#Tyr D&D

[lumi-klovstad-games]

So I have to share my Tavs. Can't stop me.

So, I have three Baldur's Gate 3 Tavs.

Lorgan Greylight is easily my "main" character in that he's the one I always come back to, and the most frequently.

A port from an aborted TT campaign that was full of promise, Lorgan is a Paladin of Tyr who swore his Oath of Devotion to the Order of the Left Hand, a group of Crusaders and Knights Errant who fight for the Just God and seek to bring righteous justice to the lands. A kind man at heart, Lorgan is especially drawn to the cause of those who are being mocked and oppressed, a tendency that derives from the strong sense of justice he cultivated in childhood, defending his younger dhampir sister from bullies and religious zealots, going so far as to now bear on his cheek the scar made by a wild priest's burning thurible when the young Lorgan stepped in front and took a blow that had been meant for his sister.

Despite his religious bearing and his oath as a paladin, he stands in constant defense of Astarion, acknowledging that Astarion, though a vampire, is first and foremost a victim of evil, and while often frustrated by the Elf's unhealthy coping mechanisms, sees them for what they really are and tries to help his friend (though Astarion would not use that word) rehabilitate naturally. He is also quite friendly with Shadowheart as something about the girl reminds him of his sister, Shar worship aside. Even the worship of Shar doesn't bother him like it should, because beneath Shadowheart's practiced selfishness and callousness, he sees a good but lost soul that may yet be motivated to save itself, if given the right conditions to do so.

Though bothered by his tadpole and his potential fate, Lorgan looks to his future and the adventure it holds with a Crusader's excitement: for the Cult of the Absolute perpetrates one mighty injustice after another, and it seems that Tyr has made sure his devoted follower shall be in the right place to stop it once and for all.

Wilhelmina Tollebrook is a returning adventurer from an earlier Pathfinder campaign. A Halfling Bard in self-exile from her village due to a minor scandal involving the baker's daughter, 'Mina' has traveled far and wide in the years since, following her tribe's pre-settlement path as they wandered the Northlands as nomads before establishing their peaceful corner of the world. Mina has become a moderately popular bard and troubadour as she composes songs, tales, and yarns based on her own adventures and travels.

Having previously assisted in the defeat of the returned Dread Queen Menrae (her songs don't mention that her group of adventurers were also the REASON for the Queen's return, though to her credit she did tell them not to listen to the creepy old lady in the prison who very conveniently had a way out for said group), Mina was kidnapped by Mind Flayers after a raucous victory party in Baldur's Gate, and ended up with a tadpole in her head for her trouble. Mina is a self-described "ethical slut", "frequent legal clusterfuck", and genuinely good soul who has devoted her life and career as a hero to giving the people with nothing something to sing about, and giving those in power who would abuse their positions "something slightly worse than a scathingly worded pamphlet" to worry about.

Perhaps, one day, she will return home and make things right with her mother, but for now the story unfolding before her is simply too salacious to drop. And while she very much as a thing for tentacles, she'd rather they not be her own and would very much like a cure for "this whole Mind Flayer situation", as immediately as possible.

Elerina is a young Tiefling druid from the Circle of Stars. With a name that means "Crowned by Stars", she is constantly aware that greatness has been expected of her from birth. Born of a Star Circle Druid and a Waterdeep sorcerer, Elerina's existence as an Asmodeus-line Tiefling has added considerable magical potential far beyond that possessed by either of her parents. It's entirely possible that this was the point of her birth to begin with, for although she cannot remember the incident, her sorcerous Father immediately tried to use his newborn daughter as an offering to Asmodeus. The Archdevil's magical presence twisted the infant's flesh and bone into the cruel image of a Tiefling, and may have done worse had the ceremony not been interrupted by Elerina's mother. The recovering Druid had struggled from her recovery bed and taken the shape of a Saber-Toothed Tiger, leaving Elerina's father with grievous wounds, and also swearing revenge.

Elerina was then taken and raised by her mother and the druids of the Circle of Stars. She learned to listen to the subtle voices of the Moon and night sky, the spirits in the wind, and the harmonies of nature all around her, and has proved quite a prodigy, especially with Animal Shapes. Able to transform into at least a dozen shapes, from familiar cats and ravens, all the way to Owlbears, a fearsome acid-spitting Dilophosaurus, and even Elemental Archons, Elerina still has a fondness for the shape of the Saber-Toothed Tiger. Something about that particular shape stirs feelings of safety in her, for reasons she cannot put her finger on, and the shape has become her safe space when stressed.

