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el-dritchknight · 4 months ago

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Thank you again so much for accepting my request! I've read this three times in one sitting, and every word, every detail, is just pure magic (not the gathering.)

It was such a fun, fluffy piece that was better than anything I could've dreamed of! Characterization is so on-point that it makes me miss the Sandrockers and their sense of community so much!! 1000/10, everyone kindly commission them for A+ fics!!!!!

Clouds and Castles: Not for the Faint of Heart

Rating: General Audiences Fandom: My Time at Sandrock Pairings: Unsuur/Builder/Logan Warnings: None

Chapter 1/1

Unsuur makes a noise of understanding before turning back to his spells list. Emerald is offering him some suggestions when Logan, who’s sitting on their other side, groans loudly, “How the hell did I let ya’ll convince me to play this?”

Emerald doesn’t skip a beat, simply looking over his shoulder to deadpan at him, “Because you love us.”

This was a request for @el-dritchknight! They requested a Long Fic of "DnD night turns Polycule" with their builder Emerald, Unsuur, and Logan!

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“So… why can’t I use that spell?” Emerald smiles softly as Unsuur asks the question with furrowed brows in the middle of their Castles and Clouds campaign night. Justice chuckles, telling him, “It’s ‘cause you already used it, buddy.”

“Yes but I want to use it again. So, why can’t I?” Unsuur asks again.

The sheriff runs a hand down his face in fond exasperation at his deputy. Emerald stifles an amused chuckle before leaning over to point at Unsuur’s character sheet, “Look here. See how there’s a 1 next to the spell name?” He waits until Unsuur nods, “It’s the number of times you can use it before you have to rest. So because you’ve already used it one time, you have to rest first before you can use it again.”

Emerald doesn’t skip a beat, simply looking over his shoulder to deadpan at him, “Because you love us.”

He ignores the immediate flush that comes to Logan’s cheeks as the yakboy ducks his head into his serape with a slight cough. Unsuur gives him a look, one they can’t quite decipher, but they ignore it for now. Instead they continue to talk about various spells he could use for his turn. Owen, their party’s game master, waits patiently while the two speak together.

“Okay, I think I want to cast… bolide,” Unsuur finally decides. Owens takes a moment to flip through his notes on the spell before asking him, “Which target are you aiming for?”

Unsuur leans up a bit to look at their battle map. Emerald smiles again, gently reminding him, “Remember you have to be able to see the target for it to work.”

The darker haired man points to one of the enemy figurines, “So I can’t hit that one because they’re behind the pillar?”

They nod in confirmation. Unsuur decides on an enemy close to Logan’s character. “Aw c’mon! I could’ve handled him by myself!”

“You’re a gunslinger, Log’. You’re better at fighting at a ranged distance anyway,” Emerald tells him matter of factly.

He’d never admit it but the white haired man clearly starts pouting at that, mumbling something about it being horseshit since “he could just pistol-whip it.” Emerald rolls his eyes at him good naturedly. Owen, ignoring the bickering, rolls for a dexterity save but just barely fails it. He tells Unsuur to roll for the bludgeoning damage. Unsuur glances over at Emerald, not quite having the dice numbers down yet. “2d6 because it traveled over forty feet,” Emerald tells him softly, reaching out with one hand to grab the d6 to hand to him while the other he uses to brush some of his long purple hair back behind his ear, “So roll this one, two times.” When the damage is calculated up, Owen reaches over and lays the figurine down to signal its death. Justice cheers loudly at the downed enemy while Logan reaches around Emerald to shake Unsuur’s shoulder in happiness. Emerald takes note of the light flush on the quieter man’s cheeks. Interesting. Owen then asks Unsuur if he wants to use a bonus action to which the other man shakes his head no, ending his turn.

“Okay then. That means the next turn is… mine with the character… there,” Owen points to one of the remaining enemy figurines. He reaches up to stroke his chin for a moment before asking, “Emerald, where is your character right now?”

They point to their little artificer figurine on top of a stone balcony. Owen nods before humming while thinking again. He rolls a die without a word which has all the players at the table exchanging a look of confusion. “Alright,” Owen says, threading his fingers together in a way that seems sly, “With a cry of ‘for the glory of the queen!’ The enemy Kobold turns and strikes the pillar of the nearby balcony with its heavy mace, causing it to crumble and the balcony to start to collapse.”

