of course, i'll /r/ a pdf of this book.

>>2744298
It are paperback and I don't really have any experience with doing that sort of thing. I'd actually like to keep the book intact if possible, as I'm very prone to losing stuff if it's not all together.

Yes, yes, I know, "But, you'll have a pdf of it, why do you care?"

I just do. Sorry.

I think having the familiar continue on in the sammer manner as the master would be great. A weasel whose master had a penchant for throat slitting might do the same. Or a raven who had a kind master might protect travelers or something. It's a neat idea!

this reminds me of the crying frog.

I'm gonna post the ones in the book now. All names, etc have been left the same, so if it seems corny, blame the writers.

Ashpaws, a cat(hp 16, Int 10) lost his mistress, a sorceress named Fadala, when she went into labor just over nine years ago. The child survived and, somehow, Fadala's frantic need to protect her baby, a girl named Darlise, left Ashpaws with his faculties intact and one final mission. After her mother's estate was looted by greedy relatives, who abandoned her at a foundling house, Darlise grew up without anyone she considered family. As soon as she learned to fend for herself, Darlise fled the orphanage and the cruel caretakers that treated the children like slaves, preferring a life on her own to their harsh treatment.

Despite the harsh reality of the orphanage and life as a street urchin, Darlise has, so far, managed to cling to a basic sense of humanity, though she must steal in order to survive.Ashpaws, almost completely white, with merely a band of dusky charcoal around each of his feet, desperately wants to find a way for her to escape the life of misery and poverty that seems her destiny. His intellect, ability to speak to other cats and font of hit points has made him the undisputed king of the city's alley cats. On one occasion he even managed to rouse up a "swarm" of cats to help Darlise when she got in over her head.

Ashpaws does not know how long he can keep protecting Darlise, but he is ready to die if necessary. While he is only able to speak to other cats, he would welcome any attempts at communication, whether by a druid, another cat familiar or something even more unusual. He knows that Darlise's aunts and uncles cheated her out of her inheritance and suspects that she might one day develop her mother's magical gifts, giving him two possible approaches if he manages to make contact with an adventuring band.

>>2744372
Crying frog?

Crawdin, a raven with more than a little crow(26 hp, Int 13), lost his mistress, a powerful mizard named Valerine, a notorious mischief maker, when she was executed for treason. Her attempts to spark a civil war, the final straw in a lifetime of malicious service to anarchy and bedlam, finally proved too much even for those who admired her undisputed genius for magic. Unknown to her accusers, however, Valerine had prepared for just such an eventuality, causing her to laugh even as the flames consumed her. The lords of entropy who oversee chaos throughout the multiverse, stretched out their hand and allowed Crawdin to keep his mind and abilities intact.He knows that if he can manage to sow enough turmoil on his own, his mistress will get a second chance to walk the earth.

Like any raven familiar, Crawdin can speak one language, in his case Common, but he also enjoys a talent for mimicry, allowing him to imitate any voice he hears with virtual perfection. He usually prefers to act as a normal bird, keeping his keen wits and ability to converse a secret, simply uttering a few amusing words to entertain anyone he meets. Crawdin even permits his new "owner" to put him in a cage, though most locks prove absurdly simple for him to spring when the time comes to move on.

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Once inside a household, Crawdin bides his time, studying the situation, looking for weak points and secrets. When he finds his a target, someone with a jealous and greedy heart, he lays the groundwork for tragedy.

Working at night, while everyone sleeps, Crawdin plants evidence for his dupe to find. When he deems his victim primed, Crawdin the uses the masterstroke, imitating the voice of someone else in the household, acting like a dumb animal simply repeating an overheard conversation. An unfaithful wife, a son scheming to kill his father, a brother plotting to take control of the family business, so far Crawdin has instigated four murders and with each one he gets a little bit closer to returning his mistress to the mortal realm.

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>>2744633
That's pretty damn awesome.

