#arcane assembly

[mrmitts]

Interesting Indie Game

Found an interesting indie game and played it yesterday, highly recommend checking out Arcane Assembly!

You can find it here ; https://store.steampowered.com/app/2356150/Arcane_Assembly/

Here's my video on it if you wanna see a little bit of it ;

Also, yea, I'm learning how to record an stuffs. It's a struggle, really, but I'm gettin better. (recording every day's a fun challenge, lmao-)

[neverendingrelease]

Releasing Today, May 17 2024!

Sorry, a bit tired right now, so I'm not going to put text for every game this time.

Gilded Eternal is a neat arcade game concept. Something I'd feel like would fit well in the MAGFest indie arcade.

I kinda wanted to make a game like Seablip once…

This seems… broken, but fun for programmers.

CHAIRS.

[dnd4adults]

Tales from the Great Library

Pandaemonium

Set among the palatial estates of northern Alekhandir, like an appetizer predicting the the monumental splendor of Sha-Martek's palace, Pandaemonium is the new name for an old institution -- the expansive temple complex of Lady Love.

The central sanctuary is a palace in its own right, built of plae stone with graceful archways and dome, and surrounded by clear pools, floral gardens, and shady arbors. Tieflings have been included in Lady Love's cult for some time, but only in the past few years has one of them assumed leadership. Now, Pandaemonium assures that every worshipper is welcome and their every appetite is very well satisfied, indeed.

Today, the temple's prostitute-clerics include members of every race and gender imaginable. Those who aren't otherwise tasked with administrative duties or fulfilling the desires of worshippers, include dealers in distilled, herbal, and narcotic intoxicants. By day, wandering musicians strum romantic tunes in Lady Love's gardens, while lovers new and old find shady arbors to share passionate devotions. Low-ranking members of the clergy are on-hand, as well, offer blessings, healing, and restorations for monetary "donations." With evening's twilight and nightfall, however, Pandaemonium truly comes to life.

Both sanctuary and gardens are illuminated by scarlet, pumpkin, and amber lanterns, for hedonistic pleasure rules the night. The cult claims these colors represent the fames of passion. Detractors say they simply make the place look like Hell. Revelers frolicking nude, wearing nothing but painted masks in the gardens, while erotic music, song, and performance fill the sanctuary. All pleasures, spectacle, and debauchery culminate with the Midnight Orgy within the goddess' inner sanctum.

Indeed, Pandaemonium is a dark reflection of other temples dedicated to Lady Love. Alsayida's palace in Khazpar’s homeland is a place of ease, peace, and repose, however. Pleasure is enjoyed privately there, lingering to savor every moment. And, Lady Love's temple in Celenaar gathers artists, poets, bards, and performers of all varieties, emphasizing appreciation of beauty more than any physical pleasure.

Personalities of Pandaemonium

Twilight Lord Apis Sanguinis

This exceptionally charismatic tiefling is astoundingly human in appearance, golden bull horns and blue flame eyes excepted. He stands six-and-one-half feet tall and athletic-lean, with coppery skin and soot-black hair. By appearance he's no more than thirty, but Apis is actually closer to sixty years old. There's no magic is involved in this, however, aside from that of infernal heritage.

Like many tielflings, Apis was surrendered to Lady Love's temple as a babe, so reared within the cult to play decorative roles while young, and graduating to prostitute-priest in late adolescence. He played that role well for forty years, in fact, biding his time while the old guard died off, and building popularity to assure his own ascent as high priest.

Now several years in that role, Apis has successfully transformed Lady Love's ancient-if-traditional brothel into a gold-making pleasure palace that's left the cult wealthier than ever. Apis is only the idea man, even so, leaving all practical operation to trusted administrators (Cult Fanatics.) The Twilight Lord devotes his time and interest to promoting himself, alone, as a charismatic leader, sacred figurehead of Lady Love’s precincts and rites, and peer among Alekhandir elite.

