#Fara Dragon

[despereaux7]

WIP of my Skykid d&d character's new outfit.

Her name is Fara and she's a paladin of Aurora~

[askswordfrisk]

*Meanwhile while Chargon had watched Stella run off… Fara was seen in a corner*

*Fara was reading a book in the corner witnessing everything… She floats up to Chargon*

*Chargon looks down thinking…*

*He sighs softly, crossing his arms*

*He flies off hoping to find Stella*

*In the distance about a mile from the orphanage in the void Stella is holding their head as cracks in reality form around them. Voices are heard of various kinds*

Art by @xjunjox

[faranae]

Neer

Found out about the death of someone I know (in passing) through a damn Reddit post scrolling through memes on /therewasanattempt; "To get treatment in USA".

A series of screenshots. Two of Neer's final posts on Bluesky complaining about health and insurance difficulties, and one of the announcement post on Furaffinity that he'd passed.

"Oh heeey it's 'Neer! This isn't a furry sub, it'll be funny when someone points out who it is." "Oh, fuck American healthcare. He's pretty sick, huh?" "Oh. Oh, what the fuck. No."

Emotional roller coaster over about 40 seconds.

Like, I know there was some shit over the years but it's weird having it be someone you've actually spoken and interacted with over a decade and a half or so, you know? And finding out through a Reddit post while looking at memes. Didn't expect this to be such a gut-punch.

Fuck.

[muralikesgames]

Just a normal day in Skyrim.

[sorieba]

my dnd party recently saved someone who they didn't know was actually next in line for royalty (...after overthrowing the other queen)

[who-hoot]

🦇 A special memory you have!

I have taken the Xtrans', as translator for the rest I'll go first.

When we travel we do not go unscathed, we go into restricted areas and usually end up in one fight or another. I was freshly evolved, still handling the output of illusions I could do, the strength in my new limbs.

There was a Tyrantar, angry as could be for trespassing. We had been fighting hard together as a team but all five of us could hardly put a scratch. I had tripped, struggling to get my footing, and Fara had practically thrown me out of the way.

They crumpled of course, humans are not meant to take such hits, especially from such a strong Pokemon, but they did it. Again and again through the fight they kept getting back up to try keep the Tyrantar away from us. Eventually Blaze stepped in and we managed to push back enough to get decent space to flee but I'll never forget it. The conversation we had afterwards, the sheer recklessness, the long trip to a town as we waited for Gliscor to give us reports on Fara's health, and the awful celebration afterwards on our discovery of Tyrantar territory.

It is, special, that month of stupidity. Fara has done a lot of rash things but I do think letting Blaze near balloons was the second worst choice in that entire month. Only second to forgetting that half the team cannot eat chocolate and ending up taking us to get tacos.

[inkedcerulean]

an alliance in waiting | chapter two

jacaerys velaryon x fem!frey reader

summary: after the war is finally over, you meet the prince.

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of war & death

general notes: semi-non-canon-compliant. rhaenyra permanently succeeds in taking her throne. jace and baela are not betrothed. ulf and hugh do not betray rhaenyra. helaena lives. following canon, daemon, aegon, and aemond are dead.

reader does have a backstory, but she has no name or descriptors. i have added some minor ocs (her siblings) and some of them do have silly names, but so are some of the names in asoiaf.

jace taglist: @hotdhoe @chimmysoftpaws chocotorta2027 @drvcosstuff @emilly-adopted-mcmann @charlottelaffin @suniika @princessofthereach @twilightzone24 @ghizlana @yohanseyebrowmole @fairyjuhak22 @francislovergirl @viserraslawyer @ackerman0-0

TWO YEARS LATER

Morning light seeped in from the high windows of your chambers. You shivered; there was a chill in the air, even though it was mid-spring. Muffled footsteps told you that the handmaidens scurrying about. You paced around the room, taking in the quiet of the early hour.

The door opened then.

