#and for some reason i really wanted to draw the disguised tieflings

[imorphemi]

various mighty nein doodles hehe

[wereah]

Design for my Tiefling, Salron, this is a costume they had to make, using Disguise Self, for a fancy dress party at the Chimera Academy.

They look a little older than what I wanted, but @dailyrandomwriter ( the DM! ) pointed out that drawing Real Teens is hard. There's a reason why most just use height to signify age.

I think Salron came out really cute! The DM ( some of their story is a mystery to me, because I LOVE that kind of thing ) told me that Salron and their twin sister Emmi, are spitting images of their mother Darlina. Just with Tiefling traits lol

If I can find the sketch of Darlina I'll post it here in a sec

[saphirered]

Heyy i hope this is ok, I really love your Verin x reader where he goes to see his brother is it ok to ask for a continuous of it like he visits the empire to see his brother but also the reader ???

I'm doing okay, thank you for asking! The dreaded double shifts have returned but I have a moment of freedom now. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 😘

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The sudden disappearance of Essek Thelyss had left quite the ravage in its wake. The Lens; the network of spies of the Dynasty was left in disarray and without a commander, valuable information had been lost and the underground threats of the Empire still posed a risk. The loss of their connection to the Empire and their own spies to keep tabs on the higher ups Essek had provided had disappeared with him leaving little to no information of the inner workings and plotting on the Dwendalian side of the border.

It was the perfect cover story. Verin is by no means as clever and cunning as his brother. He’s the first one to admit so. He’s got his own strength but that doesn’t leave him lacking a skillset similar to his brother’s. Verin knows how to get information. Verin knows how to stick to the shadows. Verin knows what he’s doing. That’s the words of those who spoke in his favour at the Lucid Bastion when he offered the prospects of temporarily providing that bridge until a suitable replacement was found.

Verin had proven to them his loyalty through providing them with answers to the questions they had been asking about the ongoings in Rexxentrum, limited but answers no less which was much better than what they had before. He offered them a remedy against the chaos and they could do nothing other than take it. So Verin got to frequent his resources of this information insisting he’d take care of this personally due to the fragility of them and risks associated; willing to make that sacrifice for his country and not needlessly put lives at risk, especially not after the disgrace his brother had brought them and his family.

Little did they know that his link to the Empire was you; one who sits on the Kings’ Council and you pointing him in the right direction, leaking through formation that was common knowledge between the higher ups of the empire; information that could have been provided by simply striking up a conversation with one of them. It was merely an excuse for Verin to visit his brother… and you as his social visits now included you many a time. He may have grown a bit attached to your company and you’d not risk sending another drow, let alone a Thelyss to stay at already suspected-of-lowkey-treason-every-Thursday Widogast/Thelyss household. No, you’d let Verin stay within the safety of your home escorting him wherever he needs to go to assure none of you get arrested for conspiracy and treason yourselves.

The cover used for the Dynasty was a little easier to maintain than the one for the Empire. Essek’s disguise had of course been in play long before Verin’s arrival. Essek claimed himself to be a former student of Yussa Errenis. That’s how he got to meet Caleb and when Caleb went to settle and teach at the Soltryce Academy he went with, settling down together going on their occasional adventures.

Verin’s had to be tied to that in some way or their frequent interactions would draw attention, be that people suspecting an affair between the two or something deeper. So the story in nature had to stay simplistic as Verin’s frequent traveling had to be explained and excused in a believable manner. He’d be the so-manieth son of a Nicodranian lord who was given little to no attention from his parents and siblings until he proved capable politically making friends and more importantly connections all over. The downside of these connections; they had to be maintained so he’d travel the world to do so but never too bothered to visit his childhood friend; the former apprentice living with professor Widogast.

Now of course you got some encouragement from the king’s council to nurture this relation with the Nicodranian lord’s son and opening up your own home instead of letting the man stay in one of the many lavish taverns was just that extra personal touch they needed to know you’d do so in name of the king of course. They just didn’t know this was all a lie and you’d keep it that way. The four of you and by extension the Nein and their allies aware would do anything to keep it that way even if that meant a certain little blue tiefling blackmailing a Nicodranian lord or two to keep up the facade with the things she had learned and overheard over her years at the Lavish Chateau.

You’d spent your day off with Caleb, Essek and Verin on a double date of sorts wandering the city, going sightseeing and just exploring ending with a dinner at your place. It had been a pleasant day and you and Caleb had taken a few moments away to allow the brothers to go out on their own for a while as you’d usually done. It still felt strange having the both of them in one place and acting civil no less. Essek had expected his next meeting with his brother to end with one of them dead but that dinner with the Nein had proved him different. Verin refuses to tell him what you’d told his brother to convince him to stay his hand exactly but never stalled to playfully remind Essek he had you to thank for his life.

Essek was happy to admit his relationship with his brother had almost gone back to normal. The normal before both of them were left to the responsibilities and expectations of the world and their country. There were still some hindrances and disagreements but they managed to work through them one by one as adults, though you and Caleb might have something different to say about the bickering children at times. They were siblings and even the semblance of normalcy and a healthy relationship between them brought smiles to your faces as both you and Caleb had been there when it came to your own makeshift family.

The night of your ‘double date’ had ended in a lovely dinner at your place after an eventful day. Caleb and Essek had headed home but a few minutes ago and you’d resigned yourself to washing the dirty dishes. Caleb and Essek had offered to stay and help but you’d shooed them and told them not to worry. There’s just something peaceful about the manual labor of such a mundane task letting your mind wander wherever it went.

“You know you could just cast a spell to clean them, or leave them for your help to clean in the morning.” Verin leans against the door frame watching you clean. You had this argument before. Yes you could speak a few words and snap your fingers and done nor would your housemaid complain about doing them in the morning should you leave them. You’d always felt uneasy with live-in housekeeping for some reason. Perhaps it’s the feeling of lack of privacy or maybe your need for independence but Verin blames your upbringing among the common folk where these were simply tasks you did every day.

“I could also cast a spell and make you do it.” You laugh setting another wet plate on the stack of clean ones ready to be dried and flick your wet hand at Verin who gives you a disapproving look seeing the droplets being absorbed by the fabric of his shirt. he knows better than to argue with you on this and instead picks up the dishcloth beginning to dry the stack of washed plates and putting them in the cabinet where you store them.

“You could just leave them for for the servants.” You mimicked his tone best you could with a laugh and now it’s Verin’s turn to dip his finger tips into the water and flick it at you. You gasp. He’d been getting bolder the more at ease he’d become and you got to see the drow more as the real person behind the layers of responsibility and complexity of his life and just let him be him. You’d seen this transcend with Essek before and knew well enough were it lead. If you could provide a similar haven of peace and allow him to be himself you’d do so. It wasn’t even a sacrifice made as you enjoyed Verin’s company. Though, you could do without him never putting your precious books back onto their shelves when not reading them. He blames losing the tome in your extensive collection if he did so.

“And if I’ve learned anything I know you’d dry them yourself. Last I checked you’re not a servant or am I mistaken?” Verin jokes as he stacks the dried bowls carefully.

“And you’d know all about that, wouldn’t you? Tended to by servants cleaning up after you wherever you went?” You grin finishing the last dish and putting it on the stack turning to lean your hips against the counter behind you. You cross your arms with a teasing grin on your face as you look at him. He knows that grin all too well, enough to know what’s coming.

“Need me to lay out your clothes for the morning, m’lord? Should I bring you a midnight snack, m’lord? Do you desire a bath, M’lord? I could wash your hair and style it just the way you like it m’lord. Would you like me to help you get dressed, m’lord?” You put on a light voice and curtsy holding back laughter as Verin picks up the last dishes and puts them in the cabinet. He’s laughing with you, the act you put on quite hilarious to him. He knows you’re over exaggerating and he knows you know. He’s proven himself independent but it doesn’t help he actually knows people who are tended to in such a way.

“Not far off. I’ll applaud your efforts but you’re mixing tasks. Clothes do not leave the wardrobe until the moment before they’re meant to be worn. You wouldn’t want to wake your lord in the middle of the night so if a midnight snack as you say, should be desired, it should be prepared or provided when asked for. If you’re tending to the lord themself you wouldn’t be the one drawing the bath. As for getting dressed, I doubt you’d be able to help me because I recall you saying my enormous ego gets in your way too much already.” Verin speaks with all seriousness until he’s standing in front of you, hands clasped behind his straightened back. You share a look before bursting out in laughter.

As a reward for this moment of joy you pull out a bottle of wine and two glasses pulling him over to the table by the window he’d once climbed through to hide from the guard patrol. You set down the glasses and begin pouring the wine like a properly schooled server. Verin shakes his head as you pull out the chair for him and let him sit with a bow as you take your own chair at the other side. He may have some comments on the proper posture and manners but holds them back for the sake of humour. He knows you know so instead you just enjoy your wine together.

“How was your day?” You ask taking a sip.