Mistress Saffron

This stunning, tall , voluptuous tiefling carries all the self-confidence and allure of ancient imperial courtesans. Her name derives from the bold color she invariably wears, matching the hue of flame in her eyes. Associated with Pandaemonium for the better part of a decade, she is widely assumed to be a ranking member Lady Love’s cult -- even one of the Twilight Lord's trusted assistants, but nothing could be further from the truth.

Saffron isn't from Alekhandir originally but came on behalf of Ye Guilde to monitor and report on the city's "excessive" tiefling population. Upon arrival she determined the Lady Love's temple was the epicenter of their local society, so established herself as a foreign courtesan residing in the temple yet servicing her clients elsewhere.

She has witnessed the meteoric rise of Twilight Lord Apis first-hand, so is concerned about his political machinations. Insofar as her intelligence-gathering hasn't conflicted with the Twilight Lord’s self-interest, Saffron sees no reason to act against the man. Some day, however, she suspects Ye Guild will order the charming charlatan's removal, and Saffron will be more than happy to comply.

Troy Steward

This pale, fair-hired, sapphire-eyed "boy toy" calls himself Troy Steward, and while nobody’s ever focused on the fact he’s been a fixture of Lady Love’s temple for more than three hundred years. In fact, "Troy" is fae and properly named Rhoreth, but he's woven such complex enchantments and illusions about himself he's effectively an adolescent human of exceptional beauty.

Playing on an ancient imperial legend, Troy wanders the gardens by day, dressed as an angelic shepherd playing the harp. Never one to draw too much attention he always remains on the periphery, playing and wandering to lend "atmosphere" to the place. On the rare occasion he is noticed Troy always finds himself pursued, so leads his admirer a merry chase through the gardens. No one’s ever caught him, of course. Without exception, Troy leads pursuers smack into the middle of some other entertainment they’d enjoy far more.

By night Troy wanders about the sanctuary interior, carrying a golden tray with a bottle of gold-glowing liquor and a single crystal cordial glass. He insists the bottle contains nectar of the gods, which he stole from heaven's banquet table. They don't mind its loss, of course, as they have an infinite supply, but nectar is fatal for mortals to consume. Troy therefore cannot permit anyone living to drink it. In exchange for a gold piece, however, he will down a shot, himself, then kiss the generous "donot" so they can taste heaven on his tongue.

In fact, the "nectar" is nothing more mead infused with a healthy dose of anise, for a peppery licorice burn, plus the enchantment that makes it glow. Troy further infuses the brew with nympheromone, and effervesces the result with faerie dragon euphoria. Thus, even the miniscule dose one receives from Troy's kiss causes giddy elation arousal. He then turns the enchanted's attention on another and, like a philtre of love, the one beheld becomes the object of desire -- until morning twilight pales the eastern sky, when the enchantment abruptly ends.

Roreth's genuine purpose in Alekhandir is to monitor the Arcane Assembly, making absolutely certain they do not breech Faerie, as the Androsian Empire nearly did. The Spire of Arcanos and Great Library of Arcana are dreadfully boring places, however, so Rhoreth invented Troy Steward and took up residence in Lady Love's temple. His only purpose there is mischief, which helps to make the tedious grind of mortal living bearable.

[acircusfullofdemons]

💫. ┊    so I. fixated a little on cannibalism. and since I knew i had at least 2 cannibal paras I decided to make an official list of paras that are cannibals. here u go:

Connor Wolfe (Phantasmagoria - Crossfire)

Ghost Crowley (Mad as a Crow - In All My Dreams I Drown)

Alice Rose (Mad as a Crow - In All My Dreams I Drown)

Harlow Spade (Mad as a Crow - Crystalized Gold)

Gary Wocky (Fractured Fables - Lost in Wonderland)

Thomas Blanc (Fractured Fables - Lost in Wonderland)

Lazarus Banner (Phantasmagoria - Assembled Monsters)

