#caleb mire

[t3r4t0m4]

Who got that dog in them?

... The Mire ... That's who

[sleepingmire]

this is a little scrimble/wip i did a while back of my rdr2 oc, caleb! he's been in my brain alot and he's very dear to me <33 (ft. his horse, Leda <33)

[imaven]

‘ ¿mortífagos? ’ se ríe con la alusión, hasta que se da cuenta que es brillante la idea. necesitan usar nombres en clave para referirse al problema, de alguna forma, cuando estén en la academia. debían tener cuidado mientras unían los puntos. ‘ eres un genio ’ suelta con una amplia sonrisa en sus labios, se acomoda en su lugar para poder verlo mejor y eleva una de sus manos, alza sólo un dedo. ‘ los de las palomas serán los mortífagos ’ plantea, para seguir su narrativa. ‘ podemos ponernos a nosotros la orden ’ se refiere a la asociación de harry con sus amigos en las películas. ‘ la escuela es el ministerio ’ podrían buscar particularidades por cada profesor más tarde, pero por ahora no lo siente necesario, no sabe si debería apuntar a uno u otro. ‘ creo que sí supieran, ya lo sabrías ’ se sincera, pudieron poner trampas en un castillo con facilidad, ¿no rastrearían un tesoro como aquel de alguna forma? no le hace sentido. ‘ creo que fuimos un mal cálculo, si quisieran hacernos daño, lo habrían hecho antes ’ no sabe si lo que dice tiene sentido, pero es lo que se repite cada segundo, sólo para calmar ese mar angustioso que se forma en su pecho y sube hasta su cerebro, recreando escenarios en los que no sólo dani es una de las atacadas. ‘ ¿crees que es alguno de ellos? ’ se refiere a profesores, particularmente a aquellos que los acompañaron a españa, es de quienes desconfía, particularmente, el belga. en su cabeza, no hay razón para que no lo hubiesen notado antes, si fueron capaces de activar y desactivar obstáculos con tanta facilidad. ‘ el arte de la guerra ’ se ríe entre dientes, era obvio que fue una de las lecturas del capitán en algún momento.

‘ también es tu seguridad, imagina usa alguien el arma en tu contra y amenaza a ingyu, por ejemplo ’ no puede olvidar que no está solo en esa habitación, y aunque  sabe (cree) que el otro litha podría defenderse por su cuenta, de alguna forma, no deja de pensar que es un arma de doble filo. ‘ eres un superhéroe, uh, caleb irvine ’ lo molesta con un tono burlón, una de sus manos va hasta su estómago cuando está recostado, y la deja allí, descansando un instante, mientras sus orbes se cierran solos por la luminiscencia de un sol que se esconde tras las nubes. nuevas carcajadas afloran con facilidad de sus labios, es fácil llenar el jardín de diversión cuando se encuentra junto al inglés. ‘ bueno, tu casi novia, ¿tu amigovia? no estoy seguro si se dice así ’abre ambos ojos y ladea su cabeza hacia un lado, para encontrarse con el rostro masculino, no es lo suficiente para esconder su mejilla, es sólo una pequeña inclinación. apenas siente el dedo masculino, se arrepiente de su decisión, sube su mano para hacer como que lo espanta, pero no lo vuelve a intentar, rendido. ‘ me alegra que hayas eliminado un problema del mapa. ’ le sonríe de vuelta. ‘ ¿un pas a la fois me suffit? ’ idioma natal se mueve por su cabeza, tiene las barreras tan bajas que por un instante ni siquiera se da cuenta. está relajado, por primera vez en muchísimo tiempo. vuelve su mirada a las hojas del árbol, y sus parpados vuelven a caer un instante, podría echarse hasta una siesta; esa que suplante su mal dormir: ‘ las cosas que no conocemos nos dan miedo, serías un idiota si no fuese así ’ se encoge de hombros, son palabras escuchadas antes de un tono femenino que provocan un vacío en su estómago y en su pecho. no sabe por qu�� duele tanto cuando estaba esperando este momento hace más de un año. ‘ uh, sí ’ frunce un poco el ceño, ahora siente que es imperante mirarlo, y apenas lo hace y lo escucha, quiere abrazarlo. decirle que lo siente; que siente que haya tenido que pasar por eso. ‘ no diré nada al respecto ’ tampoco sabía qué decir o por donde partir, no puede imaginar el dolor que pudo haber causado en el inglés. ‘ no la estás traicionando, caleb ’ una de sus manos se eleva y se posa sobre la corta cabellera masculina, donde reparte un par de caricias suaves. ‘ diré algo, pero sólo una cosa ’ suelta entre risas, al final no era tan diferente a su compañero, no podía quedarse callado. ‘ cuando las personas se van, el que se queda siempre es el que más sufre — pero no deberías hacerlo siempre, ¿sabes? ’  baja su mano por su mejilla, y ahora es él quien aprieta la zona, tal cual lo hizo el capitán minutos atrás. ‘ mereces volver a ser feliz y dudo que ella, donde sea que esté, piense que estás la estás traicionando ’ porque duda que su amigo hubiese elegido a alguien así de irracional y egoísta. ‘ una mala, hay una que se estrenó hace poco, que es sobre uno de tus compatriotas, este de one direction ’ sólo con el tráiler podía entender que sería pésima. ‘ necesito reírme un rato ’ o mantener esa risa que el tercero ha sido capaz de provocar este raro. ‘ y tú también, ¿cuándo me presentarás a tu amigovia? ’  

