#Tree Lords

[vintagerpg]

After New Beginnings, the DLS-series swerves into a three-part series of adventure modules centered on three of Dragonlance’s races of elves. Not on Taladas, even — back on good old Ansalon. Are they connected, a three-part epic? Nope. Just three elf adventures that vaguely tie in to some Dragonlance novels about the histories of the elven nations. When I say that folks had no idea what to do with Dragonlance after the original DL-series wrapped up, this is the kind of stuff I am thinking about.

This is DSL2: Tree Lords (1991). That is a mighty fine cover by Brom and I think primarily because of that cover, the vibe does not feel particularly Dragonlance-ish. This module takes a look at the Silvanesti, whose forest kingdom was corrupted by the dreams of King Lorac and the green dragon Cyan Bloodbane, as nicely presented back in Dragons of Dreams. The first half of the module is actually a sourcebook detailing the Silvanesti Scout kit for the Warrior class; they’re the ones tasked with reclaiming the corrupted wilderness. And they get some cool equipment to help them do it, including greenmasks, which don’t make them look like elvish Green Goblins in the least, no sir.

The second half of the module puts our new scouts to the test in a series of five brief, interconnected scenarios. They’re fine! Pretty standard fare for the early ’90s, with players crawling from event to event rather than through dungeon corridors, for the most part. I generally like the construction here, the idea of a series of elf-centric adventures with one primary goal. You could easily spin a campaign out of this and, even though I reflexively dislike elves, these elves seem more interesting than most. Perhaps because of their dream-corrupted landscape, they feel more akin to Celtic faerie traditions than most fantasy elves (Terry Dykstra’s illustrations may have something to do with this). I had this module back in the day and liked it then. I still do. Even with the elves!

[niksrpgs]

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[metamorphesque]

on trees

J. R. R. Tolkien ("The Fellowship of the Ring"), Parte de todo (src), Faiz Ahmed Faiz/tr. Naomi Lazard ("When Autumn Came"), Marina Tsvetaeva, a photo by me (src), Margaret Atwood ("War Photo 2"), photo (src), Tony Hoagland (“Peaceful Transition”), Slope Point, New Zealand (src), Tara Bray ("Listen"), Max Dupain ("Banksias by the Sea"), Mary Oliver ("When I am Among the Trees"), source unknown, Ted Kooser ("Trees")

[fanaticalthings]

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[theglassygardener]

The White Tree of Gondor is FINALLY DONE!!!! WAHOOOOO!!!!!! Ty to my papa for making this custom wood frame <3

[lichtrabbit]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ planning my journey ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

[aaaaaaafrogs]

Finally finished my most ambitious Hatchetfield project yet. Every box in the border represents a different Nightmare Time, as well as Hey Melissa, Trail to Oregon, Workin’ Boys, the BBQ monologues and Peanuts the Hatchetfield Pocket Squirrel. The three large boxes at the bottom represent the three main musicals. It’s 18x24” and made with sharpie :]

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

The Knight of the Laughing Tree by Joshua Cairós

created for the 10th anniversary of The World of Ice & Fire

[shipping-all-ships]

Lu Ten: I'm sorry to say this, kiddos, but your father has passed away. Zuko(10): *bursts into tears* Azula(8): *shocked* How...how did father die? Lu Ten: Uhh (Flasback to Lu Ten shoving Ozai out the window) Lu Ten: Assassin. Lu Ten: With more arm strength than he thought he had.

[therealasajjventress4]

it all makes sense now...

𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 is why legolas is a 𝓽𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓴🎀

[mfelewzi]

The family tree of Eldarion, son of Elessar/Aragorn and Arwen, Heir of all the Houses of Edain and Eldars, with Maia's Blood too!

[maureen2musings]

Routeburn, Queenstown

Chris Andrawes

[reallyhardy]

happy opening to the lord of the rings: a musical tale at the chicago shakespeare theatre!

[soundleer]

Hello! I remember you saying that your sprunkis are the size of jellybeans. If that's the case, if you don't mind, can you draw something involving the sprunki cast swinging and chilling on someone's hand? Idk I just thought of smth lol/nf

whee yea i can take this opportunity to draw how tiny they are to us!

assorted jellybeans (+ my sona) :33

[theoppositeofprofound]

How much more deranged would Middle-Earth be if Tolkien was given access to modern scholarship re:the ageless depth of trees?

It’s true that by the end of the Third Age, no trees in Eregion remember the elves that walked there. But there’s an ancient yew in Rivendell that Gil-Galad planted, a clone of one of the old trees of Lindon, that’s still thriving when Elrond leaves his home. It’s seen elven kings and laughing lords and harried messengers. Though trees don’t care about such things, it’s nice to be seen.

There’s a golden aspen grove between Lothlorien and Fangorn. The elves say Nimrodel planted it before her name was Nimrodel, before continents sank, when the forests were home only to a handful who loved them more than paradise.

By the shores of the Mirrormere is another yew. In a little known tradition, kept by one dwarf alone, every Durin plants a few of its seeds, and one of those trees always lives long enough to see his next self.

There’s a cypress in the port of Umbar. Locals say the lord in Mordor planted it the first time he visited (he was still in the habit of planting trees back then). It lived past several of his deaths but faltered, finally, beneath the ashes of his last, worst destruction—more than four thousand years later.

On a tiny island in the sea is a little cluster of spruce trees—some scrap of drowned Beleriand too holy, for one reason or another, to falter. It’s the same tree—when one falters a new coppice comes to take its place, growing out of the same root system. There’s a betting pool among the deep sea fishers of the Falathrin about whose grave lies beneath.

Much is made of the White Tree of Gondor, but on the hillsides in Ithilien, dangerously close to Minas Ithil, are gnarled olive trees that witnessed the Last Alliance. Faramir is inordinately fond of them without knowing the reason why.

Ulmo keeps a garden of sea sponges. The oldest didn’t just see Númenor founded and drowned, it saw the bones of the very first second-comers. (Ossë collects many things.) It’s been… 10,000 years? 12,000? Sponges don’t keep time, they just remember.

Ulmo also keeps a bed of sea grass older than the destruction of the Lamps, but he doesn’t mention that to other people; it’s just for him.

[burningvelvet]

Percy Shelley doodling while helping his wife edit the draft of her first novel, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818):

The idea for the story was devised in mid-June 1816. The draft shown here was written between August and December 1816, and it was revised until April 1817. The book was published January 1st 1818 when Mary was 20-years-old. She was only 18 when she conceived the story, as her 19th birthday was on August 30th 1816.

Source: The Shelley-Godwin Archive online