This is meant to be a light, silly, and almost childish mod about a player character (preferably a young woman) who was raised by a prismatic dragon. One morning her mother the dragon calls her and asks her to fetch some candy for her at the local store.
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These are the memoirs of [character name], a young [race] lad/lass who was thrusted into the world of dragons after being adopted by one of the prismatic variety.
In this chapter [name, we�re gonna use Amiwyn Pendragon] is sent to fetch his/her mother some candy. A simple task, but then nothing can ever truly be simple for one with an adventurer's luck.
(Journal Entry) You know, I am probably one of the strangest products to ever come of a plague. Even though my entire family was rather forcibly removed from their lives, luck and good blessings seem to follow me wherever my dainty feet may tread. Shortly after my loss I thought that perhaps I should take to a life of thieving in order to feed and clothe myself. My first mark was that of a rather brightly dressed halfling who, as I would learn later, just happened to be a prismatic dragon that had sporadically decided it was much too lovely of a day to spend it in her cave with a bunch of smelly kobolds. Not being a chromatic dragon, I suppose, tends to make one very good natured and it seemed that my attempt at petty theft amused her enough to wish to speak with me. Now I was a chatty child and it didn't take much for her to prod out of me my entire life story, or what I had acquired of one in my last seven years or so, which in retrospect was probably a bit more than any normal girl my age. Well, she took a liking to me and decided that I would make a rather fine pet. Like most rich old women she taught me to perform, put me in cute clothes to show off to her friends, and soon started to think of me as a rather weak, fleshy, wyrmling. I don't mind, really. I get pampered, I'm never left wanting, and all she asks in return is that I perform simple tasks for her undying affection. If only those simple tasks were ever as simple as they should be. Like just today mom called me to her little part of the cave�
(Description on little animal companion that the PC can have join them) This is obviously not THE Bahamut; mom just likes to name her pets after ironic political icons.
(Things would be done in a storybook perspective, with quotations and narration. It�s done in a first person perspective so the narration can have personality. It also allows for more gender neutrality.)
"Amiwyn!" Morovia calls me over expectantly. I know this can only mean one thing. "Ami, will you be a dear sweet little fairy dragon and do me a favor, hmmmm?"
"Sure thing, mom." I smile.
"Oh wonderful!" Morovia squeals and clacks her shimmery pink claws together. "I seem to have run out of candies. Could you go to the store and pick up some more?"
"What? That's it? No epic quest for some magical item or scheme for vengeance against another dragon?"
"Well do you want to quest for some magic item?"
"Well, yeah."
"Ah, okay." Morovia sits up taller and deepens her voice. "Adventurer!" She booms. "I have a quest for thee. Goest thou to thine store and purchasest me thine candies. Thou wilst be rewarded handsomely for thouest effortestnessistsee." She lowers her head and her sweet breath huffs near my nostrils. "How's that?"
"It's fine, mom." I sigh.
"Yay!" Morovia springs upright again. "You know I always fancied myself an actress."
(PC would then leave the cave, which is filled with shiny and spiffily dressed kobold minions. One of which would set her up with a way to teleport back to that part if the cave, much like a stone of recall from NWN1. She would then proceed outside. In the woods she would encounter Autumn, a dryad.)
"Ami!" Autumn calls out to me and I feel as if a soft breeze is pushing me towards her. "There you are!" She laughs as she runs up to me. "You won't believe what I've found!"
"What is it, Autumn?" I ask with a polite expectancy. Least I'm pretty sure it was polite. I never was all that good at that sort of thing.
"Well, I woke up this morning and my tree was covered in glitter!" The dryad chittered excitedly. "I climbed to the top when low and behold I saw that the branches were just filled with fairy dragons."
"Fairy dragons?"
"Yes! Apparently they were quite fond of the nectar the flowers on the top of my tree make."
"Apparently."
"And guess what else! They weren't just regular fairy dragons!"
"Oh no?"
"No! They were special fairy dragons!"
"No kidding."
"I'm not!" She squealed and the entire forest seemed to squeal with her. "These faerie dragons can bring back the dead!"
My mock interest suddenly turned into the real thing.
"What? Really?"
"Yes! Really! Anyway, I thought to myself. I'll bet Ami could use a faerie dragon that can bring back the dead."
"I could!"
"So I asked one of them if they would lend you their services!"
"And?"
"They said no."
"Well then where is this story going?"
"I did get a few to agree to help if they could have more nectar."
"So did you give it to them?"
"No!" She grabs my by the shoulders excitedly.
"What?! Why not?!"
"Well what good would it do you when it isn't summer anymore?"
"Well none, I suppose."
"That's what I thought! So I bottled a ton of nectar!"
She waited for my response as I waited for her to continue. This took a little while. Then finally she spoke again.
"I figured that you could carry some around and when you die you can break the bottle and the faerie dragon would come bring you back!"
"If I'm dead then how am I supposed to break the bottle?"
"Oh. I hadn't thought of that...um...I guess just try to land on it."
"Swell..."
(With this done the PC would then proceed to the nearest town. I had plans on her encountering the minion of the local shadow dragon who has it out for Morovia and is thus tasked with killing the PC. The minion is meant to be the romantic interest of the PC and will either be male or set to be the opposite gender of the PC. Whatever the case the minion ends up stealing the candy and the PC is supposed to go on many glittery and fluffy adventures to either get it back or find more as that was the very last shipment of Morovia�s favorite to that particular town and all the others she travels to gives her the same story. Eventually she ends up at the gnomish village that makes the candy to find out that the shipments stopped because the shadow dragon is terrorizing them and keeping them from making more. The last violent encounter with the minion (remember, love interest, that�d be littered into this story too) would then happen and she would try to get him to give the candy back, but he would admit to have tossing the candy into a lake shortly after stealing it. He would either admit this apologetically or cackling with his dying breath depending on if the PC decides to just kill him. After that the PC defeats the dragon through either force or diplomacy and the gnomes make her the candy. She takes it home and we get an 8-bit style game ending.)
"Do you have my candies?" Morovia wonders with a sparkle in her eye.
"Yes, here it is." I smile and hold out the gossamer candies.
"My candies!" Morovia squeals. "Oh thank you thank you thank you thank yooouuu!" She snaps the sugary treats out of my hand with her tongue and eats them all in one bite.
"Mmmm candies." Morovia mrrrs. "Ooooh, I think I ate them too fast."
10 - A Masterpiece, Genuinely Groundbreaking 9 - Outstanding, a Must Have 8 - Excellent, Recommended to Anyone 7 - Very Good, Deserves a Look 6 - Good, Qualified Recommendation 5 - Fair, Solid yet Unremarkable 4 - Some Merit, Requires Improvements 3 - Poor Execution, Potential Unrealized 2 - Very Little Appeal 1 - Not Recommended to Anyone
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