Everyone jumps to the edge of their seats. “Wait! Is it trying to Kamikaze itself?! Can I run?!” Emerald asks a bit frantically.

“Athletics check please,” Owen tells him.

They scramble for their d20 and roll it frantically. Their hands thread into their hair, messing up the braid a bit, “A three? Are you kidding me…”

The saloon owner chuckles a bit, “Your character takes a second too long to realize what the kobold’s intent was. They valiantly attempt to regain their footing enough to get to stable ground but are unable to and, unfortunately, are falling back first towards the ground,” Owen tells him. Justice starts cursing under his breath next to him.

“No, I'm so low on health…” Emerald groans, dropping his face into his hands, “I really liked this character too… What a day to not have a healer…”

“Can I catch ‘em?” Emerald lowers his fingers enough to peek his brown eyes over the top of his fingertips at Logan. Owen blinks at him before asking, “What?”

“I’m close enough,” Logan points to his character on the board, “Can I catch ‘em?”

“Sure, I’ll allow the attempt. Also roll an athletics for me,” Owen tells him.

Logan grabs his own d20 and sends it rolling, not caring that it rolls so far to stop in front Unsuur’s setup. He leans up to look at the number as well as his character stats sheet, “Thir- No! Sixteen!”

Owen nods approvingly, “Logan, your character jumps at where Emerald’s is falling and just barely manages to catch them. It does send you both to the ground but you’re relatively unharmed.”

Emerald places a hand on his chest, sighing in relief, “Thank you. You saved my life.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Logan jokes with a smirk.

“Shut up,” The builder deadpans at him.

Logan chuckles before it cuts off as he starts looking around, “Hey, where’d my die go?”

Emerald checks his own and notices his d20 is missing as well, “Mine’s gone too.”

Justice clears his throat before throwing his thumb over to Unsuur. The quieter man is leaned far down to be eye level with the table, tongue peeking out a bit in concentration. Emerald smiles, “What are you doing, Unsuur?”

He removes his hands and shows the three d20s - his, Logan’s, and Emerald’s - perfectly stacked against each other. Emerald raises an eyebrow and gives him a questioning look. Unsuur smiles shyly, “It’s because we fit together so perfectly.”

Logan chokes on his breath as Justice drops his head onto the table, “Light have mercy on me… Just confess ya’lls feelings for each other and put me out of my misery!”

“Justice!” Emerald hisses just as Logan coughs out, “Feelings?”

“Uhm… yeah. Both of us. For you. Is that a problem?” Emerald asks, running their hands down their braid.

“No!” Logan says quickly, “Not at all.”

“Wait, is this happening in-game or in real life?” Owen asks with an excited gleam in his eyes.

“Real life!” Justice confirms, standing up swiftly and grabbing Owen by the wrist to drag him away from the table, “C’mon, you’re walking me home!”

“Uh okay. Bye guys, see you next week!” Owen waves as he’s dragged out of the saloon.

“We didn’t get to finish the battle,” Unsuur commented.

Emerald smiles, placing a hand on his arm, “I think in this case, it’s okay.” He takes a deep breath and turns back to Logan, taking his hand between his own, “But yeah we really, really like you… so…”

“Be our boyfriend?” Unsuur takes over to ask without a modicum of fear or embarrassment.

Logan whistles lowly, grabbing the brim of his hat to pull it down over his eyes, “Yer a bold one, ain’t ya?”

“It’s part of his charm,” Emerald gives Unsuur a fond look, who flushes a bit from it. Then they turn back to Logan, “So? Will you? Be our boyfriend?”

“... Yeah I think I will. Proper courtin’ says that I should take ya’ll out on a day. Whatcha say? Tomorrow at seven?” Logan asks them in return.

Unsuur nods as Emerald replies, “Sure. Are we meeting back here?”

“Nah. I got an idea. I’ll pick you both up. You two’ll just have to wait and be surprised on what I’ve got planned,” Logan tells them with a wink.

“I like surprises,” Unsuur murmurs happily with a blush. Emerald can say with a very deep certainty that, in this case, he does too.

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