#Cormyr

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

AD&D - Cormyr Cover Art by Paul Jaquays

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 8🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Fracas at the Frostyfaire Folk Festival

Timestamp: 34:54

Video Length: 4min. & 45sec.

Research into Cassandra and Ruvina + Learning about Oblivati Mori (Pt.1 | ‣Pt.2 | Pt.3)

Fig: "Do you want a Bardic?"

Fabian: "I can... Hey, The Ball? Let me help."

Riz: : "Okay, yeah. It's just-"

Gorgug: "Can I have a Bardic?"

Riz: "It's just the dust mites."

Fig: "Do you want some help?"

Riz: "I'm a little worried about the dust mites!" 😭✋ (Murph's CONCERNED FACE! 😭✋)

Fig: "Here!" *starts to play* 😭✋

Riz: "Oh no! It's okay!" 😭✋

Emily: "If you see me wink, you get a Bardic." (😭😭😭😭✋✋✋✋)

Murph: Okay, okay. (*blocking Emily's winks with his hands*! 😭✋)

Lou: "Can my Bardic just be that I run screen?" 😭✋

Fabian: "No, no, look at me. No!"

Emily: "Don't you want it? Don't you want it?" (😭😭😭😭)

Murph: "Okay, right off the bat, dirty 20. Should I throw this on there and try to-"

Emily: "Yeah!"

Siobhan: "why not?!"

Lou: "Come on, baby. Let's cook."

Murph: "26."

Lou: "We stay eatin'!"

Brennan: "Hell yes."

Ally: "A feast."

Murph: "So afraid of dust mites. Are there..." 😭✋

Brennan: "So I think you're going through Rana's stuff, which is all the actual, the poetic... She was the cleric of the group, right? And you're going through Cormyr's stuff. Cormyr was a sorcerer, but you actually see, for someone that was innately magical, Cormyr had very meticulous notes, beautiful script, and has something written out which is a long... You can tell it's a copying of another text. As you arrive at it, it's basically, he wrote a glossary literally for the possibility that they would all die on this mission, and another group of adventurers would find this stuff and could pick up where they left off."

Emily: "We should remember to do that in the future." 😭😭😭✋✋✋

Siobhan: "Put it on the board. Put it on the board!"

Brennan: "You find-"

Gorgug: "A for Adaine."

Brennan: "You find-"

Adaine: "That's my name! What?"

Fig: "I think it's the information, not us." 😭✋

Gorgug: "Oh, well, how holistic is it?"

Adaine: "Catch up. Stop thinking about-[inaudible]"

Riz: "I texted you this stuff, man!" 😭✋

Gorgug: "Got it." 💀💀

Brennan: "What you see is, there is the beginning of a text that is written- and I think that... Adaine, go ahead and give me one more- give me actually, an Arcana, 'cause you rolled History. Give me an Arcana real quick."

Siobhan: "I did roll History...23."

Lou: "Sexy." 😂💀

Brennan: "You are able to point out- you know that what you're looking at is not a spell. But Adaine, you're familiar that there's lots of kinds of magical writing that are not spells. There's ways of annotating things that are magical laws or precepts, and what you are seeing here is a dually arcane and religious axiom of magical law of Spyre. And what you see is it says, "Obliviati Mori."

Emily: "Remember you will die? Or forget you will die?!" (👀👀)

Brennan: "Clerics call it Obliviati Mori, but you see that as an arcane rule, it is called the Law of Theothanatic Silence."

Siobhan: "So that's when a god dies, you forget their name."

Brennan: "Yes. But you see that he's writing down all the mortal stuff you already know. When a god dies, you forget their name. When a god dies, they're scrubbed from existence. When a god dies, da da da da da. But you guys also know that for all that being said, 'Yes!' is dead because nobody believes in it, but people remember 'Yes!', right?"

Siobhan: "Oh, we all remember 'Yes!'." 😭✋

Brennan: "You all remember 'Yes!'."

Zac: "I'll never forget that thing."

Siobhan: "They had a cogent philosophy that we comprehended deeply."

