Let the first post be about transforming a BBEG paladin of tyranny into a kindhearted and patient female middle school teacher!

>>17518011
Neutral good healbot cleric would be more appropriate.

I hope dryadfag knows about this thread.

Actually this is the forth one.

>>17518045
I do. Still writing. Hang tight /tg/.

>>17518011

Forcibly or reforming them?

>>17518118
Which do you think?

>>17518045

I would be onboard with that. She would have to be very gentle and caring and pretty hot.

So... pretty much this?

>>17518011
First we have to transform the evil overlord Necromancer into an overweight female politician who implements a public education system.

>>17518257
Throw in the bikini armor and we have a deal!>>17518011

>>17518257
She'd have to switch Gods too. Wonder how that works.

>>17518346

I assume the good gods are pretty chill with people wanting to reform.

>>17517984
Do we really need another thread for this shitty fetish topic?

>>17518455
/tg/

>>17518455
waiting on D&D writefaggotry

>>17518455

It isn't just a fetish topic, it's a topic that pops up all throughout fantasy since the ancient Greeks starting writing about Zeus doing it to bone women.

>>17518104

Looking forward to the eventual results.

>>17518280

...?

>>17518436
But if they don't want to reform and are forcibly polymorphed into a cleric worshipping said good God...

how do I D&D alignments

>>17518544
And herein lies the potential for Plot.
Now that she is a cleric of a good god in all but mindset and appears as a matronly caregiver, people she meets automatically assume she is such and ask her for aid.
Initially, she agrees out of convenience. May as well make use of this new appearance, right? It's also good having someone's unconditional trust and respect. The more easily leveraged assets she has for when she enacts her grand revenge scheme the better.

Except... as she continues to do good deeds, gaining the love and respect of entire settlements as she lends her assistance, she finds it harder and harder to contemplate such horrific acts. Maybe it's a subtle compulsion charm, maybe a stealthy Geas applied by her then-nemesis, maybe it's just a plain old change of heart. She just finds the act of revenge-seeking so petty and unfulfilling it's not worth considering. Not when the town over in the next valley is in dire need of the kind of aid only she can provide, when dark forces stir and threaten to destroy all that she's worked to save.

Sure, there's going to be times where she'll need to choose between bad and worse. Events that challenge her new-found faith and cause sleepless nights of soul-searching and evaluation.
But those are the trials the faithful must endure. For if they fall, who remains to watch over those who cannot watch themselves?
Such is the life of a divine healer, one who has been given a rare second chance to start anew.
And if there's one thing she's always held to, it's that you fight for what you believe.

>>17518788

Where does the bikini armor figure in, then?

>>17518952
WIZARDS

Fukken done.

Hold on to your pants /tg/ I wrote a shitton of story.

rejoice

The fight lasted longer than it needed to.

The group stood there, panting, looking over the corpse of the green dragon that lay before them. The party didn’t even enter the ruins yet and already danger presented itself. So much for a simple mission. It wasn’t a very big dragon, at least; larger than a horse, but not some gargantuan monstrosity.

“Is everyone alright?” Alec asked. He was the de facto leader of the party, human, ranger, and master of surviving the wilderness. Dark hair, brown eyes, and chain shirt ripped apart under his tunic. His directions lead true to the ruins, but even he couldn’t anticipate a green dragon waiting at the entrance, likely getting ready to delve in for the ancient knowledge the party sought. Alec looked around. Everyone was still standing. Aerlissa, Devain, Fijit…

“Markus,” Alec saw the fighter laying on the ground, great sword next him, still and not moving. He remembered seeing him take a nasty claw swipe right across his chest, he had hoped Markus would just get back up and keep swinging.

Evidently such was not the case.

“Markus!” Alec called his name again, hoping the wind was just knocked out of him still, when the response didn’t come, he looked to Aerlissa, nodded quickly, and they both rushed to the fighter’s side.

Aerlissa, an elven druid of fair, brass hair and piercing blue eyes placed an ear to Markus’ rent breastplate, hoping to hear a heartbeat. Alec pressed two fingers against his bloody neck, hoping to feel the same.

“Erastil’s horns, you are not dying on me today, damn you!” Alec swore through gritted teeth, “damnit! Aerlissa! Heal him!”

The elf, ever the silent one, nodded and grasped Markus’ bicep. She muttered praise to nature as a familiar soft glow enveloped her hands and spread onto the fighter. His wounds sealed, but breath did not return to the warrior’s lungs. Aerlissa looked at Alec, a shocked and crestfallen look on her face, and slowly shook her head. Leah, Aerlissa’s cougar, was watching from the background, occasionally turning her attention to licking her own wounds. In the branches above, Alec’s hunting falcon, Sorin, gazed intently at the party below.

>>17519060
“He’s gone, Alec…” Devain spoke up. A Half-Elf. And by far the most talented wizard Alec ever knew. He was possessed of black hair and emerald eyes, abstaining from the traditional wizardly robe for a much more practical traveling coat and boots.

Fijit, the rogue and a gnome, looked genuinely saddened and terrified. Markus was her best friend and drinking pal. He loved a good prank as much as she did. Tears started to form from her magenta eyes as she brushed her auburn hair from her face.

“DAMN IT!” Alec stood rather suddenly in a fit, turning from the body, “DAMN IT, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!”

The party was silent. Too see their normally calm and collected leader break down like this was shattering to their morale. Their adventure’s would be much more solemn from now on without Markus… unless.

>>17519069
“…I can still save him,” Aerlissa stood slowly from the body, speaking for the first time in quite a while. Alec stood perfectly still upon hearing her words, turning around as the rest of the party turned their attention to the druid.

“He’ll… get a new body, but he’ll be alive,” she explained, looking this way and that, as if the subject made her uncomfortable.

“Define ‘new body’,” Devain said, serious look on his face.

“He could come back as an elf… or an orc… or any number of possible things, maybe even in a female body. I won’t be able to decide, but he’ll be saved and we can venture forth into the ruins,” she explained.

Alec crossed his arms deep in thought. The nearest town to even consider hiring a priest to revive him was three days away and they couldn’t afford such a detour when the ruins were right in front of them. If Markus were still alive, he would probably be all for it. Alec looked at Devain and Fijit. Devain shrugged nonchalantly, Fijit nodded furiously. Alec then looked at Aerlissa, and nodded.

“Do it.”

>>17519080
Markus looked around him. He was floating in a sea of silvery clouds and pure white sky, heading for a light in the distance. Was he dead? He heard Devain talking about souls traveling through an “Astral Plain” or whatever it was when they died. He didn’t particularly care and was quite drunk at the time. Of course, now he wished he was paying more attention back then, because the fighter wasn’t quite ready to toast pints with Cayden Cailean quite yet. He had a mission to complete and was definitely not about to give up the weekly bar visit with his friends, Fijit would just be torn apart.

He looked to the light and swore he saw his grandparents there, waving happily at him as he floated to his final reward in the afterlife. Suddenly though, he felt something attach to him, like a tendril or rope. It pulled at him with a massive tug and yanked him back away from the light. The tendril continued to twist around him, enveloping his soul as he felt something about it change, he couldn’t quite pin it exactly, but he started to feel quite different as he was pulled back to life and reality.

Aerlissa’s ritual was done. Markus’s armor and pack was removed from his body, leaving him in a simple, bloody tunic and breeches. The divine symbol carved into the dirt around him and valuable oils that the druid had acquired just in case someone died were applied to his body. With both hands on the body, Aerlissa began chanting in the druidic tongue, praying, begging nature to return Markus’ soul in a new body.

The rest of the party watched with bated breath, anticipating, watching, waiting, and praying that Aerlissa’s spell would work.

>>17519087
The divine symbols started glowing with an earthly, green light. Root-like tendrils started to emerge from the ground and wrap around the fighter’s body. A bright glow started to shine forth through the spaces between the roots as the spell worked it’s magic. Even the sunlight in the general area started to feel and look brighter than it usually should have been.

Under the roots, Markus’ body started to deteriorate and fade away; crumbling into dust and giving the roots the essence they needed to form a new body for the fighter. A frame appeared, starting at first as nothing but a vaguely humanoid shape but then slowly starting to take a more solid form. No one could see the entirety of new body quite yet. But they could see it forming under the tendrils. Nearby, a sapling grew quickly from the ground. No one noticed it.

In one final flash of light, the roots retreated back into the ground, the symbol disappeared, and the entire party looked away as the light momentarily blinded them.

When they could see again, there before them lied a slender, female, elven body, with skin composed of fine, maple colored bark and hair seeming to consist of vibrant, healthy leaves.

“It is done,” Aerlissa said, staring at the body.

>>17519099
On cue, the rest of the group, Alec, Devain, and Fijit, dashed forward and leaned over the new body, laying where Markus’ corpse was just moments ago. They said nothing, but they did see that this body was breathing.

A moment of pure silence passed.

“By Nethys, what did you do to him?” Devain asked, glancing at the druid.

“I reincarnated him. It worked… I think,” came her unsure reply.

Markus breathed slowly, trying to remember what was happening. He was with Alec and the others. They were going to some ancient ruins deep in the Redoran Forest. He was sober for two whole days. Yeah, he’d definitely remember that. There was a dragon waiting at the ruins entrance. The party fought it, he took a nasty swipe to the chest. And now he was just waking up. So why did something feel completely and utterly wrong here?