el trazo entre pétalos se eleva con la única muestra de paz que se da por existir, allá donde el belga habla, le devuelve la comodidad de sentir que no está tomando decisiones erradas. ‘ concluí en lo mismo, que su inteligencia nos ayudaría a conectar más puntos; o que sabría cómo y dónde investigar ’ si lo explica con un poco de pesar, es por el desenlace que tuvieron las circunstancias en toledo. ‘ ahora me siento mal, admito, odio haberle puesto una carga más con todo lo que pasó ’ la recuperación de la litha ha sido prioridad, se abstendría de adentrarse en temáticas ajenas con ella durante el proceso. ‘ te mereces un aumento de sueldo ’ la sonrisa se expande por un instante, se deja llevar por el empujón con algo de gracia. ‘ sé más concreto — a mí sólo me da pesadillas ’ que es una forma diferente de decir que también le dio de qué pensar, demasiado para su gusto. ‘ a lo mejor formaba parte del grupo de mortífagos ’ no descarta el hecho, hasta las ideas más absurdas encuentran explicación por el caso tan excepcional que están viviendo. supone que llevará tiempo llegar a una conclusión, pero la falta de pistas le pone nervioso. se siente como un infante perdido entre el mundo de adultos. ‘ no, hablo de ellos — los que sean que estén detrás de esto. ¿sabrán que tengo algo que les pertenece? ’ una duda recurrente a su intelecto, anhela descubrir cuál serán las consecuencias a pagar por mantener el objeto — terroríficas, por haberles hurtado. o peores aún, por ser descubierto por los profesores, señalado como amenaza y expulsado de la institución. ‘ ¿dices que fue un daño colateral? ’ caleb piensa lo mismo, que demostraron que las habilidades de los mentores representantes de reverie no son infalibles. dañar a estudiantes que servirán al futuro de dichas enseñanzas es básicamente una sentencia. ‘ han de tener personas en la academia, me da vibes de caballo de troya ’ menuda forma más informal de expresar su preocupación, pero también hay cosas que se le escapan de las manos. ‘ decía sun tzu que las batallas se ganan antes de que se peleen ’

el suspiro escapa indignado al presenciar lo inevitable; maven cancelando su plan. ‘ sería por un bien mayor, maven. no puedo dejarme herir por esta gente; es orgullo ’ el capitán entona las frases como si tuviera opción a elegirlo, mas su realidad radica en la necesidad por evitar, de una forma u otra, que aquelles de su alrededor vuelvan a sufrir las consecuencias. ‘ va, pero no les dejaré tenerla encima ’ niega exponerlos al peligro incierto, el objeto se quedará en su jurisdicción. le sobrepasase o no, así es de tozudo. no pone réplica al tirar foráneo, se recuesta sobre el césped y le mira con una pequeña sonrisa. ‘ que no es mi novia, tonto ’ se coloca de costado y apoya el codo en el césped, la palma sirve de soporte a facciones y eso le permite ver mejor a maven. uno de los dígitos libres va a la mejilla impropia y la pica varias veces, como quien precisa hacer algo mientras piensa. ‘ me gusta, nos gustamos; me despejé de dudas cuando hablé con ella por última vez ’ si bien no había preguntado de forma directa, le había quedado en claro que el miedo infundado por litha de que tenía novio fue en vano. ‘ me da un poco de miedo, ¿sabes? a veces se me cuelan ideas en la cabeza que no deberían existir ’ aprieta un poco la mejilla del belga, a ese punto comienza a ser utilizada como un squishy. ‘ ¿recuerdas? les conté que mi última relación había acabado pero a la vez no ’ la ambigüedad había sido su forma de protegerse, pero siente que le debe honestidad a maven. ‘ falleció ’ nunca supo qué hacer con ese amor que daba vueltas sin dirección alguna entre el vacío del pecho. ‘ no digas nada al respecto ’ se lo advierte, desplaza una pequeña sonrisa para indicarle que todo está bien. ahí, deja caer soporte para apoyarse sobre el pecho masculino. ‘ no quiero pensar que la estoy traicionando ’ tampoco está en su mano, el corazón se manda por sí solo. ‘ demasiada cosa, ¿no? ’  tontea, ha de elevar un poco el mentón para encontrar facciones foráneas. ‘ veamos alguna película esta noche, con un bote gigante de helado ’

[thebramblewood]

If the Vatores stand united on one thing, it's their absolute disdain for Old Man Vlad.

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(Psst... there's some bonus lore under the cut for those who can't get enough.)

More on the Vatores' complicated relationship with Vlad to come, but for now I will say that settling in Forgotten Hollow despite hating his guts was absolutely a (petty) power move on Lilith's part. Vlad doesn't have any qualms about killing humans. In fact, he has little interest in the affairs of humans at all. But what he doesn't care for is Lilith's ostentatious style. He's very old-fashioned and set in his ways regarding how a "proper" vampire should behave and doesn't like when they draw too much attention to themselves because he believes it puts vampires as a collective at risk. He once hoped to mold Lilith in his image, but that obviously didn't work out, and he now finds her indiscreet, disrespectful, and lacking manners, and he finds Caleb a wimpy annoyance who should have never been turned.