Khole Banner (Phantasmagoria - Assembled Monsters)

Lorelai Banner (Phantasmagoria - Assembled Monsters)

Richard Irvine (Phantasmagoria - The Arcane Files)

Red Hart (Fractured Fables - Lost in Wonderland)

Reggie Hart (Fractured Fables - Lost in Wonderland)

Ruby Hart (Fractured Fables - Lost in Wonderland)

┊┊🕹. 　Important to note: not all of them consume (human) flesh, some just drink blood. Also, majority technically aren't cannibals because they aren't (fully) human, I think Alice is the only one that actually fits the definition of a cannibal. Well, Thomas too, I guess, since he drinks a mix of different types of animals blood. The Harts are humans, but the blood they drink is animal blood, so they're just kinda Weird but I wouldn't put it past Red to drink human blood, either.

┊┊🕹. 　Another thing is, cannibalism is sort of..."accepted" in my paracosms. It's legal in Wonderland, there's an understanding in Arcadia that some species need to eat others in order to survive. The only ones who get any flack for this are Connor (as he lives in Earth 6) and everyone in MaaC (tho Harlow & Ghost argue that they're not human & shouldn't be thought of as such). Oh, and Laz, I guess, but he's a lab experiment so maybe he gets some more leeway idk 🤷

[isekyaaa]

Another funny isekai idea is someone getting isekai’d but they have it set in their mind that they’re secretly a main character and they really do want to be, so they keep trying to do things to prove that they don’t have secret innate skills just in case the universe is just hiding the truth to them. Turns out they truly are ordinary in every single way, but in their desperate attempts to prove it, they become extraordinary.

[der-schweizer]

There's my portal

As i said on @bet-on-me-13 'Where is my portal' post, here is my short about their idea. please enjoy.

Danny sipped his coffee, slowly shuffling towards his lab. It had been a long time since he had a ‘run on two coffees and some ecto’ weekend but here he was, Monday morning, on his way to work.

He really wanted to be in bed but he had bills to pay.

Quietly he shuffled into his lab, which he found oddly drafty and oddly bright, considering he hadn’t turned on the lights yet. After flicking them on he moved on towards his desk, passing a big gaping hole in the wall and—

Danny paused, shuffled backwards a bit and then looked at the place where his portal used to be. For a long moment he just looked, then did a slow blink and took another sip of coffee.

After making sure that his portal, including parts of the wall, were really gone, he let out a sigh and held his face. “Who the fuck stole my door?”

With a sigh he pushed his bangs out of his face and walked to his PC, to check the security footage of his Cameras. For once it wasn’t Vlad who stole his shit, Vlad at least had the courtesy to leave a note that he ‘borrowed’ something. It was safe to say that he was surprised to find the footage gone. There weren't many people that could hack through Tucker's programing.

Danny sat there, looking at the black screen of his PC for a long moment before thinking aloud. “Okay, we have one or more people who can; One, break through Tuckers firewalls. Two, physically move a portal weighing around ten tons and, Three, knows their way around Arcane Runes so as to not cause a mass ghost invasion.”

He thought about it for a minute before throwing his hands up. “Fuck this, I’m just going to use the other side to find it.” He got out of his chair before transforming. 

Danny focused his power into one of his fingers before poking the air in front of him, the tip of it pierced the fabric of space which he then used to rip it open. He quickly flew through the tear before it sealed again. Despite Wulf teaching him how to do it he still sucked at it, which was the main reason he built his portal.

Once in the Zone he looked around for it. He found it after over two hours of searching, which only served to piss him off to the point where he began muttering curses under his breath.

Standing in front of it, he gave it a quick inspection. After inspecting the Runes, Danny had to admit that, whoever had stolen it, knew his way around them. They pretty much locked out anyone not authorized and or approved by the Caster. Too bad for them, Danny had the ‘Masterkey’ and went through anyway.

