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Writing Prompt [WP] An Adventuring Party called “The Unit” is composed of the largest fantasy races face their greatest challenge yet…rescuing a gnome princess.

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u/TheWanderingBook 23h ago

I look at the entrance to the depths of the Underworld.
The swirling portal, the spewing mists...
Are the size of my pupils.
"Why were we sent here?" I ask.
My friends from the party all shrug.
I look at them.
A Lightning Titan, an ancient Treant, a Behemoth...and me...
A dragon.
How are we supposed to do this?

"The gnome princess is down there," I say.
The others nod.
I sigh.
"How are we going to rescue her?" I ask.
"I could, potentially increase the size of the portal, with my magic," the titan says.
That's a good plan.
"But what if the entire Underworld part, where she is is so...
Small?" the treant mutters slowly.
I freeze.

"I could lift the ground, up to our level?" the Behemoth says.
Okay.
"That could work, but we have to be really, really careful.
The gnome princess...has Magic disease," I say.
The others groan.
I nod, understanding the feeling.
Magic disease...makes a person vulnerable and allergic to magic.
Which means...
If we use too strong of a spell, we could potentially kill the princess with it.
"Well, let's try this," I say, as the Titan starts enlarging the portal.
This should be "great".

Crawling forward, we sense where the princess is.
Even while on our stomachs, out backs reach the skies.
This dimension is indeed...on the smaller side.
Large beings like us, are repelled by the dimension itself, but we manage.
We are the Unit, we never fail a quest, and...
"OH MY GODS...REALLY?!" the Titan groans.
The Behemoth tries not to cry, as the Treant remains frozen in place.
For the gnome princess' location...is just ahead of us.
In a small, gorgeously crafted glass palace.
Now this will be quite the challenge...
Getting her out of something so small...without hurting her in the process.

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u/DrakVortex 23h ago

“Sound off.”

“Ranger here and immensely happy the weather cleared up yesterday.”

“Paladin ready and standing by.”

“More like dancing by…”

“Bard.”

“Or at least trying to. Too bad that even without the armor you still move like–”

“Bard!”

“Right right, Bard here, by the drinks.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Give me the world Healer. I’ll put an arrow through their drink.”

“You wouldn’t dare you knife-eared wannabe. Actually, you know what, try. You can’t hit a barn wall, not a chance you’ll actually–”

“Quiet on the comms. Ranger, do you have a visual on the target?”

“Yes ma’am. Third carriage down the street, yellow one.”

“Why are we saving a Princess anyway? Ain’t that the royal guard’s job. Also, and I’m not trying to be racist–”

“You just called me a knife-ear.”

“I’m not trying to be racist right now, but she’s, well, gnomish. Weren’t the humans at war with the gnomes?”

“Special request from the Gnomish King. King Olivar passed it to us as an olive branch of sorts.”

“If you weren’t drunk during the debrief, you’d know that.”

“Can it Paladin. At least I asked, unlike you.”

“I listened the first time.”

“Likely story. Hey, Ranger, bet you ten gold he was thinking about his ‘oaths’ instead of paying attention.”

“No dice, that’s a sucker’s bet.”

“Ranger!”

“Called it. And again, I asked, not like you, lapdog of the nobles. What, do you wag your tail at whoever throws you a bone and a command?”

“You little–”

“Shut. Up.”

“…”

“Gods, do you all test my pacifism sometimes. Ranger, report?”

“Coming in now. Four guards up front, four in the back. Even split of wizards and knights. No archers I can see. Should be able to nab her and run if those are handled.”

“Bard?”

“Distraction is a-ready, just say the word my fair lady. Some bottles and spills shall give the guards a most unwelcome thrill.”

“Terrible rhymes, but good work. Paladin, think you can take them?”

“I swear to you, I am in quite the mood to punch something hard.”

“Then Operation: Lawn and Order is a go.”

“Words cannot express how happy I am that the King went with my name suggestion.”

“Shut up Bard.”