I also wanted to explain a bit more about vampire telepathy in my universe. There's a psychic link between sire vampires and their children that allows them to communicate internally (as we've seen Lilith and Vlad do before - and we'll explore the circumstances of her turning in the future!) and also to probe each other's thoughts/memories (which, for example, is what allows Caleb to track down Helena). Physical distance weakens the link, and stronger vampires can establish barricades against intrusion (like Caleb is trying to do now with Lilith). It's also not a constant thing. It's an active choice to enter another's mind. Caleb is considerate (yes, even with his sister), so he does it sparingly and accesses only the information he needs. Lilith and Vlad couldn't care less, so they'll shamelessly dig for secrets. Most vampires are also able to wield telepathic powers over humans, although obviously this takes skill and practice. Humans' minds are more vulnerable and as such more susceptible to hypnosis. This allows vampires to control humans for feeding and other purposes and also to erase or alter their memories. I don't think any of this greatly deviates from what you would expect, and I've tried to imply most of it through the storytelling, but I just wanted to explain it all in one place.

Caleb: [stiffly] Straud.

Vlad: It seems you’re out and about these days more than your sister is. How is Lilith anyway? I can’t imagine she's finally come to her senses and decided to practice moderation for once in her life.

Caleb: Why don’t you rummage around in her thoughts and find out for yourself? She picked up that habit from you, after all.

Vlad: She’s learned how to keep up her guard against me. [pointed look] As I’m sure you’ve learned your own tricks against her. No matter. There are things in that girl's head beyond description. I’d rather not get mired in her depravity. Surely you know what I mean.

Caleb: I never acquired a taste for extracting people’s secrets without their permission.

Vlad: Of course not. You’re a peculiar creature, aren’t you? I warned her you wouldn’t be suited to this life. Well, in this case, you’re likely better off. Maintaining blissful ignorance is undoubtedly more pleasant than holding the eternal knowledge of all she’s done.

Caleb: [impatiently] Is there something else you wanted to discuss?

Vlad: That man - what is it, Benali? - and his charming little book… It’s not going to cause trouble, is it?

Caleb: I haven’t seen any angry hordes yet. This is your town, old man. There’ll be no trouble so long as you don’t let it in.

[forwantofamohawk]

Wayne in Episode 12 gives me such mixed feelings. His interaction with the intern was really sweet and I love seeing a caring big brother side to him. And we see him showing some surprising emotional maturity with getting over his fear of Raj going to another Hockey team.

But then they dumb him down so bad in regards to Julia and him taking so painfully long to notice she's a terrible ally. Which itself is terrible writing for her because like, Wayne is the most reliable ally she can get at this point. Caleb and Priya are so mired in their own relationship drama going in circles that Julia being more invested in leveraging Caleb's promise to her against him makes zero sense.

Just commit to the Wayne alliance and focus on knocking out Priya and Caleb like it's really that shrimple. Why did they make her dumb.

[utilitycaster]

I will say the current discourse becomes a lot funnier when you remember that Imogen suggested to and in front of Laudna (she did it more than once!) potentially siding the Vanguard AFTER one of them murdered her in cold blood just to get a rise out of Imogen -

- and *somehow* that hasn’t had the lasting impact on fandom that Orym fucking nodding at Laudna as she kills someone who just tried to murder them has?

Truly, bowlgate could *never*.

Hey anon,

Honestly while this is all very speculative and based on the relatively small cross-section of the fandom I see, as a person who will not touch Reddit and barely checks Twitter, the Orym and Laudna stuff feels cut from the same cloth as Bowlgate.

For reasons I cannot accurately pinpoint, though I have my theories, since I started watching and joined the fandom with the start of C2 there seem to have been people - maybe the same people, maybe there's been turnover - who have decided any interaction Marisha and Liam's characters have that isn't clearly entirely amicable (and some that are) is in fact an act of hostility. This has always baffled me, given that in Campaigns 1 and 2 they played characters who are particularly close, and that in Campaign 3 Liam's character is very much in homage to Keyleth. Insofarasmuch as I know the lives of the cast (ie, I don't), they seem to be extremely good friends, and from what I see at the table they have remarkably similar styles, a shared love of character conflict, and excellent chemistry (platonic or romantic). It has never made sense to me how intensely some people pit them against each other, either as Beau and Caleb or as Laudna and Orym, particularly when Marisha and Liam have never seemed to have even an ounce of rancor towards each other.

