#⤁CYNICISM-;; SPIRIT OF GNOME

[mudaship39]

Disabilities of my canon original Asian Pasifika and Afro Latine Native demigod and alien hybrid superhero main character

Disabilities: 

Autistic as someone with autism

Kanai Makoa Latu/Attahua Kamalani Latu is a recovering addict and alcoholic They used to use alien and magical drugs and alcohol as a metahuman and superhuman to deal with abuse and trauma. He/she/they is a former alcoholic who drank magical alcohol meant for demigods, gods/goddesses, & titans. He/she/they used magical drugs meant for magical spellcasters. They used magical alcohol meant for magical humanoids such as fae elves, dwarves, gnomes, goblinoids, & giantkin. He/she/they drank Spirit, Myth, & Devil’s Tongue. He/she/they were a former addict who used alien drugs meant for metahumans and superhumans. He/she/they used drugs meant for cyborgs and bionics. He/she/they used drugs meant for alien hybrids and aliens. He/she/they were addicted to Blaze, Nitro, Supernova, Nightfall, Burnout, & Light Speed.

Neurodivergent: 

ADD or attention deficit disorder, ADHD or attention hyperactive disorder, OCD or obsessive-compulsive disorder, & hyperlexia.

Disfigurement: 

He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. 

Disfigured by a hard-light sword wielded by a female alien super soldier who fought for the Earth Space Military

Later had their right arm replaced with a bionic and cybernetic prosthetic arm

Later had his/her/their left eye replaced with a cybernetic and bionic prosthetic eye. 

He/she/they have a hard light and plasma burn scar from the top of his/her/their eyebrow to the bottom of his/her/their cheek.

Hypersexual as a result of the trauma being a survivor of rape, abuse, assault, & domestic violence at the hands of three abusive exes who were their ex fiances. Want to reclaim autonomy so they have sex on their own terms.

Mental Illnesses: 

Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, schizophrenia, DID or dissociative identity disorder, & PTSD or post-traumatic stress disorder.

As a result of abuse and trauma

Main System: As someone with DID and Schizophrenia 

Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu

Plural Systems: 

Goes by an Alien name: Zana Saani.

Decisive, charismatic, disobedient, cruel, provocative, open minded, flirtatious, driven,

Goes by demigod and later god/goddess name Kalani.

Upright, hero syndrome, honorable, driven, leader, good listener, misguided, attention seeker, eloquent, selfless, elegant.

Goes by an English name: Alexander Mack “Alex” Smith/Alexandria Macy “Lexi” Smith.  

Generous, Impulsive, focused, procrastinator, intelligent, vindictive, boastful, sweet, loud, dutiful, rash, punctual, vain, tolerant, popular, lazy, social, immature, crass, realistic, & bossy

Goes by his/her/their Polynesian name: Kana’i Makoa Latu/Ataahua Kamalani Latu. 

Humorous, stable, demanding, peaceful, nosy, flexible, compassionate, articulate, cultured, reckless, warm, patient, elegant, observant, pretentious, selfless

Goes by his/her/their Asian name: Ryuu Kato/Haruka Kato or Guang/Biyu Wei. 

Comical, obnoxious, affectionate, sore winner, excited, prankster, primadonna, upbeat, warm, easy going, extroverted, overprotective, caring, charismatic, naive, picky, honest, trustful, hopeful, chaotic, & friendly.

Goes by his/her/their Afro Latine name: Francisco Alejandro Diego Garcia Ochoa/Francisca Alejandra Maria Garcia Ochoa. 

Jaded, charitable, cynical, sarcastic, earnest, cold, disciplined, serious, modest, calculating, vulnerable, quiet, benevolent, reclusive, forgiving, suspicious, cooperative, humorless, introverted, apathetic, helpful, indifferent, resourceful, paranoid, respectful, & stoic.

Bionic and Cybernetic Arm:

Automotive Armored Prosthetic Cybernetic Bionic Arm. They have an automotive armored prosthetic bionic and cybernetic right arm. He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. He/she/they were disfigured by an alien super soldier of the Terran Empire. At some point in the past he/she/they have lost use and function to a part of himself/herself/themselves. But through study of the sciences and the help of those who have already done so he/she/they have replaced it with an advanced high-end prosthetic bionic cybernetic replacement. It is a prosthesis that replaces a missing extremity such as an arm or leg. The type of limb used is determined by the extent of amputation or loss of the missing extremity and the location of the missing extremity. Artificial limbs are needed for a variety of reasons where a body part is either missing from the body or a body part is too damaged to be repaired. It was built for them by an engineer, an inventor, & mechanic. It was installed on their body through a team of highly trained surgeons and doctors. Having artificial prosthetic limbs comes with a number of complications. Some of which are minor inconveniences while others can be dangerous if ignored. Due to the constant risk of damage and mechanical failures the mechanical prosthetics require daily maintenance and repair. It is maintained and repaired regularly by a team of mechanics and surgeons. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic prosthetic arm is highly upgradable and highly customizable. The prosthetic is linked directly to the nervous system taking electrical pulses from nerves to regulate the many electrical motors and actuators inside the prosthetic bionic arm. It can be moved at will like a natural appendage. This augment functions as if it were the normal body part. These constructs are designed to replace lost limbs if magical healing is not available or if the user desires to have an improved replacement. The automotive mechanized bionic prosthetic arm has electrical motors, gears, & springs. The bionic arm is made with a full skeletal titanium frame with steel armor plating to protect the wires and intricate machinery inside. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm moves using synthetic muscles and fibers. It is a fully articulated prosthetic arm with multiple moving parts capable of manipulating even weapons.  Once the prosthetic is attuned to its user it will behave and act as the limb it replaces. It moves according to conscious and unconscious thoughts and commands from its user. This was a prosthetic intended to replace lost limbs and damaged organs. This advanced prosthetic replaced and enhanced the lost limb. The prosthetic bionic arm was painted to look like their real biological arm. First perfected by humans and alien humanoids the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arms arms are now built by several master inventors and engineers. The bionic arm provides an almost perfect semblance of full functionality but is quite expensive. The recovery time it took for the user to recover from the automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm after doctors and surgeons installed on their body took three months. It does not require an external energy source. It has a built-in battery. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm is electrical and fusion powered.  The automotive armored prosthetic arm is also a cyberware enhanced bionic arm. This prosthetic bionic arm is made of steel, gold, silver, electrum, nickel, brass, titanium, platinum, & copper for durability. However, contemporary technological advancements have allowed certain automotive armored prosthetic bionic limbs to be composed of other materials  as to be less cumbersome and more durable than steel in abnormal conditions. This prosthetic bionic arm is also made with a weave of chrome, fiberglass, aluminum, & carbon fiber for flexibility. Like wearers of normal prosthetics these users are subject to various aches and pains resulting from drastic changes in barometric pressure. However another drawback to full steel limbs are the adverse effects which occur in extreme conditions such as heat and cold. In extremely high temperatures the metals which conduct and retain heat induce great deals of discomfort to the user. Who must remain with a heated metal object grafted to the skin. In extremely cold temperatures the cold conducting metals cause standard oils to cease functioning as well as expedite frostbite damage to the connecting tissue. This means that the bionic arm is also made of lighter more expensive alloys that is resistant to extreme temperature changes so the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arm no longer suffers the ill effects of certain extreme heat and extreme cold environments. This is a high quality prosthetic bionic replacement that is made to look life-like (at least at first glance). This artificial prosthetic limb is much less bulky than its counterparts. Since its frame more closely follows the contours of an organic biological limb. The exterior and interior of its chassis is lined with precious gemstones, crystals, metals, and complex alien engravings. Engraved with intricate decorations and animated with holograms. A powerful sensor provides full sensory feedback to its user allowing all sorts of tasks to be accomplished with the limb. It was upgraded with large glowing red, blue, green, gold, silver, & violet bold alien crystals. The bionic arm comes with a built-in sonar to detect nearby enemies and allies. Some of the more creative and talented prosthetics inventors, & engineers have been known to include all sorts of devices in prosthetic limbs. Some ranging from helpful tools to dangerous weapons. Including some with questionable legality. Some intrepid amputees have even been known to tinker with their limbs on their own time. However you go about it, modifying an artificial limb requires great expertise and tends to be costly. The prosthetic bionic arm was later weaponized and upgraded with human and alien metals for combat situations as a military grade augmentation. This makes the prosthetic arm built with a lot of durability and so would not break easily even with high output performances in combat. Based on the technology used to construct a robot, power armor, or an exosuit using alien metal and human metal is shaped into a single limb. These constructs are designed to replace lost limbs if the user desires to have an improved replacement. Once the prosthetic is attuned to its user it will behave and act as the limb it replaces. According to conscious and unconscious commands from its user. These limbs are of a stronger and lighter design. Designed to serve another function in addition to their use as a limb. Usually these limbs have a hidden compartment, concealed weapon or a set of tools. Such as a hard light arm blade and a plasma cannon. These additional functions can be used at will. These limbs are designed to shift, adjust and grow. Prostheses made of alien alloy can grow organically and form so many things if reasonable. Metal limbs can shift to form whatever other form the host can imagine, but cannot gain or lose mass. While deactivated, these limbs seem to be little more than simple alien and human metal plates, but once attached and active these limbs appear as masses of energy forming whatever shape their host imagines.

[cinema-hallucinations]

Prompt: Generate a movie concept for a paranormal comedy about a possessed piece of cutlery.

Title: Sporklore

Tagline: A side-splitting adventure where the only thing sharper than the knives are the jokes.

Logline: When a clumsy caterer named Millie accidentally inherits a possessed spork, her life becomes a chaotic whirlwind of ghostly pranks, kitchen appliance uprisings, and culinary catastrophes. Now, she must team up with the mischievous spirit trapped within and a skeptical ghost hunter to break the curse and prevent a full-blown kitchen appliance apocalypse.

Characters:

Millie "Butterfingers" Butterman: A clumsy but kind-hearted caterer with a knack for spilling things and breaking dishes.

Spook: A mischievous, sarcastic ghost trapped within an unassuming spork. He enjoys causing culinary chaos and pranking the living.

Barrett "Buzzkill" Barnes: A cynical ghost hunter with a deadpan sense of humor and a deep distrust of anything paranormal.