Ally: "Maybe we should forget, though." (😭😭✋✋)

Fig: "Just to be clear, when I was talking about becoming a paladin, it was for 'Yes!'." (😭😭✋✋)

Kristen: "Wait, what? No, no!" 😭✋

Adaine: "Wait, for 'Yes!' or for 'Yes??'" 💀💀💀

Zac: "I'll never forget that thing sliding out of-" 😭✋

Ally: "Yeah, sliding out of that hole." 😭✋

Siobhan: "Just so wet."

Murph: "That thing getting pooped out of space." 😭😭✋✋

Brennan: "Basically, there is an intense series of rules and restrictions, but you see this rule doesn't apply to mortals. It applies to the gods."

Siobhan: "Oh! So the gods also forget the name?!"

Brennan: "They do not."

Siobhan: "Oh! And that's why we remember Yes!, 'cause we're all gods!" (😂💀 IMAGINE! 😂💀)

Brennan: "You're all gods! Obliviati Mori is a precept that binds deities to not evangelize or even speak of fallen deities to mortals. In other words, it's written out as a precept of basically like, if a god succumbs to some form of death, they become archfey, they become a demon or a celestial rather than a full deity, if they only have a few dozen followers and another god kills them and they don't have the strength to withstand that, or if literally, in the most extreme cases, their name is fully forgotten, other deities are not allowed to effectively remind mortals of their existence."

Siobhan: "So does that mean that the person who wrote the note that is supposed to be from Lucy was actually a god?"

Brennan: "It makes it very unclear who could have written that. Because you're in this weird position where you guys can all write Yes!, you can write Cassandra. This god is one whose name has actually been forgotten or scrubbed by every single mortal."

[silent-words]

Hosted a DnD game today (btw can I use "host" if I'm the DM and it's in my house? Is it a right verb?). It was a part of a long campaign.

My players persuaded tiny fey to leave by giving each of them a peach. They fought a staircase and drank ale with a dragon (a drake, really, but that will suffice).

Also the patron their party, a rather young and immensely powerful female wizard, Faustina, received a gift from an unknown person. A gift in a form of a purple sash, no less!

A bit of lore: the action takes place in Suzail (Cormyr), where people wear purple to show that they want to go into a romantic relationship. Also giving purple pieces of clothes is considered to be a romantic gift.

[candlekeep]

Transcript:

February 9, 2023

FireWraith — Minor question related to naming and Cormyr - Azoun V's full name was given as Azoun Rhigaerd Palaghard Duar Obarskyr in the short story from Best of the Realms. Is that sort of naming scheme (three middle names) common for the nobility in Cormyr, or just the royals, and what would the full names of some of the others be, particularly his mother Tanalasta?

Ed Greenwood — That sort of naming scheme is common for EVERYONE in Cormyr, high or low, who wants to preserve special family names (e.g. beloved grandmother/grandfather, famous ancestor), so a Hullack woodcutter could be "Brace Arjack Hilmaeron Dunlace Shanguld." (And would be free upon adulthood to pick any of those names as what he wants to be daily called by.) Nobles and royalty in Cormyr use it for the same reason. Tanalasta has a whole bunch of names (of various great-aunts and long-dead queens) that the heralds wanted to hang on her, but her mother Filfaeril said "NO" and so she's Tanalasta Faerla Jaszra Fee Obarskyr. The "Fee" she added herself upon adulthood, to honour her mother, who was "Fee" to her friends and family, and "Queen Fee" to the servants.

– From the Greenwood’s Grotto Discord server.

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[dark-and-kawaii]

♡ An Incubus, A Paladin, And Their Princess ♡

Artist: @kkekaart ♡

[chopper-witch]

Btw there is a portal between Cormyr and Waterdeep that was supposedly shut down bc of protest from trade guilds but it still exists and Queen Filfaeril (lovingly known as Queen Fee) used a magic statue to talk to Blackstaff away from the prying eyes and ears of everyone, including the royal High Wizard. She is also Elminster’s daughter.

