GamesGenre: HumorMore Like This
Fandom: Forgotten Realms (Do’Urden series)
Warnings: Shenanigans, a mild sprinkling of gay.
Parings: Jarlaxle/Zaknafein (AKA: Jarlaxle/his own ego; Zaknafein/Jarlaxle's ridiculousness.)
Word count: 1,975
Summary: Jarlaxle challenges a pair of priestesses to a game of chance.
He wakes abruptly; a large, warm weight pressing against his back. He can feel the folds of his shirt, hiked up from a fitful slumber, digging into the skin of his chest and side. When he tries to move, the weight on top of him makes a grumbled, sleepy noise.
“Jarlaxle,” Zaknafein growls, voice muffled by his pillow, “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping,” replies the sleepy voice, shifting to a more comfortable position.
Zaknafein twists and turns for several moments, both trying to get his arms under him and displaced the young drow that has decided to make a pillow of his back. He is successful after a tim
Of Madness and MenOf Madness and MenMore Like This
By Ariel D and Kgemeni
Description: Slapstick and situational humor. Jarlaxle magically loses . . . his hand! Now Entreri is stuck with the oddest retrieval task of all. WARNING: Sickeningly cutesy humor. You can skip chocolate for a week after reading this.
Disclaimer: These two mercenaries belong to R.A. Salvatore and Wizards of the Coast. It is not my intention to trample any copyrights. No profit is being made, which proves there is justice in this universe. But the lawyers arent the source of it.
Jarlaxle glanced around the crumbling brownstone temple, and Entreri could almost hear the mercenarys calculating thoughts: Are those statues solid gold? Does that door lead to a treasure room? Is there an underground layer hidden below?
Entreri sighed and stepped away from the bronze chest he was disarming. We can look through the rest of the r