#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.

[crushed-oranged-angered]

Gonna be so for real, seeing lots of posts calling Caitlyn Kiramman a ‘complex female character’. And sure she’s hot and I’ve got like some lesbian solidarity with her and she’s had all of one trauma (dead mom) and that made her want to become a mega-cop war-criminal or whatever but that doesn’t feel like enormously complex to me that feels like the bare minimum. Maybe I watched too many action movies when I was like 14 but I feel like we have so many options to point to for complex female character like Jinx or Mel or Ambessa or Vi or Sevika like why is everyone pointing at Caitlyn who has like. Respectfully. The least going on other than revenge?

[unpassive-viewer]

Season 1 fans: Wow we love these complex characters who have to make often morally grey decisions and weigh their commitments to people while a delicate political balance crumbles.

Season 2 writers: but does it make you want to play League tho?

[gothmusiclatinamerica]

"Cult of Ishtar," a song by US-based (Nashville, Tennessee to be exact) gothic rock act Shadow Assembly, but with guest vocals by Costa Rican goth singer Ariel Maniki, featured on 2020 album Arcane fusion

[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

[arcanewhoosh]

The Bolter

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TW: Minor descriptions of injuries

Arcane Series Finale spoilers

In the aftermath of the Battle of Piltover, you find yourself desperately clinging to a toy monkey head with nails hammered into it.

If you were to ask the regular citizens of Piltover and Zaun, the regular duration of a search and rescue mission is around seven days. While this was, in a way, correct, but it would only reach that many days if there was enough proof that the missing person was alive.

Standard operating procedure only allows a max of fifty-one hours.

You've been searching for nine days, fifteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes.

We don't have the resources right now, there's been too many casualties.

Alone.

There’re too many places to look through. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have put the thought in your head-

Through every single cooling duct leading into the Hex Gate.

-the fuse assembly could've survived by other means.

"I have to try, Cait." You say as you put on your pack, loaded with first aid supplies and recovery equipment. Caitlyn moves to grab your arm. Her grip firm, but she's not holding you in any way that could actually prevent you from leaving. You still stop and wait for her to finish what she wants to say.

"It's been over a week. You've barely slept the entire time, and I can't keep changing the subject when Vi asks me where you've gone." She tugs at your arm lightly, willing you to sit down on a nearby chair.

It had been ten days since the end of the battle. Ten days since Piltover and Zaun almost met their demise. Ten days since so many lives were lost; all for power.

Vi was -is- a mess. She could barely pull herself up from the ledge you fished her out of back at the top of the tower. Dread had already begun to creep its way across your body as you made your way up to where Jinx and Ekko's balloon had crashed. The feeling only got worse as you climbed higher, seeing no signs of its three occupants. You started running faster up steps, climbing ladders with speed you never thought possible for you. For a moment the dread had ceded, your adrenaline taking over. But then there was the explosion. And then... And then eventually you heard Vi's cries.

Your body stiffens as you shut your eyes, willing the memory away. "You're gonna have to cover for me a bit longer, Cait." You say as you softly pry your arm free of her grasp. "With how loud that explosion was, there's no way the assembly could've just survived."

"If it was anyone else, maybe I would've stopped searching already. But you and I both know this isn't just anyone else, no matter which side you're on." Caitlyn looks at you for a few moments, you know we'll enough that she's already wavering in her previous attempt to dissuade you.

"You wouldn't have mentioned it at all if you didn't think-"

"I know, I know." She finally says. "I wouldn't have given you the schematics for the structure either."

She sighs, an all too familiar indicator that you've won. "Just... Don't push yourself too much. I know I'm the one that gave you hope that she survived, but at some point..." She trails off. You know she wants to say that she doesn't want you to have your hopes crushed, or to put yourself in unnecessary danger. Especially since the inner ducts have been unstable since the explosion.

