Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32960671-20171222074603

Hey all, long time lurker with my first WWYD. Feel free to give feedback and criticisms, can't improve unless I know how crap I am.

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You are the co-owner of a relatively humble orphanage located within the Royal Demon Realm along with your Dark Priest/Angel wife. The size of your little temporary home for girls (and the very, very rare young incubus) who have lost their parents in some pointless conflict is, sadly, not due to a lack of casualties.

Many parents who lose their child to Order forces feel compelled to adopt another. It is a sad state of affairs made even more heart wrenching when one of the little girls grow up and become soldiers out of revenge or a desire to right the wrongs dealt by the Order.

Thankfully, few who have spent time under the protection of you and your wife grow to hold anger or fury in their hearts. While neither of you two have any fighting capabilities to speak of, you do your part by preaching tolerance, understanding, and love to all who pass through your halls (including any prospective parents to dissuade them from pushing their new child to a gave on the front lines).

Recent news of five incredibly powerful Order heroes breaking into the Royal Realm in response to the fall of some far off Order city neither of you two could give a damn about has only further strengthened your convictions.

Indeed, the news has led to more than one shouting match with some more conflict inclined family and friends as tensions continued to rise after each day the Heroes roamed free.

First is one of the few male dwarves left in existence; a young warrior who wields two massive battle axes able to split a dragon’s head in half while in her true form. In a large melee, it has been said that the man known as Duante Chrometracker is naught but a stout blur rending foes apart with a passion only held by the most furious of berserkers. Needless to say, considering the slow extinction of his kin due to a lack of non-corrupted females, he is on a quest for vengeance against all Succubus Kind.

Next are a pair of elven cousins known as Malon Yllaxalim and Pharom Ylladithas; the former is an arch druidic city elf while the latter is the Head Ranger of the largest forest elf civilization in known existence.

Malon was raised by a radicalized modern version of some naturalist religion and views the rapid expansion of Demonic territory as an unbalancing of nature (you don’t disagree). While some may claim that priests and paladins are the backbone of the Order and its greatest healers, Malon could give all but the holiest of saints a run for their money. Pharom, by contrast, dedicated his entire life to perfecting the art of efficient killing with bow and dagger after being forced to slay his twin sister when she came into the possession of a copy of that damnable encyclopedia. Honestly, ‘watching your own flesh and blood turned into something you thought of as the physical embodiment of evil’ has led to so many powerful heroes that a small part of your psyche prayed that the Demon Lord would one day lose one of her own daughters to such a person.

You hated yourself for such thoughts, but couldn’t deny their legitimacy.

Second last is an arcane sorcerer commonly referred to as Rincewond The Walking Apocalypse. As can be inferred from his title, the man could turn entire towns into magically deformed rubble with little effort due to an innate skill with manipulating raw magical energies. Normally such a person would have been eagerly pursued and converted at a young age by one of various organizations; most notably the Sabbath. Sadly for him, and all those who have crossed his path to earn such a moniker, a Hellhound ‘accidentally’ caused his parents death after being sent into a frenzy from smelling his scent. The pair were traveling through lands thought to be safe in pursuit of new, richer farm lands with their six year old son in tow. Funnily enough, his talent and magical energy had chosen that exact moment to manifest much to the brief dismay of the Hellhound.

Finally, there is the giant paladin Fredrick Whitlock Odolf. Standing at over eight feet tall, sealed in the heaviest and strongest armor produced by Order smiths to date. Wielding a mighty bastard sword in one hand and a shield that could easily protect three men (and would probably need another four or five to actually lift) in the other. Empowered by the will and blessings of the Chief God Herself. Some have claimed that this man is the product of revolutionary training techniques developed in response to the fall of Lescatie. Others have conjectured that he is actually the bastard son of the old pope, sworn to kill the Demon Lord before he could show is face in public. You weren’t sure what to believe, but you know for a fact that he and his group mates were not to be trifled with.

Which made the fact that all five were currently strolling through your building’s main hall towards you and your wife all the more horrifying.

Each wore a different expression, from neutral to openly hostile, but none brought you, your wife, or any of the young girls currently cowering behind the two of you any comfort. However, considering any of the group could have easily slaughtered you all in an instant but none had, there may be a way to get out of this alive.

Your wife is terrified but willing to help with whatever you do and from what you can gather, the two of you are probably in the greatest immediate danger. Heroes generally don’t like killing innocents and children are pretty damned innocent, so you could try to work with that. One major concern would have to be the young Hellhound girl trying to put on a brave face (in spite of being one harsh grunt away from balling her eyes out and/or wetting serself) as the Sorcerer glared at her with crackling sparks of magic leaping from his fingers; the resulting scorch marks seemed to form faces wailing in pain as they came into existence.

<p class="MsoNormal">Then again, there was always the good old fashioned throwing yourself at their feet and begging for them not to kill anyone; granted, you may as well try fighting them the naught but your erect Johnson for all the good that may do. Though, you may be able to convince them to only kill you and your wife.

<p class="MsoNormal">Possibly, and this was getting really desperate, you could try and start a conversation to figure out what the hell they wanted and wing it from there. If there actually is a God willing to get off her arse for you then maybe, just maybe you could convince this group of young, powerful, and angry men to leave in peace.

<p class="MsoNormal">All you know is if you don’t something, then your wards would be bound to meet their parents far sooner than they should.

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