It feels very much born out of the "the only way to be a good character (or fan) is to be entirely deferential to my personal favorite character" mentality, and I've always found that mentality to be...deeply sad, honestly. I've said before that it baffles me that people watch a show with an ensemble cast of 7 players and act repulsed and offended when it's not a solo act. And for a fandom for a show where we just, demonstrably, treated a 3.5 hour episode as "unexpectedly short?" That is a huge amount of time to sink into something where you are miserable every minute that Laudna, or Marisha (or whoever your favorite character or actor is) isn't in the spotlight and leading the charge and given the royal treatment - let alone to watch CR with what appears to be an assumption that nearly everyone else at the table is actively out to undermine your favorite actor. That sounds exhausting and painful, and once I started thinking about that it made much more sense how vile and bitter these comments about an extremely mild choice from Liam and Orym is; because it's not really about Orym. It's about the nature of the show itself, which has always been the case and is unlikely to change. It might be other long-untended resentments as well. I'm reminded, tangentially, of how when I was frustrated with FCG as a character early on, I'd occasionally get people piling on in my inbox for utterly unrelated criticisms not of FCG but of Sam as a player that I found really offputting and which often made me pretty uncomfortable.

I do wonder if these people are not just upset that Orym (and Liam) are simply present; but if they are also frustrated with other things - perhaps with the campaign generally, or perhaps with Laudna herself - that they are afraid to admit they feel given how much they have staked their identity on their fandom preferences. Which again, sounds terribly lonely and draining and something to be pitied, irritating as it is for the rest of us.

Anyway, I think the best thing for everyone in the fandom not trapped in that particular mire of bad faith, cognitive dissonance, and curdled resentment to do is move on. I actually found it really heartening how many people on my post about Laudna's anger at Orym being entirely about the power from the siphon and nothing personal to Orym were like "until I saw this post it did not even occur to me that there was another interpretation of this scene." I certainly haven't been as good about this as I'd like to be, but I've really been trying as of late to approach the above paranoid reading mentality by depriving it of oxygen. In addition to the interesting conflicts brewing, there's been some great lore drops as of late. How about that portal?

[picnokinesis]

OC Ship Song Tag

Tagged by @gabeorelse - ahh thank you!! Okay this will be fun because I don't tend to talk about my ocs much here

Rules: list the ships of your wip (canon or otherwise!) and the song that "describes" your ship, or that would be used for a fan edit of the ship.

This is a bit complicated because actually a lot of my wip projects aren't exactly shippy, especially since I am trying to write predominantly aromantic stories - but Gabe said I could do platonic or single characters if I wanted to 😌 I think what I'm actually gonna do is songs for the characters who , if I had a fandom, people would end up shipping lol. I'm gonna do these for Onkalo because I think that's got the most to going on (and also the longest playlist haha) and actually I think it'll be funny to do this by how common or rare I think the pairing would be hahah

For those who don't know: Onkalo is my original tv series concept set in several hundred years after the collapse of our civilisation. It follows Peregrine, a grief-stricken father who dedicates himself to finding Onkalo, a mythological structure buried under the ground that is said to contain an item of great power. He believes that he can use whatever is inside to protect his son, Ash. On the flip side, Ash, who believes he has been abandoned by his dad, sets off to find him after a disaster destroys their community.

Harper/Reo or Harper & Reo - these two are basically my og spydoc - childhood friends who bonded in adverse circumstances, but then Harper manages to escape the Bad Situation, and Reo is left to suffer the consequences. Reo ends up becoming something of an antagonist, bitter and set on making Harper pay, whilst Harper becomes a semi-parental figure to Ash as he looks for his dad (she is absolutely terrible at it). But, eventually, Reo choses to help Harper, Ash and Connie escape, and sticks with them. It's not completely smooth going, but fundamentally they missed Harper and their friendship too much. If any ship is canon in this show, it's these two.

Songs: Go Down Together by Foxing or La Lune by Madeon for more shippy fandomy stuff, but Sink by Brand New is my song for them, and it's a lot angrier. However, in the show, I'm 100% intending to have the very intense sequence of Reo and the others escaping be set to The Bike Song by Mark Ronson and The Business Intl, because bikes are involved and I'm hilarious - so if anyone set a video to that song, they would absolutely correct.

Peregrine/Caleb or Peregrine & Caleb - the canonical-ness of this one is very muddy, because I'm fighting with my fascination over their dynamic and how they do or don't feel about each other, and my overwhelming desire for this show to be as aromantic as possible. As it stands, Peregrine is entirely driven by his grief and guilt surrounding the death of his wife, Heather, but if he wasn't, then he'd be open to it. I reckon Caleb has a hell of a crush but will take it to his grave. As it happens, they're super doomed by the narrative and almost certainly not going to survive anyhow. However, I reckon if there was a fandom, this would be one of the Big Ships because I know what fandom is like.

Song: Wild Country by Wake Owl

Peregrine & Ash - the relationship between these two is so mired with desperate, familial love and aching anger. Ash wants to hate his dad, but fundamentally he still travels across the country to find him. Peregrine is so driven by the need to protect his son like he couldn't protect his wife that he completely abandons his son to hunt down a folktale that ends up killing him.

Songs: Above the Clouds of Pompeii by Bear's Den, and Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil

Harper & Connie or Harper/Connie- I think anyone who ships this would be so galaxy brained, tbh, but Harper and Connie both travel with Ash and lowkey become his stand-in parental figures, but not in any standard sort of way. Harper is like, reluctant dad figure, and Connie is the only person with the braincell. I reckon the appeal of this one is that this is that they're both people who have been defined by their own communities and families, but in very different ways. I think Harper would learn a lot about what family can be from Connie, and Connie would learn to blame herself less from Harper. People who ship Harper/Connie/Reo would be even MORE galaxy-brained, but adding Reo into the mix would make the whole thing a bit more rancid, bless. I think Connie and Reo would actually be super interesting.