John Constantine was holding his face, quietly counting to ten. Neither smoking nor drinking would help in this situation. After reaching fifty he ran his hands over his head, looking at the assembled brigade of idiots in front of him.

“Okay, let me get this straight.” He started, “You,” he pointed at Batman, “found an ‘unknown energy signature’ and went to investigate. Then you found a high security lab with had an active portal to ‘who knows where’ and your first decision was to fucking steal it?!?!”

Superman moved forward, opening his mouth to counter but Constantine didn't let him. “AND you moron helped him steal it, not to mention you!” he pointed at flash, “Help install it here, in the watchtower, without telling anyone from JLD about it?”

Flash looked a bit sheepish at him. “Well, in my defense I didn’t know it was stolen.”

Constantine wanted to bash his head against the next closest bulkhead, maybe that would help.

“Okay, okay.” Constantine facepalmed, trying to stop the aneurysm from building up more.

A deep chill suddenly filled the air and sent goosebumps all over his back, “Oh this is just getting better and better.” Constantine reached into his pocket for a warding charm, before turning around and swearing. He stopped swearing when he saw who had come through. “Oh, hey Phantom.”

“Constantine, why the fuck did you steal my portal?” Danny wasn’t even pissed anymore. He knew the English drunktard too well to blame him. Granted he was obnoxious, didn’t pay back his debt and came whenever it suited him, but Danny liked the man. He didn’t exasperate problems and always did what was necessary.

“Look, I didn’t.” He then threw a thumb over his shoulder, “Those morons did.”

“Constantine, do you know this entity?” Batman already looked on high alert.

“Excuse you! I have a name. And that is my Portal. Explain why it isn't where it is supposed to be.”

“The sensors of the Watchtower found an unknown energy signature, upon investigation we found an unsecured pathway to a different dimension, so we secured it.”

Danny stared at Batman for a solid minute, then simply said, “Oh I'm going to sue your ass so hard your grandkids will feel it.”

[mistresscitrusslice]

She’s got this but she doesn’t need to got this bc she’s also got Jayce and Viktor and Elora

Assume they have access to ikea furniture

Comments/propaganda from the submitter below the cut

She hangs around a lot of scientists and engineers but isn’t one herself

[utilitycaster]

I've definitely said this before but I'll say it again: the argument for killing the Exandrian pantheon because the status quo must change is absolutely nonsensical and shows a profound lack of imagination and understanding of both past and currently relevant lore.

There are aliens from the moon who have arrived on the planet. Magic might be fundamentally changed, permanently. Geopolitics will be drastically different, particularly on the continent of Wildemount where the absence of Ludinus Da'leth has led to the dissolution of the Cerberus Assembly; in the long term this might open up a potential for actual lasting peace talks between the Empire and the Dynasty and a reduction in both powers' isolationist tendencies, particularly since the Empire's seizing of archaeological sites will probably end. The widespread reveal of the nature of Predathos, the two gods killed by Predathos, confirmation on the story of the creation of Ruidus, and the information from the Thalamus would have world-shattering effects on Exandria's understanding of history and the divine. The Exandrian Accord will almost certainly foster countless new international relationships and alliances. The reveal that Ludinus was responsible for Molaesmyr will also be massive and could lead to any number of dramatic changes in the political, arcane, and literal landscape in the region of the Savalirwood. The portal to the moon in Ria'Doin may transform an otherwise isolated region of Issylra. If Predathos and/or the Weave Mind are defeated, destroyed, or banished, it will upend Ruidian society entirely.

Any single item above would be significant. Several have already occurred. Exandria will be forever changed even if the campaign were to end next week with the party killing Ludinus and destroying Predathos in a poorly-done Rocks Fall BBEGs Die scenario. We've checked off "change the status quo"; that is no longer a valid Doylist argument for killing the gods and never was much of a Watsonian one, and can now be entirely disregarded.