Fara, your handmaiden, widened her eyes. “My lady…” she began.

“Good morrow, Fara,” you said, smiling, though however forced.

Fara was carrying a tray with a snood. “Might the lady want to have her hair out of the way when she goes sailing?”

“Yes.” You think of the dozen times that you had forgotten something for a journey or for the day in the towers, and Fara had always been there to remind you. “It always escapes me, doesn’t it?”

Your dress, which Fara helped you put on, was gray and muted, but you much preferred simplicity. The shawl over your dress was wolf fur from the North, protective for the bracing breezes. The Prince was soon to arrive, as Fara told you, and you could not help but feel an anticipatory fear of him.

You stepped out into the hall to break your fast in the Great Hall, your footsteps quick and loud. You kissed the five of your siblings on the cheek, who were already seated, albeit groggy. Your mother most likely forced them to get up, to save herself from any embarrassment of not having the host family up first before the guests.

Thimbus and Dannis, your youngest brothers, were looking at you expectantly.

“Sister,” Gunther started. “Are you nervous at all about the day’s schedule?”

“Yes, I am,” you said, not wanting denial to stir up any teasing.

“That is wise,” he responded, splitting his roast ham in half. “I will miss you when the day finally comes when you will be so very far away from us.” Despite his kind words, the familiar mischievous look graced his face, as if he found your lack of agency amusing.

Marsella and you exchanged a look of quiet camaraderie; you smiled to thank her.

It was hard to believe that the wedding would take place in about a month. Weeks ago, when the guest list had been presented to you, you had looked over it with a transformative pain in your gut. This was all too real. The arrangement was made two years ago, but that time had moved quickly in your own waiting.

As you looked out your window to the Green Fork, you remembered how you dreaded this day at first. It was a cautious thing, facing a dragon and its rider. The Dance of the Dragons, as the maesters were keen on calling it, was infamous for its violence in dragonfire. But the war was no longer, and your betrothed unharmed, or so the maesters said. You heard whisperings of a scar on his neck. The specifics were unknown to you, but you were curious as to find out if the Prince was willing. 

Though curious as you were, you could not help but wonder what violence you were marrying into. Calm as you tried to be, you were still anxious. Your mother would not have secured this if she thought it was a danger, so you had no choice but to trust her.

“The Prince Jacaerys Velaryon of Dragonstone has arrived.”

You hesitated for a moment, looking down at the crumbs on your plate. The food in your stomach was turning. After taking a deep breath, you got up to treat with your parents and the Prince on the bridge outside. As the guards led the way, your heartbeat quickened. Although they were there to protect you, you felt as if they were leading you into a dark pit of which there was no escape.

The first thing you saw when you took your first steps outside was the dragon. It was not as monstrous as you imagined, his frills the color of the orange pastries you loved, and scales as green as the hills around you. You held your gaze eye-level.

Queen Rhaenyra had sent twenty of her men, two dragonkeepers, and two of her Queensguard to oversee his stay. Many at the Twins thought it aplenty, but you could not blame her; times of war bred caution. That was not something so easily shed.

You stood at the West Tower, your lady mother and lord father beside you, looking out as the Prince now stood before you, his men behind him. There were several things you noticed about him: his short stature, his striking red cape perched atop his shoulder, and the furrow of his brow that was because of the sunlight, mayhaps.

“Good morrow, my Prince,” you said, curtsying.

“And you, my lady,” the Prince said. “The Riverlands have not much changed since I last set foot here,” he continued, looking at both of your parents. His gaze drifted from you three to the Green Fork ahead. A flicker of amusement visibly phased over him. Perhaps, you thought, that he was thinking of how he won the Crossing for his mother. 

Your mother spoke. “This time, I hope, is a much less distressing reason.”

“I will see to it that it is.”

“We are glad that you are here, my Prince,” you said. “And that the rightful queen took her place on the throne, as she should have long ago.”

“My thanks to you.”

You nodded.

