#Regh

[randomboredum]

[tencrushesperday]

i don’t think i can’t explain just how attached i am to azriel like if i feel down i would imagine a lil scenario with him and just forget my worries (no i won’t go see a therapist) sadly i can’t do it as often anymore i fear i’ve lost a little of my imagination i can’t picture scenarios for a long time like i used to :(

[mikeysketches]

Karkolak4Eva" - Another of the teams in my DnD battle Royale campaign, the Brightest Stars Tournament - Faerun Northern Regionals.

[tifanygonzalezart]

Dagger got a new scar over his eye after an incredibly reckless action. Looking more and more like Bjornhild (his mother) as the days pass by

[rukafais]

i know this was from a later revisiting of Icewind Dale (legacy of the crystal shard) but

Markedly taller than most southerners, with some males approaching seven feet in height, the Reghed barbarians have blue eyes and hair of blond, red, or light brown. Their skin is bronzed from the sun and cracked by the wind, giving their faces the look of tough leather set in an expressionless mask. They dress in leather and furs, dyed in bright colors that stand out against the brown and white of the tundra.

Wulfgar in full cool Elk Tribe gear should be super snug and SUPER brightly coloured imo

[kema-croi]

Traditional Witchcraft

The enigmatic sorceress Morgana or Morgan Le Fey

In the Triads, the sorceress Morgana is described as the daughter of Avallack, wife of Urian of Reghed, and mother of Owain. The legends about her almost certainly originate from the Celtic-Welsh mythology connected to the goddess Modron. Given her origins, it's no surprise that Morgana is associated with certain fairies in Breton folklore known as mari-morgans, as well as fairies, water spirits, and other magical beings.

The earliest known reference to her is in Geoffrey of Monmouth's Vita Merlini (1150), where she is portrayed as the most beautiful of nine sisters. Her notable attributes include the ability to fly and change physical appearance, but what truly makes her fascinating are her healing powers. In later literature, Morgan Le Fey becomes a powerful sorceress of the dark arts, rather than the benevolent goddess of the original mythology. This shift reflects the changing perspectives of societies on the same literary motif, turning Morgana into a character rich with often contradictory meanings.

Thomas Malory, who also explored the mythological origins of Avalon and the wizard Merlin, adapted Morgana from the legends into an established sorceress and the older half-sister of King Arthur. Many centuries later, the Victorian era added the traits of a manipulative character to her story, which have persisted to this day.

What I find personally intriguing about Morgana is the paradox of the good that can destroy and the evil that can be beautiful. As a witch, all of Morgana's folklore makes me think of the Poison Path, a left-hand path in magical herbalism. Although I am not aware of specific plants Morgana might have used, it is possible that, like in other mythologies, each of these nine sisters represented a specific plant, embodying vegetal spirits or daimons.

This is my speculation, but not too far-fetched: the association of Morgana with entheogens and fairies. In the Welsh regions where she is placed, there are endemic plants such as the yellow Welsh poppy, certain lobelias, ferns, and mushrooms with psychoactive properties.

While she is somewhat inspired by older mythologies, giving her a pagan hue, it is clear that her character belongs to medieval magical folklore, composed in fully Christian centuries.

( Painting titled Morgan Le Fey by Anthony Frederick Sandys)

[randomboredum]

[topbanana-art]

Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.

First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)

20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him

Fighter- Echo Knight

Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.

He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country

He's a Himbo basically a big dog.

This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)

*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.

For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body

---

Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)

36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton

Drunken Master Monk

Chill surfer dude vibes

Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act

Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.

---

Foxglove (BG3)

138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow

Arcane Trickster Rogue

Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith

Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.

Skews Towards Chaotic Good

Presents Androgynous most of the time

Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.

Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)

Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.

---

Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)

21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them

Xaela AuRa

Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)

Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo

He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.

From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.

His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.

He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends

---

Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)

Awful, terrible lesbian

68 years old, She/Her, Halfling

Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby

A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.

Lowkey magical girl

Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.

---

Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)

Pym

85 Years Old, He/They, Drow

Gloomstalker Ranger

Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice

This boy is scared all the time

Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice

Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)

His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is

I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.

---

Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)

AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???

Real name Sho Yoshimitsu

22 Years Old, He/Him

Duk'Zarist Nephilim

Assassin

Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'

But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice

Tragic backstory™ , used to using his body for the job

He really enjoys cooking!

Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays

---

I think I'll leave it there for now!