“I’d tell you you’d know since you were there.” Verin commented and you kicked at his leg giving him a look. When you kick again he grabs your leg between his squeezing his shins together to trap it between his and gives you a wink as he takes a sip and releases you smugly.

“I enjoyed it. The gardens were lovely and seeing Essek get in the middle of an intense bet, letting loose like he did… I have not seen that side of my brother in a long time. Not but months ago whenever I tried to take him for a fun night out he’d complain and be a stuck up.” Verin speaks and you can imagine this truth of Essek. He had changed a lot ever since getting entangled with the Mighty Nein. For the better; that’s something you and Verin can agree on.

You enjoy the rest of your wine conversing about the rest of your day, Verin’s travels, your daily business and more. It’s something you’d grown so accustomed to. You pour yourself and Verin another glass, splitting the last contents of the bottle between the two of you with a ‘thank you’ from Verin as you give him just a little bit more.

“How long will you be staying this time round?” You ask changing the subject.

“Trying to get rid of me already? I’ve only been here for one night.” Verin sends you one of his usual charming grins and you wink back at him.

“If I wanted to get rid of you I’d simply call for the guards. How many times do you have to keep sneaking through my window? You know I have a front door right?” You know of his nightly endeavours. You know he really does have information to collect from sources you may or may not have hinted at but he could simply use the front door. You don’t mind either way but getting the living daylights scared out of you when you go into the kitchen for a midnight snack or a glass of water still half asleep, you could do without.

“I’ve been granted three weeks.” Verin has to admit, the Bright Queen’s acceptance of his time came as a surprise. He suspects the Dusk Captain might have gotten her in better spirits that morning and he couldn’t be more thankful. The ‘why’ at the end of his question was implied so he awaits your reply.

“I have some business to attend to at noon but the Mighty Nein is meeting up in Nicodranas for a little side adventure.” Oh. Verin does his best to not let his disappointment show. It’s the downside of not being able to send word ahead or know your schedules beforehand. If he’d known he’d planned differently. He doesn’t want to stand in between you and his brother’s friends.

“I will see you off then.” The crestfallenness in his voice is clear for you to hear so when you reach out over the table to clasp your hand over his, his eyes are drawn to you. Your gentle smile confuses him.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to join us. We’ve worked around the sunlight sensitivity before, especially in the Menagerie Coast so if it’s no bother to you, why don’t you join us?” Verin looks at you, thinking you’re kidding or lying but sees none of this. He thinks for a second.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude-“ He begins but you cut him off with another squeeze to his hand and a reassuring look.

“You won’t. You’re one of us now, Verin. You can’t get rid of us anymore.”

“Then I will come along. Thank you, you and your friends, for everything you’ve done for me.” Verin doesn’t really know how to handle this; getting closer to his brother’s friends, especially you that is. He’s never been in a similar position and the sheer genuineness of it is heart melting, even for him. Not even within his own family has he encountered this and he had been a lot closer with his family than his brother in their younger years.

“You’re very welcome.” You’d be off with Verin and the others. Another sea voyage? Perhaps, but like always you’d see where the winds would take you even if that’s by the literal winds, or a name on a map that sounds funny, or when you’ll unavoidably be on the run from some kind of creature chasing you. Let’s hope that dragon turtle stays far away, and if not, you’d have one hell of a time fighting it. With Verin at your sides this time. He’d be in for an adventure. He’d be in for a surprise. He’d be in for an undoubtable amount of chaos. And he’d welcome it all with open arms. Damn his sentimental side. He blames Essek for that one.

[kaiju-z]

Seon Adventures Episode 38: Bathhouses and Bonds

After a month of travel, successfully retrieving the King’s Blade, Ena, learning who their client is, i. e. Akar’Niel and choosing to learn more about the circumstances of the mass elimination of dwarves and dragonborn on Seon, the party have reached Guan.

And straight off the bat, no pun intended, the group discover they are followed by an imp. After a quick discussion on whether to take it down or not, Malak stils his hand from sending the denizen of Hell back home, as it approaches the group.

Through a quick inspection of the party, the shape changing critter flies over to Mournimar and delivers the Tiefling Ranger a Sending Stone, of a blue diamond make. After which it does a JoJo pose and poofs.

As stated previously, this was a Sending Stone, allowing someone to cast 2 sending messages a day. But only to the person that has the other one. Rocky Talkies, as Malak puts it. (Or Hayden, I’m not sure. They’re both wholesome and we love them).

Mournimar gets that explained to him and calls the person that gifted it to him. And he hears a familiar voice from the other end say " Well you are alive, then!”. Much to the tiefling’s frustration, he recognizes the voice as that of his ex-boyfriend, Lazarus, follower of Potencia.

Mourni tries to ask what he wants, but instead Lazarus does the “kh-kh” noise (you know the one, where someone does a double pistols and a wink???) and that’s about all the messaging that goes on for that day.

Again. Much to Mournimar’s frustration.

Malak suggests getting rid of the stone. But Mournimar wants to keep it.

Luck suggests flipping a coin and he even brings one out from his journal bag. But Jun suggests Mournimar hold onto it and in the end, they agree on that.

(Also Mournimar gets a praise from Jun, which makes him feel validated).

The rest of the day passes uneventfully and they carry on, as the ground beneath their feet becomes more and more rocky. WIth the most perceptive in the party taking note that there’s a slight silhouette in the near distance of a town.

During the night, Belli receives a dream, like everyone else, but Mournimar, before her. As everyone had kept their dreams to themselves, for the following day, the group find themselves walking into a small and cozy town, which Arryn guesses would be Sodinvorg, most likely.

Very different from what the group had been used to so far. In a wasteland such as this (which funny enough is the right temperature for Luctan to feel at straight up at home?!) Sodinvorg’s constructed of tall buildings made out of clay, all painted red, white or red and white. Most split in multiple flats as they can tell from the windows. A variety of people in the windows, mostly Yuan-Ti, Kobolds, Tabaxi and Lizardfolk.

People here know each other and are close, mingling with each other.

Notable locations are the bathhouse, the tavern and the marketplace.

Luctan makes a b-line for the bathhouse, all excited and swept under the positive nostalgia of the enviroment he find himself in, with Jun joining him, all the while Belli would go and buy certain supplies. Cement included for some reason?! And then go to the apothecary.

A pair of young lizardfolk women run the bathhouse, which the pair of Jun and Luck can discern is constructed very intricately and with a style to it. (The place is essentially a roman bathhouse.)

Mournimar woud go to the Rolls and Scrolls place, where one could buy spell scrolls and delicious breads, as advertised, while Malak would check with the antique shop.

Inside the bath house, Jun takes on her mask of a beautiful Drow woman, named Valencia, having noted that there aren’t really any humans in the area.  Valencia is a bit posh. Long white hair in a bun.

As they score themselves a place in the bath, The Disguise Duo enjoy a relaxing bath, unbothered by the cramped and crowded enviroment, as they are  confident about themselves and their bodies.

No juicy gossip in the area and even if there was, a loud comment about Mommy Milkers from another of the patrons would distract the duo.

Arryn eventually joins the two, but after an unfortunate bomb dive goes wrong, he leaves, as the pool was too shallow for any acrobatics. Luctan’s Healing Word aids him in recovering from at least the physical pain, at least.

The duo have another talk, where Luck learns of Jun’s origins. Though she began her careers in Sa Doma, she was originally from  Elmeria. Which, to say the least, was a neat coincidence, as the party had gotten their initial name there, when asked by Morticia.

Jun would share that, given her race as a Changeling, few doors were truly open for her, as a Shapeshifter in a world that had a bias against them, and so, the bounty hunting life and that of an escort were ones that she could slip into easily. Luck would bemoan her fate, how opportunities were taken from her due to things she couldn’t help. But was glad for her being able to make the best of it.

“When one door closes, another opens”, the two would agree.

Luck would tell her his story, in turn, being candid about the facts, though, naturally, given they were speaking around others, he’d of course avoid using the “H” word as to where he had come from. Besides, the yalready knew about that from the fight at the barn.

Luck would come to a point, admitting that he was unsure what to do with himself now. He was content helping people, but he had no plan on what to do with himself now, when he didn’t take on the rest of his revenge quest.

Jun encourages him to take the time and consider. And she’d admit that conversations weren’t generally something people would approach her for, given her non-violent work ethic.

But Luck would compliment her for her talk, appreciating being able to talk openly with her on matters. Jun would note that he was about the 3rd person to praise her for that.

Meanwhile, at the Rolls and Scrolls, Mournimar spends big money on several rolls and scrolls, making Matiro, the Yuan-Ti’s day with all the cash that comes his way.

Feather Fall, Aid, Calm Emotions and Find Steed are all bought and paid for by the Ranger, with the latter three being bought for a collective 500 gold.

Furthemore, the tiefling buys 7 loafs of bread, for the party and Arryn.