He felt something, a soft hum. Like a connection to some new life nearby, almost like he had a child. A lonely, vulnerable, child that needed to be protected at all costs. There was a weight on his chest though. Not his armor, no. It felt much more intimate than his armor, but oddly solid. What was it? His hair felt weird too, he felt the sunlight much more in his hair than he did on his skin. That was weird. He needed to see what was happening. What was weighing him down. He opened his eyes.

>>17519108
His friends were the first things he saw, standing over him, looking with concerned and worried countenances. Alec nearly reeled back when he saw that Markus’ amber eyes were now replaced with solid gold ones with naught but black pupils.

“Markus?” The ranger asked, hoping that his friend was behind those unfamiliar eyes.

The newly formed, undressed dryad sat up and shook her head, suddenly dizzy and realizing that her body was telling her in no uncertain terms than it needed to lie the hell down again. Markus ignored that feeling, and, upon feeling the weight on her chest shift ever so slightly, but not go away, she looked down and simply stared at what she was seeing.

The party waited, holding their breathes without realizing it, hoping that the first words to come out of this dryad’s mouth would be something that codified her as Markus.

“…I have boobs,” she said.

>>17519114
Alec sighed in relief. It was indeed Markus. His eyes drifted upwards as he stood straight again, relaxing and placing his hand to his forehead. Fijit stifled a laugh and Devain simply gawked. Aerlissa simply sighed and shook her head, figures, she thought.

Markus repeated him-…herself, “I have… boobs. Wooden. Boobs.”

“Y-…Yeah. We… We can see that, Markus,” Alec said, rubbing his forehead. Of all the things to reincarnate to…

Fijit could contain herself no longer; and burst out into pure, unadulterated laughter, doubling over, part of her laughter came from the joy of seeing her friend come back from the dead, and another part came from the absurdity of what he came back as.

Markus resisted every emerging urge to grope her new assets and got straight to the point, “What the hell happened? Please tell me I am drunk or dreaming.”

“The dragon over there killed you. Aerlissa reincarnated you into this body. No dream, and no one spiked your drink,” Devain said, realizing that he was staring and turning away, slightly embarrassed, “And… please… put a shirt on.”

>>17519127
Markus finally gave in and grasped her new breasts, gently lifting them and simply feeling them. Her flesh felt firm and hard, yet still flexible, perhaps even more so than it was before. She felt as though she could simply spring up and cartwheel, roll, and generally be really acrobatic. She leaned forward, looking down to her nether regions and groaned when she realized that her manhood was no longer there, replaced with a slit that marked the vagina. Markus decided he would focus more on that later and moved her hands up to her hair, pulling at the long, leafy strands, and realizing that they were taking in energy from the sun above, helping to curb the resurrection sickness that was making her feel dizzy and weak. At least she didn’t have to cope with any new limbs. Markus also felt the energy and life of nature flowing through her veins. A new energy that she had never felt before, alien and strange, yet, at the same time, it felt natural and pure. She felt the trees around her whispering, curious of the new dryad that had entered their forest. Even the dirt and leaves under her had a voice. Markus looked around, every color of the forest seemed more vivid and beautiful. Every tree seemed more alive to her than ever before. What she used to think was simply wood ready to be used to build the next house back home were now living, being creatures. They were talking about her, ever more curious. One in particular was calling out to him, louder than the others.

The sapling. Markus looked directly at it and immediately felt the hum again, stronger than ever. Almost without thinking she shifted forward and crawled over directly to it. Staring intently at it.

>>17519137
“That’s your tree,” a voice snapped her out of her trance of taking in all the new sensations. It was Aerlissa.

“What?” Markus asked, coming to her senses.

“You’re a dryad now. Connected to a single, sole tree that is your life bond. That sapling dies. You die. And I don’t have the means to cast that spell again,” the druid explained. Stepping forward and sitting down in the dirt next to Markus.

The rest of the party stood back, Fijit had finished laughing by now. “Oh, this is just too good,” she commented, provoking a brief glare from Alec.

“You… turned me into a dryad!? Like. One of those tree ladies!?” She asked, stunned.

“Yes… Tree lady. I’m a little jealous, really-“

“Jealous!?” Markus barked (ha ha) back, “Cayden save me, I’m a chick, Aerlissa! A bark-skinned, green-haired chick!”

Fijit continued laughing once more. Devain rolled his eyes and walked over to the dragon’s corpse, knowing that Markus was back and seeing if he could possibly collect a few scales for spell components. Alec began rummaging through Markus’ Handy Haversack, looking for a spare shirt.

>>17519142
“Can I even hold my sword anymore? I don’t feel nearly as strong as I used to...” Markus mused, examining her hands, shutting out the voices from the trees and shrubs and focusing on the matter at hand.

“Is it reversible?” she asked, “can it be changed?”

Aerlissa shook her head.

“Oh… no…” Markus said, collapsing, grasping her slender legs and burying her head in them.

“Hey! Cheer up!” Fijit chimed in, “at least you’re alive!”

Alec tossed a shirt and some pants onto the collapsed Markus, taking the situation as seriously as he possibly could.

“Dress up,” he said, “try and get used to the body. Your armor’s magic right? It should shift to fit the new body. If not, well. I’m sure the wooden skin will come in handy then.”

“He won’t be able to travel very far from the sapling,” Aerlissa said, “the resurrection sickness itself is bad enough, but if he… she… travels more than half a mile from that sapling, then he’ll… she’ll only get worse.”

Fijit shook her head, stifling a chuckle. This just keeps getting better. Alec sighed, thinking.

“…Dig up the sapling then. We’ll take it with us. You can put it in your tankard, Markus,” he concluded. Aerlissa looked at him, not sure whether to be offended or impressed.

>>17519158
Markus got out of her fetal position and grabbed the shirt and trousers, quickly putting them on when she realized that she was quite exposed. She walked toward her gear, picking up her great sword and giving it a few test swings. It was indeed a little heavier than she was used to. She’d need to get used to that quite quickly. She stuck the blade into the ground and went to her armor. It was indeed magical. Devain enchanted it himself; hopefully he enchanted it so that it would automatically resize itself to fit Markus’ new, female form.

“Um…” she began, embarrassed, “someone help me with my armor?”

“I’ll do it!” Aerlissa chimed, causing Fijit to laugh once more.

“What?” Aerlissa asked, genuinely taken aback, “I’ve always wanted to meet a dryad.”

“Well, since you are the regional expert on them, I suppose you can help me figure out why the hell I hear the bloody trees talking to me,” Markus responded. Alec smiled, he was indeed still the same old Markus.

“I’ll start digging up the sapling, Markus,” he said, pulling out a knife and heading toward it.

Markus had the sudden urge to stop him from even getting anywhere near her tree. But he contained it and let Aerlissa strap on her armor, which did indeed silently resize itself to suit the new form.

>in case someone died

why did i lol

>>17519166
“We need a new name for you! Markus will just sound weird!” Fijit said.

“Oh gods…” Markus groaned.

“Hm… Margaret?” Fijit suggested.

“Margaret?” Markus shot back as she slid on her gauntlets. Her armor felt strange and unnatural to her. Which conflicted with her experience of having worn this armor for months.

“That’s my grandmother’s name. I will not take her name,” she said.

“Michelle then?” Fijit offered next.

“I had a crush on a girl named Michelle…” Markus said as Aerlissa strapped on the chestpiece, not unconvinced that the druid was taking ever opportunity she could to simply feel Markus’ new skin.

“She died of the plague,” Markus said flatly.

“Oooh, that won’t work then,” Fijit said, quite uncomfortable.

“How about Maple?” Alec chimed in, approaching Markus with the sapling in his tankard, “because I do believe this is a maple tree sapling.”

Fijit looked at the small plant, then at Markus, nodding happily, “that works!”

Markus finished putting on his boots and took the tankard with her tree in it.

“Maple, hunh?” She said, looking the plant over.

“…Maple it is.”

END.

more please

Prolly not the best I've written. Typos here and there, a "he" when there should be a "she" etc.

But it frakking 1 AM for me and I am fucktired. Cut me some slack.

9/10 would read again

>>17519248
It was quite fine, man. No worries.

Fantastic work, wood read again.

I just want to see where the story branches off

>>17519315
>Fantastic work, wood read again.
>wood
>Not sure if typo, or clever pun

>>17519217
If I can get my maptool maps done for the Pathfinder session I'm running tomorrow night. I'll see if I can't squeeze some more of Maple's Story (hahahamaplestoryisahorribleMMO) in tomorrow. Have the party go into the ruins and have her discover more about her new fey powers.

I'm really bummed OP had to Leave so early

>>17519373
>>17519358
>>17519315
Stop that, I refuse to embark upon another pun thread

>>17519384
you're awfully prickly aren't you?

>>17519358
I'll need to work on developing solid roots for the main character before I start doing that.

>>17519185
>2012
>still using those two hold shots of Massimo

>>17519395
I just think it's best if we truncate the trhread before it gets too sappy

>>17519402
I hope this project bears fruit.

>>17519315
>>17519422
>>17519425
>>17519402
>>17519358

>>17519248

Quit bellyaching, you did great.

So, any requests for writefaggotry now?

Relevant oldthread to redeeming with tf:
>Werebears are Lawful Good
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16275993/

>*fourth

>>17519248
Well, the minds of most people are going to flip-flop when a change happens and slip on pronouns.

I think we could wait a little longer before stemming the flow of dryads.