I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! 💜

[tencrushesperday]

i have an idea to write an arturs silovs ff i even started but i DONT HAVE A SONG TO LISTEN TO SO I CANT WRITE HELP

it must be sad and about someone who has never had a bf

[afluffykiwi]

i got bg3 at the beginning of september and I FINALLY finished it! my tav, memuri, a reghed cleric of selune who is also a pc I play in rime of the frostmaiden. she's a squid now, and she lives in a cottage with shadowheart, and visits moonrise for halsin :)

[banished-away]

i keep thinking about how much more poignant delly's storyline would have been if she and catti-brie had been allowed to interact in a significant way before it all went to hell

delly basically wanted an idealized version of catti's life. a life of adventures and travel and to have a strong man take and save her. she has always lived in poverty half-drunk on the city streets and in stranger's beds and wanted the freedom of the outside and an idyllic little family. and then she got hit with the reality of raising a kid that isnt even her own, having to fight for your life and living closed into a fortress under siege that may as well be a prison, and basically the existence of being a stay at home wife. she feels locked in catti is someone who has lived for adventure her entire life. she has known how to use a sword since she was a kid, was raised the princess of a clan of always battle-ready dwarves, and was sorrounded by over-protective men with hardly a chance to interact with other women (we know that both among the dwarves and the reghed, once a woman marries she's basically home-bound, and when she meets alustriel for the first time she doesnt even know what perfume or cosmetics are, and feels incredibly jelous and inferior). and after a near-death experience she is now torn between this adventurous side and the side that wants to marry and have kids, which she knows is incompatible with her current life and is also running out of time for. shes a tomboy who she admits wasnt really raised as a girl but she does yearn to interact with feminity to some degree (after that first meeting with alustriel she relents and enjoys that bubble bath and later admits she was wrong in her assestment of alustriel, and a few books later when meralda offers her also a fancy bath and some gowns to borrow we see her having fun trying them on)

ultimately, even if they come from opposite ends, they want the same thing. they want to not have to compromise between adventure and motherhood, they want to be indipendant and make their own choices while also having the security of people around them caring for them when they need it. which is a very fair thing want, and yet they feel like its outside their possibilities

i think that couldve been used to properly set up the subplot. they both want the same thing but come from such different lives that its hard for them to relate and that could cause attrition. i think that centering the subplot around them and not wulfgar would have improved it quite a bit

[estevnys]

16 and/or 31 for the micro fics? 👀

GIGGLES AND KICKS MY FEET THANK YOU FOR SENDING ONE <33333333

micro story prompts

16. In dreams - wren (tiefling storm sorc/feylock x gale)  nudity / general horniness

You know we don’t actually exist here, right? This is just a, a figment of our tadpole connection--

Gale’s voice is an echo all around them. Wren crosses her arms, motioning to the arctic environment they’ve been shoved into, a mutual dream of her home-- Icewind Dale, the icy crown of the Sword Coast. The night sky is empty of clouds, and the aurora twists into colorful shapes, some she recognizes, some too fuzzy for her to make out in the dream.

Oh no, I didn’t realize. Wren shoots back, arms crossed over her bare chest, which Gale so politely averts his gaze from. That we aren’t freezing, completely naked, in one of the coldest Areas of Faerun.

Gale stumbles over his words, muttering something under his breath, but Wren just giggles to herself, throwing her hands out and flopping down into the snow. It smells like a mix of rotten eggs and her mother’s perfume at first, and then she focuses, pushing the scent from her nose, and it shifts to the crisp scent of applewood, and then, as her gaze travels over to the hairy behind of her wizard companion, the snow around her begins to smell even more familiar.

Violet blush, a shade darker than her skin tone, creeps up her cheeks, her body flushes despite the cold, as Gale turns to catch her looking. A wry grin spreads across his lips. Admiring something? He says in her mind.

The dream feels fuzzy, and she struggles to keep the picture straight. It isn’t fair, she thinks, that this is the first time she sees him naked. In a dream, of all things. And not even a naughty one, with a fake Gale who does whatever weird thing she’s imagined. No, she has to have a psychic connection to the guy she has a crush on. She bet if she had a sex dream about him he’d probably get it beamed right into his head. Instead, she’s stuck in the middle of the Reghed Glacier, buck ass naked and conscious of every move.

The wizard in question flops down, stomach first, beside her, and suddenly the snow is no longer snow, but a poof of white clouds. Gale laughs quietly, blowing a bit of cloud out of his face, and Wren can’t help but laugh along. 