And then. Before he leaves, Mournimar leaves the man a tip of 5 platinum. And upon leaving, he can distinctly hear the Yuan-Ti scurry off, screaming to a friend: “PHILLIP! I’M IN LOVE!”

At a convergence point, Mournimar gets a gold piece from Jun and a pat on the head. Getting validated by an older female figure boosts his morale. Quite evident from his tail wagging like crazy.

From the calico Tabaxi, Jolly Sunrise, proprietor of “ Happy Belly Rubs “, Belli gets a healing herb, a root that healing potions are made from. 

(It is at this point that we spend 10 minutes on Tabaxi bathroom name jokes. It’s just-you had to be there.)

Jolly makes a “Jolly Secret Rub”, which gives the party 1d8 Temp Hp. Gives special smelling salts, which are used as Spare The Dying as a bonus action. 165 worth. And lastly, upon Belli’s request, she delivers onto the Half-Orc Bard a pair of extra spicy peppers, referred to as “Dragon’s Breath”.

“Don’t give it to halflings. It could genuinely kill them.” she would note.

Also Belli learns that Jolly has a tiefling brother. Due to his fire resistance, she had learned that these could kill anoyone, without fire resistance. (Though that could’ve been a joke0

After the bread, the party go to the Cozy Leaf. An older tabaxi man, orange and graying around the nose, heads the place. He has a menu. There’s coffee, milk, honey milk. Maple Milk! The man’s name is Leaf On The Water. He has a strange clockwork device playing relaxing music nearby, giving the place a wholesome atmosphere.

His Grandson, an Artificer, built this contraption. Travels and sends new stuff to the old cat.  There’s a stick figure drawing at the counter, drawn by the youngest in the family, his granddaughter. The grandson is taller than him. Grandson is 30. Grand Daughter is 3.

There’s even a portrait that gets showcased of the family. One big orange family. Himself, his three kids and his two grandkids.

Most of the group, but the bearded ones, get themselves a warm beverage. Honey Milk and Maple Milk.

While the patrty slowly unwind for the day, Belli asks Jun if she has any expertise with chemicals. Interesting enough, the Bloodhunter does have skills with alchemy supplies. And the two work on making  pepper spray. Super. Spicy. Pepper Spray.

Malak find himself buying several items from the antique shop, run by the kobolds Zett and Nix, Red and Bronze respectively.

From the items presented to him, he takes what he could consider lucky charms.

Among them a coin of a strange material, a stone figurine of a snake, as well as a small silver rod with no decoration. It makes a harp noise. Notably,  the rod gives off faint evocation magic.

Before purchasing these, he asks the Kobolds, just to be sure, that they hadn’t pilfered these from any gravesights and the like. They specify that any item they have in their shop has been brought in from families, who found no use for them.

They are established businessmen here. And the price for the collection of items bought is 25 silver. Enough to cover rent for the month.

Malak thanks them in Draconic and leaves after the monetary exchange.

At the end of the day, as everyone prepares for the night’s rest in the tavern, Jun keeps an ear and eye out for gossip, while Mournimar takes a single room for himself (and Morgan).

One, where he has himself his own little dream.

End of Episode.

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[klea221]

Blood and Gold Part 1

*This is a fic of my own. I have not finished campaign 2 yet but I am being self indulgent and writing because I cannot get enough of Mollymauk. (I refuse to let him be dead!)*

The wind off the river was warm and calming, just like any other day in Marquet.

Merchants bartered and unloaded cargo. Children stopped to gawk at the foreign goods only to be quickly shooed away.

Life here was simple to the untrained eye but for those who knew better, “freedom” came at a cost.

Beginning to climb off the rocks and through the reeds, I realize that my hiding spot is in jeopardy. Stilling, I hope to remain unseen by the guards.

Casting “disguise self”, I make my way to the passenger ship. The price is a steep 300 gold but once I get to the menagerie coast, I can start my new life. Surely, its worth the cost. Hopefully, my sister Yara will keep up the illusion until I’m far enough away…

I limit my time outside the cabin to twice a day to keep up the disguise. The rest of the time I use to plan my next steps. Of course I had never really “worked” before but, I had extensive tutoring and training at the palace which could come in useful. Armed with my bow, a dagger, and my sword, I could become some sort of adventurer! It could be like the stories father used to tell us growing up about the great heroes of the past!

Shrugging it off, I remind myself not to get too carried away. Surely, it would be more reasonable to work in a tavern of some sort…

Suddenly, I am pushed out of my thoughts by my sister’s message,

“(Y/N)! Its me, Yara! I was unable to keep up the act! Father has sent a search party! Be safe”

~~

Even with closed eyes, I can still smell the blood. As quick as the rebellion came and left, the damage was already done. The streets of Ank’Harel were stained red. Noble houses were torn a part and everyone was on edge.

After a week of negotiation, things began to change. Hopefully things would go back to “normal”.

“We will form an alliance! There will be no more bloodshed in this city. We have a duty to the people, Ozai!” commanded the king.

“Yes, of course. There is however, a price for my… compliance” says General Ozai.

“Name it” answered the king, trying to remain prideful.

“Your daughter will marry Omar, He will become the Prince”.

“It will be done”.

I couldn’t breathe.

Omar was just as cruel as his father-if not worse. He was even rumoured to keep many slaves. Surely this man could not ever love let alone be a good husband. I felt sick. As I looked around the room, it spun and no body seemed to care.

~

“I will not hear anymore of this (y/n). My word is final! You will marry Omar! The wedding will be next month and that is that!” yelled the king.

My father almost never yelled, especially not to me. After the rebellion he seemed to be unhinged and there would be no use in arguing. My fate is settled; marry Omar or go far away-and never return…

“I understand” was all I could muster before storming off to my chambers. I grabbed all that I could and made my way to the docks.

~

My eyes shot open as I rose from the hard cot. The ship’s horn bellowed, vibrating the floor and walls of the cabin. Looking over to my window, I could see a huge lighthouse in the shape of the Wild Mother. This is it! This must be Nicodranas! Excited for what this new place has in store, I toss all of my things into my bag and leave the ship for the last time.

~~

I cannot help but feel captivated by the delicate blue hues around me. The air is a beautiful combination of warmth, sea salt, and the smell of cinnamon. Looking over to a bakery, I see freshly made pastries and decide I should indulge myself! Why not?

Before I am able to take my first bite, the heavy presence of guards makes me uneasy. Trying to be stealthy, I make my way into an alley and case “disguise self” for the first time today.

“Hey! I can do that too!” says a cheerful accented voice.

Looking over my shoulder, I see a blue tiefling magically transform into a blond human girl in peasant’s clothing.

“My name is Jester! I’ll keep your secret if you give me your donut!” she says happily eyeing my purchase.

Though she is quite forward, I feel comforted by the tiefling and decide that maybe I shouldn’t be alone anymore.

“Why don’t I just buy us some more then! Oh- and my name is y/n!” I tell her as we walk back to the bakery.

~

Jester can talk nonstop! Normally this would be a little much for me but, having travelled alone for so long, I welcome it. Jester quickly tells me all about the city, her mother, and all the tricks the so called “Traveler” has taught her. Sticking with my plan, I tell her that I am looking for work while in Nicodranas. She happily takes me to her Inn where her mother helps me secure a job. I work hard cleaning up after guests and fetching them any food or drink that they require in exchange for room and board. It is very hard work but, Jester keeps me company most days.

~~

One night as I’m folding tablecloths, I hear a commotion on the stairs. Its Lord Sharpe and he’s livid!

“IF I EVER SEE YOUR DAUGHTER AGAIN I WILL HAVE HER KILLED!”

Oh no! Jester what has she done now!

Trying to stay out of the argument, I look up to see Marion on the staircase with tears streaming down her normally poised face. This was really bad indeed…

~

Making my way up to Jester’s room, I can already hear Marion and Jester.

“But Mama! It was just a joke! Surely he can’t be serious!” whines Jester. She’s completely unaware of the gravity of her actions.

“Lord Sharpe is an extremely powerful man Jester, I don’t think we should take the risk! I think it would be best if you left the city for awhile. Maybe with time things will blow over” says Marion, pushing the hair out of Jester’s face.

Opening the door, I try to aid Marion in convincing Jester to play it safe.

“Jester, your mother is right-I-I’ve seen what men with power can do…” I say cryptically.

Not sensing that Jester is understanding, I take my chances and tell them both my REAL story. I tell them all bout my engagement and how awful the ramifications would have been had I stayed. Who knows, maybe I would’ve been killed one day to give Omar the throne…

“Jester, we can go together, we can keep each other safe from bad guys. I’m sure the Traveler will help us!” I say, trying to persuade her.

“Thank you for telling us this (y/n). You are a true friend. I know you will keep my little sapphire safe!” she says pulling me into a hug.

“It is settled then, we will leave at once!” Jester says.

“Here, this should help you two along” says Marion, placing a rather large coin purse into Jester’s hands. “Be very careful Jester, and try not to play too many tricks!” warns Marion.