Perhaps as a result of her kinship with taking the forms of animals, her more devilish Tiefling traits have been "sanded down", in her words: her horns have become antlers, and her skin has taken a more natural (though still pale and otherworldly) pallor, and her eyes have become the color of starlight.

While on a trip to Baldur's Gate to trade on behalf of the Circle with another druid, she was separated from her fellow, and subsequently attacked by a mad cultist with fearsome magic powers. Though she could not have known, this assailant was her own father, who had tracked her down with the intent of finally offering her life for his Lord, Asmodeus, and though likely far more powerful than her father, his greater experience had her on the back foot, and ultimately it was a Mind Flayer Nautiloid that proved her incredibly unorthodox salvation.

Elerina struggles to hold on to her Druidic stoicism in a world filled with fear and anger, and much of it directed at her and her fellow Tieflings for their mere outward appearance. One can always expect her to side with "her people" first and foremost on almost any issue concerning them, but a lifetime of being mistreated by those outside her circle has mostly just left her tired of suffering, not just her own, but of others as well. Quickly identifying the Cult of the Absolute as a major force in the manipulation and suffering of others, her heart has filled with anger for the victims of the cult, and the resolve to destroy it, even if it costs her life. After all, suffering is not a thing of nature, and it must be stamped out like an invasive weed.

[the-strawberryfarmer]

some uh........................some drawings i did recently since i’ve been in god of war brainrot 

[salmonpiffy]

Thank god, we actually get to see the real Tyr being badass >:)

[mytholots]

Ares: Are oranges named orange because oranges are orange or is orange called orange because oranges are orange?

Tyr: Which came first, the orange or the orange?

Athena: Orange was first used to refer the fruit 1280 years ago but was not used as a color until 1000 years ago.

Neit: What was the color called before then?

Bellona: There was no color, duh! Everything was black and white!

[jacks347]

When you remember you actively use Tumblr now so you can cross-post all your Discord fics :o (Enjoy Hadestown Bastard Warrior)

"You're really going after him."

Faith nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden voice, turning to see her only friend leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. She just sighed, turning back to continue packing her suitcase. "He's the love of my life, Devlin. I won't give up on him that easily." "Sister, I know you're dedicated but he walked to the underworld willingly! He saw Hades and went with him!"

Faith snapped the lid of the case shut, spinning around to face Devlin with a fire in her eyes he'd only seen a few times before. "If going to Hades and demanding him back is what it takes then by God I'll do it!"

Devlin just stared at her for a minute, as if trying to read into her soul, see if she would squirm or break under his hard stare. She just stared back, rising to his challenge and daring him to question her. He closed his eyes, sighing heavily before digging into his pocket and pulling out a shimmering gold coin. He tossed it over to Faith who fumbled to catch it. It was ancient, the engravings in a long-forgotten script. The only thing she recognized was the embossed symbol on the back. It looked like a horseshoe but Faith knew better. Omega, the last letter of a lost language, the sign of Hades. She'd never seen anything like it, it was no currency from any country she recognized. What was it? Why did Devlin have it?

What did he know?

"If you're really sure about this, I can't stop you. But I can tell you how to get down there without getting yourself killed. Unlike Albus, you won't get the easy way down on the train. You'll have to walk the tracks. That is your ticket past the gates. I trust you'll treat it with care until you come back."

Faith clutched the coin tight, feeling the cold of the metal seep into her skin. "Tell me how to get him back."

~

The air was thick with smoke and suffering, a smell that burned her nose and threatened to choke the air out of her lungs. So this was Hadestown, land of the dead, domain of death itself. It wasn't quite the fire and brimstone she'd been taught as a little girl but it was close enough. It reminded Faith of the mines she'd visited while traveling on a charity mission. Faith sucked in a deep breath that stabbed her lungs, holding it in her chest as she pushed through the slow-moving crowd. She had to find him, she would find him, she would march up to Hades himself with her love in tow and demand he return with her if that's what was required of her. Gods have mercy on her, you couldn't blame her for trying.