[stickandthorn]

I would give an arm and a leg to witness the infighting and attempted power grabs currently going on in the Cerberus Assembly. Big boss just fucked off to the moon your society is in an unprecedented magical catastrophe but you are an evil wizard so this means it’s really just an opportunity for you. Necks are getting bitten out towers are getting broken into walls of force are being put up. It’s like arcane Succession in there. Hubris city. And if you’re some rare wizard at the top who isn’t in it for power (not sure that exists in this context but ok) you’re straight up having a worse time.

[scattergoriesofevil]

Fun reveals for Essek to react to as he leads this troubled party deep into Aeor:

The companion they recently lost was a) their main healer and b) an Aeormaton who c) self-detonated as an arcane bomb.

The dead woman has a powerful compulsion to consume magic items.

The compulsion is driven by former Cerberus Assembly member Delilah Briarwood, who is also here.

The fey woman has a fire elemental who shoots fire poop with an actual gun.

Three party members are very worried about Lolth’s newly crowned Champion, who is their close friend.

The air genasi man recently rejoined this group after Lolth killed his brother and shattered his other party. He was Lolth’s first choice.

The old man is a werewolf.

[nevesmose]

Separation 11347

This was, by Trazyn's infallible reckoning, his eleven thousand three hundred and forty-seventh divorce from Orikan. The Diviner, on the other hand, was adamant that it was in fact only their eleven thousand three hundred and forty-sixth. This dispute was what had caused the current divorce.

At first he had settled contentedly into his usual divorce routine, entering his meticulously-preserved time loop of a "Happy Divorce" party plucked from the Terran city-state of Nova Yoruk in early M3 as the Imperium kept its years.

As had been the case so many times before, the Lord of Solemnace basked over and over again in the reassurance of the assembled middle-aged humans that he was indeed so much better off without that asshole in his life, rounding off the festivities with a cake depicting a miniature confectionery figurine of Trazyn using a guillotine on a similarly-constructed sugar-based effigy of Orikan.

It was all very gratifying, and he was certain that when the amusement faded he would return to find Orikan waiting for him apologetically, his eminently bullyable faceplate resembling a weeping juvenile felid.

It was, however, not to be. He returned to the Galleries to find no trace whatsoever of Orikan. He was so disconcerted that he even briefly considered retrieving his much-prized clone of the primarch Fulgrim from stasis, but decided against it. It had, after all, only been a few subjective decades since he had placed the clone into a detailed diorama of the genuine being's final battle with his erstwhile companion Ferrus Manus for enrichment purposes. He had been thoroughly pleased with himself for coming up with entertainment of such realism and, judging by his mute tears of joy, so too was the clone.

What a wonderful caregiver I am, he had thought, jauntily walking away. Perhaps he and Orikan should adopt, which when used by Trazyn the Infinite is a word which means kidnap, an Astartes or Aeldari together.

Time passed and with no sign of Orikan's return, Trazyn felt it justifiable to seek other outlets for his multifarious urges. After exhausting every category on Cronhub and getting banned from Nemesorindr, he arose to find that the necrodermis of his lower limbs had spontaneously reformed itself into the shape of a baggy, ill-maintained example of the Terran garment known as sweatpants.

This could not stand. He resolved that he would start A Project, an undertaking of such majesty and glory that no one, least of all that cycloptic fool Orikan, could deny him the attention he deserved.

After brief forays into stop-motion animation and painting miniature Space Marines (accomplished by shrinking normal Astartes through arcane technosorcery and ignoring the resulting high-pitched noises as he applied pigment of a much too viscous consistency to their battleplate) his thoughts returned once more to his display of the battle between the primarchs on Isstvan V.

Theirs was a tragic tale of heartfelt companionship severed by corruption and betrayal. He himself had mentally projected several hundred phaeronfics about them to the great repository of the Necron race whose name, although untranslatable into any other language, was best rendered as The Sarcophagus-Belonging-To-Us-Alone, and some of them had even received multiple scarabs of approval from the discerning audience entrapped there forever.