~~

Jester had decided that we would search for her long-lost father (whom she had never even met). Not wanting to crush her hopes, I tag along on the mission.

In Port Damali, our “investigation” runs dead. Despite this, we manage to gain a member into our little group. Having noticed our cleric abilities, a half-orc sailor named Fjord offered to travel with us. He tells us that he wishes to enroll at the magic academy in the Dwendalian Empire.

As we lead the coast and travel towards this new Empire, the air become noticeably cooler. The ocean views become obscured by rocky mountain terrain, and I begin to feel anxious for the road ahead.

~

As we arrived at Trostenwald, there was a commotion by the lake. Curiously walking closer, we see a giant water snake and a tiny screaming girl curled in its grasp.

In a matter of seconds, a female monk leaps onto the scene in a flash of blue robes. She begins to pummel the beast with her staff. Seeing as she may need help with killing the snake, the three of us run to help.

Aiming by bow toward the beast, I surprisingly manage to hit it right behind the head. However, before I can get too excited, I realize the beast is far too large for one arrow alone to take it down. The snake angrily strikes at the monk who narrowly dodges the attack.

Fjord runs up to the beast and draws his sword while I prepare another arrow. This time, I aim for the eyes.

Now blinded and confused, the creature is unaware of Fjord’s presence. He quickly begins to cut through the beast’s tough skin, killing it.

As the snake falls to the ground, the crowd erupts with cheers.

Jester runs over to the little girl and quickly casts “cure wounds”. My heart finally slows down knowing that the girl is safe.

“YOU GUYS THAT WAS AWESOME!” yells Jester, waving her hands around.

“Ugh, yeah! That was pretty rad” says the monk. “My name’s Beau by the way”

“Oh! I’m Jester! And this is y/n and Fjord!” says Jester, happily.

“Nice to meet you” I say shyly.

“Are you guys travelling too?” asks Beau.

“Yes, we are making our way north to the Soltryce Academy” says Fjord.

“Ah- the Soltryce Academy you say… No offense but you guys are gonna need some serious coin for that” says the monk, knowingly.

“You don’t say… You wouldn’t happen to know anyone who is hiring, would you?” says the half-orc.

“Well I mean, I was going to do some work for the Baumbach Brewery before this snake thing happened… You’re welcome to tag along if you’d like” offers the monk.

“Hey! That sounds like it could be fun!” says Jester.

~

After living in a palace most of my life, I try not to complain too much about manual labour but this job was BRUTAL. The four of us have done nothing but haul boxes and crates for hours on end. My body was sore and sweaty despite the cool air of Trostenwald.

By the time we got to the Nestled Nook Inn, my body was on autopilot. Not bothering to eat, I head upstairs and crash onto the bed.

~

With an aching body, I finally pull myself out of bed and open the door. I am greeted with the comforting smell of fresh bread and breakfast meats. Sitting down with the rest of the group, I forget my table manners and devour the food placed in front of me.

Not long into breakfast, the little girl’s father from yesterday enters the Inn. Nervously, he makes his way to our table and thanks us graciously. Before leaving, he dumps a hatful of coin onto our table. The coin pile draws much attention so, I rush to divide the pile evenly.

As Jester begins to converse with the table next to us, quick introductions are made. Before I can dwell on the halfling’s odd appearance, two more strange figures make their way noisily through the Inn.

Quickly turning my head in annoyance to the commotion, my heart stops for a moment. Having lived in Marquet all my life, I was used to Tieflings as they were common to see around the city. This lavender one however, was a sight to behold. And Gods was I in trouble…

[booksxtvxsupernatural]

DND Rant:

GERM, SAMIRAH, NOVA, DINGLEHOPPER, DO NOT READ!!

I'M SERIOUS GET OUT OF HERE...

Gone? Good.

I should preface this with saying that I only recently started playing DND. I jumped in the deep end and started dm'ing in December. And...oof. It was rough. I knew more about the rules than the rest of the players, simply through osmosis watching Critical Role and googling as much as I could when I didn't understand something. So it was hard to get the hang of.

I'm running Mines of Phandelver. A classic. Easy, beginner module, right? You don't know my party. For some context, they call themselves Chaotic Stupid. I've got a rogue that runs from combat, a knowledge cleric that hallucinates and is more inclined to kill than heal, a sorcerer that hates casting spells, and a barbarian that flirts with anything that moves.

So we get to the part where the Redbrands attack. I make it very clear that they can attack non-lethally.

They kill them all.

Now they're wounded and being chased. I ask them where they want to run, they say up the hill, where the enemy headquarters is. They bang on the door, find more Redbrands, collectively shit their pants, and fight both the guards and the Redbrands. So while I'm wondering how this got so out of hand, my barbarian takes off down the side of the house, breaks in through the window to the wizards room ALONE, and just straight up bolts through the mansion, a wizard, guard, and nothic on his tail. My rogue runs, drawing away two guards and, through some high rolls, kills them with rocks. The sorcerer goes unconscious, along with the cleric. The guards don't want them to die, so they stabilize them, and they both get arrested. Meanwhile, my barbarian managed to stealth away because the guards were too busy with a nothic on the loose.

So my rogue and barbarian disguise themselves in drag to go to the prison, but the barbarian freaking WINKS at one of the guards, gets noticed, and hides in shit and hay for the day. The rogue buys an actual disguise, pretends to be the sorcerer's MOTHER (she's a tiefling, he's a dragonborn, but the guards rolled a three, so...) and actually gets into the prison to talk to the group before ditching back to the inn, leaving the barbarian to camp in the woods, alone.

So yeah. Chaotic Stupid.

But here's the thing: they've been hesitant to roleplay. It's just been too silly to them. But THIS! THIS is what brought them together. My sorcerer and cleric had a discussion in the jail cell! And they debated with the warden! And my barbarian and rogue planned a prison infiltration! And my rogue! My rogue! She came up with a whole encounter and lie and story all on her own, role-playing the entire thing! That has NEVER happened before, and I couldn't be happier or prouder of them.

And I actually faired quite well with this. Things went completely off the script. I didn't touch the module book once that session. And I guess I was relying so much on the book, I wasn't having fun. But once I was forced to adapt, bam! Everything clicked. And I felt like I was actually in control of the narrative, not just desperately trying to keep afloat.

But I'm most proud of this:

My cleric, in jail and scared of being locked up and confined, prayed to her god for guidance. Now, she's only level 3, so divine intervention isn't an option for her. I actually have a whole storyline for her waaaaay later on, where she'll learn that Bahamut chose her for a reason. In other words: she's my Fate-Touched. I'm excited to drag her into it and see how she handles it.

Anyway, she prays. No response. Now, I'm thinking, matt mercer would give them a dream right now, but I don't know how to do that... But screw it, and I did it. And I don't think it was perfect but... It was damn good.

And it's just... The CONFIDENCE that gave me. I never feel confident. I'm the most socially awkward person you will meet. But that entire scene... I can't describe it. I'm just so happy. That's all. And I needed to rant about it. I'm just really, really happy.

[two-plus-two-is-four]

The lovely @thelordofshadows suggested that I answered every question, probably after recognizing how hyped I was about Apaera, so here I go!

Answers under the cut because this is going to be a loooong post.

01. What is their favorite food? Overall, she prefers fruity sweets like baked apples. She especially likes anything cinnamon flavored. If desserts don’t count, then a fish stew.

02. Do they have a fear of an animal? If so, what animal? Not really. Unless the animals are corrupted somehow.

03. What do they wear to bed? Pants and a loose long sleeved shirt. Might layer a nightdress underneath for extra warmth.

04. Do they like cuddling? She’d be caught dead before admitting it to anyone, but yes and that says a lot.

05. Do they have a secret handshake with anyone? She prefers absurd questions or phrases, to identify people in disguise.

06. What do they look like? She has pitch black skin and hair. Her eyes have a silver iris and she is usually shrouded in darkness.

07. Do they like chocolate? LOVE chocolate!

08. What are their good and bad traits? Her good trait is her empathy, for most things living. Her bad trait is her stubbornness.

09. Do they have any artistic talent? Not quiet artistic, but she does know how to play a few melodies on the flute.

10. What is their favorite room to be in, in the house  they live in? The tallest part of the tower where she can gaze out from

11. Do they believe in luck? Yes, and she actually considers herself to be quiet fortunate. Lady luck isn’t always sweet to her, but she respects the ups and down as a bigger part of the chaos she thrives in. (As answered previously)

12. Can they do magic? Yes, she can cast the spells she’s blessed with. Usually illusion magic.

13. Do they believe in dragons? It’d be harder not to.

14. What is a pet peeve of theirs? When the person she is talking to vanishes.

15. What was the last thing they cried about? Besides from pain, the loss of someone important enough to stir up emotion inside her.

