declared. As the sound of shattering glass echoed, the cloudiness faded from her eyes.

The frightening thing about that enchantment was beyond what Grimzon thought. The queen knew what her body was doing. But she had been unable to stop herself. She can only watch as she was forced to obey orders. The same could be said for those other maidens.

With the atrocities she committed, she wanted to atone. She wanted to beg to be killed.

“I…” She tried to speak but he placed his finger on her lips.

“I do not accept objections. You belong to me now.”

For some reason, that gesture made her cheeks flushed. It was a show of power. Yet those hands felt gentle. Her knees weakened and she could not get up.

“Tch,” the king clicked his tongue as he slowly got up from the throne. “A shame. I’ve yet to taste her. What a useless bitch…”

The king has had several queens. A lot of them have died due to ‘sickness’ or an ‘unfortunate accident’. People were getting suspicious with some of the maidens being called to the castle. The clueless ones would think nothing of it when they see the maidens alive and well. They were unaware of the enchantments and mind muddling.

The king himself looked intimidating. He was once a famous warrior. He had a lot of anti-magic accessories so he was confident. He even had the ‘will never die’ enchantment.

“[Niflheim]” Grimzon snapped his fingers. The queen would have taken a few seconds to complete the chant. He did it with just a word.

The king froze and felt his body as solid as ice. One by one, the accessories fell from his person. Unable to handle that much magic power, they shattered.

“[Yggdrasil]” Grimzon pointed at the king with a malicious grin. Slowly, roots started to sprout from under. They wrapped around the king’s legs and spread until they covered everything but his head.

Grimzon hummed a tune as he walked to the king and took the crown off his head.

“Letting you die would be a disservice. Not when I have a perfect specimen as a renewable source of energy.”

The roots of [Yggdrasil] drained people of their life force. This was converted into all kinds of energy to power up a lot of things. The downside was that it kills the victims over time. He couldn’t let this opportunity slip.

The king’s expression distorted into that of pain and despair. Slowly, the roots pulled him into the ground.

The grand sorcerer walked up to the empty throne. He sat upon it, and placed the crown on his head.

“Come,” he motioned for the queen.

At this point, she was still on her knees, completely dumbfounded by what happened. She put strength onto her legs and slowly got up. As made her way to her throne, he raised his hand.

“No, here.” He crossed his legs and motioned to his lap.

The queen hesitated slightly before doing as told. As she sat across his lap, he wrapped arm around her waist. He leaned back and placed his elbow on the arm of the throne.

As he leaned his jaw on his fist, he remarked.

“Honestly, that was pretty fucking easy.”

Now he can enjoy all the money, women, and leisures that he wanted. But first he needed to make sure this kingdom can sustain itself enough for him to savor those.

[Well, that should conclude with that, I guess. 😅]

ALSO in advance: you all are free to use these d&d concepts as characters in your own campaign if you wish!! tell me all about it!! :D

Spell, the Tabaxi Rogue (Inquisitive Archetype)

Spell had been taught a variety of things by their rogue family. They were taught how to pickpocket, how to make murders look like suicides, how to investigate every move someone made to beat them at their own game... they had learned nearly everything at some point in time, or they had tried to.

Coincidentally, the one thing they hadn't been taught yet was how to be get away with it when you're caught doing crime. And right now, they DESPERATELY needed that, because their tall ass was just caught stealing out of a noble's pockets.

In short, they were now being interrogated by the federal guard force. This was quite the change from the local guards they were used to bribing.

The guard in charge of interrogating them was staring them down like an eagle as he asked a variety of questions, almost like he was playing with his prey before they got devoured.

"So, Mistrum... Spell of Rain. Quite an odd name, but- do you care to comment on why you have Markori's Onyx Shield Ring on your person?" he asked, keeping a stone face as he did so.

The pupils of their eyes widened in fear as their mind raced through a million strategies. However, before they could even think of the wisest thing to say in this situation, the perfect thing burst out of their mouth.

With a pathetic whimper, they started, "I'm- I'm so sorry, Sir... I had noticed this ring on the floor, with no owner, and I picked it up so it wouldn't be tarnished by the tavern floor! I truly didn't realize it was a noble artifact. I apologize dearly, to both you and Sir Markori!"

This was a total lie. They absolutely knew it was a noble artifact, and they didn't feel bad about it at all. To add insult to injury, the ring didn't even fall on the floor- it was in his bag the entire time.

But yet, somehow... it fucking worked. Both the guard and the noble human smiled at them with pity, almost like they were looking at a wet kitten.

Spell had to stop themself from laughing as they looked at how sympathetic the two were. After all, the tabaxi literally towered over both of them, and yet the duo's paternal instincts seemed to activate immediately when it came to them.

Sir Markori spoke before the guard got the chance to. "It's quite alright... as long as I get my ring back, it'll be alright."

They nodded, keeping their pupils wide on purpose as they handed him his ring. After a few more niceties, Spell was politely helped out the door by the noble and the guard, tail kept between their legs.

And yet, in all this time spent interrogating them, not a single person noticed the thousands of gold they'd pocketed alongside the ring.

Oh, well, he'd find out about it soon enough.

When they got home from the bar, their family was quick to both learn about the stunt they pulled... and to give them a humiliating nickname based on the incident. Spell ended up being called the "Boss Baby" of the family for the remainder of their life.

The entire experience may have sucked, but at least they made their family fucking rich in the process.

"and I wouldv'e gotten away with it if it werent for you and the intern's meddling robot!"

"WE MUST PROTECT THE BRIEFCASE!"

I didn’t know what I was doing with picking up a pencil and acting like a John Wick swordsman, but I thought it would kill some time considering my old rust bucket of a desktop was taking forever to load the files

With my office curtains down, I started fencing with an imaginary opponent, moving swiftly, jabbing and deflecting all of his hits.

Then suddenly….

“ARGH!!!”

It startled the living shit outta me, as I fell back on my desk.

I continued to hear the painful groans as my opponent was stumbling across my blinds, while it appeared that he was bleeding from his right eye.

I panicked and tried to call the emergency number of the building from my office phone.

While my wounded opponent struggled to open the door as his blood dripped on the floor.

I dialled in the number and said “I think there’s an intruder in my office on floor 5”

As soon as those words spilled out of my mouth, the alarm sounded off.

The invisible spy finally made it out of my office while dripping a bloody trail behind and tried to make it to the exit door.

Only to be tripped by an intern’s Roomba.

Security guards came swarming in, dog piling the intruder, while wrapping him in a blanket.

The boss later came by to thank me for taking care of the imperceptible menace. As I held my bloodied pencil in my right hand.

He later asked “ you must have ears of a bat! To detect someone like that”

Which I reluctantly replied…

“I guess so”

thank you!! i had a lot of fun writing her concept :D

A red spy is in the base?

Ranger craftsman. Hunts magical creatures exclusively to craft magical items from parts harvested from them.

"INTRUDER ALERT! A RED SPY IS IN THE BASE!"

Mute bard

High Charisma Ecdysiast Bard with Rogue levels