>>17519410

That's his name? Thank you, sir, I've been wondering about that.

>>17519465
He's one of the most intelligent men to ever live on the planet.
Here's him as a young hero, chilling with Castro.

>>17519492
you could say he has roots in the community

>>17519441
>>Werebears are Lawful Good

pfffffthahahaha I remember that thread.

I'm still wondering how a Were-Honey Badger would work.

>>17519502
Okay, it was funny for like, the first 5 puns. Let's get back on topic now.

But yeah, as I said, I'll likely write more for Maple here between finishing my maps and having the Pathfinder session. 'til then. I'mma go anon again and bugger off to sleep. See you guys tomorrow, assuming this thread still lives!

>>17519502

Maybe he's just the kind of guy who knocks on wood?

Tell you guys what, this is an unrelated writefag. I'll write something if you'd like. Give me a concept involving a man transforming into a woman somehow and I'll write something up.

apply lycanthrope template to Dire Badger, why not? They get Rage and everything

>>17519634

Eh, I already offered, I think we've met our writefag quota now. There's enough out there that people are satisfied.

>>17519634
Mermaids always work.
Or Kobolds, I dunno.
Maybe Halfling.
I can't decide, since any of them would be good in your trusted hands, Anon.

>>17519677

I'll do something with one of these then.

Great stuff Dryadfag. I enjoyed a lot. Makes me feel like writing again. Gonna give a thought to what about.

I kinda like the idea of another outlandish TF story.

>>17519726
Harpies always work.
So do Scylla.
Or Gnolls.
I'm jus' sayin'.

elves

>>17519634
Paladin finds Holy Avenger macuahuitl of lost lizardman/snakeman civilization. Their priest caste("paladins" included) was female-only, and the weapon will not work for the human man. He asks the party Magic-User to fix the item so it will work for Paladin. The M-U, not much a friend of Paladin's, and a bit of a lazy wizard to boot, decides she can just reinforce the "only lizard/snakefolk females can wield me" effect to be proactive. So, when he next uses it...
>>17519671
Never enough.
>Sweetman foreivir
I think captcha doesn't want to be tf'ed from m, or maybe wants to become m?

>>17519677
>>17519756
I'd be down for a Mermaid or Harpy story.

>>17519756

As I said before, I want some context, a story seed. Otherwise I feel I'll have to make stuff up and it will be stale and generic.

Also, what's a scylla, apart from the mythic creature that guarded a strait in greek myth?

>>17519780
Scylla in D&D are basically the same as the monstress from the Odyssey, only in bulk.
I can think of a quick seed if you let me know what monster you plan on working with.

>>17519780
Mermaid story I think would be easy enough to come up with. Man shripwrecks at sea. Weight catches onto leg or something, starts dragging him down. Either a mermaid comes along and transforms him or he somehow stays conscious to the bottom of the sea (maybe he wrecked over a Coral Reef) and finds like a magic conch shell or something that transforms him.

Harpy is a little more difficult to come up with for ideas. Probably something involving mountains. And a magic feather maybe.

>>17519803

No preferences. I've heard harpy, scylla, kobold, lizardman (that one has a seed already), mermaid and gnoll.

And the generic lolgurl.

>>17519832
Seconding; this can work, yeah. I've got school-work in the way of any meaningful creative thinking, so Anon has my vote.

Well, honestly, the seed I just put is sufficiently generic that you could swap out the macuahuitl for a trident to get mermaid, or nunchaku to get gnolls, and just change where they looted it from.

>onostit How
>o noes, tit, How
Captcha is getting into the spirit?

>>17519832
ALL HAIL THE MAGIC CONCH

(I'm so sorry, but you were practically begging for it)

>>17519833
How about these:

>>17518045
>>17518257
>>17518788

Evil or at the very least stern lawful paladin type into dainty pacifistic goody two shoes cleric.

Also thanks Dryadfag. /tg/ delivers again.

Glad you stopped that plant punning stuff too. Have to nip that sort of thing in the bud.

>>17519770
this, do this

>>17520071

I'm doing the lizardman one, as I rather liked it.

>>17520265
But...no boobs!

>>17520286
Fuck that, with boobs. It's magic, and annoyed miss-magic-user might be doing that just to get back at him.

Sorry it took me so long.


No one would ever claim Jacob Jacobson was a good man. From the day he’d been old enough to realize his parents had given him a punny name, he’d hated them. From the day he’d realized he wasn’t even in the top half of the attractive boys at the Fighter’s Academy, that even that pretty boy Gavin was better-looking than him, he’d hated himself. From the day he’d recognized that Fate had no special plan for him, that the stars hadn’t foretold his birth and that he was not destined to be a great hero or anything, he’d hated the gods. The city of Frandal knew Jacob Jacobs as the meanest son of a bitch to display the bare minimum amount of personal discipline and willingness to obey orders to ever graduate from the Academy; he had more personal demerits than the entire rest of his graduating class combined.

>>17520763

Thus, it was with little celebration that Jacob left the city to pursue a life as an adventurer. He rarely stayed in one group for very long; his personality did not suit such. He made up for this with sheer quantity of groups and tiny adventures. Whenever a goblin kidnapped a farmhand’s daughter, he was there. Whenever a necromancer threatened to raise an army of darkness and conquer the kingdom, he wasn’t there. Whenever a package of cockatrice feathers had to be transported through displacer beast territory, he was there. Whenever a dragon began to scour the countryside of human life, he wasn’t there. The number of small adventures added up, but not quickly enough, and Jacob was merely a good swordsman in his forties. He’d met younger men, who had taken greater risks, who were twice his better, and he knew he had not much time before simple age would dull his skills, hard-won or not.

>>17520774

Great laughter was the response when Jacob announced his intention to seek the Bracer of Eternal Life. Everyone knew the tale; Grangois, an elven sorceress near the end of even an elf’s life, was dying, and, hoping to avoid lichdom as a solution, crafted a magical bracer that would prevent aging for whoever wore it by aging the bracer instead, only to die in a completely-unrelated shipwreck. In certain parts of the country, “Grangois” was slang for “success, but for the twists of fate,” and her story was widely laughed at even in the modern day.
Nevertheless, Jacob was successful in assembling a party, partly by sinking much of his modest fortune into it. A cleric, a sorcerer, and a bard joined him. All of them knew the spell water breathing; with Jacob’s martial skill, this was possible. Unlikely, but possible.
They spent months scouring the bottom of the ocean, fought monsters that, on land, were known only in bardic tales. They discovered tenfold minor treasures, which Jacob allowed the rest of his party to keep. He stopped shaving, and on clear days, sailors and fisherman would tell each other of the crazy, ragged, bearded man with a greatsword. Some wondered if he was the son of a water spirit, some wondered if he was a warrior whose son was eaten by a whale. Only a very few ever realized that this was what had become of Jacob.

>>17520782

But, to even their own surprise, the party finally found a lead after thirteen months and day. A sea elf had heard tales of a sunken ship from a century before that had the misfortune of wrecking over the Dragon’s Maw, a underwater chasm known for kraken activity; otherwise, this elf’s parents (he claimed) would have been happy to rescue any survivors.
The journey was long and dangerous, but again, they triumphed. With the addition of Bolts of Kraken Bane, they tore through the ranks of monsters and finally, *finally* found the ship, the Harpy’s Beak.
Most of the ship had broken off and drifted away, but they were in luck; the sorceress’ cabin was indeed in the remaining part. A knock spell later, and they were in.
It was glorious. A myriad of arcane treasures; books enchanted to survive the water, candles that still burned, a golden gilded cage that hadn’t rusted a day, a mirror that still reflected perfectly. And on a sequined bed lay a skeleton in a robe, a golden-blue bracer surrounding the remnants of her bony right wrist.
With great trepidation, Jacob swam to the corpse. He hated to desecrate a skeleton, but he hoped she wouldn’t mind, and broke off her lower arm. The bone disintegrated almost immediately from the attack, leaving only the bracer. But before Jacob could even inspect it, he felt a strange, magical feeling envelop him, and water rushed into his lungs. He turned.

>>17520788

“Sorry, gents,” said the bard. “But I rather must insist on ownership of the treasure.” He looked at Jacob specifically, as the white tendrils of his dispel magic left his fingers. “The bracer in particular.”
He winked mockingly. Jacob took a quick look at the cleric and wizard. They were desperately trying to finish recasting water breathing, but two bolts flew into them, disrupting their spells. The bard’s crossbow.
Steeling himself, Jacob threw the bracer back to the corpse and pushed his leg off of the bed, giving him the momentum needed to charge at the traitor. He may have been an asshole, but a traitor, he was not. He took three bolts for his trouble, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Twelve seconds later, there was nothing left but a crossbow and a harp. Fifteen seconds later, just a crossbow. Jacob hated music.
He turned, but winced. The wizard and cleric, less hardy than himself, had drowned. He shook his head; he could do nothing for them now. Realizing that he, too, would die in twenty or so seconds, the surface far too far to swim to, he jumped back to the bed. Cutting the arm of his chain shirt off in a few motions with a knife, he slipped the bracer on. He might die, but he would not, he told himself, die of age.