Plot:

Millie inherits a box of seemingly ordinary utensils from her eccentric Aunt Gertrude. Among them is a slightly tarnished spork – entirely unremarkable except for its sudden and inexplicable attraction to Millie's pocket. Soon, Millie's life spirals into hilarious disarray. Kitchen appliances rebel – blenders chase her down the kitchen counter, toasters launch slices of bread like projectiles – all seemingly triggered by the spork.

Desperate for help, Millie calls upon Barrett Barnes, a ghost hunter known for his debunking skills. However, when Barrett witnesses a clearly possessed spork levitating a pot of boiling soup, his skepticism crumbles. Together, Millie and Barrett must decipher Spook's cryptic messages and navigate the bizarre world of utensil spirits. They discover that Spook was once a mischievous kitchen gnome cursed into a spork by a vengeful head chef.

Their investigation uncovers a looming threat – the "Great Kitchen Uprising." If the curse remains unbroken by the next full moon, all kitchen appliances will rise up against humanity. Millie, Spook (who starts to appreciate the joys of human companionship), and Barrett embark on a madcap quest to break the curse.

Hilarity ensues as they navigate haunted pantries, face off against a spatula-wielding spatula spirit, and attempt to create a special dish using the spork, the key to breaking the curse.

Themes:

Importance of teamwork despite unlikely pairings

Finding humor in the face of the unknown

Unexpected friendships and the value of second chances

The hidden personality of everyday objects

Humor:

Slapstick comedy involving appliance malfunctions and utensil-related mayhem

Spook's sarcastic one-liners and witty commentary

Millie's clumsiness and constant stream of hilarious mishaps

The clash between Millie's enthusiasm for the paranormal and Barrett's deadpan skepticism

Ending:

Millie, Spook, and Barrett successfully work together to break the curse, saving humanity from the Great Kitchen Uprising. Spook, freed from the spork, might choose to remain as Millie's spectral sous chef, adding a touch of supernatural spice to her catering business.

[greatatmakingmemes]

Wooden Overcoats: S2 Ep1 - The Ghost of Piffling Vale

“Where were we?”

“Sorry about that.”

“And this is the front of house, where we meet and greet our clients.”

“Yes, I know, I live here.”

“At any moment, a grieving widow could stagger through that door and make our day immeasurably better.”

“You keep telling me things I already know.”

“Unless the client cancels, we haven’t got time to waste.”

“People trust traditions.”

“Say it with me!”

“Ha! Made you say it!”

“I will destroy you.”

“Now that you’ve met and killed your first client, how do you think it’s all going?”

“Can it wait? I’m learning Catalan.”

“They’ve cut the water off because we haven’t paid the bill.”

“Another easy job slips through our fingers.”

“Sorry to be a nuisance.”

“My brother/sister would have liked lilies!”

“He/She/They used to sit in the park all day and tease the squirrels with a hazelnut on a bit of string.”

“Life can be so predictable, can’t it?”

“You’re overcome with grief!”

“We have some unfinished business to attend to.”

“If it’s spirit contact you’re after, then I’m your man/woman/person!”

“It’s one of our new services.”

“Far be it for me to be cynical but I don’t think [name] can make contact with the dead.”

“I absolutely respect your beliefs but…”

“You can contact [name]’s dear, departed, bastard brother/sister/sibling?”

“The ghosts won’t like it for a start.”

“If I were a ghost and I had better things to do on a Friday night…”

“It’s showmanship! That’s all it is!”

“This is the weirdest job we’ve ever had. And you’re the weirdest person I know.”

“Who cares if it’s real or not, as long as they/he/she feels better?”

“This is my mortuary!”

“Do you always keep specimens from bodies you’ve worked on?”

“Your nana’s love life has no bearing on my seance.”

“Pass me that old tape player.”

“That was just me being sarcastic!”

“You need to get out more.”

“Leave the whiskey, [name].”

“Open your psychic valves!”

“[Name], why don’t you touch me anymore?”

“You spent how much?”

“What do you need angels for?”

“So the ghosts don’t eat us!”

“Did you listen when I told you you had the wrong batteries in Mr. Toad’s car?”

“If you’d secured him/her/them/it properly, then he/she/they/it wouldn’t have gone flying off into the audience!”

“Do you think we should rescue him/her/them?”

“Should is a strong word.”

“Okay, [name], you’ve got no business prowling around our home. I should report you to the police.”

“We can do this the hard way or the harder way.”

“It literally spells ‘scam’!”

“Ghosts just want to put their spooky feet up and do their spooky crossword.”

“You’d know if I was joking because it’d be funny. And you’d be laughing.”

“We’d accept a substantial bribe.”

“You’re just providing the seance. I’m providing the ghost.”

“Anything could go wrong.”

“I’ve been brushing up on my exorcising exercises.”

“You’ve started sweating very visibly.”

“You look good wrapped in a bedsheet.”

“I’m a ghost, not a vampire!”

“I wanted four stone angels and instead we have some garden gnomes!”

“You still haven’t got yourself a hairbrush.”

“You could say I’m in high spirits!”

“It’s all very Scooby-Doo, isn’t it?”

“You name it and I’ll hum it.”

“Why am I covered in dead mosquitos?”

“Sorry, I get thirsty when I get nervous.”

“Sorry, I left my spectacles with St. Peter.”

“What happened to your teeth? They look… squishy?”

“This is why the details matter!”

“The power of Coke compels you!”

“Look! His/Her/Their face is frothing!”

“Oy, evil spirit, here’s the door.”

“We had a bond that nobody could break.”

“I had you buried in the paisley suit that always made you look fat!”

“What a charming, old ghost! And so handsome, too!”

“I won’t be able to look that woman/man/person in the eye ever again.”

“Do you think that’s what we’ll become?”

“Unless you have a change of heart in the next few decades, I suspect so.”

“I’ve always been a sucker for theatrics.”

“Of course you realize this means war.”

“It is, as they say, on.”

“I certainly look forward to finding out what you mean by that!”

“There must be a chink in his/her/their armor somewhere.”

“I know I have a tasty face, but stop licking me!”

“You can’t write a Sunday Times Bestseller about people just being nice to each other!”

[tatzebea]

Guardians of the Elements

Name: Kuhura Agua Kind: Elemerian Element: Water Height: 1,65 m Personality: The reincarnation of Undine. According to Katain, he has his birthday on February 21st 1992. A very cynical person. Exiled out of his village with 7 years for "helping" Darius, who drunk from the "Well of Life", which is said to grand immortality. As an infant he fell into the well. Ever since he is the Host of the Creator of Elements, Hydrogen. After he was exiled, he hurt his hands and forearms, which bear scars. Rather prefers to be alone. Quick to anger. With 17 he was the first to join Katain and Walawai, albeit reluctantly. He is the oldest of the group and often got into fights with Walawai. Later he does opens up and becomes friends with Walawai and the others. He relies on them ever since and sees them as his real family. Has depression and hates his biological family, especially his mother and father. Smiles as good as never. Actually wants to be a nice person but finds it very hard. He is pretty clumsy at times. Later on he becomes blind on his left eye due to an injury. Can't read nor write, but is an excellent cook and a good singer. Later he and Wolohwa have a son together. Abilities: -Phlegmatiker's Serenity (Calls the deepest power of the soul. Sealed feelings awaken the water spirit and stabs the enemy with rapid water tendrils)                 -Ice Age (Calls the power of the moon. With the aligned stars freezes enemies and self. Shatters every enemy into pieces)                 -Healing wave (Cleansing water rains down. Heals self and allies)

Name: Wolohwa Aire Kind: Elemerian Element: Air Height: 1,69 m Personality: The reincarnation of Sylph. According to Katain her birthday is February 18th 1993. Actually the princess of the Air Kingdom. She much prefers to learn, than to act like a princess and is the rightful heritage of the throne. Very smart. She uses tactics to make herself stronger, since she isn't the strongest physically. A very serious woman. Met Katain and the others when she was 16. Due to their same goal, she accompanied them. She is the reasonable one in the group. Teams up often with Contry to contrast her physical strength with her deliberated moves. She absolutely loves to read and hear about Elemeria's lore. A very kind and understanding person, but she sometimes comes of as rude due to being silent and serious looking most of the time. Really likes to teach others. Later she has a son with Kuhura. Abilities: -Sanguiniker's Recklessness (Calls the deepest power of the soul. Sealed feelings awaken the air spirit and slices through the enemy with sharp winds. Strongest with earth)                 - Gamma Lightning (Calls the power of a broken star. A single lightning strikes, damages the ozone and causes catastrophic damage towards enemies and self)                 - Vacuum (Swift wind appears to reflect enemies attacks)

Name: Contry Tierra Kind: Elemerian Element: Earth Height: 1,70 m Personality: The reincarnation of Gnome. According to Katain she is born May 18th 1993. A mining girl. Looks after her deaf brother to help her mother. Very reliable and kind. Quick to be the first to run to a fight. Very good in martial arts. A laid back woman otherwise. Met Katain and the others when she was 16 and joined them pretty fast. She is very strong and likes to help. Gets along best with Wolohwa and teams up with her a lot. Doesn't mind getting dirty while working. A natural woman. A fan of clothes and dressing up others, especially Kuhura. She is the one who selected their current outfits. Later on has a daughter with Walawai. Abilities: -Melancholiker's Wistfulness (Calls the deepest power of the soul. Sealed feelings awaken the earth spirit and levels the earth to spike the enemy. Strongest with air)                 - Meteor Strike (Calls the power of the earth. Let’s a comet strike and erodes the enemy)                 - Herbal Remedy (Usage of herbs to cure status problems)

Name: Walawai Fuego Kind: Elemerian Element: Fire Height: 1,72 m Personality: The reincarnation of Salamander. According to Katain he was born December 7th 1995. The youngest of the group. Lives in a village, which is nearby an active volcano, with mostly old people. Thus he mostly had to go trade in the capital. Very ambitious, kind and energetic. Often argued with Kuhura and once accidentally burned Kuhura's hair. Later he gets along with him and they become friends. They often fight together, too. Very open minded. Yet can be easily angered and become furious. Found Katain, when he was 14, out of pure luck due to looking for help. He cares for his family and friends and would protect them from everyone and everything. Unlike his past self, he learned to use his element very early and mastered it fast. Later has a daughter with Contry. Abilities: -Choleriker's Wrath (Calls the deepest power of the soul. Sealed feelings awaken the fire spirit and erodes the enemy with tongues of fire)                 - Sun Eruption (Calls the power of the sun. Blazing plasma from the sun burns everything it touches into ash)                 -Salamander's legacy (Left hand obtains red markings. Creates a scythe in form of a dragon that burns the enemy)