Songs: if it's just Harper/Connie, it's Hello My Old Heart by The Oh Hellos (this one also works really well for Peregrine and Caleb too). If it's Harper/Connie/Reo....ooh, it would probably be Soldier, Poet, King by The Oh Hellos, with Reo being the soldier, Harper being the poet and Connie being the king. Okay damn I lowkey love how that works, like non-romantically.

Connie & Peregrine or Connie/Peregrine- Peregrine actually meets both Harper and Connie on separate occasions earlier in the plot. The dynamic between Harper and Peregrine is lowkey hilarious to me, because I'm pretty sure they look at each other and go 'oh, yikes' and leave it at that. Connie and Peregrine actually get on really well, though, and hang out together for a long while. Peregrine is allergic to nice things though, and actively avoids making new emotional ties. With Caleb, he fails drastically - but he also fails regarding Connie too. Con actually wanted him to stick around, but he tricks her into getting left behind (because he's an ASS, but actually it's mainly because he didn't want her to die/get hurt. And it's a good thing tbh because by the next episode he's captured by an amnesia cult who try to lobotomise him, so....). Anyway, I think both Caleb and Connie are people that Peregrine could have learnt to overcome his grief with, in a different world. I think Connie and Peregrine in particular find common ground in how much their communities mean to them. They are both driven on journeys, spurned by grief and guilt - but for Connie, she still remains in orbit of her family, whereas Peregrine has isolated himself entirely. I feel like not so many people would ship this, but I'm soft about it

Ship Song: I Will Remain by Matthew and the Atlas

Peregrine/Heather - the only CANON ROMANCE, but I killed it lol because Heather is dead from the start. She haunts this entire series, but her relationship with Peregrine is SO IMPORTANT because it drives the entire plot. I love them both a lot augh

Ship song: You Are a Memory by Message to Bears

That ended up SUPER LONG and also won't make sense to anyone probably rip, but!! Here it is!

Tagging - this is obviously optional, and feel free to make this about fandom characters instead if you like! But! @taardisblue, @novantinuum, @chaoticacecryptid, @subducting, @agendergorgon (I think you have ocs? For worm?)

THANKS GABE!

[12pt-times-new-roman]

I missed the first hour of combat but — C3E62, let's go!

"We built this for you!" oh honey.

Bor'dor has the lucky feat.

"In the aura of this oddly dunamantic energy emanating from Ashton—" Is this the first time Matt has confirmed that Ashton's abilities are dunamantic in nature? I know it's been obvious from our standpoint for a while now, and it was implied to the party by Caleb's mention of dunamis, but is that the first time it's been acknowledged in-game?

As Laudna starts to get flashes of memories eventually leading to Delilah, her ribcage cracks open to release a hound of ill omen modeled after the Briarwoods' undead hounds.

The dome above the temple begins to glow as a voice echoes from above. "Leave or be judged." A winged celestial being — a Dawnborn Angel — descends, with a flaming sword in one hand, to the middle of the chamber.

As far as I can tell, this is a home-brew. The Judicator seems to be modeled on a planetar (same AC and similar abilities, though likely a lower CR), but the "dawnborn angel" resembles nothing I can find.

Prism refers to herself at the Matron of Ravens' daughter. Now, her calling the Matron "mother" makes sense given the goddess' titles and namelessness; but being a shadar-kai and a wizard who has a "complicated relationship" with the Matron while calling herself the Matron's daughter is definitely cause for concern.

Deni$e has 3-4 rogue levels.

"The Judicator does not back down, it does not feel fear." It's also an "entity trained to hunt those of arcane persuasions." All I can think of are cybermen from Doctor Who.

The summons get the HDYWTDT on the Judicator!

A mid-combat break?? Is this gonna be a C2E86 situation where the entire episode is combat?

An angel, a demon, and an earth elemental walk into a bar...

Orym climbs the demon's back and sits on its shoulders like he's mounting a horse, which it begrudgingly allows.

Ashton speaks to the now-uncontrolled earth elemental in primordial. "We gotta get these people out of your home. Can you get me up there?" With its reaction (read: because Matt is giving the party some leeway here), the elemental grabs Ashton and attempts to huck them up to the angel with a nat20 (what the FUCK is the count on this? this pendulum has got to swing in this half, yeah?), because "the spirits of the forest have taken over where the arcana has failed."

The barlgura grapples the angel and brings it to the ground.

THERE'S the Chop Suey joke, finally. "When angels deserve to dieeee...."

Deni$e has a barbarian rage ability called "spirit of the mountain"? I can't find any barbarian subclass with this ability, and it's not a dwarf thing, so is this a home-brew barbarian subclass?

Bor'dor gets his second HDYWTDT on the angel with a 5th level inflict wounds. He holds its head, kisses its forehead, and says, "enough."

A second Judicator, the one that was patrolling the city, approaches the temple, but turns around and leaves at the sight.