"I promise, I'll be careful, Cait. You know me." You shrug and smile at her, hoping that the nonchalant display is enough to convince her that you aren't fatigued out of your mind.

The look on her face says she doesn't buy it. But she says nothing about her doubts, instead nodding your way. "Be careful, I'm holding you to that."

"I will."

"Fucking air vents." You curse as you drop your pack by the wall of the duct. The thump it makes echoing around the cavernous tunnel. You've been walking uphill to get back up to the entrance, but the strain from working non-stop for over a week, the sleep deprivation, and the mental exhaustion was bound to catch up. Maybe Cait was onto something with the whole resting thing.

You let out a huff at the thought. You didn't have time to rest, what if Jinx was somewhere hurt, with no one around- she'd find a way to pull herself out of here and escape-- or what if she was trapped somewhere -this is my second sweep of the vents and all the obstructed entrances have been cleared- You lean against the tunnel wall before slumping gingerly to the ground. Your ankle hadn't fully healed from the battle, and you still had bandages all over your midsection from injuries you sustained.

You take a few steadying breaths before pulling out a map of the vents, marking the sections you've done your sweep of. Your vision swims for a moment, and it's enough for you to shut the map and lean you head against the wall. You close your eyes and steady your breathing, willing yourself to hold it together.

You're no use to me dead. She would say right about now. I'm still alive and you still say I'm useless. You'd reply.

"Yeah, but I say it lovingly." She harks back from her chair, tinkering away at her robot bug thing that she and Isha were using for their little fight club. You turn from the pin board you were making- places in Zaun where new checkpoints had been placed. You drop the purple pen you were using-Isha had stolen the red marker you usually use-- to write and make your way over to Jinx.

"Lovingly?" You ask as you turn her chair around, a grin plastered on your face. She rolls her eyes, but her own smile betrays her attempt at brushing you off. "Don't think too hard about it, you might hurt yourself."

"Looks like you've been the one thinking about it." She scoffs at you, turning her chair back to face her work station. Though she doesn't turn fast enough for the pink dusting her cheeks to escape your notice. "I said don't think too much about it."

"Hey." You say softly, turning her chair around again and pulling up a chair for yourself so you were eye-level. She's pouting, so you know you're not in trouble. "I'm sorry for teasing." You take her left hand and place a kiss on her knuckles. She makes a face.

"Ew, don't kiss my hands, they're covered in grease."

"When are they not covered in grease?"

"Didn't you just apologize for teasing?"

"I'm sorry for teasing, again."

"You're lucky-" She clamps her mouth shut. You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from grinning again. The last thing you want is for her to close herself off. You know she's being careful. For someone known to be completely reckless at spontaneous times, she could be just as calculating and reserved. She's slipped a few times already, not explicitly saying I love you, but accidentally implying it or using some variation of the word during a casual conversation. You're no better, but so far, you've been able to avoid slipping.

Maybe you both thought it was too soon to say. Three or four months of you acknowledging that there was something between the two of you might be too soon, but there was a revolution going on, and revolutions are rarely peaceful and without casualties. Who knows what might happen in a few months, weeks, days, or hours. But you don't know what the next few weeks have in store for you.

"I know I'm lucky." You say. Hoping that the implication of, I know I'm lucky you love me, is enough.

But it wasn't, and now I'm here.

You jolt forward, blinking a few times to clear your blurry vision. Had you dozed off? For how long?

You sigh and rub your face with your hands. You do need rest, just for a little bit, then you'd get back to searching for her. You're no use to her dead, after all.

The walk back to your apartment is agonizing. The second you decided that it was time to take a break, your whole body decided that it was the best time for you to feel your exhaustion in its entirety. Your pack was suddenly heavier, your ankle decided to start swelling, and the wound on your side thought it was the perfect time to start bleeding again. Despite your body's attempt to suddenly render you immobile, you're able to meander back to your door after a horrible confrontation with five flights of stairs. Damn that faulty elevator.