She waded through the sluggish worker bees of the underworld, scanning every face for the one she desperately wanted to see. How long had she been searching for? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was impossible to tell. But gods be damned, she was standing by her word, she would not return until she found her warrior.

"You are a persistent one, you know that?" A voice from behind Faith chirped, making the priestess spin around. Who stood before her was someone...different. Faith couldn't exactly tell what they were but they certainly weren't one of the dead around them. It almost looked like they were made of...stone? Was that possible? The person tilted their head at Faith, their long purple hair falling over their shoulder. "You're looking for him, aren't you? The warrior that Dad brought down.” “Y…Yes, I am. Who are you? How do you know that?” The person laughed, straightening back up with a grin. “Call me Pandora. As for how I know, it’s kind of obvious. It’s one thing for one living person to be in the underworld but two? Consider it a likely guess.”

Faith took a second to compose herself before stepping towards Pandora, attempting to look intimidating. “Take me to him or I’ll-” Pandora held up her hands in surrender with an amused smile, cutting Faith’s threat short. “Take it easy, dear Sister. I was going to do that anyway. Follow me.”

~

“Dad! Dad! She came! I told you she would!” Pandora shouted as they kicked the door open to a massive throne room of sorts. Sitting in the giant throne was an equally giant man with the same carved stone design as Pandora, white hair, glowing eyes, and a kind smile. Faith knew who he was, she’d heard stories about him all her life. “Hades…” She whispered under her breath, making Pandora pause, turning to look at her. “Hades, Tyr, Jupiter, ancient giant, whatever name you wanna give him. I usually just call him Dad.” They turned back to the man, still beaming like a child bringing their parent a shiny rock.

Hades stared at Faith for a moment with a blank expression, making the priestess squirm before he smiled, standing from his throne and gently removing a black bundle from where it was nestled in his hair to place it on the ground in front of Faith. “Is this what you’re looking for?” His voice held a hint of laughter, revealing the bundle to in fact be Albus who had been peacefully sleeping on the lord of the underworld’s hair until he was moved and was now very much awake and not very happy about it. “What the hell? Why’d you wake me up, I was enjoying that-” “Albus!!”

The man in question barely had any time to react before Faith practically bowled him over as she threw herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed like he’d disappear if she let go, buried her face in his neck and cried. All the emotions she’d forced down since he left sprung to the surface, like a pressure release valve being pulled. “I thought I’d never see you again…I thought you left me…” She sobbed, her voice broken. Albus took a few seconds to recover before he very slowly and awkwardly hugged Faith back. “Faithful? I-I missed you but what are you doing down here? How are you down here?” “I could ask you the same question, you train-hopping jerk.” She sniffed, pulling her face out of his neck to look at him properly.

Hades cleared his throat softly, making Faith look up. His smile had turned sad and a little guilty. “Don’t be mad at him, little priestess. If you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me. I’ve been watching Albus for a while now, he intrigued me. So when I saw the opportunity to give him a better life down here, I took it. I only realized after I heard your cries that taking him wouldn’t be as consequence free as I thought. I’m sorry I took him from you. Now I must ask, how did you get down here?”

She begrudgingly pulled away from Albus to properly face Hades. “I…was guided. In a sense. Someone told me how to get down here.” “Someone told you?” Pandora chimed in, looking very confused. “But the only person on the surface who know how to get down here without the train is…oh.” They took a second before bursting into giggles. “He really disguised himself again? Wonder how long it’s been. Did he give you the coin?” “Yes…he did.” Faith slowly pulled the golden coin out of her pocket, letting Pandora get a close look at it. Hades let out a soft chuckle of his own. “Seems Hermes has taken quite the liking to you if he was willing to help like that. Or does he still go by Devlin?” “Devlin is Hermes??” “Hermes, Mercury, maybe Odin if you squint at it, names are never consistent.” Pandora shrugged as they ticked off each of the names on their fingers.

Faith turned her attention back to Albus, her heart hurting at the thought of having to return without him, even if she knew he was safe. Would it be selfish to ask for him back knowing he was doing well here? She shook the thought away. No, she came down here on a mission, she was going to fulfill it. “Hades, my lord, I do thank you for your hospitality but I’m sure you know I don’t belong down here.” “Of course, you’re still living, you must return home.” “Then, I’ll go. But I’m taking Albus with me. If the living cannot remain in the underworld, he can’t either.” Hades frowned at that, his brow furrowing. “Dear Sister, he came down on the train. He gave up his life, he is no longer part of the overworld. The dead cannot return to the land of the living.”

