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Donnerwunsch
The Great Black Stag of the Southern Forests, Donnerwunsch has drunken deeply of the rivers of the Desert of Divine Despair.
Quest entry
Quest entry
Quest - One of a Kind
This quest is Unique Lifeforms, jadies and lentilmen. I'm sure somewhere, in some world, you've got a creature that is the only one of it's kind. It's freak convention time! You'll get ten extra shiny XP for submitting, … Open the quest
Full quest brief
This quest is Unique Lifeforms, jadies and lentilmen. I'm sure somewhere, in some world, you've got a creature that is the only one of it's kind. It's freak convention time! You'll get ten extra shiny XP for submitting, plus a shot at the coveted Strolen Medal of Honor.
History
It was Time. He could smell the female scent on the air, and he snorted at it, despite his age. He had driven off the young bucks this year, through size and cunning, and all the shes here were his. All he had to do was take them. And so, he chased the scent to them.
... This was not right. There was the smell, but no she! And with a hissing sound, something struck his flank, and bellowing in pain and terror, he fled, as fast as his body would carry him, his instincts caring which way he went, only knowing to flee. And he did, past the edge of the forest, and into the place that reeked of blood, unable to smell it for the hot stench of his own. And in short order, he stumbled, and he fell, rolling down the banks into a shallow river, his head mercifully landing above the water, and he slept, too tired to move.
And when he awoke, he drank deeply of the water about him, and again, slept. It was several risings and fallings of the sun later that he staggered to his feet once more, driven by a hunger he knew he could not sate out here. A hunger for food, and a hunger for females. And he strode towards the forest, his six feet thundered in perfect harmony, and his great horns lit the way, despite the dark of the night.
Full Description
Standing a full seven feet at the shoulder, Donnerwunsch is, or was, an enormous and muscular stag. His pelt is the dark black of a storm-riddled night, streaked by marks of crimson, the brilliant red of fresh blood. His six hooves never actually bring his legs into contact with the ground, each step reverberating with the roll of thunder as he treads with toes of solid sound. His horns are crafted of lightning, sparking and crackling as St Elmo's fire climbs between them.
Additional Information
Donnerwunsch, despite his size, strength, and excess legs is still, in mind and instinct, a common deer. He is more or less entirely unsuitable as a mount, except for perhaps some very few druids or ranger types. He will fight and flee like one as well.
What is truely special about him, however, is the aura that the blood of the God of Desire has infused him with. All creatures capable of feeling lust or the mating urge that come within several hundred feet of him have that emotion or instinct kindled to its fullest - The desire to rut is overwhelming, enough to give pause even to hardened soldiers, doubly so if appropriately gendered members of the opposite sex are present. The affected have been known to fight each other over choice of mate. As his legend grows, there have been some small villages that have erected shrines to him as a fertility deity!
Possible Hooks
Why is everyone so ... randy? Donnerwunsch has made his haunt near a town that the PCs are staying in. Can they survive each other, and possibly random dwarven(troll, ogre, whatever) suitors as they seek the cause?
Seeking to save his dying race, an elder of an ancient race (Elves, etc) has heard the legends of Donnerwunsche. He hires the PCs to capture the beast to inspire his fellows to new feats. Alternatively, the richest house-of-illsrepute in the capital is looking for a new mascot.
A crafter seeks the stag's horns, hooves, or anatomical ahem for a project. The PCs must obtain.
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Extra plot hook-The PC's have to stop game hunters from killing Donnerwunsch. 5/5
Sublime!
I love the concept. A mundane animal, infected with some great taint, making it a creature of the macabre. The bit about Donnerwunsch being worshipped as a fertility god is great. So is the booty-call raunch the creature generates. I love this piece because it gets my mind swirling with ideas.
Nice work Siren! Gives a whole new meaning to 'stag party'.
What if there was a bizarro-santa-claus, who sweeps in on his magical sled, driven by Donnerwunsch & co. Instead of presents for all the good kiddies, he would...ummm...never mind.
That thought also came to my mind. I don't want to think about it in public, thank you very much.
What they all said. A very entertaining mutation, I must say. Had to laugh on this one, but can well see it being used in a game.
Good work!
The intro story was good, I liked it. The basic concept is good as well, especially the fact that despite the newfound powers it has, it is still a beast in its mind.
MMMrrrrmmm... Would this thing affect Zues? And if so would Zeus find some random barwench/bellboy or would he turn a passing tree into aforemention barwench/bellboy?
Hot damn.
Randy, baby. Yeaaaah.
It gives me an image of Druidic rituals of fertility and rebirth: In the depths of the forest, the followers of the ancient traditions gather to celebrate the Rites of Spring. Then, at the ritual's crescendo, a creature appears, called from the depths of the wood...
And the wild rite sweeps away their resistance, their rules, everything but the burning need that fills them.
Well, this is different :) . Wulfs comment is very good....