You decide that having a view from your balcony isn't really all that worth it as you jam your keys into the lock and make your way inside. You stop dead in your tracks as soon as you pass through the door. The lock never clicked open.

You draw your pistol quietly, and scan the open living room and kitchen area of your home. Deeming the areas clear, you start making your way towards the hallway leading to your bedroom, pistol aimed and ready. Who on the Runeterra's green earth would be targeting you? Leftover Noxians? No. Turn coats like Maddie? Unlikely. Someone from the Undercity with a grudge? Unless they figured out who I am, I doubt it.

You hear a creaking sound from a door to your left, and you quickly kick it open and aim your pistol at the intruder.

"Jeez, you'd think a girl would get a warmer welcome after coming back from the dead." The intruder says, leaning back on a chair and idly scanning a vinyl.

You stare, dumbfounded. A part of you fully believing you've started hallucinating from the exhaustion, or the blood loss, you're not sure anymore. Your intruder, however, seemed to find your predicament funny.

"What, got nothing to say to me?" She asks. She finally turns to look at you, but the grin she puts on quickly falters when she notices the blood from your reopened wound seeping through your uniform. And then she's in front of you, one hand cupping the side of your face, the other hovering just above spots of blood on your shirt.

She asks if you're okay, but you're not sure. You still haven't confirmed whether on not you're hallucinating. So you do the only logical thing in the world and wrap your arms around her.

"Jinx?" Your voice cracks as you utter her name, and you wait. Wait for her to disappear, for your tired mind to catch up and be able to distinguish what is real and what isn't, because a part of you was only ever really using the tunnel search as a coping mechanism and that-

"I'm here, it's okay." She says as she wraps her arms around you and returns your embrace. If it were any other day, it would be you comforting her, offering her words of reassurance, support, affirmation. But this isn't any other day. Because you thought for the last ten days, twenty-three hours, and eight minutes, that she had died in an explosion.

But she didn't, and now you're sure that she's alive, that she's here, and alive, and breathing and-

"I love you." The words spill out of your mouth before you can think of anything else. How could you think of anything else? When those words, you realize now, have been long overdue.

She laughs. You realize how much you've missed hearing her laugh once your tears start falling. "I'm sorry." You say. "I thought, you died."

You stop yourself from hissing as her hug tightens and pain shoots up from your side. You could stomach the discomfort for this. You wouldn't let her go for anything, not again. "I'm sorry I took so long, bubs."-Your heart soars at the nickname- "There were a few... loose ends I had to take care of before coming to find you." She wipes away your tears as she says this, her hands carefully brushing your hair out of your face.

"It's okay, nothing else matters now." Just you you wanted to add, but refrain from speaking any further. You pull away just far enough to look at her, still not letting her go. It's her, alright. Her hair is different, and she doesn't have her pants that that one enforcer described as a half-eaten circus tent, but it's her.

"You're not upset?" She has the audacity to ask.

"I spent the last week and a half thinking you were dead, upset is the last thing I'm feeling.” A pause. “Wait no, actually, I spent nine days wandering around the cooling vents to look for greasy ass hand prints on walls."

"Hey."

"And I couldn't find any so you must've washed your hands for once-"

"Okay, smart ass, I get it." She says, rolling her eyes before pulling you in for a kiss. Suddenly all the exhaustion and pain you're feeling is gone, and your mind blanks. The only thought running through your head is Jinx and I missed you, and I love you, I love you, I love you as you pull her closer to you.

"Easy, tiger." She puts a hand on your chest to stop you from chasing after her when she pulls away. You let out a huff. She laughs. "You're bleeding, I need to take a look at that first."

"Since when has me being injured ever stopped you?"

She grins at you. "Being away from me that long has you down bad, huh?"  You grumble something about her being unappreciative, and she responds by pulling your face down and placing a kiss on your nose.

"You're lucky I love you." 

[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."

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