Surely, he reasoned with the confidence of a being who had long since activated the developer console of his necrodermis body and manually increased its confidence, intelligence and charisma variables to 100, this meant that no one other than he could restore their friendship.

And so, in single-minded pursuit of compassion and friendliness, the Archaeovist and his forces wrought a swathe of destruction across the galaxy.

A foray into the Eye of Terror itself resulted in the capture of Fulgrim through the use of a vast two-pronged stick to pin the writhing daemon prince to the ground where he had been basking one day, while the sacrifice of his entire collection of ancient Terran doujinshis to the haemonculi of Commorragh itself had given him forbidden knowledge sufficient to wrest back the very soul of Ferrus Manus himself and place it into a suitably prepared necron host body via the biomorphic resonance of the necrodermis which had coated his hands in life.

Finally, the moment of glory came. The daemon Fulgrim and the metallically resurrected Ferrus Manus were placed into the same containment chamber and -

It was not at all what Trazyn had hoped. After a monumental bout of hand-to-hand combat lasting for hour upon hour, the two primarchs had settled into an uneasy stalemate, in the sense that Fulgrim was currently coiled around a light fixture on the ceiling and Ferrus had run out of objects to throw at him.

"You're even uglier now than you were when you had flesh," Fulgrim hissed venomously.

"And you were more of a snake then than you are now," Ferrus shot back, the frozen inexpressiveness of his necrodermis faceplate matching the famously stone-faced countenance he had displayed in life.

Fortunately Trazyn, who never made a mistake of any kind whatsoever, had prepared for such an eventuality. A concealed slot opened in the ceiling of the containment chamber, dislodging Fulgrim from his perch, and through the opening there descended a vast garment of woven silver-metallic fabric, emblazoned with inscrutable Necron symbols and sized in such a way as to accomodate the bodies of both primarchs.

"This is your get along shirt," Trazyn said, his voice amplified throughout the containment chamber. "You will wear it."

[littlebigmouse]

The Firelight MV is less than a minute long. If I recall right, the writers said they had to cut the flashback for time, and I agree that a post-cannary reunion between Ekko and JInx that's less than a minute wouldn't have anywhere near the emotional impact one would have wanted from such a scene, additional music video or not.

I also remember Amanda Overton expressing surprise at how the Dynasties and Dystopia scene came out in Bridging the Rift, saying "these characters could be in love now". Which to me kind of implies any closer timebomb readings or moments weren't on the writer's priority during the episode, so they felt the episode wouldn't lose anything substantial from cutting the flashback.

As an Ekko fan I wish they had spend a lot more time on Ekko and his place in the surviving undercity kids trio and his relation to JInx, but given how much of a side character Ekko was in the first place, I feel like less is more here. If S2 takes its proper time with him, any and all scenes between him and JInx are going to be stronger for it.

I do think a proper flashback in the beginning of the episode would have made the bridge fight scene shine even more, but I'd rather take no flashback than one that's assembled scraps from a proper scene to fit time constraints.

How ironic that the time travel character has his flashback scene cut for time.

Can't Ekko Have Both a Dramatic Scene and Music Video

I don't know why I'm just realizing this but the scrapped scene where a young Ekko and Jinx meet post Cannery would have been in episode 7, in place of the Firelights music video. It fits because every episode (except 9) has a flashback from one of the main cast. Ekko's memory would have solidly followed that trend.

If I had to pick between the Misfit Toys mv or a real flashback full of words, expressions, and maybe even an early Firelight assemblage, I'd go for the latter. Most memories aren't more than 5 minutes and not every episode is the same length of time so it's not completely unrealistic to do the flashback instead.

Though I can see the showrunners go for the mv because they can do another song and quickly give the audience a general idea of what the Firelights are about. Against Silco, Jinx shoots them (pan to Jinx engraved bullet and Eve mask), and they're in it together.