“How fares King’s Landing?”

“Well. My mother sends her greetings in good faith.”

“To her as well.”

You and your parents began with a tour of the Twins. You approached Jacaerys, giving him a curt nod. “We would like to begin with a tour of the castle, if it pleases Your Grace.”

“Yes, of course,” came his reply.

You followed both the guards and your parents to the Water Tower, walking next to the Prince with a few feet’s distance between. It was not difficult to keep pace with him. 

The Water Tower was the lone turret that stood at the center of the bridge, equidistant from both towers. It was where all your guests stayed. Your friends and their families would frequent this accommodation. Until two years ago, when you had a falling out and the war started soon after. You had written letters to them in this peace time, and had gotten only some responses. And from this, a great despondency grew within you.

Would this be the same with the Prince? You had held your friends near to your heart, but time and abandonment had turned your heart to stone. If, gods be cruel, there was another war, would it take your to-be husband from you too? And to be partners in marriage was no cure to your loneliness. You wanted romance but needed friendship, and you feared that your wishes for the latter would go unanswered. A betrothal would only distract you.

You ascended up the curved steps in silence. It had been so long since you’d been here that it felt intimate yet foreign. How could it be, that this was part of your own home, and yet you felt uneasy in this space? His experience in this new place for him was a microcosm of your own future; you were soon to be sent somewhere new for eternity.

The guest chambers of the water towers were generously furnished. When there weren’t any guests, Thimbus would sneak out here at night, for he often swore that these featherbeds were more comfortable than his own.

“Here are your chambers, my Prince,” your mother says.

“This looks very comfortable indeed,” he smiled.

The Prince stood there, several feet away from you and your family. He looked somewhat out of place there. It was then that you realized that it was silly and foolish to think of proceeding with the courtship in your home rather than at the Red Keep. Choosing to show your heart to a stranger and how lonesome it really was, compared to a bustling setting where people and distraction were common, was a shameful, impractical choice.

The boat departed when the air was still chilly. Your parents had left, which you were grateful for. However, the only presence that remained were Prince Jacaerys, and the guards, who remained mute.

You took advantage of the ample room on the small boat as you sat next to the Prince. It was turning into a beautiful day and the wind was calming, but the same could not be said for your nerves. You knew that it was impolite to stay quiet for so long, but you could not think of anything to say.

“I have not taken a boat in some time,” Prince Jacaerys said, looking around you. “I had forgotten what it’s like to travel by air.”

You turn to look at him. “You sailed in King's Landing?”

“A little, the first time I lived there. Ser Laenor taught me all he knew.”

You looked out at Vermax flying in the distance over the hills. Many times you had seen birds fly in the same area, but now there were none; it was a simple, banal sight then, but now you ached for the mundane. Would everything in your life be replaced by the Prince’s company?

He noticed that you were looking at his dragon, and he told you about how Vermax’s egg was put in his cradle, and how when he was a boy, he would train him in the Dragonpit with the supervision of the dragonriders.

“The day I taught him to breathe fire, he burnt a goat. I was happier before than after the fact. Proud of the fact that he burnt a goat alive, but saddened to see what remained of it.”

You nodded.

“Would you like to meet him?”

“Now, you mean?”

“After the boat ride. I can inform one of my guardsmen to go to the dragonkeeper to feed Vermax. He is more temperate if he has just had a meal.”

You chuckled, though it was a small distraction from such a prospect. It was inevitable for you to cross paths with his dragon one of these days, and you felt it was more convenient to make your introduction sooner rather than late. Imagination could sometimes be more monstrous than reality.

“I would like that,” you said.

Prince Jacaerys smiled, close-lipped but apparent.

It was dusk by the time that you both made your way to the western hills. There were stone steps leading through and a few trees littered through the landscape. You looked up at the clouds, then down at the steps. At quiet times like this, it was easy to see everything as gray and sullen. This, you thought, was the reason why it was one of your house colors, the blue towers on an expansive gray field. The dragonkeepers made their camp here to keep watch on the dragon.