It isn’t fair, she thinks, that this is all just a dream. In the morning, they’ll wake up in different tents, and pretend it never happened. 

31. Breeze - astarion (x my druid tav but she’s just mentioned)

It will be the afternoon breeze he will miss the most, he decides, sitting on the edge of the slow-running river they’ve stopped to bathe in. Ophielora, like the newborn fawn he is often comparing her to, wobbles in the water as she splashes Karlach, her smallclothes sticking to her tanned skin. He waits on the riverbank, his pants rolled up and shirt discarded, hesitating. Water is the final triumph. Running water had always hurt the most-- a burning off of his skin, like hot acid. It scares him even now, but he braves it, for the sake of not having to listen to Shadowheart’s snide comments, sharp enough to match his own tongue.

The summer wind ruffles his snow white hair, and he squints up to look at the trees hanging high above them. He has experienced night-time storms and windy nights, yes, but under the watchful gaze of the sun, the wind is warm and welcoming, a sense of things to come. He has a sudden urge to look over his shoulder-- Cazador, on the wind, a mist and then-- but shakes his head as water droplets hit his face, blown towards him by the wind.

Ophielora waves towards him, slender arm raised in the air-- his head thrums softly. A pull on the tadpole, their shared connection, or just a coincidence?

The wind is gentle on his neck, and it blows the ghost of Cazador back into the woods. 

He will miss the sunshine-filled breeze, he thinks, looking at his companions in the water, his gaze settling on the naive little druid who won’t stop smiling in his direction. 

It is the only thing that truly scares the ghosts away.

[tifanygonzalezart]

Some old art (2021?) of Dagger and his mother, Queen Bjornhild Solvigsdottir ( a npc in Rime of the Frost Maiden). Started to redraw this one... Daggers on a revenge quest to take down Bjornhild~ He got the "Reghed Heir" secret.

[eclipsecrowned]

What The Fuck Is Wrong With Tief Hel: (Grand)Parental Pacts, Patrons, and Pain. or, Why Hel Looks Like That Instead Of Like The Rest of Her People.

TW for body horror, health discussion. Long post, consider reading on blog rather than dash.

PT. 1: WHAT’S THE DAMAGE

For those not in the loop/who are being introduced to this muse on this blog rather than her old solo venture, we’re dealing with an AU version of my mythological Hel muse. In Norse mythos, Hel is a goddess of the dead, and has a vision that represents the limbo in which she serves. A living entity who rules over a realm of death, to one side she is a legendary beauty – and on the other, a horrifying corpse woman. Think Two-Face but substantially more Goth/Upsetting.

This is a deformity I carry into all of her verses, because disability in the divine is kind of an awesome concept actually, but the whole ‘half dead’ thing sometimes doesn’t translate very well into different verses. Sometimes, she instead has severe life-altering burns over half of her body, sometimes she just has a skin/muscle/nerve condition that largely effects one side, and sometimes it’s just a form of partial mummification in terms of look. One side of her will always, however, be affected by a chronic condition involving skin/muscle/veins/nerves. I’ll dig deeper into what this means for her mobility and health later. For now, we’re speaking strictly on what her actual appearance is.

In the verse in question – Galdur’s Bait 3 – I follow the schema of ‘disfiguring skin condition with underlying issues beneath said skin.’ That is to say, her left side is looking rather withered, skin drawn tight against her bones, looking fragile and rather spent. It isn’t a perfectly even 50/50 spread, but does appear to ebb and flow more to the right or only taking up a small fraction of her left side. It runs from her brow down to her feet themselves, though she dresses to obscure this fact and make it appear it’s only her face affected. It’s actually a key part of her early romance arc that she exposes her condition to the PC in full.

The impression this gives is… Unsettling. I’ll also go more into depth with this in a later point, but most common folk prefer not to look at Hel, and it’s often assumed she’s under the effect of some curse or an Undead. The point is, she barely looks like a natural Tiefling… Which is not an incorrect assumption, actually. Hel wasn’t created by cavorting with Cambions or trueborn tieflings having trysts. She’s not of Asmodeus, Mephistopheles, or Z*riel’s loins, metaphorically or otherwise.

Hel’s infernal lineage was a gift, you see. An Infernal gift, of course, but not from any of the usual suspects. She doesn’t owe her race or appearance to a Demon.

She owes it to a Dragon.