It's so interesting to think about the way this battle would be interpreted in different campaigns. In C1, this would've been a heroic tale of villagers rising up against their oppressors and succeeding; in C2, it would've had underlying tones of national, material, Exandrian politics rather than theological ones, but still would've had that tinge of objective victory; and in C3, it is inundated by theological rhetoric and the politics of the gods, and mired by uncertain, subjective success.

The Judicators' masks are not worn, they are fused to the skull. (Again. Cybermen.)

Eventually, Abadeena's magic, alongside the spirits of the forest and the magic of the villagers, reduces the temple to rubble.

Orym is reconciling, trying to bring together conflicting goals, and Laudna clocks it with a pissed-off expression.

One by one, the remaining "captives" begin to follow the first into the forest, exiting the township and heading to the north, except for a single child. "I'm... I just wanted to feel like I belonged to something, you know, I—" And Abandeena responds, "Do you understand why this was wrong?" With that, they feel the final weight lifted, the hillside and village finally free.

Laudna approaches Abadeena. "Be careful not to become what you despise." She looks back with a genuine honesty. "Sometimes, you must do things you wish weren't yours to do for the betterment of your people. I'm not proud of everything I've done, but don't think your words are lost on me." "There's a thin line between being a savior and an oppressor." "Well. Thank you for being our saviors... we hear, of the Loam and the Leaf, thank you. For your deeds, whatever we can do, you have it." She casts some healing, and allows the Bells Hells to sleep in her house for the night because she can't cast scrying today.

Ashton asks for a private word with themself, Abadeena, and Prism. Nothing comes of it yet, as the village begins to gather toward the city center. They cook, swap stories, and sing.

For the first time in a long time, the village is free to give their thanks to the eidolons and to each other.

Bor'dor can't stop thinking of the face of the angel as they died, and he doesn't know whether he did the right thing. "Something is happening, and faith is shaken."

Prism is trying to view all of this with a skeptical, academic, objective mind, but she can't help but second-guess her subjective experience because everyone's happy and everyone's sad. She feels that this was a net good, but feels that compromises her objectivity.

Ashton believes that, leaving everything out of view out of consideration, this was a net good. They go with Prism and Abadeena behind a tree. ("It's time to get sexy now! It's our turn!" Talisein please)

There were tithes taken from the townsfolk. The temple was wealthy enough; these were not taken by the arbiters of the temple, according to Abadeena. She drags it to the city center, and Prolef begins to redistribute the wealth taken by the temple back to the townspeople.

While that exchange was happening, Orym finds Laudna. She remarks that the townspeople are ignorant of the greater evils in the world. They both agree that this ship is sinking, but this town doesn't know that; they agree that they are frustrated at their ignorance, their bliss, and lament that they have to get back to their people.

Laudna and Orym are so angry, but they can't articulate why — it feels to them like they just put themselves in great danger, when there's so much more at stake than there is in "this piss-ant town dealing with their piss-ant squabbles... I don't know why I'm so angry about it." "You've known more than your fair share of shit... I don't even think... I'm having trouble believing there's anything we can do. I just keep stepping forward because it's what I've always gone, but I don't know if there's anything we can do." "Ashton said something quite profound to me the other night, when were taking out watch around the campfire. Profound especially for them. Right now, if we try to change the world, it's just going to seem like an impossible task, it's just too much. But we can try and change that which we do have control over, our immediate surroundings. Save our friends." "I don't know how much time we have left on this planet — feels like it could all go soon, in a week. But I just wanna make do with the time that I have with the people that I care about, and I want to find them, I want to find them again." "Then let's find them. It's the only directive we have at the moment, the only thing we can control." Orym takes her hand. "I don't understand why you bounced down through history to be here with me right now, but I sure as hells am glad you are here." "I've seen a lot of shit, Orym. That's why we're still here." "And more coming." "We've shown we can take it. Let's just get the fuck out of this town."

Abadeena escorts them back to her cottage. She smiles, and reveals her first name: Joan. Whether the Bells Hells decide to kill her or trust her, she thanks them for trusting the village, agrees to help them on the path toward home, and offers them answers.

If the temple comes back, she does not believe this town is the only one rising up. They have a coalition binding together townships of the Loam and the Leaf, keeping them away from the influence of Vasselheim.

Prism asks if she's ever heard of Predathos or speculated on its nature, asks if Predathos is an elemental weapon against the divine during the Founding. Abadeena knows nothing about Predathos except for Ludinus' speech and the Bells Hells' knowledge, but she does recognize the confidence with which Ludinus spoke and the way his words influenced the people of her town. To them, the eidolons have a symbiotic relationship, as it has been for all those who lived on Exandria before the gods coopted it.

"The lands of Exandria hold to them innumerable eidolons that are tied to the forces of this world, of the titans that first shaped it. With the titans long-gone, they persist however they can, oftentimes among the rules of the gods who now rein. So they are echoes, shades, the remnants and the memory of the titans, of the great elemental queens and kinds of this world, the ones who originally sculpted it." Prism questions whether Predathos is more intelligent, more vengeant, than a simple "black hole."

Orym says to Prism that they don't know anything, and Prism retorts that she's trying to help by way of being really good at learning things. The only thing Orym has to go on is the track record of the people trying to release Predathos, which Prism agrees is "damning."