Faith felt her heart stop. No, that was impossible. Sure, Albus went willingly but that didn’t mean he was dead, right? Then again, he did step onto the train. He took the dead way down. She felt sick. “No…no that’s not possible. I came all the way down here, I’m not leaving without him. I refuse! There has to be another way!” Hades thought for a moment, muttering quietly under his breath before sighing. “Fine. I’ll let you return with him.” Faith’s entire body relaxed in relief. 

“However.” 

He continued before she could start to thank him. “You must return the way you came, back up the railroad tracks. But you will not be side by side, hand in hand. If you wish to bring the dead back to life, you must lead him, standing one in front of the other. You must have faith in yourself and in him to remain behind you. If you turn back to check if he’s there at any point in your journey, he must return to the underworld and you will continue back home alone. It will not be easy, there will be those on your path that will try to make you doubt. Whether you choose to listen to them or not is up to you. That is my condition. Choose to take it and I’ll let you go. Choose not and you will return alone. Will you take this test of faith?”

Faith contemplated for a minute. A single file walk back home, simply having to trust that he would be there. Could she do it? Did she really have the mental strength to?

She had to. There was no other choice. She came all this way, she wasn’t going to leave without him.

Faith turned to Hades and nodded solemnly. “I’ll take the test. We’re going home.” Hades smiled, something encouraging but also worried. “Then let’s send you two on your way.”

~

"Think they'll make it?" Pandora looked up at Tyr curiously. His face was caught between tired and hopeful.

"I don't know." He frowned, the tired sadness in his eyes taking over as his shoulders sagged like a sudden weight had dropped upon them.

"Tyr, you let them go." Pandora looked back at the two with a worried expression, the retreating figures of the pair as they started on their journey inspiring both excitement and fear. Tyr's soft laugh had her staring up again in confusion.

"I let them try." The hope was back, a smile just barely tugging his lips up.

Maybe...just maybe...

~

Faith was terrified, she really had to admit. Her hands were squeezed together in front of her to keep them from shaking and the only sound was her heart hammering in her ears. She could do this. There was no reason she couldn't. But there was still something weighing on her, like a block of marble threatening to crush her heart if she let it hope too much.

“You really think you can do this? Bring someone back from the dead that easily?” The voice was new, lilting and dripping in honeyed sympathy. Right, this was the enemy of the return trip Hades had warned her about.

The Fates. Or Fate, she supposed in this case. He'd told her this one was called Kravatas. Believed to control the lifespans of everyone through golden strings. They didn’t much appreciate being challenged, so the path back to the surface would have them whispering in her ears the whole time, making her doubt herself in an attempt to make her break the deal and turn around. She just had to be stronger than them.

"Poor naive Sister Koria. Why do you think no one has succeeded in this before? What makes you think you're better than anyone who came before you to walk this road?" He hissed, his sweet tone doing nothing to hide the acrid venom in his words. She knew she shouldn't listen, that he was just trying to mess with her. But something in his words made her hesitate for just a second.

"Faith? Faithful, listen to me. Just keep going, you have to trust me. I'm right here, I'm still with you." Albus’s voice pierced through her thoughts, reminding her that she wasn't alone in this. She took a trembling breath, wishing desperately she could turn around and hold him or at least reach back to touch him. Some kind of physical sign that he was there. But she couldn’t. All she had was his voice and her own faith in him.

“But does he have faith in you?” The voice was back, she could practically feel his breath curling against the back of her neck. And as much as she didn’t want to think about it, his question hit her. Did Albus have faith in her? He was living the good life in the underworld, the only reason he was going back to the surface, a life he loudly expressed his hatred of, was because of her. He could turn back at any time and never say a word. She would be left all alone and not even know it until she got back.

No, I can’t think like that. He wouldn’t do that to me. Sure his life hasn’t been great thus far but he loves me. I know he loves me.

Right?

~

Faith had long since lost track of how it’d been since they started walking. The hissing doubts of the Fates becoming white noise that buzzed in the back of her head. Not like she needed them, her own doubts were far louder.