>>17520806

Jacob choked. Water flushed into his lungs, but it wasn’t… as bad as he’d expected. He groaned; something was happening. His flesh was tingling with magical activity, his fingers reflectively curled. Had he not been underwater, all would have heard his pained scream for a mile around.
Jacob could feel his armor fly off him as a magical bolt enveloped his body, pushing the lesser magics of his equipment away from his body until he was naked save for the bracer.
Against his will, his legs pressed against each other, so much that it began to hurt. He could feel something wrapping them, like tape but much faster and sturdier, and a second later, he couldn’t move them away from each other. His chest flared, then sank. He could feel his entire torso compress in size; his huge body was, moments later, merely 5’5”. He felt two weights appear out of his chest, threatening to rip the skin apart until they settled as two bumps hanging off, flowing whichever way the water went. Last came his face; his flesh straightened, the lines he’d acquired over decades of life disappear, and his chin become smaller and more angular. His eyes enlarged, his eyebrows shrank. His once-ugly nose straightened out. His short, military-cut hair grew rapidly, until he could feel it against the small of his back. His beard simply fell off his skin entirely, floating away.

>>17520826

It was over in a few seconds. He prepared for death, but suddenly found himself able to breathe. He felt his mouth; his lips were… flusher. He pulled himself over to the mirror and gasped.
A mermaid was staring back at him. Long blond hair, a green fish tail; everything. Jacob didn’t look a day over twenty-five, if that.

It took Jaleene days to figure it out, but she eventually came to a conclusion. If she was wrong, she was wrong, but it satisfied her enough. She figured the elf sorceress, realizing the ship was sinking, had attempted to transform into something that could survive, specifically, a young mermaid. But the bracer had somehow absorbed the spell like it absorbed aging, denying her its benefits and, thus, she drowned.

>>17520832

And there the spell had stayed for decades, until he put it on and, without realizing its significance, donned the form she’d meant for herself. She had probably only meant to take the mermaid form for as long as it would take to get to shore, but Jaleene was no mage, and couldn’t reverse it. A wizard she’d asked for a dispel magic had told her the bracer was simply absorbing any magic cast on her.
She could remove it, she supposed… but there was a certain romance to it, was there not? Sure, she was denied her armor, but she still had her sword, and on clear days, sailors and fishermen would speak of the fair-haired and naked mermaid warrioress who protected ships from monsters of the deep and rescued drowning men during storms, screaming like a barbarian but a beauty to behold. Whether the tales of a kiss, and occasionally more, were true… None really knew for sure. Well.

Perhaps one did.

>>17520847

GOOD END!

>>17520847

Bravo, good sir.

Pretty good, yeah.

http://pastebin.com/cYbj7QJR

Wild new writefaggotry appeared.

Another good end!

So uh, did anyone care enough about the idea from the last thread about some civilized nobles polymorphing into savage species mercenaries to do anything with it? Just asking.

>>17521266
>the gentle curve of his chest
Nice trick, makes it uncertain whether you went with or without.

Quite dood if more violently-changed than I'm accustomed.

>>17521719

Yeah, that was intentional, and because I didn't want to write something like "and on her new lizard-chest were a pair of stupendous lizard-knockers".

Also, I got it into my head to have an actual "shedding" as a change with the whole lizard thing. Tried not to make it too visceral, sorry if it was.

>>17521719
*good, argh
Any more requests out there? I might be sufficiently bored.

>>17521850

One where a man and a woman change into oppoiste genders AND opposite species of some type (your choice) and find love?

>>17521850
Go for this/these/whatnot:
>>17520228
Mite B kewl.

>>17521850

Repeating my request from yesterday:

A married couple who are kinky and twisted enough to use a polymorphing item which merges and turns them both into a two-headed monster of some kind. Thinking two-headed yuan-ti or something.

Please?

>>17521875
Oooooh, I want to see this. Seconding.

>>17521875
A normal person would say "a married couple that's so in love they use a polymorphing item which merges and turns them both into a two-headed monster of some kind."

You go straight to "so kinky."

>>17521875
How high would you want the split? Neck, waist, "legs"?
>>17521868
Might be, but there's still no real explanation of why. But then maybe the transformation isn't the seed of the story.
>>17521860
I have an idea for this one, working.

>>17522060
If my opinion counts, the waist is a nice splitting point.

>>17522060

Shared body, only heads are separate. Ettin-style, but the combined form is a lot sexier than one. Possible end with them not being able or interested in changing back due to liking their new state OR being mentally changed to merge there too. Your choices.

He carried her over the mossy, cracked threshold, and skipped up the steps, along the walkway, setting her down next to the the remarkably-intact altar.
"Hon, I thought you said you were taking me to get married!"
"Well, it's still a temple, and I'm technically a priest from that one time...and this way your family can't gatecrash."
She smiles at him, nods her agreement. He recites a short ceremony asking for the bountiful blessings of the gods on their union, including on the spot the bit on the altar he can read. It was, for all her objections, a properly-consecrated temple where many ceremonies of the sort had been held, the pair to be wed standing before the altar much like they would now.
After asking her to be his and proclaiming him to be hers, he concluded, "I may kiss the bride." With her giggle, he did, and the temple's invoked magic washed over them with a warm glow as he held her close, arms around each other.

>>17522160
They held the kiss for some time, with only a little nudging from the fertile magic of the unused temple? The world and its concerns seemed to shrink around them, their lips and tongues seeming to grow in importance, perhaps longer as well. Her chest against his, or was it his against hers? He heard a "rrrip", felt drafts, and opened his eyes, pulling back, his doublet's buttons tinking on the floor.
He saw her face, almost like a hyena pup's, raising his hand to touch it, discovering it to be covered in similar brown fur. Something brushed her skirt against him, and he blinked, looking down, seeing that 'his' chest quite outmatched hers, which was now rather slender...and that his hose had quite burst from the expansion of hips the short brushy tail. Both were a fair bit taller, and he felt 'her' skirt brush against 'his' thigh, abruptly realizing that they had changed.
"Hal, I think you got it backwards," Jeen said, lightly brushing his hand against Hal's new assets, the other pointing at a small pictograph on the altar of a couple...the smaller one on the left, the large, curvy one on the right. "Gnoll females are larger."
Laughing, Hal swept Jeen off his feet, and carried him off for an adventurer's honeymoon.

FIN

no, needs more work, I think.

>>17522160
>>17522337

I liked it.

>>17519372

What wood give you that idea?
Speaking of OC, should I continue this or is it just kind of silly. I kind of want to get some art practice, and I'm hardly worth anything in that area. So I thought I'd combine my terrible art with my passable writing and create something worth showing the thread.

>>17521875
on consideration, I'm not sure how to do your request in a blueboard way.
>>17521868
and I'm too tired to properly write the blackguard's slow descent into goodness.
>>17522707
On the one claw, you need practice. On the other, you need practice.

*the practice. This is why I'm not trying to write something outside of my automatics when half-asleep.

bump, want this to be here tomorrow.

pic somewhat related

>>17522873

Fair enough.

Interesting idea I got from reading OOTS, how would the World War II turn out if Hitler got his hands on polymorphing magic early on?

>>17523937
Nothing interesting. He's not going to waste resources to upgrade lesser races and it's axiomatically wrong for them to upgrade master races to something else. For military/spy applications, Insufficient data, really. Range, mass-production possibility, whether the Allies have any countermagic...it just becomes another weapon/tool.

Dryadfag here. Still got maps to work on, but I figure its the dead of night for most /tg/ers here and a friendly bump would not be amiss.

I should definitely have time later today for more writefaggotry though.

Good stories hydrawriter and mermaidwriter. And an nice short one from you as well, fool.

Mmm, delicious Maple syrup...

Bumping for a sec to keep this on the board while I write an idea that popped into my head.

>>17526052
Any time you're ready.

>>17526052
give us a story

Meh, I'll do it after work. Missed my lunch break.

no more stories?

>>17527810
I have some more Dryad story written up. Incomplete, but I'm literally about to have my session.

I could post what I have if you want.

>>17527974

Yes

Posting what I have, hold on to your hats /tg/

can we have a story with a hat?

Maple sat in the dirt. Fully armored. Tankard with sapling in front of her, and still taking in the new sensations that came with her body. Nearby, the party was setting up camp. After the fight with the green dragon, there was no way the party was quite ready to delve into the ruins just yet. Devain and Aerlissa had expended more than half of their spells on the dragon alone and Alec had sustained some serious injuries. Aerlissa was not happy that he revealed aforementioned injuries to her until after Maple was reincarnated, but he cared for his teammates more than he did himself.

This particular adventuring party would be offended if you called them “treasure hunters,” but that was, more or less, exactly what they were. They had travelled far and wide across Golarion in search of ancient ruins to dig through and treasures to find, seeking wealth and power, like many other adventuring groups. It helped that Alec knew a wealthy museum owner in Absalom that paid hefty prices for many of the valuable, if not worthless to the party, relics they would often procure. These particular ruins were supposedly the remains of an ancient fey settlement. A race of beings long lost to the annals of history. They were said to possess a unique connection not only to nature, but works of artifice as well, as evidenced by the ancient stone pillars and decrepit walls.

>>17528389
Maple didn’t particularly care for the specifics. She was there to simply handle any and all physical threats that presented themselves. She’d handled everything from goblins to kobolds to skeletons to mummies and even a golem here and there, but no dragons before. She didn’t feel all too happy about being slain in her first encounter with one, and then being reincarnated as a dryad. But she knew going out that adventuring was a dangerous and sometimes very strange business. One of the foremost thoughts on her mind was how on earth she would approach her parents like this. Along with the countless suitors she had back in Absalom. Her parents may be able to accept that there son was now a daughter, and a dryad, at that. But all of the girls that she had once dated, how would they respond upon finding that the studly, handsome, battle worn warrior that was once Markus was now the dainty little dryad Maple? Who would Maple go out with? Did dryads even have sex? Did she now prefer men instead of woman? Her sex did change, after all, would her sexual preference have done so as well? She could never be sure with magic.