But the Flashback could have been a music video too! I don't care if it would come off too romantic or dramatic! Good. That's the point of adding music, too highten the drama.

[essektheylyss]

You know what I'm thinking about? That trip to Vergessen.

Not the memorable one. The super innocuous one, in which Ludinus and Trent insisted they'd just dug this weird rock out of the ground weeks ago, it's nothing to them, the Bright Queen can have it. The one where Eadwulf told Caleb he looked good despite having just crawled out of an eldritch horror's sludge and then showed off his super muscular, super tatted arms.

Let's return to Eadwulf's arms in a moment.

The scourgers were helping out with the Assembly's research portfolio, which at the time had included Ludinus's pet project of developing dunamantic super-serum. The scourgers had also previously been involved—in their off time, when they weren't doing their primary duties of torture and execution—with human experimentation of methods of augmenting a mage's personal reserves of magic.

Sound familiar?

(Really, Ludinus, are you too old to test your experiments on yourself?)

Back to Eadwulf's well-sculpted arms. By the time we meet him in 836 PD, whatever might've been done to them in 810 PD has been covered with those pointedly geometric tats. Somewhere around the same time span, an assassination attempt is made on the life of the Voice of the Tempest by assassins using what was likely a prototype of Otohan Thull's dunamantic contraption, which is a kind of harness that uses the distilled dunamis created by Yeza Brenatto from studying the stolen beacons. This attack of course left multiple Ashari dead and beyond the point of recovery, among them Derrig and Will.

Six years later, Otohan Thull of course would kill Fearne, Orym, and Laudna in battle using that contraption, and not long after would also use the same assassination tactic to draw out the Champion of the Raven Queen so Ludinus could press him into an orb.

Still with me?

In Molaesmyr, after the Solstice had been stuck in time, Team Wildemount find a number of interesting items in Gildhollow, Ludinus's forsaken bachelor pad. Notable among them is a chest harness designed to consume various natural sources of power in order to augment the wearer's arcane abilities.

I think it's incredibly likely that the human experimentation component of the scourger program, given its scope, was requested if not designed by Ludinus, in an effort to further his research in the realm of augmenting mortals' capacities for magic. (Mechanically, I imagine this equates to additional spell slots per day, or the capacity to singlehandedly pull off experimental spells beyond the scope of ninth level, i.e. Dunamantic Nap spell, but that's just speculation.)

Primarily my point here is to demonstrate that its entirely possible if not likely that even the minutiae of the Assembly's horrific program to create child soldiers may have been part of Ludinus's effort to release Predathos and kill the gods, in an effort to show how broadly this may touch even other previous campaigns.

Additionally my point is to say that if anyone has reason to lead the vanguard (pun intended) of righteous warfare against Ludinus Da'leth, it's a Liam O'Brien PC, and frankly, at this point, given all of this character reasoning to do so, I do not care which one.

[acircusfullofdemons]

🗝🔮 ETERNAL LABYRINTH 🔮🗝

Introduction || more links to come!

3 consoles || 💫🤍 Phantasmagoria, ♟🌃 Mad as a Crow, 🔮📜 Fractured Fables

💫🤍 PHANTASMAGORIA 🤍💫

Masterlist || Desktop Page || ElectroGear Software's Official Website || more links to come!

8 games || 🗝 as the world falls down [masterlist], 🐈‍⬛ the arcane files [masterlist], 🎪 dreamset circus [masterlist], 🏚 crossfire [masterlist], 💭 fade into insomnia [masterlist], 💫 i'm not the one [masterlist], 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 legacy [masterlist], 🗺 last days on earth [masterlist], 🧟‍♂️ the ones who lived [masterlist]

♟🌃 MAD AS A CROW 🌃♟

All content for this paracosm can be found on @madasacrow (fandom & non madd/id dni)