Queen Raedra is in charge now after taking over for her brother. She executed her first betrothed for worshiping Shar and dismissed her second one for unknown reasons, both before she became Queen.

Also adventuring isn’t allowed without a permit and all weapons must be peace tied.

University of Suzail is located in Suzail, named such after the founder’s mother Suzara.

Cormyr recently had to fight back Netherese (yes, that Netheril… aka that orb in Gale’s chest) and Sembian forces.

Anyway

I know everyone imagines Gale returning to Waterdeep to become a professor (this may be canon iirc) but hear me out: Gale goes to Cormyr to become a professor at University of Suzail. Cormyr is Elminster’s home after all and academically outpaces Waterdeep. He also still feels the eyes judging him over his failed attempt at wooing Mystra and the whispers that follow.

So he ends up as one Professor of Evocation Magics at the University of Suzail.

What happens next? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(I know. Cause this is totally self indulgent)

[naughtypaws]

Oh hello, I wasn't posting for a while! Have some Zevlor x Tav, that belongs to @dark-and-kawaii 💜 Full piece here.

[astarionposting]

DRAGONS DO NOT FEAR BLOOD.

Frey & Lofn | Part II

Thank youuu again @dark-and-kawaii for lovely Lofn <3 she is so beautiful and it was hard to not take 100 screenshots of this lol

also yes this is literally my fav scene to photograph for thirsty posts like this... the lighting.. the poses... expressions ALL SO GOOD

[spunky-89]

How They Met

A/N: Wow time flies! Sorry this took forever but I had a lot going on these last few weeks and life just decided there was no time for writing. It’s short, and I kinda feel like it sucks, but this is the first actual fic writing I've posted in over 2 years, so I'm a bit rusty tbh

Anyway, here is the first of hopefully many blurbs/stories of Luna & Zavrik. Zavrik belongs to lovely @dark-and-kawaii, thanks for sharing him with me 💖

Luna'leivel nearly cried in relief when she was finally able to rest after a long round of 'tests'. She pulled herself into a corner and curled into herself. She then started quietly humming a lullaby her nanny taught her many years ago. It helped her to focus on something other than the throbbing of her body and its many wounds. 

To Luna, time passed strangely during these moments. The moments of rest after a particularly rough day, where she'd retreat into her own mind to regulate her emotions and numb the pain. It usually was long enough for Luna to feel at least somewhat better, but on that day it felt like all too soon that her mother, Iliae'vel, was nudging Luna with her foot to stir her.

At that moment, her surroundings shifted rapidly as the pain and dread of having to move caused a new, strange, sensation.

Suddenly, the relative darkness and stuffy air of the basement she knew as her home was replaced with bright sunlight and fresh, crisp autumn air. For a moment, she was awed that she was actually outside. Her body then harshly reminded her of her situation when her knees buckled and pain shot through her from her unhealed wounds, adding a new array of fresh ones from hitting the ground.

The wind was knocked out of her and her senses were muddled, whether from the pain or sudden magic that brought her here, she wasn't quite sure. She tried to take in her surroundings, but her ears felt muffled and her eyes blurry. Getting nowhere with her assessment, Luna curled onto her side and pressed her hands to her eyes. She tried to focus and center herself, panic would not aid her in this moment. So, despite the pain in her chest, she tried to take a handful of deep breaths to collect herself.

Beginning to regain her senses, Luna looked up to see a tall tiefling male coming towards her rapidly. She could tell he was speaking, but she still couldn't quite hear right and it sounded garbled. The man reached out to help her as she attempted to right herself, and her senses cleared just enough to hear him ask if she was alright and where she came from. 

He quickly crouched near her and offered a helping hand to steady her. Luna gripped his forearm and struggled, but managed to sit up on her knees with his assistance. Once settled, she held a hand to her ribs to try to dull the pain of breathing and tried to answer his questions. Despite her best efforts, every time she attempted to open her mouth to speak, a sharp pain ripped across her face. Though she tasted her own blood, she kept trying while pained cries slipped out more than words. Noticing her struggle, the man was quick to hush her.