At once, your ears perked up to the sound of the dragon’s call. You startled imperceptibly, and Jacaerys eyed you. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” you said.

You both carried on in silence, though it was uncomfortable for you because of your reaction. You then spotted a flash of orange amongst the green, and then you saw golden eyes peering at you.

One of the dragonkeepers, to the left of Vermax, bowed before the Prince and yourself. He greeted Jacaerys in High Valyrian and then turned to you. “My lady.”

You curtsied at him.

Jacaerys approached before you, walking slowly but with confidence. If it weren’t for his eyes, Vermax looked asleep, his head pointed low on the ground so that some blades of grass brushed his chin. The dragonkeeper was near, seated on a log now.

The Prince came to a stop. “Dohaeris, Vermax.” Without hesitation, he reached out, placing his hand on his snout. Vermax’s mouth curved upwards, closing his eyes as he breathed like a cat purred. You saw the gentleness of Jacaerys’s manner. He stood straight, proud, but not overbearing with it.

He turned towards you, the movement swaying his shoulder-clasped cape. Keeping his other hand placed on the dragon, he held his other hand out towards you and raised his eyebrows. You stepped forward and took it, letting him lead you all the way to his scales. They were coarse against your skin, but you kept them there.

“Iksis ziry jāre naejot kipagon?” asked the dragonkeeper, frowning.

You frowned too, though for the reason of not understanding what he was saying.

“Lo jaelza naejot,” he responded. “Would you like to ride with me?” Jacaerys asked.

You imagined it, taking to the skies on a marvelous creature. You knew the power that you were being offered, even though you were only borrowing it.

“He is beautiful,” you said. “But if it does not offend you, I will forgo.”

“Offend me? Why?”

“Rejecting an offer from the Prince is generally ill-advised,” you said.

He smiled, pleasant and comely indeed. “You needn’t worry about that.”

[bull-at-the-gate]

Still on my dragonborn hyper-fixation bs because of Baldur’s Gate

(in between violently resting my wrist because carpal tunnel *and* cysts popping up right on in there)

I started this just practicing simplifying different body types, I think I still have a lotta room to improve; but, what this ended up being was trying to see if I could kinda break up my dragonborn designs to have more diverse facial structures based on different creatures.

Going way too in depth under the break (like a lot, be warned)

Shocking no one, I used a little bit of real scientific theory in what I based each chroma pictured here on.

White Dragonborn

Sehkmet is an outlier however because I mostly use monitor lizards for her references and there’s uh, not too many reptiles in the cold areas white dragons usually reside in. But I can apply the volume rule! Which summarized is why there were so many megafauna during ice ages, the more volume an organism possesses, the more efficiently it retains body heat.

So with more practice honestly, I’d like to get better at drawing her bigger. But essentially in my head, white dragonborn would be the largest chroma of dragonborn on average, Sehkmet herself is just grazing 7’

They have an easier time packing on fat and muscle and can deal with cold weather the best with a dense layer of fur/proto-fur like structure that covers the initial base of scales

Black Dragonborn

What I recall of the normal habitat of black dragons is that it tends to be swampy. I designed a crocodile based black dragonborn a long time ago, and just pulled from there. So I leaned slightly into basing them on piscivorous reptiles. Semi-aquatic adaptations leftover, even if they don’t live on coasts or in marshes.

So thick paddle-like tails are considered the norm in black dragonborns, I think a cool trend that’s be popular with younger black dragonborns would be painting the raised flat portions of their tails with bright colors or designs.

Speaking of looks, very shiny scales, any black dragonborns that have fur or feathers would similarly have them very sleek

Much like white dragonborn, they build muscle and fat stores easily, a well-fed black dragonborn could rely on fat stores for almost a year if necessary.