Name: Katain Luz Kind: Elemerian Element: Aether Height: 1,66 m Personality: The reincarnation of Aristotle. Born October 23rd 1994. An Elemerian who was born on Earth. For 15 years she didn't know that she isn't human. A good student. She lives by her grandmother, since her parents travel through the world, due to their jobs. Wants to be an archaeologist like her parents. Came to Elemeria due to Walawai looking for help to defeat the, at that time, dictator Darius. Learned to use and master Aether very late. A very kind and ambitious woman. But can be quite stubborn. She isn't very good in fighting since she lived peacefully on Earth. Uses her staff for range attacks to not get hurt. She is very curios and wants to know a lot, especially about Elemeria. Katain also likes to help as many as she can, which made her follow Walawai in the first place. Teams up with Dark and later has a daughter with him. Abilities: -Staff of Light (Uses the power of the soul of the world to create a staff to use as a weapon)                 -Gamma Beam (Uses the staff to store the world’s soul. Fires a grand beam at the opponent and makes a barrier to protect self and allies. Causes severe damage)                 - Light’s Guidance (Protects user and allies for a short time)

Names: Dark Shatta Night, Darkness Night Kind: Elemerians Element: Void Heights: 1,70 m (Dark), 1,68 m (Darkness) Personalities: Twin siblings and children of an earl. Both are 26 years, with Darkness being the older sister. They use the sealed power of Void. According to Katain, both are born on May 22nd 1992. Dark is the reincarnation of Empedocles. When he was a child, the Ender of Flora and Fauna abducted and controlled him. With the help of Katain and the others, he got freed again, with the age of 17. Ever since then he is restrained and withdrawn. Had amnesia for quite a while and could only remember his second name. Much like his past life, he rather uses his weapon than Void itself. He is able to control Void. A quite nice person. Loves to eat and to read. Has a good relationship with his sister, but can barely remember her due to being abducted at an early age. A reliable person who often teams up with Katain. Later on, he and Katain have a daughter. Darkness is the reincarnation of Paracelcus. Ever since her brother got abducted, she looked for him. A kind person, but can become angry and frustrated very fast. Much like her past self, she uses Void itself more than her brother. Due to her element being sealed, she doesn't lose control. Darkness can create ring like weapons with her element. She is led by her emotions more often than not. Had a crush on Kuhura, who didn't return her feelings. Became friends with Walawai after a dispute between the five and her. Cares deeply for her brother and was happy to see him again.  Abilities (Dark):               -Cut through the Darkness (Uses scythe made of Void to tear through the enemy)                 -Black Heart (Calls the sealed power of the Void. Black stars rain down the night sky and pierce the enemies. Causes after damage)                 -Night Sight (Makes tendrils out of void. Keeps user and allies save for a little while)

Abilities (Darkness):                 -Erode the Land (Controlled destruction with rings made out of Void around self)                 -Rest in Peace (Makes moon, sun, earth and stars align. Tremendous amount of celestial power gathers into one place and obliterate the enemy)                 -Winged Finale (Engulfs self with the sealed power of Void to turn into a flying serpent. Increases strength and vitality)

[blackwaldpartisan]

Fifth day after the battle

In truth I am too tired to put all that happened today into writing, but if I don't do it now I fear I will forget. Nothing of import happened during the day apart from Forsaken ships appearing on the horizon, one by one until we are now blockaded. Looking at them I find myself wishing I had magic enough to bring them all down in smouldering ruin from the shore.

As evening approached we were to patrol the Blackwald and chase out or kill as many Reservists as we could. Only then the fliers heading to the village (with supplies and bringing some wayward religious Partisan) were attacked by rockets from the forest. As they flew overhead we could all hear the spirits or demons shrieking madly within… In the rockets that is, not the fliers. I do not approve of these weapons (though they seem a fine way to destroy demons as they explode). I and a number of others (the Knight and the runner-man from the tree among them) were dispatched swiftly to destroy or capture the wagon we thought was firing them.

It has been explained to me that the rockets are constructed more or less like gnomish fireworks. Which was then explained to me as metal tubes filled with explosive materials set aflame to create propulsion, with a payload of stronger explosives on board which explode upon impact. But unlike these ‘fireworks’ which fly where they will, at the mercy of human aim and strong wind, the imp rockets have been enchanted with, well, imps. Small demons with just enough capacity to steer a rocket to a target. Should they cooperate. I heard of such things in the Reserve, but never handled any, or knew anyone who handled them.

We found the wagon quickly enough, after having been attacked by a banshee (I can see now why they are so feared. Terrible voices. The first one did not phase me however) and we attacked. The Knight Dawnfield and the stern leader-fellow held the Reservists in worgen form while I went for the wagon. It went well. I was not even shot. Then came more banshees and it was as if the Nether had been wrecked loose upon us. The men screamed and fell right and left, clutching their heads and it was so hard keeping the wagon from sliding back with only me and another pushing (by now I had shifted. I suspect I howled about as loudly as the banshees shrieked but thankfully none made remarks on this beastly behaviour. Must learn better control) but the Doctor arrived and helped us.

Then even more banshees arrived and I knew no more than their demonic song in my head. Pain and fear both at once. Next thing I remember I was pushing myself from the wagon which was suddenly many yards downhill. The banshees were fleeing and a man shouting at me to get back up the hill. The wagon was supposed to be blown up. (I am surprised they did not leave me at it and just blew it up anyway. I can hardly be much of a loss for them. Pleasantly surprised though. Perhaps I am finding a place here) But instead we pushed the wagon back towards Stormglen.

Me and another fellow were sent off to find one of the fliers which had apparently crashed. It was naught but a wreck, the pilot probably exploded into tiny bits of flesh. As we made our return we stumbled upon the mad man-doctor, now even more maddened. He was clawing at his ears and shaking. I tried to soothe him (now thankfully back in proper human shape) and tried most of the tricks I learned back with the Reserve. Speak softly of good places, giving new things to think about. The Doctor Dead arrived and helped me drag the man-doctor back. I think the banshees broke his mind, but he cooperated sluggishly and didn't speak as we walked back. (I would not say his mind would be a great loss. He is as eerie as a Forsaken and is clearly going mad if he isn't already. I recognize the signs. Someone should help him find someone better inside himself, as the Reserve did... I could help. He might crack again but at least he would last longer)

Well inside our options were discussed. A Forsaken division is marching on Stormglen and apparently a helper in Stormwind has been gravely wounded. I did not listen closely but focused on a glass of lovely, warming brandy. Tea and brandy and chocolate cake. For that alone defecting has been worth it. They are familiar flavours somehow. And scents. I wish I could recall the moments they seem familiar from.

In any case... It would seem we will have to flee this village soon. I will make the most of living inside a warm house while I still can. I do not doubt we will be driven away, I just hope I live long enough to leave.

The Elf pilot from the surviving flier has strange and very bright hair.

Afterwards, and after the Doctor Dead (dread more like) had removed shards of glass from the mad man-doctor's thigh, it asked (the Doctor Dead that is) that I and the quartermaster, who is a Gnome with red hair, come with it upstairs because there was work for us. It had already said to me, before this, that it wanted my help with a “speech” for the Reservists, to make them defect for the Partisans, like I did. I found the situation rather... is it cynical or ironic? In any case... Amusing but in a twisted way. 

The first piece of work was to amplify its voice so it could hold its speech. I confessed I was afraid I would harm something if I attempted it, but the quartermaster Gnome suggested a spell and also loudspeakers. The other task was to bind spirits or demons to the rockets we retrieved with the wagon, like the Reservists had done.

I really don't want part of this. Spirits I can handle, with instruction, but binding demons will end badly! I know it. I said as much but neither the Doctor Dead or the quartermaster Gnome seemed much impressed. The Doctor Dead also spoke of demonic pacts it had made, and earlier it had some sort of.. seizure. I am more certain than ever that something evil fuels it (I must find better wards than a horseshoe and lump of wood) It also asked for whatever rumors the Reservists have of the Partisans, so I supplied some. It wanted to give his speech right away and quizzed me on more suggestions as we made our way towards the forest (another man followed, dressed in red. Perhaps a friend of the woman who often wears red? ) There the Doctor Dead suggested I also speak to the Reservists so they knew it spoke the truth.

It then gave its speech, a rather good one. I also tried to see how the quartermaster Gnome wove her spell and used her magic. In the speech the Doctor Dead promised Reservists that among the Partisans their memories would remain intact... I have been thinking of this much myself. Even the Cursed ones among the Partisans all remember things like normal. No memories have been lost to them and apparently they do not break as the Reservists do. (I must ask the Knight Dawnfeld about this. He is also Cursed and seems a very honest and decent man.) It all suggests it is the work of the Forsaken that our minds fray so. But how? I don't know how I feel about this. Perhaps it can be reversed, if it is Forsaken work, perhaps it will only deteriorate further. I wish there was another Reservist here who I could talk to. There is no one here I would confide in. Even this paper will burn rather than be read by them.

I also gave a speech. I can't remember what I said, but I think it was all honest. I want the Reservists to join the Partisans. It would mean I could return to my friends. It would mean my friends would not have to fear the Forsaken. It would mean the Partisans have a chance again.

Afterward I retched. The quartermaster gnome warned us the spell would cause nausea. It did. I also think the Doctor Dead complimented me and touched my shoulder. It seems unlikely and I don't know what to make of it. I do think I am more accepted now, though. I hope so.

I can't recall anything else I need to put down except I might be able to get some magical instruction from the quartermaster gnome. If I have the necessary requirements, more or less.

I am tired. I write too much.