16. What is their sexuality? Generally uninterested, both sexually and romantically, so asexual aromantic. Before her transition to the being she is currently she hadn’t given it much thought.

17. Do they have a best friend? If so, who, and what makes them their best friend? Life long friendships are difficult for her. Besides the few she connects with during their life, probably someone with the same lifespan as her. A certain tiefling comes to mind.

18. Have they ever been in a romantic relationship? No, since her crush short of died, unfortunately. Her feelings are quiet numb either way.

19. What does their relationship with their family look like? Are they close? Distant? Ect. Her family by blood, she has long lost contact with. She doesn’t really recall them anymore, besides her little sister who she still thinks about from time to time. Her found family she is quiet close to, despite all of them having their own paths in life.

20. Do they have a pet? She had a few pets in their earlier years, but it was apparent to her that her lifestyle wasn’t really suited for an animal.

21. Do they have a familiar? Not for a while, no.

22. Are they a supernatural being? Yes, quiet a strong one too. A shadow.

23. How do they usually wear their hair? Short, with the sides shaved. Sometimes on a little horse’s tail.

24. Can they play an instrument? If so, what instrument and what can they play? As previously mentioned, she knows how to play the flute.

25. What type a high schooler are/were they? If she ever went to high school, she’d be a mix of a jock and a goth.

26. Have they ever been in a physical fight before? If so, with who? Who won? Quiet a lot, actually. Some she has won, some she has lost, but she survived all of them but one.

27. What is their favourite holiday? Midnight.

28. If they could have one wish, what would they wish for? Depending on her age, either for her soul to be complete again, or, after certain events, to aid a certain someone in which ever way they’d need, if you catch my drift.

29. Do they wants kids? If they already have kids, do they want more? She doesn’t want kids of her own, but she does like taking care of kids and spending time with them.

30. Do they have a job? She has worked quiet a few jobs here in there over the years.

31. Do they know how to drive? Like a cart? A carriage? Nope, but she can ride a horse.

32. Do they get stressed out easily? Quiet the opposite, if she is stressed out then shit are really going down.

33. Did they ever dye their hair before? If so, to what colour? Did they like it? As part of a disguise, perhaps, but never permanently. She didn’t really mind it.

34. Have they ever broken the law? Never, I swear to Cyric.

35. Do they own a plant? A little pot with a nocturnal lily.

36. Have they ever rode a horse before? Yup, in quiet a few trips.

37. What is their favorite gif?

Is there a reason for this? Yes, absolutely.

38. Do they get along with others easily? Yes, when she doesn’t tease around and poke at them

39. Do they have any tattoos? Not yet, not against it thought. Perhaps once she finds something special enough to her.

40. If I wanted to draw them, what would be distinct physical features that I would have to know to draw them correctly? Her eyes, the whites are actually black while the silver iris has a purple tint to it. Other than that, her nails, which she uses as a martial art’s weapon. Like claws.

41. What is their favourite breed of dog? All dogs are good dogs, but if she was to pick one, she’d go with something fluffy, like a samoyed or a husky.

42. Do they live with anyone? If so, who? She used to live with the people that trained her, then those that she trained. Monks and other shadows.

43. Where is their dream vacation? Somewhere across the great sea. Exploring is an acceptable vacation activity, no?

44. Do they know more than one language? Other than common, she speaks halfling and dwarvish. Over the years, she has also picked up thieves’ cant  and hand cant

45. Are they a quick learner? When survival depends on it. Though her wits are sharper than her memory.

46. Have they ever won a contest before? If so, what for? What did they win? Contest for worst sacrifice ever?

47. If the world were to end in 24 hours, where would they be and who would they be with? If the world was to end in 24 hours, that means someone’s plan went terrible wrong, so naturally, she’d be by someone’s side, trying to stop the world’s end.

48. What does their room look like? Unmade bed, desk filled with papers, pens, ink bottles, a half melted candle. Lot’s of clutter, spell components everywhere. Cloaks, hats and boots, all organized neatly in some corner along with other equipment. Little trinkets with emotional value pilled up high next to the gear.

49. If they could have an extinct animal for a pet, what would they have? Not an extinct animal, but she wouldn’t mind a pseudo-dragon.

50. If they got called out by someone, what would they do? Admit her mistake an try her best to correct it as soon as possible.

51. Have they ever shot a gun before? Prefers crossbows.

52. Have they ever been axe throwing? A few times, not their weapon of preference.

53. What is something that they want but can’t have? Her feelings to be returned by their crush and her soul to be whole again.

54. Do they know how to fish? Yes, she finds it quiet relaxing.

55. What is something they always wanted to do but too scared? Confess, though it wouldn’t make any difference. She is convinced that he already knows.

56. Do they own their own baby pictures? Nope, but she has an idea who would if she ever wanted them.

57. What makes them standout among others? The shadows leaking from her skin. Now if we are talking about other shadows, her empathy.

58. Do they like to show off? Perhaps..

59. What is their favourite song? Choir Noir - Shadow Moses Beneath the Mask (Cover by Adriana) Leonard Cohen - You Want It Darker

60. What would be their dream vehicle? Doesn’t really have one, teleporting through shadows is fine with her.

61. What is their favourite book? Lot’s of favorites over the years, couldn’t really name one.

62. Who, in their opinion, makes the best food? Anyone willing to cook instead of spawning food with magic.

63. Are they approachable? It depends on what she is doing at the time, but most times, yes.

64. Did they ever change their appearance? She sees no point to it, besides disguises.

65. What makes them smile? Hanging out with humans, listening their tales, about their lives, their every day worries. Old friends.

66. Do they like glowsticks? .. Doesn’t need the light exactly.

67. What is something that is simple, but always makes them smile? Dogs.

68. Are they a day or night person? Night person. 110%

69. Are they allergic to anything? Nightbringers and all other worshipers of Shar.

70. What do you, the creator of this OC, like most about them? Her unbreakable will and the tendency absolutely wreck havoc where that is needed. To be sacrificed to a cruel god who feeds of your pain and misery and at that instance decide that instead of caving in your misery, you will instead become the worst sacrifice they’ve ever received by laughing at their face.. Idk man, I think that takes some balls. (As previously answered)

71. Who is their ride or die? Again, a certain tiefling comes to mind.

72. Do they currently have a significant other? If not, are they going to get one later one? I mean, a girl can hope.

73. What attracts them to another person? Freedom, knowing that the people around her will never hold her back.

74. Who is one person that can always make them laugh? Drasek Riven, he doesn’t even have to say anything. He can just be there.

75. Have they ever partied too hard and their friends had to take them home? Yes, not a fond memory of hers’.

76. Who would be their cuddle buddy? Whoever would be brave enough to recognize that she is actually touch starved.

77. Who would cheer them up after a long day? Usually, she is one to stay alone, so when she is in need of company, she’ll just start up a conversation with a stranger.

78. If they had a nightmare, who would they run to? By now, she is used to nightmares, but if she could, her brothers and sisters are who she’d go to. She wouldn’t say anything, their company is enough to calm her most of the times. When not, meditating in an empty dark room usually helps calm her down.

79. What object to the care for the most? It’s not the object it’s self but the information in it. A small book with maps of all the places she has visited.

80. Do they like other people’s children? Yes, love to hang out with them and love to look after them. The little sprouts are really entertaining.

81. How would they react if someone broke into their home? Three stunning strikes? They are bound to fail at least one. Questions will be asked afterwards.

82. Does anyone make them have butterflies in their stomach? Nope, surely not, she is a coldblooded thousands year old being. Of course, there is no one in this plane that makes her feel that way.

83. What is something that they are good at? Taking care of others, listening, paying attention to their reactions.

84. What is their neutral expression? A little scary, but she usually smiles.

85. Do they like to cook? For herself and for others.

86. What is something they can’t leave home without? Her mask.. Even if worn around her writs, she still needs the security of being able to cast spells.

87. Who is someone that they rely on? The asshole who gives her her spell slots.

88. Do they liked to be tickled? Hard pass. Dislikes when people touch her out of the blue.

89. Have they ever been a sword fight before? Is it considered a sword fight if she wasn’t holding a sword?

90. What is a joke that they would find funny? -Then perish- jokes.

91. Do they have a place that can go and turn off their brain? Usually any room without much light, otherwise, a closet will do.

92. What was their childhood like? She doesn’t remember a lot of it, but she know she was happy. One of her few memories is of her and her little sister playing explorers in their mother’s garden. The years after turning to a shade she also considers a short of childhood or at least teen hood as she had to readjust and find new balances in her life. It took her a while to figure out how to care for people again when she could hardly feel anything, but little by little she managed to give up her spite. Those years were the roughest for her.

93. What are they like as an adult? After her second “puberty”, she learned to be quiet more free spirited, relaxed and easy going thought with certain events that happened in her life span, her spite towards a certain group of individuals reignited.