Blue Dragonborn

I’m a bit undecided on blue dragonborn, mainly because I only have designed and played one and don’t know too much about blue dragons off the top of my head, so this is me making stuff up. Since their breath weapon is lightning, I like the idea of leaning towards high altitude animals.

They don’t have as much pressure to be able to continuously produce a lot of body heat or go without food, so on average, they shed extra fat and muscle quickly if not careful bc fast metabolism.

Very colorful, plumage and frills type, they’re pretty boys I don’t make the rules.

Great eyesight, especially if they lean more bird like. Rip Fara, eyes taken from you too soon (ignore the fact it’s my fault)

Red Dragonborn

I wanted to get a little prehistoric with red dragonborn, canonically red dragons are pretty evil aligned and malicious, so I wanted to make red dragonborns look a little exotic(?). Give them a facial structure that to other species and even dragonborn might be difficult to read (permanent rbf?). Red dragons tend to favor badlands, mesas, and mountains which is very fun.

Titus is a bit of a special case, he’s got a case of too-hot-ouchie-itis. Aka, the peril from wof treatment. Too hot to touch. But on average, red dragonborn don’t run as warm as would be expected. They’re from hot climates so their bodies wouldn’t need to have gotten good at producing high body heat

On that note, they tend to not be fans of cold weather. Dragonborn aren’t reptilian or cold-blooded, so it doesn’t have any extra negative impact. RDs just tend not to enjoy it

They got beef, muscle development is top tier. A lot of RDs naturally have pretty dense musculature but it’s not the most obvious

I like the idea, with red dragons being pretty quick to violence, that RDs skin is kind of loose around the neck and thicker than most other dragonborn

Gold Dragonborn

Ok, here’s where I had very little to go off. Gold dragons are solitary, regal, and not picky about environment from what I could find. So I said fuck it, they’re snakey, idc if some people have preconceived ideas that snakes are evil. These dragons and dragonborn are snakey. And I also, admittedly, don’t have a lot of ideas of common traits or things like the other chroma as of now ;-;

Anyway, this has been another instance of: *putting too much thought into arbitrary things to justify why I gave a dragonborn a crocodile face and another dragonborn a snake face*

[ninnifer]

Decided to do an illust of what Kirsi currently looks like in the campaign, along with her little dragon companion, Fara 😁

[booksandrandomfandoms]

JOMP day 28

This months favorite

Definitely loved paladins strength!

Delicates is sad and cute at the same time? 😅 idk the ending just made me happy 🤷‍♀️

Bound by dragons is interesting… Fara (a side character) is hilarious & I love her 🤣 kinda want to see how these characters are introduced in the main series since this is just a prequel🤔

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[despereaux7]

Sketch of my skykid d&d character, Fara, in her corrupted form. The good her is getting a slight redesign, so evil her needed to be updated as well :v

[askswordfrisk]

*As Chargon spoke his piece about his creator, Stella became bitter once again…*

*They slowly set down. As their feet touch the ground, it sounded like glass was cracking under their feet*

*Cracking noises around Stella’s feet grow louder*

*Fara saw enough and floated towards them*

*Stella and Chargon to meet Fara. The cracking stop*

*She turns to Chargon*

[lilybug-02]

Thank you for lettin me info dump! im going to start off with the theme and the most flushed out character i have!

In my au, everything is the opposite, mainly the theming of many of the characters. of course, to trully get this right, the characters have to be other characters. so instead of Noelle Holiday, we will have Jackie Hallow, whose themes have shifted from a scared christmas reindeer, to a brave/cocky halloween werewolf. instead of being smart and scholarly, they are on the school's sports team with berdly's replacement. in the dark world, she's switching from ice themed to ones of fire instead, with snowgrave being replaced by one that resembles a witches pyre, with a ring of fire obscuring anyone on the inside. also her outfit switches to a Red riding hood theme, to go along with the wolf aspect of Jackie. Please let me know if you want to hear more about the other characters!