“It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?” Aerlissa sat down next to Maple, resting on her shins and leaning to the side away from Maple. She lacked a tent or bedroll, and instead preferred sleeping under the stars above, sometimes in a blanket if the weather was unpleasant.

“You’re awfully talkative around me now, aren’t you, Aerlissa?” Maple asked, deadpan. She was still getting used to the change in her voice’s pitch. Having gone from a rather handsome baritone to an alto suddenly. Her voice also seemed to resonate slightly with an earthly echo, as if it always rang through the forest, though it was no louder than normal speaking.

>>17528399
“I knew that the spell would bring you back in a new body. But I was expecting something more along the lines of a humanoid like an elf or a dwarf, but never a dryad. Dryads are fey. Not humans,” she explained.

“I do feel a lot more… magical… than I used to,” Maple commented.

“In tune with nature?” Aerlissa prodded.

“The trees are talking to me, Aerlissa,” Maple snarked.

“They’re excited,” she observed, “there probably hasn’t been a dryad around these parts for ages. Likely due to the ruins, even I’m getting a bad vibe from them, as it were.”

“I am too,” Maple added, “which is funny because I wasn’t back when I was still a man.”

“I have a feeling these ruins will test us more than the others,” Aerlissa warned, looking at the still-new dryad.

“So,” the druid said, changing the subject, “What’s it like? The new body? Do you think you can use your powers?”

“What powers are there?” Maple asked, standing and grabbing her great sword.

“Well… from what I’ve learned from my circle. Back when I was still young, for an elf, I believe dryads can use powers related mainly to using the forest around them to attack. You know that spell I use occasionally that summons plants and roots to entangle our enemies?” Aerlissa asked.

Maple nodded. “You should be able to use that now, along with a myriad of other abilities. They should be instinctual to you, though, whereas I have to meditate for my powers,” Aerlissa finished, “here.”

The druid stood and stepped into the forest away from the camp, turning to Maple. Aerlissa nodded, and spoke. “Entangle me.”

“What,” Maple responded.

>>17528432
woah, how the fuck did I double post that?

Anyways, that's all I have for now. Hate to leave you hanging at "entangle me," but I assure you, rape does not ensue.

Double post deleted, like a baws.

Will continue story possibly later tonight.

>>17528454 rape does not ensue.

>>17528454

>but I assure you, rape does not ensue.

Roots. Roots in every hole.

>>17528597

>>17528700

>>17528597
>>17528643
You want those kind of /tg/ stories, google "Xiombarg's Storyteller."

>>17528820

Poor Maple :(

>>17529650
Someone needs to drawfag Maple.

Stat.

Ready for the continuation of Maple's story, /tg/? Got the rest of the entangled bit written up.

As I go though, question for you. You guys like the story enough that I'm perfectly willing to keep writing for it so long as interest remains. If this story continues far enough. What do you think the party will do about the tree? It'll eventually grow too large to be carried around in a tankard, after all.

Save your answers for after I post the story though. Let's do this.

>>17528419
“Don’t worry, the spell doesn’t actually hurt. It just makes it rather difficult to move. You need to get used to using your powers, especially considering how useful they’ll be in a fight,” Aerlissa said, throwing her arms up briefly.

Maple bit her lip, noting how it tasted like syrup. “Are you sure now’s the best time to do this? I’ve never cast a spell in my life!” She protested.

“We have all night to practice. And for you it won’t be like casting a spell! It’ll just come naturally to you. Just think and focus, instinct will take care of the rest,” the druid tutored.

By this point the rest of the party had finished setting up camp and started a campfire, they had now gathered behind Maple to watch the fighter cast her first spell. Well, spell-like ability. Even Leah, Aerlissa’s cougar, watched from her spot lying down nearby. And Sorin, Alec’s falcon, watched from the branches above.

>>17530276
Maple saw the party behind her and shook her head. It was now or never. She closed her eyes and focused. She focused on the foreign, yet familiar energy within her. The energy swirled at her feet and down in her legs, yet couldn’t quite be released. Maple opened her eyes, confused. She looked down to the boots she was wearing, they were encasing the energy, blocking it from being released. Without a second thought she crouched down and took off the boots, letting her bare, wood-skinned feet touch the earth and dirt below her. The party watched on, curious and interested.

She felt a lot more comfortable with this, feeling the dirt under her feet with her naturally wooden toes, wiggling them down into the earth. She knew why most fey creatures typically didn’t wear shoes now. She closed her eyes and focused once more, feeling the energy underneath her. With next to no effort, it was released.

Maple sent the energy of the forest flying to Aerlissa, immediately, the ground underneath her stirred to life. Weeds, roots, and grass twisted and turned and erupted from the ground. Aerlissa couldn’t help but yelp in shock as a root twisted around her leg. Caught off guard, she tripped and fell over, immediately the grass and roots wrapped around her arms and other leg. Struggling, Aerlissa, started to wriggle free of the entangling vines, crawling and eventually standing to get out of the spell’s area as the plants of the ground reached forth to try and keep her pinned.

>>17530296

Once she was free, she panted, looking at the plant-life behind he still trying to reach out and pull her back in. Maple had both of her hands curled over her mouth in shock.

“Awesome!” she cried in glee. Aerlissa simply shook her head. Dryad or no, Maple was still Markus, and was just as excitable as ever when she wasn’t lamenting her new body.

Alec shook his head, smiling. “I think you’ll get used to the new body, Markus- er… Maple,” he said.

“Yeah,” Maple responded, “I think I’ll get used to it too.”

>>17530321
Aaaand end that little arc. Hunh, thought I wrote more than that. Ah well.

>>17530332
Maybe she could set down roots in the city where they finally leave the tree?

>>17530376
Part shameless bumpan. Part answering the question.

Carrying around the tree might go by fine for a few years, might have to change out to an actual plant pot for a bit before settling down in one spot. What I'm thinking about is a way for the party to conceivably chart around a full grown tree with it being unwieldy as fuck.

What I'm basically saying, /tg/ How would you carry around a healthy, living, fullgrown tree?

>>17530265
As a Player once said to a DM: "Does the inside of my bag of holding count as within sixteen feet?" Possibly, putting the root system in a nice big bag of holding/portahole, and having the wizard cart it around on a Tenser's Floating Disk for a while.

Longer-term solutions include flying castle rules, though in this case it would be more of a miniature flying garden. Ring gates might work [if you're allowed to have the mystical connection pass through them], but are hellishly expensive.

While the tree is still small, you could use it for some interesting plot points -- I don't know much about dryads, but if Maple can sense what's going on around it, they could use it for covert surveillance or overwatch, and a sufficiently informed and dastardly villain could take it hostage or use it as a part of his wicked schemes (what would happen to a mind-control or poison spell cast on Maple's tree?).

Unfortunately, the "obvious" option of turning her tree into a treant is not so easily available as she is of a maple (I think?) and not an oak: http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/liveoak.htm

so you get to just go with the catchall PaO instead.

>>17530811
Yeah, one of the main things I was thinking about was just planting the tree on an airship or something and have that flying around. But the bag of holding + tenser's disc idea works pretty well.

Good evening. Any writing plot seeds for tonight?

Continued entertainment, Dryadfag. Please keep it up.

I've always wanted to see a story about some adventurers who infiltrate harem through the use of transformation and end up in some sticky hijinx.

Anyone else?

more nature spirits

modern day setting

>>17531050
Is it possible to grow a maple tree as a bonsai? That's one way of solving the transportation issue.
Of course, there may be other factors of being a Dryad that I'm unaware of that could make this impractical at best, like if a dryad's power scales in proportion to the size/age of her tree.

>>17532332
Technically, according to the PF SRD. Dryad's are bonded with a large oak tree (though others are possible, such as a Maple). It's starts off as a large tree, and is never explained if the Dryad grew up as a part of it or not. Since Maple was reincarnated as a dryad, there was no tree for her to be binded to. So a new one needed to be made. Hence the sapling.

I do know that the rules of the tree bond state that the Dryad is only sickened when she's taken away from her tree and eventually starts taking CON damage until she dies. I would assume the same rings true for the tree's destruction. It might not have to be a healthy tree (though I would imagine the dryad works her best to keep it healthy), it just needs to be alive.

Any more?

Poor Maple. Wonder when it'll dawn on her that she has a serious chance of losing her freedom here.

I actually hope she doesn't get used to it TOO quickly. Misses drama potential and seems unrealistic to me.

inb4 unrealistic in tg Dryad story

>>17533515
She likely won't. The sweet new powers are nice. But the downsides will eventually outweigh the perks. I didn't have much time to writefag today. And I'm about to head to sleep right now.

I'll have plenty of time to writefag more tomorrow though. Expect lots of new Maple for Saturday.

How about some writefaggotry in the magic: the gathering setting? There's a shitload of canon shapeshifting there, with Volrath impersonating the sexy redhead girl Takara as the most high-profile one.

Seems like a ripe area to exploit

No writefags around today?