94. Do they take criticism well? Most of the times. She wants to generally improve herself.

95. Have they ever jumped out of a plane? Well.. Not a plane, no. But I can imagine her jumping off of a floating city.

96. Who do they like to make jokes with? The bastard that gives her her assignments.

97. Have you ever drawn them before? If you are comfortable with it, would you post a picture?

[georgecostanzaatemysoup]

Urban Fantasy Critical Role AU. Just the mighty nein with the same problems plus Modern problems, because they don't have enough problems. There needs to be more of this so.

So, I just wrote the beginning of the campaign. I actually dig the idea of reading a Modern AU of the campaign so far, but I’m not sure if I should be the one to write it.

Anyway, thank you for the prompt and I’m willing to write more if you want to send me more.

Nott peeks up from her phone, watching Caleb warily. She thought she saw him move, but it must have been a trick of the light. With a worried sigh, she looks back at the game she’d been playing.

He’s been asleep for a long time. She’s running out of things to do on her phone, and they lost their charger in the last town they’d been in; he needs to wake up soon before she does something stupid.

Like shoplift.

Again.

They’re going to get kicked out of this town, too, and its getting increasingly harder to hitch a ride the closer to the city they get; people seem to see a dirty man in a trench coat and a little goblin girl disguised as a halfling and think better speed up. Nott hates them.

She also doesn’t blame them.

But she still hates them.

She looks over at Caleb again, tapping her phone against her chin. A few minutes of window shopping can’t hurt. She’ll be back before he wakes up, and she’ll try extra hard not to get caught.

She’ll be fine.

***

She returns an hour later out of breath, holding a stitch in her side. There’s a crack across the screen of her phone, a casualty of her falling while trying to escape a half a dozen guards.

She’s so screwed.

She tries to wake Caleb, but he doesn’t so much as stir. Nott panics for a second, thinking he’s dead, but when she checks for a pulse it beats slow and steady against her spindly fingers. He’s alive; just out cold. She hates those fucking gnolls who attacked them.

She hates the trucker who drove right past even more.

She creeps towards the window, peeking down to see if the guards are heading towards the inn, but she doesn’t see anyone. A lone car drives by slowly, the headlights flashing across Nott’s eyes, and she lets the curtain fall back into place.

She heads back towards the bed, hopping up onto it, and curls onto her side, staring worriedly at Caleb. She hopes he wakes up. She needs him to wake up. It takes her a long time to get to sleep.

***

Jester hums softly, doodling on her iPad. She lets her gaze dart over to Beau, who is getting ready for bed. She still doesn’t know much about her, they’ve only just met, but she feels like they can be good friends.

“Are you heading anywhere special?” Jester asks curiously, chewing on her stylus.

“Nope,” Beau responds, shaking her head. She pulls her biker boots off, letting them thud to the floor. “I’m just going.”

“Going?” Jester furrows her eyebrows. “Like a road trip?”

“Exactly! Like a road trip. Like what you and that Fjord dude are doing. I go where the wind takes me and all that bullshit.” She shrugs off her leather jacket, throwing it across the room, missing the small desk against the wall. “Fuck.”

She leaves it on the floor, plopping down onto the other bed. She turns to look at Jester and asks, “Whatcha drawing?”

Jester smirks, looking down at the doodle of Beau punching the giant snake. She leans forward and whispers, “Do you want to see?”

“Well, yeah. I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.”

Jester grins and turns the iPad so Beau can see her drawing. She whistles low, giving the screen an impressed look, and says, “That’s good. You really captured my likeliness. I especially like the small Fjord sitting on the ground and clutching his head in the background.”

Jester frowns, looking back at the drawing. She didn’t add that part, but she narrows her eyes when she hears a soft laugh in her ear. You dick, she thinks and she hears the laugh again.

She turns her iPad off, placing it on the nightstand between their beds, and lays down, turning onto her side so she and Beau are facing each other. They stare at each other for a long moment before Beau says, “You ever fight a giant snake before?”

Jester shakes her head. “You?”

Beau considers lying, but she decides against it. “Not until today. It’s cool that you took one of the fangs. Be worth a shit load if you ever plan on selling it.”

“Really?”

Beau shrugs. “Maybe.”

“I have a lot of money,” Jester tells her, her eyes darting towards her bag. She had more, but Fjord claims she has a gambling problem. She doesn’t think it’s a problem if she’s never done it before, but she still lost a lot of money.

Fjord won some of it back; he’d been so good at poker. Jester wonders where he learned; probably working at the docks. She wonders if he’ll teach her how to play properly.

“That’s probably not something you should be advertising,” Beau tells her sagely. “You know, there’s a lot of people who would rob you in a second.”

“But you won’t.” It’s not a question.

“How do you know?”

“Because we’re going to be best friends,” Jester says pointedly. “Best friends don’t steal from each other.”

“And what makes you think we’re going to be best friends?” She’s teasing Jester, it’s obvious, but the question still makes her stomach clench. She doesn’t want to think about losing her third friend ever; even if it’s for a stupid reason like going their own separate ways.

“I just know,” she whispers, turning her so her back is to Beau. “Good night, Beau.”

“Yeah,” Beau says softly, her tone hard to pinpoint. “Yeah, good night, Jester.”

***

When Nott sees the man drop a handful of bills onto their neighbors’ table her interest is peaked. She looks around, making sure nobody is listening to them, and points it out to Caleb.

“The money is on the table,” he tells her and Nott knows he’s right, but it’s still just sitting there; they could run a scam and that money would be their’s. She lists off a couple of their cons, but Caleb still refuses to go along with it.

She lets it go.

When the man leaves, she notices the blue tiefling return to her iPad while the human starts counting the money. It’s not a lot, not really, but to her and Caleb it could be another night here; possibly enough to get a couple bus tickets to Alfield. Something.

Her staring catches the half-orc’s attention and she quickly looks away. She returns to her breakfast, poking at her eggs, only to look up to see the tiefling staring at her.

Crap.

***

It’s awkward at the two tables. Molly enjoys awkward. He has an entire Instagram account dedicated to taking awkward photos. Orna once told him if he posted another bad photo of her she’d kill him. He still going to do it.

Yasha follows him to the table, looking over the small group with a distrustful eye. She’s kind and quiet and collects flowers, but unless she allowed anyone to see that side of her she just looked scary. Molly likes her just fine.

The tiefling is adorable. The half-orc is handsome. Of the two humans, Molly takes a special interest in the man. He has a pretty face hidden under all that mucks, but there’s definitely a reason he doesn’t show it. The human woman is abrasive and overly curious, but Molly is a circus performer; this is nothing new. As for the small halfling.

Is she even a halfing?

Molly doesn’t know.

He dazzles the tiefling with a card trick. Ignores the human man’s muttered, “He’s bullshitting her.” And leaves a flyer with them. It’d been a bitch to print them out; the post office giving him and Yasha suspicious looks when he asked.

He suspects she did it mostly because of Yasha’s presence than Molly’s attempts to charm her, but he’s going to pretend it was all him; Yasha would prefer it that way.

As they leave, he looks back at the strangers sitting around their two tables and smiles.

He sure hopes he sees them again.

[askmerriauthor]

You want to tell them about what we've been doing recently? I thought last session was pretty good.

You’re just saying that because your sub-plot kicked into gear last game and you got to enjoy the narrative spotlight for a while.  :3c

That said, some other folk have been asking about the tabletop game, so why not?

Each Friday with my local group of friends (@ihavenoideahowthisworks here included in that number) I’ve been running a Pathfinder game, as I’ve had the DM bug recently.  I tend to roll heavy with “Rule of Cool” and “Rule of Funny”, so I err on the side of fun rather than sticking strictly to the hard numbers in the books.  Lots of house rules, lots of alcohol, good times all around.

The current party, all freshly 10th level as of last session, consists of:

Shaemus Sigmindson, a Chaotic-Good Half-Elf Rogue and the party’s friendly neighborhood backstabber.  Due to him hastily putting on what turned out to be a Cursed Ring and a few other magical hijinks, he’s now really good at climbing any and all surfaces at a rate of 60′ per round.  So he pretty much never touches the floor if he can help it and Xenomorph-scurries all around dungeons to literally get the drop on enemies.

Abby Noh Rahmael, a Chaotic Neutral Tiefling Magus.  Despite being highly fiendish in many literal ways, she’s the bubbly, wide-eyed heart of the team.  She has a particular knack for getting along with monsters, which leaves her heartbroken when the party inevitably kills them.  She’s recently adopted a young Cloaker and is raising it as a Monstrous Animal Companion.

Valka, a Neutral Evil Human Kineticist.  He’s a people person… with a drinking problem.  Valka is a former pirate/mafia smuggler who’s since become landbound for reasons unknown, and boy howdy does he make the land work for him.  He’s the party’s personal canon capable of putting out massive volumes of damage via Earth and Fire elemental attacks, Korra-style.  The hard part is getting him to cooperate, not fly into vengeful murderous rages over the tiniest of slights, or do really anything without first being paid.