O. M. G. I love this concept! It sounds like it has its own unique twists, while still keeping it close enough to the original theming!! (the names definitly keep it original tho 0w0 sounds like it could be its own fun game hah!) The prospect of the Christmas theming to Halloween theming is genius and I can only imagine the fun switches with the other characters! Kris could be Faris? Fara? and literally just have a similar color scheme to Frisk rather than Chara. Susie... could be more nice? Maybe fairy like to offset the dragon-like/sharptooth appearance? EEE this sounds like a very fun AU idea.

[omgkalyppso]

WIP Whenever

I missed Wednesday but I wanted to start a dragon age wip to honor @ghostwise's tag. dfhdfghdf

I'll tag @boghermit, @lucius-the-sinful, @sevarix-blogs, @razrogue and YOU.

And if you're dipping into the DA fandom for the first time, or for the first time in a long time -- please especially consider yourself tagged!

So I'll share two things. The first is whatever this will turn out to be. Farasuta Tabris is a City Elf Warden who put Anora on the throne.

‘Too many elves in the palace,’ was the common refrain that followed Cyrion, Shianni and Soris’ steps through halls filled with fête and finery. “You’re wearing thin, Shianni. Even after everything, I don’t know if Fara could defend you here if you exploded at a guard,” Soris warned. “Well, how dare they,” she hissed, angrily, without subtlety. But as she wasn’t entirely without discernment, she lowered her volume. “Today of all days when they have an elf to thank for stopping a Blight of all things — an Archdemon that could have razed all of Ferelden.” “Truly,” Cyrion agreed with quiet wonder, turning about as he walked, admiring his surroundings — tapestries of spun gold, paintings that one could fall into, stonework that must have taken the labor of hundreds of hands. “To think they’d celebrate our Fara, an elf from their Alienage, here.” “It only took a Blight,” Shianni pouted, bitterly. Soris sighed heavily, making brief eye contact with the elven servant that led them to the audience chamber. “And we lived to see it,” Cyrion added kindly, nudging his niece and offering her his arm. Despite a furrowed brow and pursed lips, Shianni could take comfort in that, and looped her wrist in the crook of his arm.

If this ends up longer than this short exchange 🤞🤞🤞 then I'll name the servant and give him some lines as we transition into admiration of the throne room.

Anyway, have some of the "Astarion ate a bear + who would you bite in camp" conversation with Étoile and Shadowheart. I don't think I shared this section before since it took me so long to be satisfied with it even though there's so little originality in it.

“You’re a menace when you’re sober,” Shadowheart whined. “What has gotten into you?” “A bear,” Astarion asserted with a smile that brandished all his fangs, clearly bragging. “He took a little of my blood, I took all of his.” “Not our missing druid, I hope?” Shadowheart said sarcastically. “Hardly,” Astarion scoffed. “Although that does raise the question as to whether druids, or others, transformed to beasts taste more of themselves or the animals they pretend to be.” “There’s that much difference?” asked Shadowheart as Astarion winced while watching Étoile drink more of their wine. Étoile and Astarion both looked at her in response; Astarion’s expression unimpressed and Étoile’s half-embarrassed. Étoile touched their neck where Astarion had bitten them two nights past, before saying aloud, “I don’t know that I want to know. Do I want to know?” “You were delectable,” Astarion purred, and when Shadowheart scoffed he turned to her with feigned annoyance, though his smile seemed true. He reassured her, “The bite, I mean, darling, don't be mistaken.” As Shadowheart flushed, Étoile made their own peace with the images that conjured to mind and said, “And look what that bear’s done to you.” They added with a raised hand, “Let’s change the subject.” “Oh, not yet,” Astarion said over his shoulder before facing Shadowheart again, his head tilted invitingly. “I think it’s important to note that I don’t know whether your blood was unique as a thinking creature, or unique to yourself entirely.” Étoile lowered their brow, almost alighting on the right conclusion. “Well,” Shadowheart said, recentering herself, “I’m relieved we won’t have to worry about you finding your answer. As gorged as you are, I doubt you have any further need for humanoid blood.” Étoile could only see the back of Astarion’s head and still they saw how he twinged in disgust. “You're comparing plonk to vintage wine,” Astarion said irritably. “You can make merry with either, but they are not the same.” “So you’re saying I should worry about you?” Shadowheart retorted, smug and threatening. “Not for vampirism,” Astarion said, with a judgmental sweep of his gaze. His expression shifted, merry but dangerous. He reached for Étoile’s wine, and helped himself as he turned from either companion at his sides. “No, come. A simple thought experiment. In my position,” he returned Étoile their drink with a sour wince, “would you not wonder how the others taste?” Étoile found themself soothed by the hypothetical, in how it relieved them of their spotlight in the conversation, but Shadowheart was not so easily swayed. “After all that,” she giggled, teasing, “you’re looking at other necks?” Astarion glanced at Étoile, and did not find the rattled worry of a young lover, so he answered Shadowheart with a perfunctory smile, “And if I were? There's enough of me to go around.” He extended a hand to her goblet to make a point, which she pulled from him indignantly. His fingertip caressed her hand. “I'm a man of tremendous appetites.” “An elf after my own heart,” Étoile said fondly with a thoughtful tilt of their chin. They stared straight ahead and drank to avoid Shadowheart’s dismay.