Essphus, a snake(hp 44, Int 12), parted ways with her master, an accomplished necromancer named Myrgallin, when he attempted to become a lich, callously intending for her to die or lose her sentience in the process. Somehow, the magic that bound the two together interfered with the ritual, trapping Myrgallin in a halfway stage between mortality and undeath. Essphus, realizing the betrayal, fled for her life, but now must hide from the minions of her former master, intent upon killing her and freeing and freeing him from his feeble state.

While Myrgallin languishes, Essphus has learned to tap into a tiny bit of her former master's power, allowing her to cast command undead twice per day. Despite her inability to speak, she still manages to convey her orders to any undead that fall under her control, favoring unintelligent undead since they get no save to resist the spell. Essphus is as evil and calculating as her former master, feeling the same need to dominate and control others. She is perfectly willing to play the helpless victim, however, particularly if she can find a party of "heroes" willing to use her inside knowledge to dispose of Myrgallin for her. How much, if any power she would gain upon his final death is up to the GM.

Seriously, no one has anything to add to this thread other than waiting for me to post the next one? There's only five. If you've been counting, I've posted three. Is anyone going to think up some new ones, or what?

I'm still going to post the other two, but, seriously, I started the thread so people could continue with the theme.

Loredrip, a toad(hp 13, Int 11), lost his master, a wizard named Granger, when barbarian raiders put his library to the torch. Granger died, consumed along with his beloved books, but his desire to preserve knowledge cascaded through Loredrip like thunderbolts. The entire contents of Granger's library, thousands of books, somehow merged with Loredrip transforming him into a living embodiment of his master's lifework. Though Loredrip lacks the means to access this information himself, anyone who comes in contact with the magical perspiration oozing from the orange and green ridges along his back experiences a brief, but intense hallucination. These hallucinations always convey some tiny portion of the information once contained in Granger's library. Frequently, those wrestling with a particular problem find that this hallucination offers some special insight or helpful fact. Loredrip, desperate to preserve and pass on the wisdom that was his master's legacy, sometimes consciously chooses to "infect" people by rubbing against doorknobs, drinking mugs and similar objects in hopes that someone will gain a vision when touching them.

Last one.

Whispergloom, a bat(9 hp, Int 8), lost her master, a journeyman wizard named Trylanis, when he and his entire party fell at the hands of a drow ambush while exploring far beneath the surface. Prior to setting off on the expedition, Trylanis created a magic item tailored specifically to Whispergloom; a bat-sized collar that allowed its wearer to create a daylight effect once per day. Taken by surprise, Whispergloom watched her master and his friends die one by one, leaving the guilt-plagued creature to seek refuge amongst the thousands of normal bats that swarm the vast cavern complex where her master met his end.

Whispergloom patrols the caverns daily, seeking surface dwellers that could benefit from a surprise explosion of light when facing drow, particularly if they appear threatened by another ambush. So far, three drow war bands have fallen with her assistance, prompting both the drow and the adventuring bands she helped to spread rumors of the strange "ghost" haunting the caverns. Whispergloom takes a trophy off of each drow slain, something small, like a house pin or insignia badge, and places it in a nearby crevice she treats as a shrine to her dead master. Since she lacks the ability to speak, Whispergloom has no interest in interacting with those she helps, though a druid or similar character might discover a way to learn her story and help her come to terms with her loss.

Thinking on this, it might be somewhat interesting to do a campaign where everyone plays as a left behind familiar that kept their abilities. Maybe they keep gaining abilities as they level up...

Anyone care to think up a class for familiars without masters where they gain familiar abilities that don't rely on their masters?

>>2745161

Lick the toad.
Get smart.
WISDOM.

in before sad frog

>>2744481
newfags wont get this, I mean, there's a pic of a frog familiar liying on his masters chest as he bleeds profusely. someone made a mini story about the scene from the frog's perspective, wondering why his master was so cold, why did he chose to sleep in the middle of combat, urging his master to wake up, that the goblins were approaching, etc. was very sweet but also too short to remember right.