PT. 2: DAMAGE GETS DONE

Hel is not a first generation adventurer. She’s not even second generation. Lifetimes ago, there was a band of adventurers traipsing through the North. Two of these will be important to this meta moving forward – Farbauti Sudden-Striker, a Reghed Barbarian, and Laufey Liesmith, an Ill*skan of N*therese descent. As stated, Farbauti was a melee build, while Laufey supported he and their companions with magics. That should come as no surprise, given her heritage as one of the diaspora of that doomed empire, nor should her prodigious talent with the Weave.

Pivotal to this story, however, is the fact Laufey was an ambitious woman, and one who sought to supplement her already great powers with something more. The much touted Sorlock who built upon her inborn Sorcerer capabilities with a Warlock Pact, she worked tirelessly to hide that fact from others. Such an attempt to hide her deal only highlighted its nature: Infernal.

And there was plenty of reason to hide that fact. Not only was the North none too kind to such meddling, but she had not settled for more minor Patrons. Between her alarming natural power and her excellent breeding, she would serve only the best and darkest – or the most colorful, as the case might be. All of this pride led her to the altar of a then-Archdevil. With mutual aims towards power and control, and the agreement that Laufey would tirelessly serve her lady’s aims for domination and treasure both, Laufey signed herself to Tiam*t during her reign over Avernus.

She served with grace and discretion, collecting gold and land in service of her dark lady. Driven but lawful, many would be put off by such loyalties. Farbauti, for his part, was drawn into that gravity. Beautiful, brilliant, and with a distinct danger about her, Laufey was a lady worth fighting for, someone whose wit could help his own ambitions come to fruition. Theirs was a perfectly balanced union that produced two sons.

That is where it all falls apart. Despite being Humans both, the pairs first son was born wrong, possessing his father’s crimson hair, his mother’s pale complexion, and both a tail and the first hint of future horns. Laufey’s pact came back to haunt her during a lull in her adventuring, but the boy – Loki -- bore no outwards signs of her Lady’s favor besides the difference in race. The family left the North, finding it inhospitable for their son, and seemed like they might have made it.

A second son was the death of Laufey. The loss of Laufey was not the end of Tiam*t’s stain on the family.

Loki, for his part, took up his parents adventuring ways as he came of age. His lifestyle eventually led him to the Storm Horns, where he fell in with a Goliath clan and made something of a more permanent life with its leader. Each of their children were, per the rules of the setting, Tiefs like their father. The first son was about as normal as the offspring of such a union could be, reflecting more of a Goliath’s height and build as he grew. The second son had a strange way of growing scales rather than the natural ridges of his people, but was otherwise to standard.

And then there was his only daughter. Hel, who was born horrific, with disfigurements that could not be solved by magic and failing health that eventually saw her sent away from the mountain as an act of mercy. Her apparently degenerative, accursed appearance was much speculated about, but ultimately chalked up to divine mischief: Her father was an agent and acolyte of Mask, and his daughter’s conception lined up eerily with the end of a conflict against the Church of Cyr*c.

Those who look closely enough, however, will notice a few traits that point instead to her grandmother’s Patron, and perhaps even a sort of ‘blessing’ from the Chromatic Dragon.

PT. 3: SYMPTOMS AND SOCIETAL SIDE-EFFECTS

Maybe you’re saying to yourself, ‘Wow, Kadi, what interesting backstory lore you cooked up for your playthrough!’ More likely you’re saying, ‘Why the fuck did this bitch make me read that entire wall of text???’ Either way, I’m sure you’re at the conclusion of ‘What the shit does that have to do with your thesis statement?’ And I’m here to answer that question, with sources.

First, let’s get a little more in-depth with Hel’s appearance: The grey-tinted skin of her Goliath heritage, the slightly above average height that is also a gift from her mother, the back-swept horns and the prehensile tail and the vibrant eyes swimming in pools of black sclera that are so common among Tiefls. But the first thing anyone will notice about this woman is aforementioned textural/disfigurements from part one.

That isn’t just for show, by the way. It’s far more than skin deep. Per a past meta I wrote on the subject:

“For the most part, these aforementioned malformations outwardly exhibit themselves in neurological damage to her sensory and motor capabilities. This damage is commonly expressed in loss of sensation, reduced range of motion, and muscle weakness, as well as occasional fits of twitching or shaking in her extremities, digits, or facial muscles. More rarely, she might deal with temporary bouts of pain and partial paralysis through her rotted half, both of which can be quite debilitating and interrupt her routines, or even leave her bedridden in especially severe cases. Besides these neurological issues, there’s also the matter of reduced blood flow and vein problems running through half of her body. There is an underlying heart issue at play here, which poses a much more sizable risk than her constant but stabilized nerve problems. Coldness of extremities might be the most obvious that many will see – or in this case, feel. – but it’s just the first of many underlying problems. Lethargy and fatigue can also put Hel out of commission for a time, and can be especially worrisome when coupled with the aforementioned, infrequent periods of nerve pain. The moment where these two issues really wreak havoc on each other is when swelling of extremities puts further strain on Hel’s already damaged nerves.”