9 volumes || 🎃🧹 the devil was found in georgia, 🎩🎀 a world of my own, 🧩🦊 missing piece of the puzzle, 💉 the consequence of imagination is fear, 🖤💖 in all my dreams I drown, 💛🪄 crystalized gold, 🐙🧪 a plague of octopuses, 🎭🧪 allure, 🧫 assembled monsters

🔮📜 FRACTURED FABLES 📜🔮

All content for this paracosm can be found on [BLOG UNAVAILABLE]

10 myths || 🌪 broken brick roads, 🏰 ever after (eternal night), 🧚‍♀️ faux pixies, ☕ illusions of life (curious illusion / curiosity by another name / shatter me), 📚 storybrooke, 📙 victorian gothic, 🧜‍♀️ siren's song, 🤖 no strings attached, 🦂🐸 she trusts me / he loves me not

🔪🪦 AT THE GRAVEYARD 🪦🔪

Masterlist || Desktop Page || more links to come!

💭🏝 LIFE AFTER DEATH 🏝💭

Masterlist || Desktop Page || more links to come!

2 parts || 💭💛 don't wake me up, ⛪ apotheosis

[critrolesideblog]

A little ficlet inspired by this post by @thevalleyisjolly

"Welcome home, dear."

Essek glided across the threshold with his usual grace. He let his disguise of warm, brown skin and small, rounded ears fall away with his cloak as he placed it on his usual hook with a well-practiced flourish. His hands found to their usual places on Caleb's neck and waist, grasping firmly as he pulled him in for a kiss. But Caleb noted there was something unusual about him. More than his usual happiness and relief at arriving safely, there was bright delight twinkling like stars in his eyes and a smile peeking out from the corners of his lips.

"I have gossip," he announced, breaking into a proper grin, and Caleb laughed.

"Ach, I should have known."

Essek's grin only widened as their hands interlaced and they began the ascent up the stairs to the bedroom that housed the tower entrance.

"During the lunch break at the symposium, conversation at my table turned to the unfortunate absence of a certain Zemnian transmutation specialist."

"Oh, boy."

"What's-her-name heard he took down the Cerberus Assembly single-handed, and so-and-so was hoping to gain a glimpse of Widogast's Transmogrification. And didn't you know, one Xalser Tecklaras heard Professor Widogast was quite handsome as well as an excellent speaker! Handsome in a roguish sort of way, so-and-so heard! What a pity! Tecklaras was hoping to make his acquaintance! Did anyone know if he was married?"

Caleb could feel his cheeks starting to redden. Essek's grin turned mischievous with a quick flash of fang as he watched Caleb's reaction sidelong.

"Of course, I heard that Professor Widogast has quite the history of romantic entanglements -- lovers of all variety seen entering and exiting his home --"

"Oh my gods."

"And one, Professor Talib, was only too happy to verify my account! She heard much the same from Archmage Becke of Rexxentrum."

Caleb paused before the tower door to roll his eyes and sigh long-sufferingly. What happens when you get a bunch of wizards in one place? They gossip like Schulkinder.

"Ah, but Professor Ieteru saved the best for last," Essek leaned in closely, eyes ablaze. He was squeezing Caleb's hand tightly, and his dimples were showing as he smiled widely, lit by the arcane glow of the door. "She heard from someone in Yios, who heard from someone in Emon, who heard from someone in Nicodranas, that Professor Widogast is not human at all, but actually… a dragon."

Caleb stared, mouth agape.

"W--was?"

"That is not even the best part," Essek gasped, sweet laughter dancing through his words. "Most of the other professors agreed!" He leaned forward, closing the small gap between them, resting his head against Caleb's shoulder as he struggled to stay upright, his body shaking with mirth. "The point of contention was not whether you were a dragon, but what sort of dragon you were! Ieteru insisted gold, Talib, white, and Tecklaras, blue!"

Caleb stood there a moment, alternating between shocked processing of this new information and savoring his lover's closeness.

"Well, what did you say to that?" He asked at last.

Essek straightened, his smile positively wicked.

"I told them I knew for a fact the correct color was copper."

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