[dndrandom]

Here are the lists, though a warning that this is 1088 items listed:

Race:

Human

Elf

Dwarf

Gnome

Orc

Dragonborn

Tiefling (Demon Descendent)

Avian (Bird Person)

Centaur

Drow (Dark Elf)

Satyr (Goat People)

Myconid (Mushroom People)

Ent (Tree People)

Lamia (Snake People)

Minotaur

Mer

Warforged

Anubid

Half-Orc

Half-Elf

Owlfolk

Half-Dwarf

Blood Elf

Half-Angel

Shadowborn

Troll

Ogre

Lizardfolk

Fae

Dark Elf

Goblin

Class:

Warrior

Knight

Cavalier

Berserker

Pugilist

Shield-Bearer

Weapon Master

Dragoon

Sentinel

Fencer

Soldier

Samurai

Martial Artist

Monk

Dragon Knight

Dark Knight

Archer

Corsair

Beast Rider

Ronin

Warlord

Herald

Inquisitor

Blade-Singer

Paladin

Marksman

Duelist

Marauder

Raider

Adventurer

Strategist

Diplomat

Templar

Spellsword

Death Knight

Battlemage

Bandit

Gunslinger

Assassin

Ranger

Ninja

Merchant

Bard

Dancer

Arcane Archer

Red Mage

Blue Mage

Cleric

Battle Priest

Cutpurse

Scout

Hunter

Explorer

Beastmaster

Horizon Walker

Strider

Loremaster

Enchanter

Summoner

Psion

Elementalist

Necromancer

Druid

Acolyte

Highwayman

Ballistician

Spy

Poisoner

Trap Master

Dark Delver

Gambler

Mentalist

Tinkerer

Technomancer

Animist

Geomancer

Dreamwalker

Channeler

Sage

Theurge

Warlock

Thief

Infiltrator

Catburglar

Philanderer

Stalker

Chameleon

Trickster

Magician

Shadowmancer

Alchemist

Binder

Conjurer

Illusionlist

Shaman

Seer

Arcanist

Witch

Sorcerer

Wizard

Height:

Shortest

Short

Average

Tall

Tallest

Weight:

Lightest

Light

Average

Heavy

Heaviest

Build:

Scrawniest

Scrawny

Average

Buff

Buffest 

Skin Overtone (Melanin / Metal / Feathers / Etc):

Darkest

Dark

Tan

Light

Lightest

Albinic

Melanistic

Skin Undertone:

Blue Tones

Red Tones

Yellow Tones

Alignment:

Lawful Good

Lawful Neutral

Lawful Evil

Neutral Good

True Neutral

Neutral Evil

Chaotic Good

Chaotic Neutral

Chaotic Evil

Hair / Accents:

Black

Brown

Grey

Blonde

White

Blue

Red

Green 

Hair Type:

Longest Straight

Long Straight

Medium Straight

Short Straight

Shortest Straight

Longest Wavy

Long Wavy

Medium Wavy

Short Wavy

Shortest Wavy

Longest Curly

Long Curly

Medium Curly

Short Curly

Shortest Curly 

Character Trait 1:

Active

Adaptable

Admirable

Adventurous

Agreeable

Alert

Allocentric

Amiable

Anticipative

Appreciative

Articulate

Aspiring

Athletic

Attractive

Balanced

Benevolent

Brilliant

Calm

Capable

Captivating

Caring

Challenging

Charismatic

Charming

Cheerful

Clean

Clear-headed

Clever

Colorful

Companionly

Compassionate

Conciliatory

Confident

Conscientious

Considerate

Contemplative

Cooperative

Courageous

Courteous

Creative

Cultured

Curious

Daring

Debonair

Decent

Decisive

Dedicated

Deep

Dignified

Directed

Disciplined

Discreet

Dramatic

Dutiful

Dynamic

Earnest

Ebullient

Educated

Efficient

Elegant

Eloquent

Empathetic

Energetic

Enthusiastic

Esthetic

Exciting

Extraordinary

Fair

Faithful

Farsighted

Felicific

Firm

Flexible

Focused

Forceful

Forgiving

Forthright

Freethinking

Friendly

Fun-loving

Gallant

Generous

Gentle

Genuine

Good-natured

Gracious

Hardworking

Healthy

Hearty

Helpful

Heroic

High-minded

Honest

Honorable

Humble

Humorous

Idealistic

Imaginative

Impressive

Incisive

Incorruptible

Independent

Individualistic

Innovative

Inoffensive

Insightful

Insouciant

Intelligent

Intuitive

Invulnerable

Kind

Knowledge

Leaderly

Leisurely

Liberal

Logical

Lovable

Loyal

Lyrical

Magnanimous

Many-sided

Mature

Methodical

Meticulous

Moderate

Modest

Multi-leveled

Neat

Nonauthoritarian

Objective

Observant

Open

Optimistic

Orderly

Organized

Original

Painstaking

Passionate

Patient

Patriotic

Peaceful

Perceptive

Perfectionist

Personable

Persuasive

Planful

Playful

Polished

Popular

Practical

Precise

Principled

Profound

Protean

Protective

Providential

Prudent

Punctual

Purposeful

Rational

Realistic

Reflective

Relaxed

Reliable

Resourceful

Respectful

Responsible

Responsive

Reverential

Romantic

Rustic

Sage

Scholarly

Scrupulous

Secure

Selfless

Self-critical

Self-defacing

Self-denying

Self-reliant

Self-sufficient

Sensitive

Sentimental

Seraphic

Serious

Sharing

Shrewd

Simple

Skillful

Sober

Sociable

Solid

Sophisticated

Spontaneous

Sporting

Stable

Steadfast

Steady

Stoic

Strong

Studious

Suave

Subtle

Sweet

Sympathetic

Systematic

Tasteful

Teacherly

Thorough

Tidy

Tolerant

Tractable

Trusting

Uncomplaining

Understanding

Undogmatic

Unfoolable

Upright

Urbane

Venturesome

Vivacious

Warm

Well-bred

Well-read

Well-rounded

Winning

Wise

Witty

Youthful 

Character Trait 2:

Abrasive

Abrupt

Agonizing

Aimless

Airy

Aloof

Amoral

Angry

Anxious

Apathetic

Arbitrary

Argumentative

Arrogant

Artificial

Asocial

Assertive

Astigmatic

Barbaric

Bewildered

Bizarre

Bland

Blunt

Boisterous

Brittle

Brutal

Calculating

Callous

Cantankerous

Careless

Cautious

Charmless

Childish

Clumsy

Coarse

Cold

Complacent

Complaintive

Compulsive

Conceited

Condemnatory

Conformist

Confused

Contemptible

Conventional

Cowardly

Crafty

Crass

Critical

Crude

Cruel

Cynical

Decadent

Deceitful

Delicate

Demanding

Dependent

Desperate

Destructive

Devious

Difficult

Dirty

Disconcerting

Discontented

Discouraging

Discourteous

Dishonest

Disloyal

Disobedient

Disorderly

Disorganized

Disputatious

Disrespectful

Disruptive

Dissolute

Dissonant

Distractible

Disturbing

Dogmatic

Domineering

Dull

Easily Discouraged

Egocentric

Enervated

Envious

Erratic

Escapist

Excitable

Expedient

Extravagant

Extreme

Faithless

False

Fanatical

Fanciful

Fatalistic

Fawning

Fearful

Fickle

Fiery

Fixed

Foolish

Forgetful

Fraudulent

Frightening

Frivolous

Gloomy

Graceless

Grand

Greedy

Grim

Gullible

Hateful

Haughty

Hedonistic

Hesitant

Hidebound

High-handed

Hostile

Ignorant

Imitative

Impatient

Impractical

Imprudent

Impulsive

Inconsiderate

Incurious

Indecisive

Indulgent

Inert

Inhibited

Insecure

Insensitive

Insincere

Insulting

Intolerant

Irascible

Irrational

Irresponsible

Irritable

Lazy

Libidinous

Loquacious

Malicious

Mannered

Mannerless

Mawkish

Mealymouthed

Mechanical

Meddlesome

Melancholic

Meretricious

Messy

Miserable

Misguided

Mistaken

Money-minded

Moody

Morbid

Muddle-headed

Naive

Narcissistic

Narrow-minded

Natty

Negativistic

Neglectful

Nihilistic

Obnoxious

Obsessive

Obvious

Odd

Offhand

One-dimensional

One-sided

Opinionated

Opportunistic

Outrageous

Overimaginative

Paranoid

Passive

Pedantic

Perverse

Petty

Pharissical

Phlegmatic

Plodding

Pompous

Possessive

Power-hungry

Prejudiced

Presumptuous

Pretentious

Prim

Procrastinating

Profligate

Provocative

Pugnacious

Puritanical

Quirky

Reactionary

Reactive

Regimental

Regretful

Repentant

Repressed

Resentful

Ridiculous

Rigid

Ritualistic

Rowdy

Ruined

Sadistic

Sanctimonious

Scheming

Scornful

Secretive

Sedentary

Selfish

Self-indulgent

Shallow

Shortsighted

Shy

Silly

Single-minded

Sloppy

Slow

Sly

Small-thinking

Softheaded

Sordid

Steely

Stiff

Strong-willed

Stupid

Submissive

Superficial

Superstitious

Suspicious

Tactless

Tasteless

Tense

Thoughtless

Timid

Transparent

Treacherous

Trendy

Troublesome

Unappreciative

Uncaring

Uncharitable

Unconvincing

Uncooperative

Uncreative

Uncritical

Unctuous

Undisciplined

Unfriendly

Ungrateful

Unhealthy

Unimaginative

Unimpressive

Unpolished

Unprincipled

Unrealistic

Unreflective

Unreliable

Unrestrained

Unself-critical

Unstable

Vacuous

Vague

Venal

Vindictive

Vulnerable

Weak

Weak-willed

Willful

Wishful

Zany 

Character Trait 3:

Absentminded

Aggressive

Ambitious

Amusing

Artful

Authoritarian

Big-thinking

Breezy

Businesslike

Busy

Casual

Cerebral

Chummy

Circumspect

Competitive

Complex

Confidential

Conservative

Contradictory

Cute

Deceptive

Determined

Dominating

Dreamy

Driving

Droll

Dry

Earthy

Emotional

Enigmatic

Experimental

Familial

Folksy

Formal

Freewheeling

Frugal

Glamorous

Guileless

High-spirited

Huried

Hypnotic

Impassive

Impersonal

Impressionable

Intense

Invisible

Irreligious

Irreverent

Maternal

Mellow

Modern

Moralistic

Mystical

Neutral

Noncommittal

Noncompetitive

Obedient

Old-fashioned

Ordinary

Outspoken

Paternalistic

Physical

Placid

Political

Predictable

Preoccupied

Private

Progressive

Proud

Pure

Questioning

Quiet

Religious

Reserved

Restrained

Retiring

Sarcastic

Self-conscious

Sensual

Skeptical

Smooth

Soft

Solemn

Solitary

Stern

Stoid

Strict

Stubborn

Stylish

Subjective

Surprising

Soft

Tough

Unaggressive

Unambitious

Unceremonious

Unchanging

Undemanding

Unfathomable

Unhurried

Uninhibited

Unpatriotic

Unpredictable

Unsentimental

Whimsical

Gender:

Woman

Man

Nonbinary

Genderless 

Expression:

Masculine

Androgynous

Feminine

Sexuality:

Straight

Gay / Lesbian

Bi

Pan

None

Unspecified 

Eye Colour:

Brown

Hazel

Blue

Green

Red

Amber

Golden

Purple 

Basic Disorders / Diseases*:

Cancer

Cardiovascular Disorder

Connective Tissue Disease

Digestive Disorder

Endocrine Disorder

Hematological Disorder

Immune System Disorder

Musculoskeletal Disorder

Respiratory Disorder

Skin Disorder 

Complex Disorders / Diseases*:

Arthritis

Asthma

Anencephaly

Anophthalmia | Microphthalmia

Anotia | Microtia

Cleft Lip | Cleft Palate

Congenital Heart Defects

Craniosynostosis

Diaphragmatic Hernia

Down Syndrome

Encephalocele

Esophageal Atresia

Gastroschisis

Hypospadias

Microcephaly

Omphalocele

Spina Bifida

Upper and Lower Limb Reduction 

Bladder Cancer

Breast Cancer

Cervical Cancer

Colon Cancer

Endrometrial Cancer

Gallbladder Cancer

Gynecologic Cancer

Head | Neck Cancer

Kidney Cancer

Leukemia

Liver Cancer

Lung Cancer

Lymphoma

Melanoma

Myeloma

Oropharyngeal Cancer

Ovarian Cancer

Prostate Cancer

Rectal Cancer

Skin Cancer

Thyroid Cancer

Uterine Cancer

Vaginal Cancer

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

Type 1 Diabetes

Type 2 Diabetes

Epilepsy

Fetal Alchohol Syndrom

Alchohol Related Neurodevelopmental Disorder

Alchohol Related Birth Defects

Heart Disease

HIV

AIDS

HPV

Chronic Kidney Disease

Meningitis

MRSA

MERS 

Physical Disabilities:

Cerebral Palsy

Spina Bifida

Poliomyelitis

Stroke

Head Injury

Spinal Cord Injury

Visual Impairment

Hearing Loss

Blindness

Deafness

Mute

Chronic Illness 

Mental Disabilities / Disorders:

Acute Stress Disorder

Adjustment Disorder

Adolescent Antisocial Behavior

Adult Antisocial Behavior

Agoraphobia

Alcohol Dependence

Alcoholic Hallucinosis

Avoidant / Restrictive Food Intake Disorder

Alzheimer's Disease

Amnestic Disorder

Amphetamine Dependence

Anorexia Nervosa

Anterograde Amnesia

Antisocial Personality Disorder

Attention Deficit Disorder

Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder

Autism

Autophagia

Avoidant Personality Disorder

Atelophobia

Asperger Syndrome

Barbiturate Dependence

Benzodiazepine Dependence

Bereavement

Bibliomania

Binge Eating Disorder

Bipolar I Disorder

Bipolar II Disorder

Body Dysmorphic Disorder

Borderline Intellectual Functioning

Borderline Personality Disorder

Brief Psychotic Disorder

Bulimia Nervosa

Caffeine-Induced Anxiety Disorder

Caffeine-Induced Sleep Disorder

Cannabis Dependence

Catatonic

Catatonic Schizophrenia

Circadian Rhythm Sleep Disorder

Claustrophobia

Cocaine Dependence

Cognitive Disorder

Communication Disorder

Conduct Disorder

Cotard Delusion

Cyclothymia

Delirium Tremens

Depersonalization Disorder

Derealization

Dermatillomania

Desynchronosis

Developmental Coordination Disorder

Diogenes Syndrome

Dispareunia

Dissociative Identity Disorder

Dyspraxia

Dyslexia

Dysphoria

EDNOS

Ekbom's Syndrome (Delusional Parasitosis)

Encopresis

Epilepsy

Enuresis

Erotomania

Factitious Disorder

Fregoli Delusion

Ganser Syndrome

Generalized Anxiety Disorder

General Adaptation Syndrome

Hallucinogen-related Disorder

Hallucinogen Persisting Perception Disorder

Histrionic Personality Disorder

Huntington's Disease

Hypochondriasis

Hysteria

Insomnia

Intermittent Explosive Disorder

Kleptomania

Korsakoff's Syndrome

Lacunar Amnesia

Major Depressive Disorder

Maladaptive Daydreaming

Malingering

Manic Episode

Mathematics Disorder

Melancholia

Minor Depressive Disorder

Misophonia

Mood Disorder

Munchausen's Syndrome

Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Narcolepsy

Neurocysticercosis

Neurodevelopmental Disorder

Nicotine Withdrawal

Night Eating Syndrome

Nightmare Disorder

Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD)

Oneirophrenia

Opioid Dependence

Opioid-related Disorder

Oppositional Defiant Disorder (ODD)

Orthorexia (ON)

Pain Disorder

Panic Disorder

Paranoid Personality Disorder

Parasomnia

Parkinson's Disease

Pathological Gambling

Persecutory Delusion

Pervasive Developmental Disorder Not Otherwise Specified (PDD-NOS)

Phencyclidine (Or Phencyclidine-Like)-Related Disorder

Phobic Disorder

Pica (Disorder)

Psychosis

Phonological Disorder

Polysubstance-related Disorder

Posttraumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD)

Primary Hypersomnia

Primary Insomnia

Pseudologia Fantastica

Psychogenic Amnesia

Psychotic Disorder

Pyromania

Reactive Attachment Disorder of Infancy or Early Childhood

Recurrent Brief Depression

Relational Disorder

Residual Schizophrenia

Retrograde Amnesia

Rumination Syndrome

Schizoaffective Disorder

Schizoid Personality Disorder

Schizophrenia

Schizophreniform Disorder

Schizotypal Personality Disorder

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Sedative-, Hypnotic-, or Anxiolytic-Related Disorder

Selective Mutism

Separation Anxiety Disorder

Shared Psychotic Disorder

Sleep Disorder

Seasonal Affective Disorder

Sleep terror Disorder

Sleepwalking Disorder

Sleep Paralysis

Social Anxiety Disorder

Social Phobia

Somatization Disorder

Somatoform Disorder

Specific Phobia

Stereotypic Movement Disorder

Stockholm Syndrome

Stuttering

Substance-Related Disorder

Tardive Dyskinesia

Transient Global Amnesia

Transient Tic Disorder

Trichotillomania 

Amputations:

Left Leg

Left Arm

Left Eye

Right Leg

Right Arm

Right Eye

Right Ear

Left Ear

Left Foot

Right Foot

Left Hand

Right Hand 

Other Diseases:

Viral Pnemonia

Vampirism

Typhus Fever

Typhoid Fever

Syphilis

Scabies

Tuberculosis

Plague

Mycetoma

Meningitis

Melioidosis

Measels

Malaria

Lycanthropy

Influenza

Herpes

Hepatitis

Epidemic Typhus 

*Basic as in less specific, Complex as in more specific. **These may not be perfectly categorized or labelled, I'm going off of the CDC website mostly. If you want to roll multiple times, feel free-- if you want to only use some of them, feel free. If any of these need to be removed, relabelled, or recategorized, please message me privately.

[codeprint]

to wake the dead.

They say that mankind has lost it’s favor with the Gods. That they have turned their love and mercy away from humanity, withdrawing due to the corruption that blackens their hearts and minds -- but Prompto is not inclined to believe. Losing, after all, would suggest having it to begin with.

He is of cynics. Born of them, raised by them, and commanded by them. Even with the grace of dawn mankind has not changed. Their ambitions simply shuffled to the backburner, lessons are not learned. What used to be Niflheim splits into seven republics that spend the entirety of their existence at war. It takes a millennia for them to be reunited, for the fighting to cease -- a new Emperor rises to power. Verse Garaile wins wars with technology and brazen, mad tactics and one by one, the seven kingdoms return to one. The plague ravaging the nation does not help matters, nor does the wars the inexperienced Emperors waged with the outside world. There is no prophecy to cure this, no hope, only science and human force of will.

And so upon the throne he researches what those before him left behind.

Prince Bellum Prompto Garaile is the product of a lifetime of research. The dna of the sacred lineage of old Lucis and the oracles of Tenebrae is gathered from ancient bones in secret. The result is infused with the forbidden magic of Niflheim. The culmination of light and dark, married in the form of a boy they hoped would command both. Prince Bellum shows promise immediately, able to commune with the innate magic of the planet, with them monsters of the night, and the dying crystals that power the magic of their nation. The first innate magic user in nearly two millennium, but he holds no candle to the light of the Kings of Lucis.

Still, he is the first summoner. The first one able to form a covenant in eons.

Without the line of the Oracle or the True King to keep the tales alive, they have only legends and myths to go on. Bellum is gifted the ancient trident and sent upon his way at age twenty, alone, as that would be safest. He shifts to his middle name, Prompto, as so many other boys are named after the heroes of the legend. And with only scraps of information to guide him he begins the hunt for something he’s not even sure exists as the world says they do..

He does not find Astrals.  All that he finds are spirits born of the light and legends, with such precious little power. Spirits who know nothing of gods and only know to fear the darkness that is once again beginning to encroach on their land. The closest thing he finds to an astral is a beast born from legend of a monsterous wolf that survived Shiva’s touch, and while he forges a pact with it, Fenrir is no god. He is aggressive, stubborn, and capricious - but no god. He can provide no answers, for he was born well after the Gods turned their gaze from the world for the second time. He simply tells the boy that Niflheim has never been home to Gods, he best seek elsewhere.

The sylphs direct him across the sea to Leide, where the gnomes tell him gruffly to Cape Caem. From there, the undines send him all the way back to Lestallum. It is an exhausting journey, made no easier by the sheer amount of effort it takes to traverse the increasingly dangerous nights, and at the end he’s about ready to call it quits. Exhausted, the Prince turns to head for the nearest motel -- but the wind stirs, his attention shifts.

There is a man leaning against the railing. His eyes out on the cavern that supposedly, once housed Titan.