"Hey, hey, take it easy,” He spoke softly as he gently turned her face to assess the damage, “maybe don't try to talk right now, your face is banged up pretty good."

The man started to look around as Luna caught her breath. As they sat for a moment, she started to take in the man's features. He was tall, or at least much taller than her, and broad, wearing ornamental but practical armor with a sizable sword strapped to his back. When he looked back to her, his face showed concern, and while he didn't seem to hold ill intent, Luna was still wary. Even so, Luna knew her chance of escape was limited, so she chose to take the aid of this stranger.

"Do you think you try to stand now?" The man asked.

Luna took a breath and nodded. She grabbed at his offered forearms and readied herself to get up, but the shouting of her name and running footsteps froze her in place, the terror all but paralyzing her.

The man, who seemed to notice the shift in demeanor, moved to stand and face the incoming party.

A tall, thin, well-dressed woman whipped around the corner, her face filled with cold fury. However, her expression rapidly shifted to one of false concern and relief when she noticed there was someone else in the alley with Luna.

Shaking, Luna placed one of her hands on the man’s arm, almost tugging at him.

"Please, don't let them take me back."

[y-rhywbeth2]

Sometimes the evil-aligned churches end up getting new laws just for them.

For example, Malarites often breed horrific monsters to set on the world. In Cormyr they tend to loan them out so that the nobility can have something interesting to hunt for sport (this being one of the reasons they're allowed to worship Malar legally).

And now there's a law that states that Malarites can only release these monsters under supervision and command of the local authorities after "a Malarite priest hired by one noble family “accidentally” unleash[ed] monsters into the estate of a rival noble family."

God, I love fictional nobles. They're terrible, but they make fantasy worlds so entertaining.

[heirsofthedragon]

Frey & Lofn ♡

Thank you @dark-and-kawaii for letting me feature your lovely Lofn in some romance shots with Frey <3

[phatburd]

🔥🔥🔥

[eliteseven]

....guess she wasn't a fan of the rhyme after all lmao

[alpydk]

OC Smash or Pass

Tagged by @coreene (Thank you!)

Tagging @auroraesmeraldarose @judasiskariot @laserlope ummmm @weaveandwood (I don't know who has been tagged for this.) @the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep

Rules: pretty self explanatory. Include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. The “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (i.e.: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

***

Nana isn't being smashed (Sorry, guys. She's just not that kind of changeling.) - Thomas, however....

Thomas - The Lionar of Cormyr

Thomas, originally from Cormyr, was captain of one of the Purple Dragon armies, eventually becoming a member of the nation's spy network. During a mission towards Baldur's Gate, he came across the changeling Nana, and was finally able to be free to live the life he wanted.

QUICK FACTS

Height: 184 cm~

Age: 45 ~

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

PROS

Skilled in combat

Calm under pressure because of years of military experience

Charming because of psychological training

Very determined, will get the job done

Willing to help anyone (Took out Cazador)

Can speak multiple languages

CONS

Dedicated follower of Bhaal

Extremely manipulative and coldhearted

Will kill someone if they serve little purpose to him and will enjoy it

Cares only for his own cause

Currently dead and inhabiting the body of Nana

You'll fall in love with him and then find there is no escape.

[dark-and-kawaii]

𓂃₊ ⊹ Breeding The Princess

─ ♡ Summary: It was like she was in heat, like she couldn't get enough, “Plea~se~ nah-need y- yo-you… Please-” She was whining now, pleading with him, begging him. Even though her hands held him firmly to the floor, she was the one at his mercy.

─── ♡ Pairing: Zevlor x F!Tav/OFC

─── ♡ Content: NSFW - Breeding Season - Breeding - Creampie Galore - Filled To The Brin

“I-I~ f-fu’neeed mor-re” she pushed all her weight into him, toppling him down to the marble flooring, his cock never slipping from her sopping wet depths.

Her hips bounced up and down, faster and harder.

Her breasts swaying rabidly with each movement.