He’s still there, right? He hasn’t spoken in a while, I can’t tell. He wouldn’t have turned around without telling me, right? He wouldn’t just leave me, right?

Faith had bitten her nails down to nothing, her nailbeds aching. She couldn’t hear, she couldn’t think. She just needed a minute to process but she had to keep moving. There was nothing she could do. It was just her, the road ahead, and her own thoughts. And that was the scary part.

I just have to trust him. I know Albus. He might’ve gone down himself but he’s coming back now. And that’s all that really matters, doesn’t it?

“He already left you once. Who says he won’t do it again?”

She nearly stopped in her tracks. He was right. She hated to admit it but he was right. Faith already had to walk down into hell for him once, took him away from a life he deserved far more than what the world above was giving him. What was stopping him?

“Do it.”

I have to.

“It’s just a peek.”

Just to check.

“Prove his love to you.”

Prove that I’m not a fool.

"Turn around, Faith.”

And turn she did, looking right into the betrayed eyes of the man she doubted.

In the dead silence of their walk through purgatory, Faith could hear both of their hearts shatter.

She knew Albus didn’t cry. He just didn’t. But nothing could hide the shine in his eyes or the waver to his voice. “Missed me that much, did you Faithful?”

It was all over. She’d let the Fates get in her head. She got in her own way. “Albus…I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you-” “Don’t apologize, Faith. I’ll see you eventually, right? Don’t forget about me while you live your life up there, will you?” “I don’t think I ever could forget you, Albus York.” She laughed wetly, his face beginning to blur from the tears that welled up in her eyes.

“I love you, Faith.”

“I love you too, Albus. I’ll see you again.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

~

Devlin leaned back against the wall of the train station, flipping a familiar gold coin idly. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of Faith and Albus. Lovers torn apart by doubt and want.”

The gathered crowd burst into a mix of applause and sobs, as was the reaction every time he told this story. He didn’t blame them, it was a popular one.

His coin flipping was distracted by a small tug on his sleeve. It was a little girl, one who attended his stories quite often and he’d heard some of the Sisters call Kerano. “Mr. Devlin? Can you tell it again?” Devlin sighed, shaking his head with a smile. Kerano’s hopeful stare and bright smile were too cute to deny. “Alright, one more time. Just for you. Now, on the road to the underworld, there was a railroad line.”

[hel-phoenyx]

Meili belongs to @azeler, Domhildr to @soupedepates, Oli to @thal-ent and Kaizarz and Skuld (mentioned) to @corneille-but-not-the-author

Needed to get some things out after the end of today's session /pos

Never been a fan of casinos, and I'm not a big fan on betting everything I own, either. Valentina may have left me the commandment, even if its for maintaining an appearance, while she sleeps and Kaizarz is consigned in, but I still have no rights to put the boat on the line.

I'm good with earning some qianfu and calling it a day, and I guess that if Meili did follow me even after throwing me than mean look, he is not in the mood to continue betting either. Well, that's what I can infer from the fact he's still following me.

I'm not in a good mood, for many reasons, one being that I feel like both a fraud an an incompetent and not a lot of people are helping with that feeling. i'm used to it, but today it stings. Maybe because that comes from the people that call themselves my friends.

The only friends I have left.

Also, Skuld's prediction and Kaizarz's words are worrying me. What's waiting for me at Luo Fei ?

So it is no surprise that when I find Oli again, having earned his fair share too while I was busy stopping Domhildr to go and bet her life upstairs, I am not in a good mood. I'm hiding that well enough, no one notices, but it is still not enjoyable to see her smile and having no energy to answer to it.

"Are we going back to the boat ?" They ask with a shiver of the wings.

I nod.

"Yeah. I've betted enough for today. I just need to warn- talk with the rest of the crew about that bribe matter."

That was close. Dunbar, our chaperone not paying a lot of attention to us, is still not aware the Kraken-King is on the boat. I'd rather not face problems with administration for lying about hiding the fucking king. They're already suspicious enough of my own legacy.

Oli doesn't answer, and we just start walking. General mood is low, I can feel it. Domhildr still is under the stress of the interrogation, having to distort truth so she isn't the cause of our downfall ; Meili looks agitated, don't know why. And Oli... I've always had a hard time deciphering their feelings.