The man is perfectly ordinary looking. No different from so many he’s passed on his travels. But something.. familiar stirs.  Prompto stands there awkwardly, debates whether to approach - but that curiosity wins out over common sense. Covered in dirt and soot, he steps forward. The spitting image of a young man who died eons ago.

“Uh... Excuse me, but -- are you, uh,” he falters at once, suddenly realizing he doesn’t know the name of this mysterious man he’s been chasing. He only knew what the spirits had told him, that there was one remaining person who could tell him all he needed to know of the Astrals. “Are you... the astral expert?”

[proficiency-in-brewers-supplies]

Variant Aarakocra

[torpekonyvek]

The Proverbs of Ashendōn. gnOme, 2017. ISBN-13: 978-1544126326. 96pp. $6.00.

The litany of a parallel, venomous wisdom, The Proverbs of Ashendōn veer from the broken narrative of their initial occlusion, to the lucidity of theologico-literary madness as a new topography of knowledge. As an inverted deity, “Ashendōn comes bearing gifts.”

“Each page herein has a pair of proverbs, each pair apparently procreating further pairs���further proverbial couplings—unto and until the very last one, which understandably stands as a symbol not only of the whole endeavor (The Proverbs of Ashendōn) but also, and all the more so, of these ‘Proverbs’ as ashen ‘Postverbs’: Postmortem/Post«mot» ‘Proverbs’. The Proverbs of Ashendōn are in hindsight—looking back from their last page (Spolier Alert!)—spelled-out, spilled-forth and spoiled to the point of putrefaction, petrification, and pulverized carbonation: a return to, and/or turn into ash. In the end, to quote Beckett’s Endon (morphic mirror of Beckett’s Murphy) or better yet—worse still—to quote the unnamed/unnameable Endon of Beckett’s Endgame, all that the reader will have seen in proceeding through The Proverbs will have been ashes, naught but ashes. In the end, in Ashendōn, nothing but ash: ashen grey, deathly white; the final symbol uniting the (w)hole is the ‘debased cornucopia’ (Ashendōn’s words) of a fitting funereal urn, ‘symbol of the age’. What appeared to be couplings—procreative pairings—were in fact only the ongoing onanism (‘onanistic…repetitive patterns as a kind of fuel’: an ongoing funereal fire) of one already expired, already post-pyre. … On the last page, Godot-like (Note here, now, that there is no need for Spoiler Alerts, since everything is already spoiled), the sole proverb states at last that ‘Ashendōn is coming’—ya viene Ashendōn—but at this point, in this pointed proverb (this singular one following page after page of pairings), it is evident that everything which could have come has already/onanistically come.  All is here/herewith Ashendone.” — Dan Mellamphy

“There is a story of an old wise man who, on a trip to Mount Shasta, wandered into Pluto Cave, a giant lava tube that extends over a mile below ground. He walked deep into the cave, gingerly gliding his fingers against its ashen walls of andesitic lava, his left hand not knowing what his right hand was doing. In a moment of pure perplexity, he soon discovered the small, raised remnants of what felt like braille against his fingers. Upon further inspection, he noticed that they were inverted carvings (like the ones lovers might etch into a tree) from someone writing from the other side of the wall, that is, from inside the ancient rock. The wise man could not read it, so he put his nose up to it and smelled it. It whispered back: ‘205.’ ~ Is that not an odd story? I don’t understand it at all.” — Liesl Ketum, Humbert Divinity School

“The direction of human philosophical development has, for the past thousands of years, mostly been against systems and behaviors that pose an immediate threat to our self-indulgence, both physical and mental. The world from which The Proverbs of Ashendōn arises is a darkly surreal mirror of the world we recognize and live in, in which a fulfillment-seeking human species is snared spider-web like between socialization and total individuation, fastidious materialism and occult speculation, mechanical movement and conscious spirit. In it, humankind is now crossing the dark psychological terrain between every representation of these two poles, taking its writings with it. Ashendōn is the Charon of this crossing. The pages of these Proverbs reverberate with hypomnemata cum anathemata, vague undercurrents, and void-echoed self-suggestions that the current timeline of history is one in which certain eventual discoveries about the human species will reveal some ultimate, true nature or aspect of reality, or some reason or purpose for the existence of everything, an unnamed key to life itself that is given to all humans to understand; but a key that takes the form of a door, to a vast, cryptal librarium of portmanteau coinages and oscillating meanings, of luxuriously worded juxtapositions where the gothic mind and hell-spawned modern thoughts mix, of poetic musings and chaotically pointing typographic arrows. Dually displaying total presence of mind and oracular dementia, The Proverbs of Ashendōn manifests as a backwards/oblivionwards book of hypomnemata, one that implicitly recognizes-slash-solemnizes the protean realities of language, symbols, pictures, and their lost origins in early human history. At the same time, objectivity, cynicism and language all triangulate into words and symbols that are hostilely left to the reader to impart meaning to. All categories, all states of human behavior, sciences, sociolinguistics, events both historic and prehistoric, religions, beliefs, and origins, all are subjects here, as are absence and void. The Proverbs of Ashendōn leaves no stone unshattered.” – oudeís

[zehamstercage]

Whoa Tess you have a million characters how am I supposed to know any of them?

Some shitty summaries of some of my OCs below the cut. By no means a comprehensive list - I’ll probably keep adding them in the future ‘cause boy howdy there are a bunch of them.

Nija

Tiefling warlock. Current character in @mypotheses‘ Fus Ro Yeah campaign, so while I’ve worked out the bare bones of her story, most of it has yet to come to light. Self-assured but mostly keeps to herself. On a mission, which currently seems to be to Do Angry Magic to anyone who threatens (her) kids or people who can’t defend themselves. Surprised when people look out for her. Team mom and actual mom. Laughs a lot but cynical af re: the world and everyone in it. A huge liar but at least most of her lies so far have synched up with the group’s intentions so it’s all gonna work out until her patron starts asking her to do real shit. She also hasn’t had the chance to use her mask of many faces yet and that’s a crying shame.

Demi

Originally a human mercenary, but most recently reskinned as a goliath monk as a backup D&D character. His story varies a bit depending on the world he’s tossed into, but the constants include a life of crime cut short by a bullet that should have killed him, and the ensuing shift in perspective that leads him to pursue a better life for him and his younger brother, Oleander. Spiritual af but has grievances with organized religion. The kind of person who can stay serene in the face of an apocalypse, which can be somewhat unsettling because he’s also capable of extreme violence without blinking an eye. Powerfully-built, the better to give good hugs and great piggyback rides.

Ollie

Also originally a human, but reskinned as a goliath with his bro. His story also varies depending on the world, but the constants include his struggle growing up with epilepsy and a family that refuses to give him the medical or physical/emotional support he needs. He struggles with his self-esteem and needs a lot of support, but he’s doing his best and with Demi looking out for him he’s gonna do great. Grade A sweetheart, does his best to make everyone around him smile and make sure no one feels excluded or lonely - he knows those feelings well and would do anything to spare someone else from feeling them. 11/10 doing his best.

Mal

Human engineer. Also, murderer. Just wants to be left alone with his wife, but life has other plans for him. Nicknames literally everyone. Can figure out how pretty much anything works by taking a little time with it. Loves to tinker, loves to build things. Works himself to the bone so he doesn’t have to sit alone with his guilty conscience. Makes really good coffee but can’t cook for shit, except for a few meals which include insects. A good chameleon dad. A good dad in general. Liable to adopt ALL the children. Refuses to work for free, but has been known to construct elaborate projects at the whim of an at-risk child for the price of ‘a smile’. Struggles with mental illness but copes... mostly.

Audrey

Human in most iterations, still working on adapting her to a high-fantasy setting but she and Ains will probably both be half-elves. Journalist, doesn’t pull her punches, could accurately be described as “three ounces of whoopass” and doesn’t care who knows it. She came from a physically abusive household, which really only served as a whetstone to her spirit and has left her with a complete intolerance for sitting idly by while vulnerable people are taken advantage of. Although she’s a few years younger than Ainsley, she is fiercely protective of her big sister and took a lot of the brunt of her dad’s anger because she knew that what was happening was wrong and was too stubborn and too angry to let Ainsley get hurt. (I can guarantee you 100% she’s going to be a paladin when she’s adapted like there really are no other options she’s gonna s m i t e those assholes)

Ainsley

Also human in most iterations, but Ains has been through the wringer in terms of genre because I love her a lot. Like Demi and Ollie, the specifics of her story do change depending on the verse, but the constants are her upbringing in a physically abusive household. Ainsley’s always been a lot quieter and more sensitive than her sister, and struggled with the lasting traumas she endured. She studied journalism with her sister, but leaned more toward magazine design, and after school went on to start her own mag with her boyfriend and former classmate. She managed to convince herself that it was the beginnings of the white picket dream for a long time, but the longer she stayed the more it paralleled her life with her father and the more it scared her. I’ve mostly played her from the moment that she discovered she was strong enough to leave the relationship and explored her learning how to exist as someone she never really thought she could be. She’s tough as nails in that she’s allowed herself to stay soft in the face of a lot of reasons to become jaded, and though her path of self-discovery is rough, she’s doing a good job. She loves storytelling, and it’s important to her to help people tell their stories in whatever way she can.

Mouse

SMASHY GNOME BARBARIAN. A tiny ray of sunshine and murder! She was a one-shot character, so her background is only a basic outline, but in summary she has a close connection with the natural world in her tribe’s territory and learned to channel her rage in the defence of her family and her animal friends. She’s besties with Aator, an eagle, and his spirit lends her unnatural strength when she rages. She is illiterate and resents people who lord their bookishness over her, but she’s a fierce friend and defender of her home and the natural world. She is nature’s wrath, and she’ll kick your ass with a brilliant smile the whole time.

Rat

So, fun story, I’ve had two characters named Rat and boy howdy they’re both Adventures but in super duper different ways. Rat in his current iteration is a Fun Time if you enjoy sewers and people who look a little bit like really tall pale skinny zombies. And music. To say that Rat’s grip on reality is tenuous would be an overstatement. He’s completely comfortable in the dark corners of the world, with only the rats and spiders for company. When he does emerge from the shadows, it is only to engage an unsuspecting guest in search of song. Rat lives and breathes for music in all its forms; he hears it in the trickle of water and the squeaks of rats, the whistle of wind and the thudding of heartbeats. He hears it in conventional song as well, and he searches tirelessly for the perfect melody - that miraculous chord that might inspire his Maya to sing again.