Dryadfag here. Giving a late night bump and promising more writing inbound.

Kind of expecting another dryad in the temple, honestly. Thence another scenehook, racy or otherwise.
>>17534897
There are quite a lot of them around...

or maybe it's just me.

moar

>>17530838
Wouldn't mind control just fail, and poison affect the tree itself?

ITT writefaggotry

This series of thread seems to have skewed pretty scaly, overall - dryadfaggotry notwithstanding. Can we get some more savage species that aren't descended from dinosaurs, please?

On the subject of dryadfaggotry, though, does anybody else think that Maple should get a scary-sexy battle form, like in Warhammer? Nature spirits are no joke in close combat and it kind of makes sense to me since she started out as a fighter.

>>17540083
I like that Maple is out of her element in a body that's much physically weaker.

Always thought Dryads looked like regular humanoids most of the time though. No bark skin and stuff. Happy with the results nonetheless.

>>17540184
Physically different, not necessarily weaker. The same rules that apply to mortals don't apply to fae creatures. She could be crazy strong if she's deep in the woods, or completely helpless in the middle of a city.

>>17540211
Well this was vaguely D&D inspired and Dryads tend to have average strength at best. It's also their lowest stat.

I just want to lick up Maple's sweet, sweet syrup.

Slurp.

>>17540271
wanna bite dat lip

>>17540184
And shit I just realized where I got that impression.

I apparently haven't looked at a D&D monster manual since version 3.0. Pic related: pre- 3.5 Dryad

PF dryad represent.

>>17540391
That'd be nice if she didn't have the face of a latex coated Joan Rivers.

>>17540053

Like what?

Hai gaiz, ready for more Maple? Stand by for story dump.

>>17541111

Hell yes.

>>17530321
It was a lie. The warrior who was once Markus never much cared for the ways of nature. To him a forest was a forest, a place of resources and lumber. Sure, people lived in the forest, hunters, rangers, and druids. But he was none of those things. Markus was a sell-sword. He was a man of steel and a soldier of fortune. He revered Cayden Cailean, the god of freedom, ale, and bravery, and followed in his footsteps. He was born and raised in Absalom and only occasionally visited the forests outside of the city that lined the island. His parents hired the best soldiers and teachers to teach him the way of the sword. He had learned from one of the countless blacksmiths of the city to craft a blade. A forge fire was his second home.

The way Maple saw it, a dryad wasn’t meant to work the forge or even live in a city. But she would keep up the cheerful and grateful façade for now. She was at least still alive, and even if it came with having to live near a certain tree for the rest of her life and deal with flowers “talking” to her, then it was a price she’d have to pay. That, or die again and risk being reborn into an even weirder body. Aerlissa didn’t have the oils needed anyways. So she would simply have to deal with it for now. Focus on the mission. She was getting contractually paid for this. Get in, swipe any valuables they can find, get out. The dryad issue could be handled later.

“We should get to sleep,” Alec said, having been impressed with the entangle display earlier, “you’ll need plenty of rest, Maple, to curb off the resurrection sickness. Once we get back to town, we can probably hire a priest to remove the sickness entirely. For now, rest up; we’ll be up bright and early tomorrow to take on the ruins. I’ll take first watch.”

>>17541148
Aerlissa finished brushing herself off and went to her cougar, lying down to use her downy fur as a pillow, a role the large cat was more than willing to play. The rest of the party retreated to their respective tents.

Maple picked up her boots, looking at them and then down at her bare feet, staring thoughtfully at her skin’s new texture. She’d never understand how a wooden epidermis could possible be so malleable and agile like this. The fact that going barefoot was more comfortable to her instead of wearing boots was already such an alien feeling to her. She went into her tent and dropped the boots near the entrance flap. She was able to take off her armor by herself, unsure why exactly she put it all on in the first place if the party was simply going to set up camp.

Maple quickly realized that her sapling was not in sight and burst outside, sighing in relief to see it sitting in the dirt, undisturbed and forgotten. She lightly beat herself over the head for forgetting about it, and had an urge to apologize to the plant, before fighting it back, realizing how stupid it was to apologize to a tree. She stepped up to the tankard and carefully picked it up. Almost unconsciously, a silent “sorry,” escaped her lips. When she realized that she apologized anyways, she sighed, shaking her head, and put the sapling down right at the entrance of her tent before going inside and squeezing into her bedroll.

>>17541158
She was more tired than she had realized, and fell asleep almost immediately. In her dreams, she was wandering through a thick forest with a visibly heavy canopy above her, yet the forest was brightly lit as though the leaves were transparent. She was almost completely naked, wearing a bra made from leaves and twigs and a loincloth made of the same materials. She emerged into a large clearing, a hill, in the forest where the tree line ended. Atop this hill was a large maple tree. Her tree. Maple jogged up the hill and slowed into a walk when she was underneath its leaves. It was happy to see her again, and wondered how her waltz through the forest was. She smiled, placing a hand on the trunk. She leaned in close to the tree, placing her head against it and closing her eyes. The tree responded by softening to the consistency of water, at least to Maple’s senses. The tree still stood, tall and resolute, as she sank completely into it.

A brief moment of panic filled Maple as she tried to comprehend what was happening, but she was calmed when her tree told her not to panic. She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel everything that the maple was feeling. She felt the roots burrowing and twisting into the ground below, drawing moisture and nutrients, the leaves basking in the glorious light of the sun, drawing in energy and life. It was an invigorating and uplifting feeling, like taking a hot bath at the end of a long day and feeling the life return to your body. She felt at home, home like she hadn’t been there for ages. Her maple tree comforted her and protected her, and nothing, absolutely nothing, would be able to harm her.

Except for waking up.

>>17541163
Maple slowly blinked open her eyes to see Fijit gently shaking her awake, “your turn for watch, tree girl.”

Maple breathed in harshly and snapped wide-awake, turned to face the top of her tent. “Bad dream?” Fijit queried.

“No…” Maple responded, “just… A weird one.”

“Riiiight, well, I’m going to bed, unless you need help with your armor,” Fijit stated.

“Nah,” Maple responded, “the dragon corpse is still there, right? I doubt anything will bother with us when they see that there.”

“Your call, bark-tits,” Fijit teased, leaving the tent. She had already come up with multiple derogatory nicknames for Maple. First it was “overcompensater,” now it was “bark-tits.” Fantastic.

Maple went outside in her nightshift and holding her great sword over her shoulder, still more comfortable barefoot than with shoes. She looked around. Fijit crawling into her child-sized tent, the fireplace burning with fresh logs. She could feel their pain. She looked away from the fire and looked instead at her sapling, small and dainty, and happy to see her. A slight frown graced her lips as she walked away from the camp and towards the nearest tree, a common oak.

>>17541189
Nearby, Aerlissa breathed softly against the coat of Leah, the cougar’s body slowly rising and falling as they sleep in the enclave of a tree’s trunk. Maple looked at them briefly and then back at the oak. Slowly, she raised her hand, wooden fingers outstretched. The oak tree seemed to be inviting her, saying she was more than welcome inside. She ignored its voice and stopped her hand less than an inch from the wooden surface of the oak.

“This is stupid,” she quietly told herself before pushing her hand against the oak.

At first, nothing happened. Then her hand “connected” to the tree, adhering to it as though there was glue on the spot where she touched it. Maple went wide-eyed in shock, her lips thinned and mouth stretched, both horrified and awed at what precisely was happening. Breathing sharply through her nose and fighting back every instinct to pry her hand loose, she pushed in. Her hand sank further into the tree until half of her arm was in the trunk, threatening to emerge from the other side. Deciding enough was enough; she yanked her arm out, staring at it in disbelief and flexing her fingers, making sure they still works and were all there. So maybe the dream wasn’t so weird after all.

She turned away and briskly walked back to her tent, sitting down next to the sapling and keeping a watch out for trouble.

>>17541195
That's all for now folks. Day was surprisingly busy, all things considered, but I got a nice chunk of story done.

I liked it.

Have you considered having the rest of the party be transformed as well, willingly or unwillingly?

>>17541227
Depends on what you want to have them turn into. I haven't decided what's in the ruins yet.

>>17541257

There's a few possibilities, but it all depends on how you want the story to progress. The rest of the party also becoming various fey or sylvan creatures may be good for Maple... or you could go for contrast.

fey creatures

Why not keep most of them as they are? Changing Fijit might spoil the dynamic they have going on and Aerlissa already has the magical elf thing going on.

>>17541634

Because dryadfag could write NEW dynamics which would be just as awesome.

>>17541778
But I want to see the Fijit and Maple teasing and bar-hopping expanded on...

what about another setting

hope to read more of Maple

Turn Fijit into a pixie.

I want to focus mainly on Maple for the story, the rest of the adventuring party are just personalities to interact with. Aerlissa is the mentor who thinks Markus becoming Maple is just about the coolest thing ever. Fijit is the crazy, yet endearing best friend who, though she may poke fun at Maple, genuinely does care about her. Alec is the group's leader and straight man, the kind of guy you can always go to with a problem, and Devain is the socially awkward wizard who may or may not later on start to hit on Maple.

I'm perfectly fine keeping the party as they are, maybe once I finally have Maple get completely used to her body, I might change another party member. Fijit as a pixie just spells trouble and hilarity.

>>17543809

Hilarity and hijinks are good, though.

What if... it's voluntary?

>>17543809
good to know

can we expect more, then?