Wenden Jardecha, a Neutral Good Human Warpriest.  Acts a whole lot like a Paladin despite not actually being one, primarily due to his method of worship.  He follows the goddess Sarenrae - a deity of forgiveness and righteousness, though she draws a line as to when evil people are beyond redemption.  Wenden prefers to enforce that line with a sword.  He’s also proven himself really good at crowd control by locking down Boss-Level enemies with status effects.

Henc Jardecha, a Neutral Good Human Arcanist.  The younger brother of Wenden.  Henc is a know-it-all spellcaster who likes to hang in the background mostly being unobtrusive, maybe casting a little Prestidigitation here and there for dramatic effect.  Until he suddenly decides to Summon a horde of powerful monsters and start tossing around Lightning Bolts when the whim takes him.  He has all of the Knowledge Skills and then some, and boy howdy does he love to rub those high info rolls in everyone’s face.

The game began with an Episode 0 where the party played pre-generated base characters not their own.  They delved into a Goblin-infested ruin after getting word of a mysterious monster living there that had been terrorizing local farmlands.  They met a Kobold Sorceress outside who joined the group and sort of helped them along, discovered a Goblin Chieftain who was weirdly upset with his role of leadership, and eventually faced off with the monster in question - a young Black Dragon.  Despite nearly dying in the process, the party managed to drive off the Dragon… only for the Sorceress and the Chieftain to reveal themselves to be a pair of Kobold thieves in disguise.  They’d been casing the joint before the party showed up and, after using them to get rid of the Dragon, pilfered a small box from the treasure hoard and made their escape.

Following that, Episode 1 kicks in.  The plot so far is that the group - a team from the Pathfinder Society of Adventurers - has been dispatched to the coastal city of Sandpoint upon hearing reports of Werewolves in the region.  Their investigation has taken them to Fangwood Keep - a module I’ve heavily edited and customized - and brought them into conflict with a horde of Hobgoblins that had taken over the castle.  After teaming up with a small militia of irregulars the Hobgoblins had kicked out of said keep, the party took back the structure and discovered that it was actually built from the ruins of an Elven wizard’s tower.  However, nothing was really clean-cut about the whole ordeal.  The party kept finding strange markings set everywhere, oddly mutated creatures, and even Goblinoids altered into far more powerful states wielding unusual magical weapons.  When they finally cornered and confronted the leader of the Hobgoblin tribe, it was revealed that the tribe had been hired by an unknown benefactor to take the Keep so that he could explore its secrets.  After a bit of quick decision-making and some fisticuffs between the Tiefling and the Hobgoblin Leader in an honor duel, the Hobgoblins actually cut a deal to leave unmolested and escape back to their own territory.

Digging deeper revealed the presence of an odd pocket space where the Elven wizard’s inner sanctum lay, filled with Fae and other odd creatures from the First World who had somehow become trapped there.  Some were hostile, others were friendly, but they all just want to go home.  In delving further in, the party uncovered evidence of the strange man who’d hired the Hobgoblins performing foul experiments.  After making their way to a buried chamber deep within the ruins, they finally came face to face with him… so to speak.  Not only was the stranger disguised entirely in a suit of fiendish living armor, but he was accompanied by two Black Dragons: the same young one that the first party had faced in Episode 0 and its mother, a terrifyingly powerful sorceress Dragon.  While their intentions for being in the Keep remained unclear, it all seemed to be part of the Strange Man’s experiments and research.

In the brief conflict that followed, the Strange Man readily offered a bribe to the party to simply turn around and leave without confrontation.  As the value of the bribe rose steadily to over 100k Gold Pieces, Valka happily accepted the deal (Shaemus was incredibly tempted and left his decision up to a die roll).  The Dragons weren’t happy about the Strange Man using their hoard as collateral though and decided to just kill the party instead.  Wenden ended up taking the worst of it and was briefly slain, though oddly the Strange Man exercised magic that kept him from dying even as his associates continued to fight…

While the party fended off the Mother Dragon to varying degrees of success, Wenden ended up being visited by his goddess Sarenrae and one of her Astral Deva heralds in a near-death-experience vision.  It was there the herald explained that the Strange Man they’d encountered was once a follower of Sarenrae as well.  And that he still is, to this present day, a Paladin.  He’s completely turned his back on his faith and has been doing everything he could think of to get the goddess to cut him loose of her influence, yet for reasons unexplained Sarenrae has refused to let him go.  Thus Wenden is given a divine quest: aid those the Strange Man has harmed, destroy his blasphemous Fiendflesh armor, and put a stop to his experiments.  However, the catch is that they cannot, under any circumstances, kill him - there’s too much risk of dark forces just waiting to snatch his soul and put his dangerous knowledge to use.

So, last we left off, the party had driven off their foes, so to speak.  The Strange Man cut the battle short when it became apparent the group was a genuine threat.  After halting time through some arcane scroll, he marked the group as part of his experiments and equipped them with a strange, magical deck of cards they’ve yet to fully understand.  With the Strange Man and the Dragons escaped for the time being, the party is left in possession of Fangwood Keep and a number of its First World occupants all relying on them to find a way home to their native plane.  As if that wasn’t enough, it also turned out that the Strange Man awakened some of his other test subjects on his way out, unleashing a pack of highly intelligent, magically capable Barghest Lycanthropes onto the land to give the party something to worry about rather than chasing him.

[mister-outer-space]

To my anonymous pal: I attempted to do the crop-tops and bad disguises, and this is the result, haha... But here's a bit about these three! Esmerelda (who looks a lot younger here than I pictured her in my head) is a tiefling sorceress who has retired from her adventuring days to become an herbalist and healer in the area where she finally settled down. Ignotus is her nephew, and she's taken care of him all his life since his mother died and his father - Esmerelda's brother - screwed off to who-knows-where. She is quite serious in nature and harbors a silent grudge against her runaway brother, but she has always been caring to her nephew and his friends. Ignotus, also called Ig or Iggy, is a young half regular human half tiefling. I really didn't manage to do him justice at all in my drawing, hah... His father abandoned his human mother several months into her pregnacy for reasons unknown, so his mother sought Esmerelda for help. She died during childbirth, and Ig has been living with his aunt ever since. Tucker grew up with Ig and has been his best friend for years, and he considers Tucker's family to be his own since all he's ever known is his aunt. Tucker is a deertaur who has lived in the same forest town all his life and longs to go on some sort of adventure. He is the youngest of three siblings, and he and Ig are nearly always together. He's spent a good while trying to convince his friend to join him on a slew of proposed quests, but Ig is quite content with where he is and always politely declines. He's tried asking Ig's Aunt Esme about her various adventuring escapades, but to his dismay, she is rather tight-lipped about her past. Aaah, sorry for the info-dump, haha... I think I might have gotten a bit too excited to talk about these guys... These are just three out of my current bunch of fourteen, but I hope you like 'em! Also I'm decidedly super willing to talk about them so if anyone wants to hear more nonsense/see more shitty drawings, hit me up!

[emalynde]

D&D Soap Opera Synopsis 8

Sunrise peeks in through the slats of a small window, creating thin beams of light that were organized into neat rows atop the unfurled journal laying before Chelyse.  Pausing her writings, a small, contented smile hovers against her lips as the elf’s gaze alights on the still-sleeping form in the corner, blankets rising and falling gently in slumber.  

Having secured the wild elves’ freedom, it was now only a matter of curing the corruption at its source: this Arn individual.  The druid and Dak claimed to have confronted him previously, and so we returned to the location where his caravan was anchored in place.  It... was gone.  A quick appraisal of the area yielded the information that the cult leader had traveled off toward the exit, the wagon-wheel indentions in the dust leading the way.   As the party dashed off in that direction, our path was impeded by a trio of law enforcement.  Orcs, as luck would have it.  My heart sank, knowing the brutish creatures to be less than sympathetic to the plight of any elf.  There was a reason Corellon despised them so.  I tried to reason with them, but such discourse is beyond their ability, it seems.  Gabriel was forced to purchase their cooperation, so that we might pursue the actual miscreant. Adryssa, using the tome we apprehended from Arn, scryed the fleeing vagrant’s location, finding him upon some sort of flying barge headed for a district that could only be described as seedy.  We did not have much time if we wished to catch up with the cultist.  But there was still the matter of the drow… I had almost forgotten our disguises, as well.  The group was quickly forced to divide: Kasimir, Kyr, the humans, and myself were to escort the drow to the guild, where they would be detained and submitted to the proper authorities when the time came, whereas Adryssa, Temerity, and the angel climbed aboard my sister’s broom and went after Arn.