So it is no surprise the silence escorts us. It is no surprise I can hear footsteps on the grounds, those of two people, to the point I can even infer they're women based on the noise of the shoes. It is no surprise I hear two feminine voices, that stops the moment we turn around a corner.

The first woman, I know is way older than she looks; There is a little something on her pale face, her red eyes, the marking on her cheeks. Her clothes feel a little too rich, a little to well-cut for a simple merchant. Even her hair is very-well taken care of. Long, royal blue hair flowing on her shoulders. I don't need my senses nor my magic to clock her as a danger.

But it's the second one that makes me stop dead in my tracks.

She's small, for both normal and my perpective. Dressed in a heavy armor with runes I can recognise. Purple tatoos on her face I've seen only in legends. Pale, even paler than me, with her cheeks almost blue.

Blue-eyed. White-haired. With a braid crown I would recognize anywhere for Skuld wove it in my hair yesterday.

Alive.

Everything she's not supposed to be.

And worst is

She, too, recognised me.

She stops. Blinks. Extends a hand, like she cannot believe it.

I can't, either.

"... Tyr ?"

How long

How long since I've heard that voice ?

I'm still frozen in place, eyes wide, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I fear he will break my ribs. I can't answer. But I know she doesn't need an answer. We both know it cannot be something else than the other.

The other woman turn towards me, and frowns.

"... Oh. So that's him."

I don't listen to her anymore.

Not that I would, anyway.

But she jumped in my arms like no one else existed and I can feel her heat, I can feel her heartbeat, I can feel her arms around me she's alive she's alive she's alive she's alive.

Seeing I don't react, Meili tries to pull her off me. And, of course, this is when my body reacts. My arms close around her, and I keep her close, like I should have like I thought I never could again like

Don't you dare try to take her from me.

I won't let anyone do so this time.

Meili frowns. But Oli, next to me, just has an hesitant smile, and lifts a hand, trying to focus the attention on something more normal.

"Huh.... Tyr, can you introduce us ?"

Can I ?

I've spent so long of my life hiding them from you. Because they wanted to. I'm sure she, too, remembers. The way she clings to my body like she wants to hide in it, as she always did when we were in danger. She doesn't even throw a look towards Oli or Meili, even if she did throw a foot in Meili's direction. keeping him away from us. She got stronger. I remember how frail she was.

But, now the cat's out of the bag, and I guess I can't hide her existence anymore.

I've never thought she would be once out in the open.

I just sigh.

".... Alright. Guys, let me introduce to you Brynja."

I hide her family name like I always did since that fateful day.

"My best friend-"

And so much more.

"That I thought dead."

Did I really need to meet a ghost from my past ?

Will she be the only one ?

Or do ice-blue eyes wait from me in the corner, with the word traitor on drew-back lips.

[coreene]

Tyr

Grimjaws, the Maimed God, the Evenhanded

Tyr Grimjaws, Tyr the Evenhanded, Wounded Tyr, the Maimed God, the Blind, Blind Tyr, the Lord of Justice all of these names speak to the nature of the Faerunian god of justice. Tyr appears as a noble warrior missing his right hand, which he lost to Kezef the Chaos Hound in an act of bravery and sacrifice, and with his eyes wrapped in cloth to signify his blindness, caused by a wound dealt to him by Ao when he questioned the justice of the Overgod's actions.

Tyr's followers devote themselves to the cause of justice, to the righting of wrongs and the deliverance of vengeance. This devotion isn't necessarily concerned with equality or fairness, but rather the discovery of truth and the punishment of the guilty. Those who favour Tyr tend to be stiff-necked about matters of theology and laws, seeing things in terms of black and white. Tyr's credo of lawfulness and honesty is a demanding one, and his priests remind the faithful not to hold in contempt others who can't live by it- it wouldn't be an honourable calling if everyone could muster the strength of will to follow it.

Many orders of knighthood are devoted to Tyr, including the Knights of Holy Judgment and the Knights of the Merciful Sword. Such knights-as well as judges and priests, clerics, and paladins who worship Tyr- sometimes wear thin strips of diaphanous cloth over their eyes to remind others of the blindness of justice.

source: Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide pg. 40

[the-welsh-witch]

I think my issue sometimes, in of myself, is that I ask Too Many Questions.