>>17543919
Of course. Not tonight though. Almost 1 AM for me and I had a long ass day.

Honestly, it has been a long. Loooooooooong time since I've done any serious writing like this. I rather like it. I forgot how fun it is to write stories sometimes. Especially when you enjoy them and you get positive feedback like this. /tg/ was the LAST place I'd expect to go to and get praise for my writing skills, no offense. But so long as I can keep my motivation up and you guys keep wanting more. I will continue to deliver.

Entire party winds up transformed, realizes they've been playing Changeling all along, not D&D.

>>17543971
There used to be loads of writefags around here. They all vanished after a while, though. Your presence is certainly appreaciated, sir.
These threads have been like a microcosm of old-/tg/, in a sense. Good and bad, but it's still a nice feeling.
Come to think of it, I have a chart from the old Write What You Roll threads. May start one, see what happens.

I'm here for a bit. Any ideas for tonight?

>>17544214
I still wanna see if that harpy TF suggestion from earlier could be done. Don't know for the life of me a good plot seed for it could be though.

>>17544271

Harpies are kind of nasty in D&D at least. Filthy and savage and ugly and all that. Hmmm.

Giving this one last bump before passing out for the night. Maple's story will continue tomorrow. Also.

>>17529941
You have no idea how much I think this would be the coolest thing ever.
Also Also.

>>17544473
Pathfinder Harpies actually aren't all that bad. Yeah, still technically nasty cannibals and whatnot, but the art for them is pretty cool.

I don't want to get banned (again), so I'm not going to post any pictures to go with, but harpies can be attractive - you just have to move away from D&D's inbuilt bias. I men, you're talking about girls that are part bird-of-prey, they don't have to look like they roll in filth like the monster manual describes; rather, they can be noble, majestic and exotic.

Take centaurs as an example. Horses are disgusting creatures. They're big, dumb and they'll drop a deuce where they stand - but, as most of /tg/ will no doubt readily attest, stick a girl's body where the head should be and they become pure sex.

>>17545472

All this talk of harpies and transformations makes me think of this. Totally SFW and related.

>>17540053
So no feathers then? (/joke)
>>17545472
Filth is more a cultural thing anyway.
>>17544141
Well, unless I miss my count, there are about...five?six? who keep coming to this running thread.

Unless I scared StrandOfKobolds off.

>>17544271
I'm not sure which suggestion you mean. Just any sort of harpy tf?

>>17545577
What the fuck did I just read

>>17549735
angry birds fanfic i think

So, do Guises of the Thespian count for this thread?

If so, what kind of Guisefic would you like to see?

anything goes

>>17545577

>filename.jpg
>Oh, it's Ian
>comic not TFabtastic

Oh my, guess not.

>>17550205

Not by ICS no, but from the same series.

>>17550165
personally I find them eh. Others like them? A few threads ago there was one about a drow priestess and a Guise.

Hai gaiz, reporting for duty and giving a quick bump. Standby for writefaggotry. Doing more of Maple's story right now.

Hip hip horray!

>>17551266

Woo!

>>17550362
Who's this ICS person?

Delicious Maple syrup...

nice, but I thought she'd look more human on the surface

>>17551266
Done. Posting story.

The night passed without incident. Maple spent the entirety of her watch doing two things. One was trying not to think about the wood burning in the fire, and the other was continuing to think about what her new body would mean for her. Never mind the fact that Maple had to deal with being a chick. But she’d be attached to a single tree for the rest of her natural life. Speaking of her natural life, how long would she live now? Would she grow and die at the same rate as her tree? Trees live for a long time, right? Would his friends grow old and die while she remained spry and young? She held up her hand in front of her face, looking it over, she still had to get used to her skin having the consistency of wood and bark, yet still be as flexible, if not more so, than her old, human hand. She curled her fingers over and over, marveling at how the wood silently stretched like rubber with each contraction and still remain as hard a bark no matter what. She wondered if she could give people splinters with just a handshake. She also wondered if you could cut off an arm and count the rings to see how old she was. With that thought, she wondered if she still bled red blood, or if she bled tree sap or even syrup instead, and if she bled syrup, could she put it on pancakes?

A few silent hours of her silly and inane wandering thoughts passed, and Aerlissa woke up and approached Maple, sitting down in front of the dryad.

>>17551702

Transformation fetishist artist

>>17551749
You thought wrong.

>>17551769
(lawl, forgot pic)

“Here to tutor me some more?” Maple asked dryly. Aerlissa shook her head.

“Do you hate me?” the druid asked.

Maple looked directly at her, pure, golden eyes meeting her bright blue ones. She hadn’t really thought about what Aerlissa did. She thought for a moment. Why would she hate the druid? She saved her life, after all, even if it cost Maple her manhood and she could talk to plants now. She shook her head.

“Of course not, Aerlissa,” the dryad said, “It’s just… A lot to take in. You know, considering my life will never be the same. I’m still getting used to the boobs.”

The elf smiled. “I was expecting a lot of possibilities when I reincarnated you, Markus… Dryad was not one of them. I’m not trying to teach you a lesson or to get you to convert to revering nature as I do. It’s just… Dryads are the sort of fey who have that sort of thing come naturally to them.”

“No kidding,” Maple snarked, “I’ll have you know that I just put half of my arm into a tree. I just really want a drink right now, Aerlissa, and I don’t even know if I have to eat anymore, considering that my hair takes in energy from the damn Sun.”

>>17551783
“You can still eat…I think. And you’ll need water, of course. Though as a Dryad, you can just turn into a tree and sap in water from the ground,” Aerlissa said, prompting Maple to roll her eyes.

“Oh, wonderful, I can turn into a tree. I can go into trees. I can make tree roots come up and grab at people. I can talk to trees. Any other tree related powers I should know about while we’re at it?” Maple asked, deadpan.

Aerlissa giggled. “Well, you’re a dryad. Tree powers are what you do best. If I recall correctly, you can also use trees as a medium of travel. Warping from one to the next. It has to be generally the same tree, though. And, of course, you can go very far from your sapling, there.”

Maple looked at the aforementioned plant and sighed, “remind me again, what happens when I do get too far from this thing?”

“You get sick,” Aerlissa answered, “really sick. Then you start to wither away much like a plant would die. It will eventually kill you the further you remain away from it.”

“Good to know,” Maple said, feeling suddenly a little sick herself.

>>17551792
“You can bond with different trees though, leaving your sapling behind and binding yourself to another tree. If you can do this with an oak tree somewhere, I know a member of my circle who can make them into treants. That way you’d be able to travel a little more easily and have your own bodyguard, I don’t know the spell myself, but one day,” Aerlissa mused.

Maple raised her eyebrows. Her tree following her around as a treant did much to curb the idea of being stuck in one place for the rest of her life eventually. Carrying the sapling around in her tankard, while it would work for now, was not something that would last forever. She’d have to eventually get a proper pot for it as it grew. She then came up with the possibility of filling one of her Handy Haversack compartments with dirt and planting her tree in that, having it come out of the top of her backpack. Silly as it would look, it would most likely be actually one of the best ways for her to move around. Though doors would become a problem.

“Anyways,” Aerlissa interrupted Maple’s thoughts, “I have watch for the rest of the night. You get some sleep. We tackle the ruins tomorrow, after all.”

Maple stood up and turned to enter her tent with a nod.

>>17551803
“Oh and uh… Maple,” Aerlissa said.

Maple stopped and turned around, listening.

“If it helps. After our adventurers are done, and if you wind up settling down somewhere with your tree, um… I’ll be glad to stay with you and watch out for you. I really never meant for this to happen, so it’s the least I could do,” she said, a little bashful at the offer.

Maple didn’t say anything for a while, then shook her head, “I think I’ll be fine Aerlissa. But um, if that’s what you want to do, then I won’t say no, and… thanks.”

Maple went into her tent, smiling, and crawled into her bedroll once more. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was touched by Aerlissa's offer. A tear of happiness rolled down her cheek as she went to sleep.

FIN.

Awwww, how sweet :3

>>17551734
You drew that?

I love you forever now.

>>17551819
you could say it's syrupy sweet

>>17551777
Could I get a... full name?

>>17544141
Most of the writefags werre driven off when the new mods went berserk (we have better ones right now) and the shitspammers were more overt and even more pointless than they are now.

>>17551856
Think he means this guy: http://kdingo.net/champ/pics/main.php

He doesn't do nearly as much TF stuff anymore. Maybe one TF pic every few months. He got scared off a bit, apparently by 4channers harassing him for extremely pornographic stuff that he wasn't comfortable with.

So y'know, watch out for that, Dryadfag. And out of curiousity: have you ever written anything along these lines before?

Great work, Dryadfag.

I'm also of the school that thinks some more transformations for Maple's party would be fun and stimulating. Maybe introduce it slowly one by one.

I love what's been written so far and hope to read more.

I have to disagree with adding more transformations. It's Maple's story. More transformations will make it lose focus, drag on, and likely burn out Dryadfag.

>>17551934
>have you ever written anything along these lines before?

The only real TF story I can think of having written off the top of my head was a play-by-post RP in a forum I go to. It's been dead forever. But the basic premise was "What would happen if 5 Teenagers in New York City suddenly became dragons."

The only TF was, of course, the initial transformation into the dragons, and I just played one of the teenagers. But that's the only real transformation story I've written, really.

>>17551832
Actually that is the dryad from CF's Bok the Neutral if I recall correctly.