Frank

Human coroner. Doing his best. The kind of guy who got bullied a lot because he’s about an inch thick with giant glasses and exactly zero temper. Living with depression for a really long time, but he’s doing better now and he’s got his life kind of under control, he’s content with his job, and he has a wife and he adopted her daughter and! things are good! He loves his family a lot, and he is happy working quietly on the sidelines doing his part to make the world better. Even if it’s only tending to dead bodies and making sure they’re treated respectfully and that their families find as much peace as possible. I may or may not have him rolled up as a necromancer too sshhhh he’s doing his best.

[theunderdark]

Chapter 5: The City of Blades

Our intrepid adventurers have so far escaped drow captivity, witnessed the razing of a city by a powerful demon lord, travelled for days through endless caverns, losing and finding friends along the way, and are now sailing towards Gracklstugh, the City of Blades…

In the boat:

The cunning gnome JimJar

The thoughtful wizard Sariel

The brave dwarf scout Eldeth

Your pal Adrik the bard

The kindly cleric Miri

Poor Bree the halfling, lifeless but for her freaky, twitching arm

Stool, shivering in fear and clinging to

Akta, the sensitive but deadly tiefling rogue

Hemeth Ironkeel, a duergar rescued from Sloobludop,  

And an empty seat where your fearless dragonborn friend Torinn should be.

Alone on The Darklake

The rescued duergar claimed that Gracklstugh, his people’s city, was 5 days sail away by boat. The group quizzed him cynically about his intentions, his history, and the nature of the city, demanding to know whether he could secure their safety.

Hemeth explained that Gracklstugh is an industrial city, its forges kept alive from the fire of a red dragon called Themberchaud. To the group’s concern, he also mentioned slavery and hard labour in the metalworks. 

Most of the city is off-limits to non-duergar, and the city is policed by The Stone Guard, an elite private militia who have pledged to protect the city and its leader, the DeepKing Horgar Steelshadow. Indebeted to you, it seemed all he wanted was to buy you a hearty round of drinks.

Suspicious, but hopeful that they could find some way to the surface, and keen to head in the other direction from the newly awoken demon, the group sailed on.

The boat narrowly avoided rockfalls and dangerous underwater obstacles, thanks to some mysterious but highly effective transmissions from Bree.  

Miri used powerful magic to speak directly to her, learning that she was hiding in a forest on another plane of existence, a savage wilderness filled with fiends and monsters that whispered the name Demogorgon. She was able to make out a three-towered fortress in the distance, topped with fanged skulls.

True to form, Akta gave her no advice or reassurance whatsoever, but was satisfied by the idea that Bree could somehow warn the group of possible dangers ahead.

Hemeth Ironkeel…

Four Doomed Dwarves

Working in shifts for 3 days and nights, Adrik’s magical campsites were extremely convenient, providing much needed water and recuperation.

Nevertheless, a senseless attack from a mad aquatic troll was fended off, thanks to JimJar’s fierce don’t-mess-with-me powers, Akta’s blinding shuriken, and a vicious mockery of words from Adrik. Hemeth also threw his javelin into the lake needlessly.

But Hemeth was to prove a worthy comrade on the following day, when he skewered an annoying bat-like stirge that was hassling the boat.

On the fourth day, another boat appeared on the lake. Eldeth was quick to recognise them as her dwarven compatriots, and they were in high spirits!  And dwarves they certainly were. Never before had the group seen such dazzling, lustrous red-haired beards flowing from the chins of these four women. 

The dwarves explained that they had left their hometown of Gauntlgrym, on a mission from King Bruenor to establish new trade contracts with the cities of the Underdark. 

So far, they had been unsuccessful. Eldeth, their scout, had been captured in Velkynvelve. The Duergar merchants of Gracklstugh seemed loopy and had kicked them out - although they had heard of a Dragonborn working there. And now Sloobludop had been destroyed? 

They didn’t believe your hallucinations about demons (”they’re just folk takes!”) but intended now to head for Menzoberranzan, the City of Spiders, before eventually returning to the surface via Blingdenstone.

They invited Eldeth to join them, but after some alarming hand-signals from Bree, she was convinced that should she do so, she would never make it back to the surface alive. And after all, she exclaimed, “these brave folk are my kin now!” They wished each other good luck.

An Ominous Arrival

The next morning, Adrik used his powers to confirm that Torinn was indeed somewhere in Gracklstugh. The air became warmer and thicker, and soon the sounds of clanging iron and steel were ringing in the wind.

A large city, set back from the shore, was ahead. On JimJar’s suggestion, the group decided to pretend to be traders from the Zhentarim Clan. The boat was abandoned by a “welcome” pier and the group set out on foot, Akta carrying Bree’s body with Stool’s help.

Approaching a massive bronze gate, six heavily armoured duergar suddenly appeared from behind. A harsh voice hissed from a nearby crossbow slit: “State your names and business!”

Despite some audacious attempts at diplomacy from Miri, Adrik and Hemeth, the guard was not convinced by any of their brazen lies. However, a cryptic message from Bree led JimJar to offer a dagger as a bribe. Despite her lack of discretion - “ooh, isn’t this dagger nice!” - the plan worked and the guard nervously accepted the offer. 

“Go to the Darklake Docks and find a duergar named Werz Saltbaron. Give it to him. Tell him that they are gifts for Gorglak. He’ll know. And I will check with Werz at the end of my shift! If it isn’t there, I will have you all arrested.”

He vanished, and Bree confirmed that some duergar have the ability of temporary invisibility.  

With a groan of heavy machinery, the inner gates opened and a gust of hot, ash and smoke-filled wind rushed in. Compared to the quiet of the Darklake, the roar of furnaces and the sound of hammers striking anvils was overwhelming. They had arrived in Gracklstugh.

The City of Blades…

Reunited in Room Eight

The group’s journey to the docks was not as straightforward as they had hoped. 

At the ramshackle Darklake Brewery, Hemeth learned that another Clan had taken over the Ironkeel business. He steeled for a fight but the group managed to stand him down. Bree alerted the team that the newly brewing kegs of ale were likely poisoned.

Inside Ghollbrorn’s Lair, an underground inn, they saw all kinds of races but few duergar. A serving lad explained that this was one of the two inns in the city that would serve “outlanders,” and rolled his eyes at the idea of days and nights. Here in Gracklstugh, time is measured in “rotations” of hourglass oil lamps.    

Another of Bree’s messages from the beyond was decrypted by JimJar, who set out with Akta to find Torinn in room eight. Meanwhile, Hemeth bought a round of ale, declaring a toast! Optimistically considering his debts repaid, and feeling conscious surrounded by non-duergar, he downed his ale and left abruptly. 

Before they could consider this, Torinn arrived, to great acclaim! 

Hearty food was a welcome sight in The Ghollbrorn’s Lair

Dragons, clerics and other complications

The group were eager to hear how Torinn had come to be here in Gracklstugh. Similarly, he was overjoyed to once more be together with his companions!

Torinn explained that he had been kidnapped by Duergar who had forced him to work in the city’s forges, hammering out spiked rocks for its catapult defences. Fortunately, he had met The Keepers of the Flame, a group of powerful psychic clerics who had recognised him as a dragonborn.

The Keepers work for Gracklstugh’s leader, DeepKing Steelshadow, helping him crush any potential mutinies. They also manage Themberchaud, the great red dragon who keeps the city’s smelters ablaze. 

Every morning, The Keepers meet Torinn outside his lodgings at Ghollbrorn’s Lair, telling him if he is needed for work. And if so, they escort him to the dragon’s cavern and back, each timing crossing some kind of deep trench.

Poignantly, Torinn described how he had become very fond of the dragon, working as his assistant (though under constant watch from The Keepers). Torinn had learned that Themberchaud was tragically doomed to be slain before he grew too strong. The Keepers have been secretly nurturing another dragon egg. 

Shocked to see that Bree was no longer entirely alive, Torinn suggested that the Keepers might be powerful enough to revive her. 

Noticing that the oil lamps were burning down, the group set out for the Docks.

Assassins, interrupted

The streets became crowded as the group entered The Blade Bazaar, an intriguing market of treasures, weapons and armour. They counted ten stalls in total. 

Another message from Bree was interpreted: someone here might help the group to leave the city. But all this bustle was considered a distraction, and they marched on, soon feeling the cold air off the lake. 

A number of large galleys, and dozens of smaller sail craft were moored on the jetties. It was eerily quiet, but for a lone duergar at the end of a pier. Bree warned the group of assassins nearby, and Adrik indeed heard footsteps, but nothing concrete could be ascertained. 

So, very carefully, Miri called out to him, in such a delicate tone that the figure knew at once that she could be trusted. He started down the pier.

But before conversation could begin, two duergar clad in black cloaks appeared, cutting him off. They pulled out glowing blades and went to attack! 

He cried to the group desperately for help, and JimJar jolted the assassins long enough for him to confirm that he was indeed Werz Saltbaron. The group rushed to his aid. Eldeth held back, taking care of Bree.

Adrik stormed in with his mace, Sariel unleashed a cloud of daggers, and after Werz had been stabbed in the gut, Torinn and Miri stabilised him with spells of healing. Akta deftly seized one of the assailants by the neck, and soon the two would-be murderers were both unconscious. 

At the sound of approaching Stone Guard, Werz persuaded the group to flee, though not after Adrik had (rather uncharitably) stolen his wallet. Demanding that he quickly explain himself, the group learned that this was some kind of inter-clan quarrel, as both his and another clan were trading with merchants in Blingdenstone.

Werz was brought to the nearby Shattered Spire Inn, where Adrik paid for a private booth, and where the next move (and what food to order) was thoughtfully considered. And with Eldeth and JimJar now firmly part of the group, the BASTAM Adventurers were gloriously renamed to MajeStab.. (!)

[sunnysynthsunshine]

The Young Ones: Spirit Student(Yu Yu Hakusho crossover) (one-shot) (unfinished)

It was like any other day in the neon lit streets of London

On the tv you’d see the queen, you’d see prime ministers and big ben taking centre stage but if you look closely you’d see fascists, rebels, drug dealers and gangsters

In a detached house near Yorkshire was a bunch of siblings

A cantankerous Scotsman called Angus (the eldest),a soft hearted Welshman called Dylan (the second eldest),a Englishman called Arthur (the middle child) and the irish siblings Connor (the youngest),Brian (the oldest) and Kelsie (the wallflower of the family)

Angus stabbed his fork into the sausage resting on his plate as he and his siblings were very distant people he would’ve rambled about politics but he already did that at the pub earlier,Dylan and Arthur just talked about the weather and Brian rambled  while connor and Kelsie just watched tv together

Top of the Pops was on and they lightly moving their heads in time to the ear candy that was Duran Duran.