[audiofictionuk]

New Fiction Podcasts - 16th January

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Wyrd Woman Audio Drama When an isolated woman starts recording her dreams of strange women, things get weird. Over nine nights, reality becomes fantasy, past and future meld, and fate binds and beckons. Why are these women – old, broken, unnatural, mad, and ugly – appearing in her dreams? Why must difference always mean danger? And what happens when these women come together, connecting across time and space as worlds die? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240110-03 RSS: https://feeds.captivate.fm/wyrd-woman/

Gold, Bones, and Leather (by Ben's Book Shack) Audio Book Coming to you from the creator of the Ben's Book Shack podcast, Gold, Bones, and Leather is a brand new fantasy podcast, coming to your feed every Tuesday starting on January 9th. It tells the story of Embrosk--a potion-maker and scholar of magic, studying in Ogre country on the orders of an incompetent king. As he wanders down Bocere mountain, back towards his home country of Sandum, Embrosk can only rue the mundanity of his seemingly inevitable future, stuck in a small potions shop on the border of the human and Ogre worlds. But fate has other plans for him. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240109-01 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/e1da9f94/podcast/rss

HOODWINKED Audio Drama In a world filled with conspiracy and uncertainty, meet Quinton and Symone Young, the dynamic sibling duo behind their very own security detail company. Join them on a thrilling journey as they are thrust into the heart of a massive conspiracy, and witness the fate of the world hanging in the balance. As a mysterious light from the sky threatens to disrupt data and communication systems, humanity faces an unprecedented challenge. The government is quick to label it an invasion, but is everything as it seems? Enter Collin McMurry, a brilliant whistleblower whose discoveries are about to reshape the world order. 'Betrayed by their own government, our heroes must now protect the truth before it's too late.' Their mission: to safeguard the lives of the people and prevent world leaders from dominating an altered future. In a race against time, they'll have to outsmart and outmaneuver those who seek to control the narrative. The fate of the world rests in their capable hands. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240109-02 RSS: https://media.rss.com/hoodwinkedseries/feed.xml

Mostly Heroes? Audio RPG A group of guys playing 5e Dungeons and Dragons and getting into trouble.<br>Our first campaign runs through Rise of the Runelords. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231011-09 RSS: https://feeds.buzzsprout.com/2260882.rss

Dicey Situations Audio RPG Dicey Situations, a hilarious podcast following three hapless adventurers on a quest to create a new god. Get ready for laughs, mishaps, and wild moments on their crazy journey! New episodes every Tuesday and be sure to check out our weekly recap Situational Awareness every Friday. Keep it dicey! https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240109-03 RSS: https://media.rss.com/dicey/feed.xml