"Prism... I don't understand the gods, I don't know anything about the titans, I don't know eidolon from eyeliner. I believe that... I'm a widower because of the people who want to bring this about. So it's hard for me to wrangle with the other side." finally

Ah. So this encounter was not designed to pit the Bells Hells against the gods or against the titans, but it was designed to force them to reckon with the fact that they know nothing, nothing about what's happening around them, and further to force them to seek out information about the things they don't know.

AH. Abadeena does not wish to destroy the gods, but to return to a state of Exandria in which the gods and the Primordials lived in balance. Mortal races are an invasive species just as much as the gods are, but there was a point in history where they, the primordials, the eidolons, and the gods existed in conjunction with one another.

She also notes that the primordials, the eidolons, do not feel a threat from Predathos — and that the Matron of Ravens offers no warnings of Predathos, no insight, if she saw it coming at all.

Ashton and Laudna: Ashton doesn't think that the Hishari have anything to do with anything — that is something that they'll be asking of the Bells Hells "once everything quiets down." They are so angry right now, and Laudna notes that she and Orym feel the same. Ashton's worst nightmare was their very first divine intervention. "The gods saw me, a god saw me, I was not invisible. It was not hungry, it wasn't fearful, it wasn't — it was a messenger, it was sent, and it told me what I really didn't want to hear: that it doesn't fucking care, that I might as well be fucking gone, that I was a mistake."

Bor'dor goes out to look for Orym, but rolled a 4, so Orym — from his perch on a high tree — takes pity on him and (after Liam asks whether Bor'dor is a half-elf or not) reveals himself.

With a 19, Bor'dor impressively climbs the tree and joins Orym.

"Do you believe in god?" "I mean, it's beyond question. The gods have shaped the history of this world, they have dropped miracles from their seats on high and caused irreparable damage — and unmistakable good. I don't know that I care — I care about you and me, and I care about my family across the ocean." "My life is vert small. I wake up, I work, I go to sleep. My beliefs have been black and white. These people told just o go into a church and fight something that I can't fathom, and int he moment, where I felt victory, I didn't see a divinity or radiance or whatever the fuck you call it, I just felt sadness and compassion. Did you see the way it looked? There — why did we have to do that? Why is that what happened? And then I wonder, also, why — that woman, Abadeena, has no fucking clue what you people are talking about." [...] "I know, I think, barely more than you do, that people who are so determined to bust something out of our moon that it's worth killing a lot of people to get there. Do I believe in the gods? Yes. Have they had a ton of bearing in my life? No." "So you get to Ludinus, and then what? We just killed an angel, we saved a woman who has no clue about the fight that she's fighting. This village has no clue, they're fucked either way — what are we doing here? My life is very small. What are we doing here?" "I think that, um... Ashton, Laudna and I have friends that we were with, got pulled away from, and I think we've got a one in 2000 chance of stopping more people I care about from getting killed." "Okay. Let's do that, then."

Bonding over shit jokes and laxatives. Ah, the quintessential Critical Role experience.

But still, Bor'dor extends a hand. "I go where you go."

I'm just saying, my "multiple tables running at the same canon time concurrently, exactly like the way Pathfinder Society specials run" theory gains all the more merit.

Laudna stays up with Prism reading through books, and Marisha manifests Beau through Laudna. (Someone write an essay about how each of these players manifests specific aspects of a character throughout each campaign. Tag me when you do, if you do it before me.)

In the books, there are tithing ledgers, as well as deals and plans between the temple and the Silvercall Mill about buying out portions of the neighborhood. These plans were awaiting approval from others in the network — discussions about finding land for temples of the Wildmother and other deities hat wasn't already controlled. It's a lot of discussion about calculated expansion by Vasselheim and Othanzia.

With an arcana check, Prism identifies the runes on the Judicator as having an original draconic base, an arcana script that is divine and protective in nature but in some cases near anti-magic. It didn't present itself in battle, but the Judicator has the ability to dispel existing magic — its old magic, possibly related to the anti-magic cone displayed by the Mage Hunter golems that Ludinus employed.

Also in these papers is a discussion of Vasselheim sending forces to leyline nexuses. Prism notes that the leylines are stationary except for certain celestial events, of which the apogee solstice is the largest — nexuses stay where they are placed until the next apogee solstice moves that nexus, resulting in people gravitating to that area for the time between now and the next apogee solstice. It's about resources.

Prism has been away from her home for a decade. She believes that these past few days are validation for those ten years spent at the Cobalt Soul (or elsewhere), and stifles a personal smile.

In the morning, they are met with the smell of breakfast prepared by Abadeena. She offers to create a scroll for Prism so that she can copy the spell into her spellbook. (Again, because she's an Order of Scribes wizard, Prism can copy spells much more quickly than the average wizard.)

Ashton approaches Abadeena about the magic in their head. "It seems to bend the world... I have dreams, sometimes they're inhuman, sometimes I'm other people but I'm not... you ever seen anything like this?" "Like this? I have not at all... however, if you are to continue to travel, maybe speak with the spirits. Maybe things that are older than all of us combined have better insight than this frail form." ooooooo something something the Luxon is older than the world and so it makes sense that they might be some kind of primordial force. it makes sense that they might be a primordial titan that existed "before the gods" because the primordials also did.