Not that asking Too Many Questions is bad, it's more so I have a high possibility of having ADHD and I have dyslexia, so my brain runs on a 'find new thing, learn EVERYTHING about said new thing as quickly as possible before we forget'.

Which, of course, for Witchcraft is fantastic, because I'm constantly learning and growing, and my thirst for hoarding knowledge brings me into contact with new people, and I learn even more, but I do have a tendency to struggle to slow down.

It's the start of Mabon today as I write this, and Tyr entered my space today. Naturally, I was really excited, I find him, Freya and Freyr, Fenrir and Jormungandr really really cool, and want to learn more about Norse Mythos, so asked if he would be sticking around or if he wanted to work with me in the future in the Norse Aspect, and fully got told to 'calm down and slow down' by like three different deities (at this point Rhiannon and Manawydan have realised I don't mean bad, I just get very excited to learn, and Hekate I think clocked it immediately since she made me research her in-depth so I slowed down a bit before working with me at all lol).

So I think it may just be the neurodivergance in me, but I do worry sometimes that I come across as a pest, when legit I walk into a practice, whether it be art or music or witchcraft, and my first thought is 'How does this work, and Why, and What is the history behind it?'

[tiredassmage]

DISCIPLES OF THE LAND >> MINER

[educationaldm]

Even though we are very unlikely to get new official Dark Sun D&D material, this is what you are missing.

[gxst]

CLOSED STARTER : halldor & tyr ( @cfkingdoms )

he could of course recognise when something was off, only he knew not the reason - him and his brothers not having the closest of bonds. it was not something he blamed them for, only an unfortunate symptom of not seeing eye to eye. he loved his brother, of course, but tyr was difficult. much like vidar. he couldn't quite understand either of them, they were too different from himself. too closed off for him to be able to pick up on any detailed patterns. often he felt as if he was only getting in the way of whatever course they were on, putting spokes in the wheels of an operation that would otherwise have run smoothly should he try to involve himself in their lievs. thus, in the name of making things as easy as possible for the three of them, he granted them space. no matter how insignificant or serious the conversation, he couldn't figure out how to make things better, so - aware that this perhaps made him seem callous, unbothered - instead he found himself stepping back. watching from the sidelines of tyr's life, so to speak, ready to step in should it become absolutely necessary but otherwise just... there, yes, but only a little bit. no intentions of leaving, making the space between them bigger or permanent, but what else was he to do?

thus, as breakfast had been served - the contents of their plates diminishing by each day that passed, it seemed - he found himself unsure of what to say. sitting alone with half of the magnussen twins represented, knowing not where the other one was. to him, ever since coming back, tyr had seemed this way. distant, uninterested, maybe even suspicious. it was strange. awkward. not how a bond between brothers should be. his hands tore a piece of stale bread down the middle, one piece passed over to his brother as if it were an olive branch. "i hear your friend is getting married," he then said, ridding them of the uncomfortable silence with an attempt at small talk. "it's a shame. i was all but ready to offer you up. for the alliance, you know? perhaps then our bread would be fresher."

[tyr-ghost]

So uh, haha :^)

Some Uwuigi for the soul ☆\U^U/☆

For my good friend who absolutely has opinions (derogatory) about this lil man ○w○

[godofthestupid]

love playing dnd

where else do you get fireball chaos,a ranger flying on a broom in circles to try and put out a fire,the rogue getting The One Ring™,a hobgoblin choir singing our battle music,all of which have been renamed by the Paladin to Randol and the Dance Session(we're very bad at it)

and finally having a group name: Die Mehrtyrer

[favorskill]

ruminating about one of the dynamics knack had with one of her party members way back when ................. she was a noble wizard that knack irritated/annoyed at every single corner LMFAO. she stole from her, constantly, and she even pushed her down a trapdoor  💀

[starlitangels]

G I A N T D A D !!!

Pali he looks amazing and regal and I love him so much!

Since the video is out, here is Hades' updated look for the new series on GoodBoyAudios!

[ratwednesday]

D U A L I T Y

this was a huge and gorgeous commission that I got to make for Tyr! a ton of detail and time went into this piece; I really recommend zooming in to take a closer look at it.