Zevlor could feel how her velvet folds clenched around him, could feel her muscles working his cock- desperately trying to milk him for more of his seed… for all that he was worth.

Zevlor was exhausted…

They had been going at it for what felt like hours, and if he didn’t have back problems now, he was sure that he would get them by the end of the night. But he didn’t mind, it’d be worth it for her.

Lofn was so beautiful, and the way she was riding him was more intoxicating than the alcohol that spilt on his tongue earlier.

“M-my dear, I- I-“ His legs trembled with each bounce, his voice was shaky as his eyes struggled to focus.

But her eyes, oh her eyes, they were full of lust, desire, and need. Her body glistened with sweat, and her skin was flushed with the most gorgeous pink hue. as his own was… If it could get any more red... The only thing keeping him awake- keeping him hard, were the waves of pleasure coursing through his much older body. The Paladin was almost afraid of passing out while she was still using him, “I am old you kn-hah-know?” He half chuckled, half groaned with every thrust, but Lofn did not stop.

It was like she was in heat, like she couldn't get enough, “Plea~se… My Zevlor~ nah-need y- yo-you… Please-” She was whining now, pleading with him, begging him. Even though her hands held him firmly to the floor, she was the one at his mercy.

She was so hot, so warm and tight… Zevlor had long forgotten about the grand event they had slipped away from, how her wonton moans could probably be heard from down the hall. He just couldn’t bring himself to care… Though he couldn't help but selfishly fantasize- hope that arrogant mage on the council was just outside these doors, listening to the woman he loves moaning and pleading for a foulblood's seed…

Lofn's breathing was heavy, laboured. Her words, her pleas, her whines, her moans and gasps, were music to his ears, and he never wanted it to end.

Zevlor saw how she was biting her lower lip, how she was rolling her hips in small circles when she came down.

He didn't want to cum, didn't want her to stop riding him, he wanted her to stay there- on top of him, forever. She had unlocked a feeling he thought long passed. And by the gods, he would give her anything, would do anything for her to continue to want him. Though, he feels- knows that she will continue to want him, to desire him, just as he desires her.

His hands reached for her hips, his thumbs stroking the soft flesh, and her body shuddered. He could see it, feel it, as her orgasm built up once more.

Zevlor sat up, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, holding her tight to his chest, keeping her nice and pretty on his lap, “Tell- tell me again- m-my light…” His voice was breathless as he thrusted up into her- that meaty tip of his pushing his previous load deeper inside of her, “please, tell me what you w-ah-nt-“

His hips relentlessly slammed against hers, his hands holding her in place, as his cock buried itself to the hilt. Her pussy molded to the shape of him, snug and wet- as it should be, as she was made for him.

Oh how he watched her, admiring the way her head rolled back, as her mouth gaped open in a silent scream. How her eyelids fluttered and her eyebrows pinched together.

She was breathtaking.

He could feel the mixture of his seed and her release squirt from between them, dripping down their legs and onto the flooring.

When her eyes opened, her pupils were so blown that the blue of her irises were almost non existent.

Her hands found his face, holding him gently as she caressed him, a drunken smile spread across her lips, “Need you~ Need your love, your cummm~ Wan’- want- h-have mn’more children-“ Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery, “Y-your children, please myy love.” She met his eyes, those eyes she could always get lost in, and pressed her forehead against his. Their breaths were shared before their lips met, kissing deeply, and passionately.

But his brain was having a hard time processing everything. Children? Did she say more children?

His heart stopped.

He wasn't sure he had heard her right.

More?

She wanted more?

From him?

Him?

An old, battle scarred man, with more years behind him than ahead of him.

And yet, and yet she was sobbing, clinging to him, wanting him- needing him… Begging him to breed her like some- some broodmare… Her hips unrelating in their movements.

In one swift motion, he flipped her onto her back against the cold flooring, and continued to rut into her, pounding her, taking her- his hips a blur of motion.

The room was filled with the sounds of her voice, moaning and gasping, and his name. His name on her lips was heaven, it was paradise.