>>2745586

There were two stories written.

>>2745586

Reminds me somewhat of the comic of the fallen space marine and his bolter.

>>2745586
I hate being relatively new and not being around for a board's beginning. You miss all the cool stuff that way.

>>2745559
Something like that, yes. Also, hallucinogenic smart sweat.

>>2745586
Was this ever saved?

For that matter, am I the only one contemplating archiving this? Particularly if a few additional ideas are proffered?

>>2745724

yes they were. I'm rereading them at the moment.

squigs

>>2745724
I really want someone to post new ideas. I found the few they gave either awesome or touching on a fundamental level. Almost cute even if they didn't involve death.

>>2745736
You could, you know... link us. Or post them. Instead of just saying "I know where to read them!"

>>2745820

The frog had been sitting there for hours now, its small amphibian mind not quite able to grasp what had occurred.

It was getting colder. He would need shelter soon.

Where is master? Whenever it gets cold, he puts me in his warm robes. Sometimes there are treats.

The frog tilted its head, and suddenly remembered, its short memory jogged by the sight it beheld below him.

it was master. He looked as if he was sleeping, but something was wrong.

Master was always warm... His flesh pink and flush. This mockery was cold and pale. There is something strange near his hand, something made of wood, with a bird's feathers at the top.

The frog knows of birds. Had the foul beasts done something to his beloved master? The frog nudges his master with his head, attempting to ellicit a response from him. His weak nudging does nothing however, and the frog cannot quite grasp why he won't wake up.

It's getting cold, he thinks. Where is master? He usually takes me into his warm robes when it gets cold...

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With a startled yell and a jerk the mage had fallen to the ground, barely conscious as he feebly reached for the orcish arrow sticking out of his chest before passing on with a sigh. "Come on master, you've taken worse than this before. Let's show that orc who's boss." said Heck in the croaking speech only toads and his master could understand. There was no response, his master still and silent as the stone floor he was laying upon. "Master, what's wrong? Master, wake up!" said heck as he hopped across his master's chest to look at his master's face. His still very child like sentience was only vaguely able to grasp the significance of what had just happened. The sounds of metal boots on the stone floor meant that the orc was on his way to claim his trophy, likely planning to show the body to the other foul beasts of his tribe. Desperate, the little toad hopped down from his master's chest, and started nudging against the side of his master's face with all his strength, trying to jostle him awake. "Please master, wake up! Don't leave me alone! I don't know what to do. That orc is coming and I don't want him to take you away. Please wake up!" cried Heck without any success. The sudden silence of the orc's boots meant that he was overtop the dwarf's body now. Heck, magical or not was still just a toad, and completely unable to further help his master did the only thing the little toad could: he hopped away to safety, hiding in a crevice of stone wall. Soon the orc set to his grizzly work, cutting the dwarf's beard off and securing it to his belt before looting every valuable he could find on the corpse and then hauling the bloody corpse over his shoulder to take back to his encampment. Sensing the intelligence granted by the arcane bond slipping away rapidly Heck cried for the last time.

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>>2745832
Thank you. Manly tears were shed.

>>2745850

GODDAMN SPIDERS

>>2745850
Oh, you know you only cried because the dwarf's beard was cut.

>>2745860
...so?

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>>2745860
No. The only way to take a dwarf's head as a trophy is to make sure the beard isn't cut. You also need to collect the hairs as they fall out of the rotting flesh and use them to tie the jaw back in place after it starts to fall off as well. Then and only then do you have a proper dwarf skull trophy.

>>2745941

It was an orc. Were you expecting orcs to do it right?

I waited for you, Fry...