Dungeon Crashers Audio Book Strange things are afoot on Ponberry Island. Ghouls infest crypts, goblins take over dungeons, and the most odd things lurk in the shadows. The Dungeon Crashers are a small team looking to make a name for themselves in the dungeon cleaning business. If they can make it out of the shadows... https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240102-07 RSS: https://feeds.simplecast.com/2OKYmR0f

Mothership Audio Drama Being twelve years old is tough. For most kids it means going to a new school, making new friends, and learning just how big the world really is. For the determined and plucky Leroy Miller, it means going to outer space to find his missing mom. Together with his new best friend, an amorphous blob, he goes on an adventure ride and joins a gang of rebel aliens that want to save the galaxy from an evil warlord. Will Leroy be able to help the aliens save the galaxy and find his mom? https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240104-03 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/mothership-podcast/feed.xml

Echoes of New Metropolis Audio Drama Echoes of New Metropolis" is a captivating podcast that transports listeners to a city where superpowers are part of daily life. Narrated by the insightful Robert Callum, the series introduces its listeners to a diverse cast of characters, each with unique abilities and compelling backstories. Each episode intertwines compelling narratives with original music, creating a rich auditory experience. Explore diverse stories from every corner of the city, where each character's journey reveals deeper truths. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240105-04 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/edca7298/podcast/rss

Pink Snapper Blues Audio Drama Genre: Musical Comedy: - 101 Min A local lounge lizard in Key West must change his womanizing ways in order to find true love, but when love comes knocking, it's trouble in paradise for this cheeseburger. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240110-04 RSS: https://feeds.megaphone.fm/DODDV8411963752

Parables of the Vibe Audio Book My name is Sister Kyrie Eleison — and I kill AIs. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240111-01 RSS: https://cyberpunklibrarian.com/feed/podcast/parables-of-the-vibe/

Voyager Centauri Audio Drama A monthly science fiction audio-drama following the mission of Voyager Centauri. Join Captain Harriet Boyer and her crew, as they trace down a mysterious signal through space, but beware, what's waiting for them might be more perilous than expected. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240108-05 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/eee80924/podcast/rss

Made in Dark Audio Book Bienvenue dans l'univers terrifiant de "Made in Dark", une collection d'histoires d'horreur modernes et uniques qui transcende les frontières de la peur dans les recoins les plus secrets des ténèbres, là où la lumière hésite à se risquer. "Made in Dark" n'est pas seulement un recueil d'histoires macabres, c'est une expérience qui éveille nos sens et maltraite nos âmes. Chaque vidéo est une promesse d'insomnies volontaires. Explorez des situations originales où l'ordinaire bascule dans la noirceur la plus profonde où les ombres recèlent des secrets inimaginables. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20231127-03 RSS: https://anchor.fm/s/ed7594d0/podcast/rss

Sleepy Silver Hollow Audio Book A fiction podcast about the strange, nonsensical events that take place in the secluded town of Silver Hollow, told by a curious angel through letters to a lost friend. Annoying talking crows, secret societies, ghosts and the occasional orange smoothie...and perhaps there’s also a strange murder gone unsolved, but who’s to say, really? All of these and more are included in the mysterious, absurd tales of this small, sleepy town. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240107-01 RSS: https://feed.podbean.com/augustcress/feed.xml

Camlann - An Audio Drama Audio Drama Camlann is a post-apocalyptic fantasy by Ella Watts from Tin Can Audio. It’s a serialised fiction podcast inspired by folklore and Arthurian legends. Alternatively - it’s about three idiots and a dog in Wales, fighting for their lives. This series was funded by Creative Scotland and the Inevitable Foundation. https://audiofiction.co.uk/show.php?id=20240115-01 RSS: https://feeds.libsyn.com/492125/rss