It didn't take much longer for him to spill into her, his hot thick cum filling her once more, his balls pulsing, as the pressure of his release had him shaking, his legs trembling, his tail curling.

Lofn cried out his name- she could feel it, how the thick sticky heat of his seed pooled inside her, how her tummy distended, as he filled her- gushing past the veiny cock that tried to seal it all… He was quick to silence her, his mouth hungrily claiming hers, his tongue plundering the cavern of her mouth.

He would give her more.

He would give her many, many, many, children.

As she wished, as she desired.

Emptying the last of his seed into her accepting womb, her pussy clamping down around him, milking him, trying to draw out as much seed as she could…

His hand found her thigh and carefully he brought it up, his thumb tracing gentle circles as he maneuvered her leg over his shoulder.

She was insatiable, and it was driving him mad, in the best ways.

He stayed, staying buried deep inside of her, her walls fluttering around him, and her pussy pulsing with her orgasm…

Her body was calling out to him, and he could not refuse.

His hips pulled back, and slammed against hers.

He knew the night was far from over.

Zevlor had a lot of seed to give, and Lofn was the one to take it.

He was going to make sure that his beautiful princess was properly bred, and that her belly was filled with his child- no- many, many, children... Her body was his to worship, and he was her willing servant.

And little did Zevlor know, his selfish thoughts had come to fruition… That damn mage, Caelum, who had eyes for the Thayan princess was indeed standing just outside those doors. His fists clenched, and his eyes were full of fury as jealousy consumed him.

How could she choose that disgusting filthy mongrel over him? Had he not given her everything? Were their times in bed not pleasurable? Gritting his teeth, Caelum’s fingers twitched, magic was already pooling within his hand…

But the guard beside him, the one who had escorted him, cleared his throat.

That's right... He wasn’t alone…

Though his anger did not subside, Caelum turned his gaze to the guard, the look he gave could kill.

But the guard only returned his look, his eyes glancing towards the door that was keeping the mage from Lofn.

The guard had the same blood that ran through his veins, a lowly filthy hellspawn. It was Lofn’s brilliant idea to bring in a few of the refugees from Elturel to Thay and give them… purpose…

And Caelum, the high born purebred elf, the one who should be above such filth, the one who should have been between her thighs, was forced to walk away, forced to leave his precious princess in the arms of a foulblood.

She deserved better. She was an angel, an empress, a trained warrior… a goddess among men, and yet, here she was- fucking some tiefling, breeding like a common whore.

Glancing back, Caelum glared.

She deserved someone who could keep up with her, who could match her stride and skill… Someone young like her instead of a man who was already close to deaths door..

As the night began to still and the moon was at its highest peak, a Paladin and his princess lay in the embrace of their afterglow. Their bodies entwined, their breaths soft, and their hearts beating as one while they slept. They were both exhausted, completely and utterly spent. Her body was sore, and her pussy was full of his thick seed, the rest slowly leaking from between her thighs.

The door creaked, and the light from the hall spilled into the room revealing Korgus and Aedric, both dressed in fine garments.

“Seems like we found the missing Princess,” Aedric smirked, his eyes glancing around the room- a mixture of clothing strewn across the floor and the smell of sex lingering heavily in the air, “And her faithful Paladin...”

Korgus snorted, “It would appear so…” He said, watching as their chests rise and fall in their sleep, noticing how Zevlor held her protectively, “I bloody hate to admit this but, he’s proven himself to be a good man- and a fine “shield” as the people named him, of Thay.” He paused, a small smile gracing his features, “He truly cares for our princess- for your sister, and would go to any lengths to see her safe and happy, no matter the cost... As any of us would, or should do. He would put his own life on the line for her... Even if it meant the end of his days, I don't think he would hesitate.”

“Mm” Aedric hummed in agreement, closing the doors and shrouding the room back in darkness, allowing the two their well earned rest.

[steamclouds]

what place would Voradras like to visit?

Icewind Dale and the Spine of the World, he may be afraid of heights and snow-blind, but one day he wants to stand atop those mountains.

Also Silverymoon!