>>17552151
Oh.

Aw.

This reminds me of the cat rogue.

In the best possible way.

>>17552270
Yep. One google search later and I'm reading the comics.

>>17552307
And Dryadfag was never heard from again by the denizens of /tg/.

Wissil is basically my exact mental image of how Maple looks.

I've always wanted to play a caster of some kind who specialized in transformational polymorph spells as a means of non-violent conflict resolution. Instead of killing the BBEG, transform them into a more harmless form and rob them of their power, or something.

Perhaps run it like some kind of super narrow prestige class that can adjust duration and complexity of a polymorph spell to make it last longer or even indefinitely. Minor changes like hair color, removing a scar or birthmark, or adding or subtracting a few inches in height would be easy, changing gender and species (as long as they are fairly similar in build) would be more difficult, and a complete change (say, human to dragon) would be the most difficult.

And just to balance it out, by specializing, a polymorph mage would take penalties with all magic that falls outside his few select domains gets a penalty to cast or something.

>>17552900

Magical cosmetic surgery is a good plot/campaign hook.

>>17552900
Oh wow, someone continued this.

>>17552836
Same here, completely wooden skin, pointy ears. Etc. But Maple has pure golden eyes with black slits and her skin is colored more like an actual maple tree, as pictured, with a more milky colored bark and lighter green leaves, as opposed to oaks with pure brown bark and darker leaves.

She's based, more or less, on the way the 3.5 Dryads look, rather than Pathfinder, even though I'm writing the story based on Pathfinder (as it's set in Golarion).

>>17553049
That continuation was made long ago, back around the time of the initial "my friend erik showed up at our session and is now a girl" thread.

>>17553134
I'm afraid to ask

>>17553145
This was back when I regularily went to /tg/, the thread was like... 3 years ago maybe? Basically, these guys were playing a campaign, his friend Erik was depressed and stuff, then eventually stopped coming.

Then suddenly he comes back in the last session, except now he's a girl. And the OP was feeling attracted to him, because apparently he was cute as fuck. So he asked for help (/tg/ always used to be trap/transgender friendly), and eventually /tg/ told him to ask Erik out.

Last I heard they were in a serious relationship and it was going well, we got updates every few transgender threads.

>>17553145
Apparently, some guy came to /tg/ with a story that went like:
>Okay, so a guy I know left the country for a while and after over a year, he returned, except he is now a girl (sexual reassignment surgery)
>and apparently he wasn't sure how to feel because he was attracted to his old friend now.
>wat do?

And /tg/ told him to go for it. And he did. And they were living together happily.. Or so the legend goes.

Well, since this thread is about transformations, anyway...

Could you be attracted to a roleplaying buddy who shows up to your weekly session after having been magically gender-bent? Bearing in mind that she's still, intellectually, the same person you knew from the week before.

For the sake of argument, let's say that she's a reasonably attractive young woman and not the hideous, transgender equivalent of a neckbeard. I mean, let's be honest, have you seen Chaz Bono? Can you imagine what that must of looked like as a woman, to make such a mirror-shatteringly ugly man?

>>17553198

Why not?

>>17553198
I don't think I'd be attracted to any of my roleplay buddies if they got 63'd. our brains really like eachother, so I guess if part of the transformation was that they'd appeal to me specifically, be someone I considered physically attractive in every aspect, then it's a possibility.

Women are a mystery to me, so I think I'd like to be able to get with a girl that thinks like a guy.

But, if she thinks like a guy, wouldn't she be a lesbian?

>>17553198
We're getting into some weird philosophical territory with this question...

Many people will say they love their friends, but for many people it's not just their gender that is holding them back from expressing a physical sort of love.. But if we introduce biology and pheromones and physical attraction into the mix, it's really not that hard to take those couple extra steps towards lust and love.

Likewise, for the friend.. Well, they'd be the same person, but I imagine all that grey matter containing their intellect might start noticing things it didn't before.. But that's a really tough idea to sell. Who's to really say if sexuality is 100% a matter of pheromones and biological urges?

>>17553198

Pansexual here, I'm cool with it either with or without transformation.

>>17553313
I don't know, I have a couple of female friends who, while I can appreciate that they are objectively attractive, I never have the hots for.
Mind you I knew both of them from very early childhood, so that could have an effect.

>>17553358
You're also a furry, so you don't really count.

>>17553198
One of exes was precisely my gaming buddy that decided to transition. It didn't exactly work out but for other reasons, so it's safe to assume I'd have no problem with your scenario.

Any requests today? Still mulling over how to do the harpy one from earlier.

>>17553380
>Mind you I knew both of them from very early childhood, so that could have an effect.
Actually, it would. It's called the "westermark effect" (may have misspelled that). If you grow up with someone for the first 6 years of your life or thereabouts, its very difficult to think of them as anything but like brother/sister/nonromantically.

Myself, I don't know if I could date my friends if they suddenly turned into a cute girl. I'm bisexual, so the gender thing doesn't matter, but... the personalities probably wouldn't work. Would be good to have some friends with benefits though.

>>17553281
>But, if she thinks like a guy, wouldn't she be a lesbian?
depends on the person in question

the question really is; how much is their mentality going to be affected by the changes in their physical makeup? New hormone levels means it's an entirely different ball game

there's no way to tell until after the fact, since most people will react differently from each other

>>17553412
How do you feel about kobolds?

>>17554005

Ambivalent. Why?

Hey guys. I have a little extra time, might get started on more Maple. Not sure yet.

On a very fundamental level, there are physiological and chemical differences between male and female brains. If you assume that the subject is completely transformed, their brain is changed along with the rest of them and even if they've lived all their life as one gender, they'll begin to think like the other because that's the hardware that they've got.

You may be able to better relate to your new girl by virtue of shared experience, but ultimately she is female and she will process information the same way as a female.

>>17555508
You will never be transformed into a sexy nerd girl.

>>17555825
At least not until the drugs I spiked his coffee with take hold.

>>17555852
This is my fetish.

>>17555879
Mine too.
I don't even drink coffee, but I would to fulfill this scenario.

...And now this is officially a fetish thread.

>>17555825
nerd girls will never become crotchety old nerd men

it's a fair trade off, I think.

>"Back when I was your age, I was killing Balors in the Outer Planes with just my bare hands! Uphill! Both ways!"

>>17555906
my fetish is non-sexual transformations

>>17555975
>nonsexual transformations
Do you mean transformations into genderless forms or transformations that don't end in fucking?

>>17555879
This is my fetish.

>>17556010
This is my fetish.

>>17555985
Maybe transformations that aren't all, "oh god I'm turning into a donkey better whip my dick out!"

>>17556120
I get you, bro. There's a whole lot shit that could be going on with any given transformation scenario and I loathe it when it rushes straight into the sexual aspects. Then again, I'm the kind of guy who likes plot in my porn, so there's that.

>>17556095
... My fetish is studying other people's fetishes/sexuality.

>Oh, yeah, baby, I love your ability to list several methods for classifying paraphilias!
>Mmmm, your Kinsey scale makes me so hard!

>>17555879
>>17556010
>>17556095
Would you all quit it?
This is MY fetish and I'm not sharing it with any of you perverts!

>>17556154
... That right there is MY fetish.

>>17556154
My precious!

facepalm.tiff

So, I'm the guy that commissioned Naga to do a bunch of these 40k transformations. I think I get sort of a pseudosexual thrill out of it, but for me, transformations aren't about sex; it's about power.

The two concepts are actually pretty closely related (just ask any B&D fetishist), but not necessarily in the way that you might think. It's not just about exercising power over somebody (and what could be more powerful than having the ability to change their form so completely?) but about the empowerment that comes from being transformed into something monstrous. Blame werewolf movies, I guess.

40k transformations, you say?

>but about the empowerment that comes from being transformed into something monstrous.

I like how you phrased it. It's the same reason I read those corruption doujins on /d/

>>17556174
I don't know whether to be pissed off or thankful.

But >whyboner.jpeg
definitely is appropriate regardless of what else is.

>>17556174
Transformation is not my fetish but I've come to understand the mentality behind it.

Now if only I could figure out vore.

Corruption has never really done anything for me, but I think that's because it's always paired up with other baggage. It's handled in an ugly way, or it accompanies some unpleasant personality traits.

A good example, I think, is Samus Aran. She seems to be cited pretty frequently as a more mainstream example of corruption fetish, with the whole phazon poisoning plot device, but notwithstanding idealized examples like this one, I seem to recall it actually looking pretty sickly. I mean, veininess isn't exactly what I would call an attractive feature.

>>17556387
There's no figuring vore out. It's just plain weird.

>>17556368
You're welcome?

>>17556408
look, it's simple
hard vore is probably for the gore value
soft vore is for getting inside someone same as unbirth

>>17556387
I'll tell you man, I'm into vore and I have no fucking idea how it works.

It's just hot as fuck.

I mostly just do whatever feels good. If that means jerking it to a girl being dissolved in the belly of a snake, whatever, who am I to argue?

>>17556462
>>17556449
And you never wonder why it feels good?

I hope Dryadfag comes back.

Always does. Two to autosage.

How should a harpy tf go, anyway?

ohey 4chan's back up.

Yeah the site crashing last night sort of killed any motivation I had to to Maple last night. We're getting close to autosage. I'll start a new topic with a story if someone doesn't beat me to it.

new thread
>>17557950