Kelsie was a bit of a bad girl, well sort of she did the work her teachers set for her and she wouldn’t talk back to them but on the inside she disobeyed almost every rule and due to bullying being a regular occurrence sometimes she would get in fights usually ending with a bloody nose or her legs covered in bruises.

The Next Day was nothing special,she was just walking on her way back home from school when for a moment everything became nothing, all she could hear was a car screech,a slip and someone pushing her out of the way back onto the pavement                  

“Get out of the way you fascist bastard” yelled a loud aggressive English sounding male voice as the young man flicked a inappropriate gesture at the car before standing up, calming down  and putting his badge covered blazer back into place

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there it wasn’t directed at you it was at that fascist driver he could’ve killed me and probably you too,I’m Rick,Rick Pratt

On the other side of pavement where a bruised Kelsie had landed she was sitting feeling eclectic sensations in her body almost like that of a supernatural being

“I’m Kelsie” she said as she sat on the hard surface looking as cold as the weather staring at this strange individual that had previously pushed her out of the way of incoming traffic.

“Now I must dash my brothers would be wondering about my wearabouts” Kelsie said as she tried to sit up but failed”

Everything felt still, Kelsie couldn’t even hear the traffic, her body felt numb and cold as she scratched her arms frantically

Rick then helped lift her up

“What happened there?”  Kelsie asked confused

“You died” Rick answered sarcastically

How? When? What? But I didn’t get run over I remember my green cross code

You almost got ran over until I saved you

Saved me? From the traffic? Wait so wouldn’t that mean that you’re dead too

I’m already dead I just took my human form when I was walking it’s kind of of a purgatory thing really

PURGATORY? So I’ll never be able to see my brothers again

In a few days however you are at the spirit stage at the moment

Then let’s go and see if my brothers have noticed

Kelsie and Rick then went round to Kelsie’s house

Angus and Dylan were watching the news while Angus grunted in his strong Scottish accent “Shouldn’t Kelsie be home yet?”

Arthur sighed cynically and said well you know Kelsie always getting into trouble

Brian smirked and said “Oh trust you Arthur someone who’s been in trouble with the police since your punk days” before laughing sardonically

“Shut it you Mick Garden gnome” Arthur yelled before starting a fist fight

“I wonder if Kelsie is a zombie” Connor wondered as he watched music videos on the television

A zombie what gives ye that idea? Brian asked bewildered kicking a staggering Arthur in the knob

“Well I saw her walking across the road while I was on my way here and then she leaped onto the other side of the pavement lifeless and limp I think a car might’ve knocked her over”

After a bunch of screaming Angus asked “Didn’t anyone bother to phone a ambulance?”

Nah nobody noticed and there were no phones around

“She’s a dead lass alright”

“I’ll hold a wake for her” Arthur said

While they started the preparations Rick and Kelsie were walking through town with milkshakes in hand

“So how did you die Rick?”

“It’s a long story me and my university mates had started a bank robbery before trying to escape using one of the buses before falling through a billboard of Cliff Richard”

“you’re not serious are you?”

“that actually happened We were trying to change the world after being evicted and left on the streets ironically on that same day I found out my parents had died”

“Wow” said Kelsie interested in Rick’s anecdote

“I hate the world, particularly the government Maggie Thatcher is why we all got evicted I had plans to become a anarchist poet to help give people a message”

“I’m on the same boat I originally lived in Northern Ireland but me and my brothers moved closer to the rest of the family here in England due to the conflict there”

“What plans did you have?”

“I had plans to probably be a writer or a activist or a singer of a band, but then again I’m a lonely twat with no friends how on earth can I achieve that”

“I can play the guitar you know maybe I could join your band” Rick boasted before kneeling down timidly trying to look away”

“What’s wrong rick?”

Rick shivered and said “Him” pointing to a young punk man with a orange Mohawk, chains, and sliver stars on his head walking through the neighbourhood with the sound of his loud steel caped doc marten boots following him

Oh I recognize him he goes to my school he’s in a year above me

“V-Vyvyan” Rick mumbled as he stared at Vyvyan from below

You know him?

I used to live with the bastard YES OF COURSE I BLOODY KNOW HIM

HE HATED ME HE SET ME ON FIRE HE TRIED TO KILL ME HE WOULD BEAT THE SHIT OUT ME AND WOULD TORTURE ME EVERYDAY HE WAS A UTTER UTTER BASTARD

Kelsie then smirked and said are you into leather Rick? It sounds like he was a great roommate Kelsie answered thinking perversely

STOP BEING PERVY and I guess leather is a comfy material to where but that’s besides the point  

Hold on a second why is he going to my house?

Rick blinked for a second and looked “that is a bit peculiar isn’t it?”

Meanwhile Brian and Connor were putting some of Kelsie’s belongings next to a picture of her while Angus smoked, Arthur drank and Dylan lit some candles

Vyvyan entered the lounge of where the wake was taking place

“Am I late?”

“Nah lad the wake has just started and who are you?”

“I’m Vyvyan,Vyvyan Bastard I go to Kelsie’s school I,I, Vyvyan struggled to think of words for the sentence as he stuttered in his gravelly voice

Connor then explained to Angus that Vyvyan fancied Kelsie but was too shy to tell her when she was alive

While two familiar spirits also were wandering outside blushing  

[sophisticatedgnome-blog]

A Servant’s Heart is a Magnet for Your Personal Branding Success

by Steve Baker, The Sage Meanderings of the Sophisticated Marketing Gnome

The little phrase, “The more you give the more you get,” tends to be greeted these days with chuckles or rolling eyes. Damn cynics have all but destroyed this divine adage, but I challenge you to listen with new ears and consider with a better mind the depths of meaning this phrase still holds and how it can affect your business and professional relationships.

 A friend of mine recently posted a quote that got me to thinking how we need to resurrect the above axiom and remind the masses of its true power.  As a reader and student of personal development, and as a writer on marketing and personal branding, I hold those words dear.  Always have.  For me, these words resonate as far back as my childhood and were commonly muttered by my parents and grandparents while imparting various much needed life lessons.  While I took it to mean that selfishness was bad it wasn’t until adulthood that its prevailing truth began to reveal itself.

 Let’s look at this concept differently by utilizing the wisdom in the following quote by Zig Ziglar, “You can have everything in life you want, if you will just help other people get what they want.”  Isn’t that really the same thing?  Get it now? I think Ziglar’s approach is to appeal to today’s selfish side first by grabbing your attention with the words you really wanted to hear “You can have everything in life you want,” since that is, unfortunately, the mindset of professionals today. Only then to tell you how to get it “if you will just help other people get what they want,” by approaching your life and your business from a more altruistic perspective.  

 The truly selfish have already tuned out I’m sure so let’s move on to those willing to listen.  It’s my opinion that if you must give begrudgingly then just don’t. Just don’t do it at all!  Quite frankly it’s damn insulting.  I, nor those around you, will likely have the patience for all that insincerity and they will definingly see your true motives shining through your wolf’s teeth. So, with all this discussion of giving freely how does it all work Little Red?

 A popular term used these days, at least in my circles, is a servant’s heart.  In personal branding and marketing, I truly believe it is a key factor in making the whole thing work.  For me, it’s a business philosophy.  It’s a way of conducting my business and my interactions with others by providing answers to questions, giving away professional advice and assistance without always expecting something in return.  This is hugely powerful yet foreign to many!  Everything you do doesn’t have to be tied to an invoice.  

 I love it when people call, email or text me with a question or counsel. It’s a huge compliment as they clearly value what I have to say.  And you know what?  I give it. I’m all about providing value-added content on my websites and blogs as well.  I love giving deserved referrals to my professional colleagues.  I don’t do it expecting anything in return but here is the kicker you’ve been waiting for – it always comes back!  It will also come back as an invoiceable event.  

 Now, there are doubters on every topic and I quit trying to convince other people of anything years ago. You either get it or you don’t.  Like my opinion and agree or not.  I hope you do because in this, well, I firmly know I’m right.  If you’ve ever been on the receiving end of help when you needed it and have the wherewithal to produce appreciation in your heart and mind you will agree it’s true. The more the receiver appreciates your kind gesture the more impactful even the smallest action can have.  When you leave people with a positive memory . . . they can’t help but remember you!  Never underestimate the profitability of leaving behind the warm-and-fuzzies for they are investments that pay later.  Be a little patient grasshopper.  Same is certainly true of our bad experiences yet we seem to doubt that the opposite can be true.

 The world is afflicted by the cancers of greed, pessimism and apathy.  If you perpetuate it, you are not only part of the problem, but you aren’t the kind of professional that people will want to align themselves with very long.  They’ll figure the real you out and you will be excised like a malignant tumor!  The growth of a personal brand is fed by your authenticity and the countless messages your brand conveys.  People are drawn to the like-minded or people who have a tone and clarity of spirit they can get behind.  Most respond positively to acts of kindness, caring attitudes and exceptional experiences as they are palatable ingredients to any brand.  By operating your business (you) with a servant’s heart mindset, you attract people that will get behind your brand.  They will support it with referrals, with good word of mouth, and by purchasing your product or services.  I started to say that business today, but honestly, successful businesses have always known these basic tenets to be true.  It’s time you learn the same is true in the business of you.  

Steve Baker is the author of the upcoming book “Prominent – The Tenets of Personal Branding” and CEO of Sophisticated Gnome LLC. 

The Sage Meanderings of the Sophisticated Marketing Gnome

www.sophisticatedgnome.com 

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Overhearing the name ‘Helioborg’ didn’t do much to help the spirit ease herself into comfort. It had taken quite a bit of wandering to find herself here but she was informed enough to recognize the name. While there had been a great deal of time where the people here were known to kill spirits for the sake of the incredible strength. Even though these practices had been buried for more spirit-friendly technologies, Edna despised them. 

     “So gross... If they’re not strong enough on their        own, then they don’t deserve our strength...”

Although muttering to herself, she stood oddly close to a human that she swore couldn’t see her.