Temora was so proud of her Master. Ever since he had bonded her when she was just a kitten years ago she had always looked up to him. He was so kind to her. He always fed her the best food; roast duck, dormice, fresh caught fish. He let her sleep next to him in his bed every night. He had her with him constantly as he attended the Pharaoh's court. When she was tired he carried her on his shoulder. He introduced her to all the other wizards around the imperial palace and took her took the great libraries where she spent days running through the stacks, reading for days on end.
She knew that long before her Master had bonded her he had been one of the most accomplished battle-casters in the previous Pharaoh's army and had led armies into battle. He was so brave - the other wizards spoke of how he would charge out in his chariot, right behind the slave foot soldiers and his group of retainers could never keep up as he threw fire and lightning at the Pharaoh's enemies! Master always brushed it off as nothing, but Temora beamed with pride.
Master had told her about how he had taken her as his partner when his previous feline familiar Uena had been killed by a Jonuvian arrow. She knew that he had grieved for three years after Uena's passing and Master's best friend had told her that he had actually broken off his engagement with the daughter of the head priest of the Imperial Temple because he was so devastated by his loss of his closest companion and did not think he would ever be able to be close to someone again. Apparently he had begged the Pharaoh for a leave of absence and had become a wanderer for two years.

>>2746288
That was where she came in. Master had told her that he had found her one day as he wandered in a town in what was once the Jonuvian tribal territories where Uena had died. He told her that he had found a cat, dead in an alley with a single tiny kitten pressed helplessly against her cooling body. Master had told her that he felt some special connection between her and Uena and had decided to nurse her. Eventually, they had grown so attached that he had broken down and bonded her.
As soon as she was told about Master's broken engagement she had understood who the nice lady with treats that came and visited weekly was, and she understood why Master was always so kind but somewhat distant form her. Temora had made it her mission to rekindle their romance and last month Master had taken the nice lady hunting. She was so happy for him!

>>2746298
And now Master had been chosen to serve the Pharaoh in his Immortal Guard! What a great honor it was that Master would serve not only two Pharaohs, but thousands! The ceremonial priests stood ready to carry out the initiation ceremony. They had the most beautiful pendant for Master. She had seen the inscription on it: "Fleeting Night, Eternal Life; Immortal Intelligence, Unending Service." What a dramatic motto! So many other ritual items she did not understand: strong perfumes, rolls of linen, animal-headed jars. She could not wait to see what was in those.
What Temora could not understand was why the wonderful lady, the kind lady that loved her Master was crying. She was sobbing uncontrollably while people tried to comfort her. Was she jealous? This was a great honor for master. Maybe she was very happy.
Maybe it had to do with what Master had said that morning?
"I love you Temora. You have made these last few years so fulfilling. Please be a good girl from now on."
She had said not to sound so depressed! He was receiving such a great honor, and she would still be here, she was not going anywhere!
"I know Temora. I just wish that we could have had more time together, more time for you to remember."
Now Master was passing by. She jumped up on her hind paws, mewing happily. Master smiled in an odd way at her, and at his ex-fiance. Then he climbed up on the alter surrounded by priests and lay down, crossing his arms over his chest.

>>2746317
What are you doing with that knife? Don't get any close to him! No, please! Why are you hurting my Master? What are you doing to him? Oh Master! Master...I feel so strange...Master... I want to stay with YOU Master...What is happening to me...Master...I want to talk to you, to play with you, to REMEMBER you...Master...

>>2745423
This one choked me up. I hate you 4chan. Stop making me feel feelings.

>>2746354
No.

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Manly tears shed.

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BAWWWWing like the little girl I want to be.

Stupid master.
I'm glad you're dead!
heheheheheheheHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!

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I cried like a bitch.

Good job, Anon.

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>>2746370
thanks. my first writefag EVAR

>>2746467

;-;

Please tell me we can have more.

;_;

That's sadder than Nana's Everyday Life.

>>2748381
No. No its not.

>>2748400
Well maybe not. But close enough.

This thread is made of Daaawww and Baaawww.

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I lol'd. Cat got owned.

>>2748316
Only if this shameless bump works and someone is feeling creative.

So, nobody is interested in making more? I might do one later, but it'll be a bit weird.

Shamless bump

different shameless bump

Yet another shameless bump.

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