Thankfully, our return to the hall was uneventful.  The drow complied and were assigned to containment alongside their cultist brethren from the days prior.  What a pity.  It is not difficult to treat others with kindness, and I am ashamed that elves conducted themselves in such a manner.  To sell one’s own into slavery....  Speaking of as much, the druid had followed behind at a safe distance and taken the wild elves in as refugees until they could be returned to their homes.   Utilizing whatever magic allowed Kasimir and Adryssa to communicate across great distances, we were able to rejoin the remainder, who were waiting outside an entertainment establishment.  It was rundown, dilapidated like all the buildings were in this sector.  Having discarded our disguises, we talked our way past the doorman, who did not seem plussed by our presence in the least.  Smoke plumed from beyond the door as it was opened, a sickly sweet musk that smelled… heavy.  I know no other way to explain it. As we entered the building, about a foot of grey smoke, a slight lilac tint to it, covered the ground.  It billowed gracefully from a floor above, that second level really only comprising a balcony on all four sides, leaving the majority of the room open to the ground story.  Pamphlets were scattered about, printed on yellowed paper that contrasted with the color of the smoke.  I coughed, raising a hand to my mouth to shield myself from inhaling too much of the stuff.   Savid and Dak were affected first.  Their pupils dilated, expressions slackening into a lopsided grin.  Their gait wavered and both migrated to the bar set up on the left-hand side of the lowest level of the place.  We watched in confusion, as both seemed to become consumed--intoxicated even--with every little sensation.  I shot a worried glance at Kasimir, whose brow furrowed slightly.  It was then I noticed the patrons scattered about, their bodies slumped over tables and barely held upright within chairs.  Hazy euphoria was stamped markedly across their features, each clearly not present in their own minds.

Kyr wisely moved off to begin making what appeared to be poultices that one could bind over the nose and mouth to filter out any invasive airborne agent.  Gabriel had already tied a handkerchief over his face, marching toward the stairs that led to the upper floor.  A heavy-set tiefling wearing a gas mask impeded the angel’s way.  I… did not see what occurred, but the beast of a creature quickly slid down to the ground--his back against the wall--as the protective device was removed from about his face. I started to go after Gabriel, the dusk elf wizard on my heels.  He disappeared up a circular flight of stairs as Kasimir and I began to ascend from the first floor.  I heard the footsteps behind me waver, then stumble.  I turned ‘round to find my dearest companion bleary-eyed, a slow smile beginning to creep across his visage as his poise faltered.  Here, a wave of fog overtook my own consciousness on an ill-fated breath, willpower and determination waning as if they were but a whim.  My muscles relaxed and I suddenly found my shoulder catching my momentum up against the wall that paneled the stairwell.   Reaching out before me blearily, my fingers grazed the wizard’s robe and the sensation was... utter bliss.  I was enamored with the contact, fingertips traveling the fabric of his garment with wonderment.  How could anything be so soft?  My digits moved unsteadily--my hand heavy and unwieldy--to the scholar’s face.  His skin… it was... ecstasy.  My memory is so hazy of those few minutes.  I think… I remember… there was fumbling at my belt, a pauldron, my greaves.  If I am not mistaken, I think… I think I removed my greaves myself.  I had never felt so enraptured by a single moment.  There was nothing besides the elf before me and I was veritably drowning, overcome by the elation at every touch and whisper.  Breathing was exhilarating and a warmth spread through my chest.   I… I must admit that I did not fight the influence of the gaseous substance.  This was a freedom I was never permitted.  My teachings were based on restraint, on perfection, on resisting any and all temptation.  Diligence, steadfastness, and piety were my pillars.  I did not indulge.  But here... I gave in.  Not initially!  I did not slip into the grasp of the opiate-laced mist of my own volition.  But I… I did stay there of my own will.  Corellon forgive me for it.   When the… smoke cleared some indefinite amount of time later…  Gods, I should not even memorialize the… position… I placed myself in.  In yielding to the embrace of the hallucinogen, I found myself seated haphazardly upon the steps of the stairway, Kasimir stretched out along them, hovering over me.  His lips hungrily brushed the only exposed skin on my body--my neck and face.  The shoulder of his robe had fallen away on one side, revealing the wizard’s thin, lean frame, but it looks like he only had the dexterity to remove that much of his clothing.   But I soon realized that Savid was perched at my own shoulder, draped along the steps directly beside me and completely naked.  His fingers worked deftly at the removal of my pauldron, which fell away to uncover the bucklings to my chest piece on that side.  I looked on in horror a few, disbelieving moments as the barbarian spared no thought to begin tackling those fastenings as well.  With a scream, realizing the severity of the situation, I scrambled backwards.  Kasimir, held aloft by my form, thudded into the steps as I dashed into the room housing the stairwell above.   When had…?  How could he…?  I hurriedly re-attached the integrity of my armour, shaking hands doing me a disservice in that task.  This… this was why I did not… Had Temerity been drawing us?  She… she couldn’t have been… She would not… A blush spread across my cheeks, its heat thick with embarrassment and shame.  Tears wove in warm rivulets down to collect beneath my chin.  This was… not what I had wanted.   Kasimir peeked around the doorway, concern and remorse etched into the lines of his face.  His lips parted to speak, but a booming voice interrupted him from the lower level; Savid apologized, offering to speak later if I so wished.  The older elf offered a saddened, sympathetic smile.  His words were gentle as he expressed his regretfulness at what occurred.  I nodded, still taking refuge in the corner of the small room.   I could hear the others moving about, yelling about bodies and poison.  Gabriel called for my healing abilities.  Kasimir and I looked at one another a short moment.  He suggested softly that we discuss this later.  With another silent nod, I slipped past him and swallowed my humiliation.  Apparently, the fog had been thickened, intensified--if such a thing were possible.  It had poisoned the occupants of the establishment with its potency.  At least… that explained some things. Kyr and I saved who we could.  Not many would make it.  My heart sank.  Kyr quickly explained that the cultists had been using the drug-like substance to insert a subliminal message within the users’ minds.  Joining the cult or aligning with its principles seemed to be the predominant intent.  These poor people… I was startled into the present as Dak said that the authorities had been alerted and would be arriving shortly; we needed to leave.  Nergue had already brought the SkyCoach around to hasten our departure.  The guild could not be implicated for this.         Adryssa ran by with a suitcase as we pulled the last few survivors out onto the patio-like area at the back of the building.  She seemed troubled, but I had not the time to console her.  Most everyone was silent on the journey back to the guild hall.  Apparently we had incapacitated and secured Arn, who lay bound--and bloodied--on the floor of the vehicle.  Upon our return, I immediately made for my personal chambers.  Someone else could handle Arn’s imprisonment. Hours passed as I sat upon my bedding, head resting in my hands while I replayed the afternoon’s ordeal over and over in my head.  How quickly sweet can become sour.  I berated myself repeatedly--this was not how to win anyone’s affections, through artificial means, pretending as if things were not as they are.  Kasimir was only interested in my person because of the inducement of that substance.  It was perhaps not even his own doing.  Dejection deepened as I convinced myself that any attention given me was a result of the intoxication. Savid and Adryssa had so many lovers.  Their partners lavished attention upon them.  Kasimir held my hand or embraced me--occasionally we kissed.  But not like today… Nothing like the way Savid’s companions fawned over him.  They desired him and… Gods, I felt so stupid.  Did I… embarrass Kasimir?  Or… I blushed shamefully at the thought of being too young or inexperienced for him to want to be affectionate with.

A knock sounded softly at my door.  Lifting my head, I looked toward the entrance to my quarters, hesitant to receive company and well-aware of the state I must be in.  Swiping at my eyes, I murmured meekly for the visitor to enter regardless.  My gaze found the floor as Kasimir crossed the threshold of my room, embarrassment already coloring my cheeks.  Clearing his throat, he paused awkwardly several feet from where I sat--just standing there.  Silence settled between us for a minute or two, the tension almost palpable.   When he spoke, the dusk elf was not the eloquent scholar that I knew him to be, his words quiet and sparse, as if he was choosing each very carefully before permitting them existence.  Kasimir told me that what had transpired had given him some perspective as to his... feelings.  Anxiety rises in my chest, knotting in my throat, as I listened, frozen in place.  He tried to form a sentence several times, each failing on his lips.   After a pause to gather himself, the wizard confesses nervously, “I have come to the conclusion that I am in love with you.”  My breath caught… What?  This… My widened eyes simply stared at Kasimir, who looked out of his element and as anxious as I was.  I… was this real?  In my shock, I did not compose a response, which increased the older elf’s fidgeting.  A moment passes.  Suddenly, he apologizes, declaring that he must have misread the situation, and turned to leave, embarrassment hurrying his steps. I quickly rose, closing the distance between us.  My arms encircled his chest, resting my forehead against the back of his head.  I did not have the words at the moment, but I did not wish for him to leave.  Slowly, his frame relaxed, pivoting to face me within the embrace.  We stood holding one another silently for some time, simply taking comfort and solace in each other’s company.  I could kick myself now for forgetting to reply in kind, especially with how long I have loved him.  But I was so surprised.  I still have to double check sometimes to make sure that I am not dreaming. I cannot recall how it... began, but our lips met.   And Kasimir did not return to his room that night.