So what we have is Hel, who was born with debilitating but far from fatal chronic pain, which cannot be healed by any means. She also has visible malformations that only make her life more difficult-- this is not an invisible struggle on her part. It has been quoted in past editions that Tiam*t, dubbed the Undying Queen, is not fond of healing magics, and all but demands her faithful embrace pain to come out the other side of it stronger. It’s not an immediate tell of her heritage/the cause of recent Infernal twists on the family tree, and indeed no one is likely to cotton on to this side of Tiam*t’s doctrine in line with Laufey’s only granddaughter, but from a Meta perspective it can be inferred that Hel has suffered for all 35 years as a counterbalance or even as a sign of favor for her grandmother’s loyal service.

There’s more to it than wounds that will not heal/physical pain builds character, however. There’s physical tells unrelated to her malformations that also act as a walking advertisement of a Pact made generations before.

As has been pointed out to me by a friend, there is one aspect of Tiam*t that has endured through all editions and depictions. It’s a subtle thing, but the shape of her tail is singular. While Hel does not have a 1:1 ‘recreation’ of this aspect, she sure doesn’t have the standard spade or smooth tapering end that many Tiefs possess a their tips. It much more resembles a stinger, though the cartilage is neither hard/sharp enough to actually be used as a weapon, and this ‘stinger’ lacks the venomous capabilities of Tiam*t’s own tail. There is also the fact Hel’s ridges are scale-like in texture, which is something she shares in common with a brother.

Of course, the average person is not going to look at Hel and put together ‘Ah, Tiam*t influence.’ They are going to look at her and ask if she’s dying, planning on leaving anytime soon because she’s frightening the children and a fair few adults, or just draw weapons on what they take for an Undead. Too few people want to look at her long enough or have a deep enough understanding of the Chromatic Dragon’s aesthetics/doctrine to draw the correct conclusion. Even if they did and passed a perception check to recognize her for what she is, it’s just another mark against her, another reason to drive her out or draw blades.

That’s not likely to happen, however. Not even Hel’s own family can put the pieces together about her connection to the grandmother she so favors, as the family’s bet is actually on the fact her father pissed off Cyr*c before riding home to sire her.

PT. 4: LOOKING TO THE FUTURE

So that’s how we got here. What does it mean for Hel moving forward?

Well… not a lot. She’s not particularly invested in the Infernal, and already sold herself off to K*lemvor as a Cleric decades ago. Her grandmother is long dead and buried, so learning the truth from Laufey is a non-starter. Hel has a perfectly serviceable answer for why she is ‘like this’ in the assumption about Loki’s past activities she’s been made aware of. The strangeness has thus far gone no further than her, as in both endgames where she has kids they’re far more baseline as Tiefs go.

She’ll still have that wound that will not heal in her physical capabilities, but then, she’d have that even if there was a less fantastical reason for their existence. Even if someone were to come forward tomorrow and out all of this to her the day after the epilogue, there’s not much she can do with the information.

It can, however, open the door for several adventure hooks. I’ve even toyed with loose ends tying party lore together in Laufey’s cult was the seed from which grew the attempted attack on the Gate that another companion thwarted. That both have something to lay to rest while dragging their mutual friends along for the ride. That in any ending that leads the party to Avernus, there’s either roses or scorn thrown at one who reeks of the Chromatic Dragon. That the shades of the past start reaching out for Hel, drawn either to her resemblance to Laufey or her future friction with her chosen God. And then there is always the long-shot possibility someone recognizes Hel for these ‘tells’ of a past pact with Tiam*t and comes to collect a pound of flesh or incorrectly assess she’s caught up in worship of the Dragon in question.

[distantmedium]

1502 DR - The Second Dawn War Ends

Due to the efforts of the Arctic Alliance and their allies, the Dawn Titan sealed within the Reghed Glacier was defeated and the gods were reformed into one impartial entity - hereby known as "Buttwagon". Though their actions are considered controversial by some, this period is generally regarded as the beginning of a new age of prosperity across Toril.

[character-profiles]

Regh

whar