Finishing breakfast, they enter the scrying chamber, and Orym enters unannounced — having taken a point of exhaustion from a sleepless night.

Again, Chetney giving each of the Bells Hells material gifts is a fucking genius move by Travis, because they all have scrying targets now. Whether intentional or not, it's genius, and it really goes reflect the themes of this campaign.

They see snow. Snow, falling, across a mountain range. They see Deanna first, with a prominent symbol of the Dawnfather — then they see FRIDA, a rosegold bipedal robot — then, the familiar image of Chetney, trekking behind with excitement and distance — then Imogen and Fearne, following behind, as FCG wheels up alongside them, all trekking through the snow. Prism and Orym recognize the smoky sight of Kravarad, and recognize that they are not far from Uthodurn. They see Imogen grasp her cloak and look back, as if she's making eye contact with the basin, with the scrying censor — Laudna shouts her name, but the image dissipates.

Regardless, they recognize that the other half of Bells Hells is on another continent, on the other side of the world.

Orym asks if there's anyone nearby who can transport them, and Abadeena notes that "those in Vasselheim could, if you had their favor." Yet she does know someone, about 5 days travel's away from Hearthdale, who could transport them: Hevestro, hierophant of the Emerald Tree, a powerful archdruid whom Abadeena once trained under.

So Team Issylra has two options: go to Vasselheim, a longer journey but with more people who could help, or go to Hevestro and count on the good will of a single archdruid.

Abadeena can scry two more times, and Prism can scry once, making for a total of 3 more scries. (Ahh, now I see why this episode is 5 hours long.)

Scry 1: Dariax. He's chewing on his nails with a dirty, scarred face, with a look of concern, sitting in a dark space they can't quite make out. He plays absentmindedly with the compass around his neck, thinking. A blue hand catches his holder, he gives a nod and stands with his spear — Dorian, also looking a bit worse for wear. "That's the bag of dicks—" "That's our bag of dicks!"

Scry 2: Bor'dor's Home / Brother. "Don't take your clothes off!" (Orym: "C'mon, let it happen.") "There, you see a vision of a homestead, modest but well-furnished, not quite the home of a farmer or a person who keeps cattle or sheep. It's an unfamiliar space to you (Bor'dor). You're uncertain whether this dagger is calling a connection to a place of import or a particular answer to your question, unfortunately."

Abadeena copies the scrying spell onto a scroll, which Prism copies into her spellbook.

Now, the Bells Hells must decide between two things: going to Vasselheim and trying to convince them to help, or taking their chances with the dangerous journey through a canyon to Hevestro's homestead. Orym's gut says the latter.

Matt confirms that no one in the party would know anything about the waters between western Issylra and eastern Wildemount, and that it would take a number of weeks to traverse it by ship. For the record, based on Exandrian timezones, geology, and cosmology, there could be an ocean the size of the Pacific in that space.

They decide to go toward the gorge where Hevestro lives, and Abadeena grants them a wind-based, cougar-shaped eidolon that will escort them. "If you meet others of the Valley Coalition, tell them of what has been done here, and let them know that we are ready to help them as well."

[bramblebee]

Some bird cats I had the pleasure of drawing for @cliffsidewarriors-rp!

Here we have Caleb’s Merrybird of PeakClan, my own Smogroost of PeakClan, and Mire’s... ahem. Birdbird of ValleyClan.

[annastrxng]

@honorhearted (you'll likely be getting a few of these)

Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING

Fury broils beneath mire-stricken porcelain skin as Tallmadge intercepts her departure. Eyes wired with vigorous vehemence latch upon his rather cruelly. "Let me be!" She demands, her hands pressing to his chest in a futile effort to PUSH him away. "It is REVENGE I am after. I won't STOP until I see it done!!!!!!" The ire with which, she SPEAKS, astonishes her. Yet, she holds fast. The KING'S MEN have TAKEN everything from her. Her home, her safety, her family, and now this, her HOPE. The foreign weight of Caleb's pistol is STRANGELY comforting in the moment.

[perennialknight]

Feeling so unglued about the round table perpetuating itself in possibly decaying cycles vs Caleb as the first devotee of a newborn deity and the PERENNIAL knight…

The once and future king vs. a knight of that which returns! Grief for Arthur miring an entire legend in the past vs. grief for Astera propelling Caleb forcibly into his own future!! Lot's wife turned to salt looking back at the wreckage vs. Orpheus popping a flop sweat trying to look forward to keep Eurydice alive!!!

[ariadne-mouse]

Number 18 for the 'Behind the Scenes' 👀

Hallo! Technically this is the third time I am answering #18 (others here and here), but I'm enjoying myself and shall not be stopped!

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Returning to till human voices wake us and Chapter 16, specifically this line:

“Yes,” Essek heard himself whisper, tasting salt on his lips — tears or seawater, he didn’t know which. “Please.”

Spoilers, ofc. Essek has been resisting going fully into the ocean for the whole story so far. We're all familiar with siren myths: unwary travelers get lured or dragged into the waves. Caleb is that threat and archetype in the narrative. But Essek has mired himself so thoroughly in his problems and mistakes and fears, has been driven closer and closer to his breaking point, that ultimately? He agrees willingly to be taken away (and shortly after, to effectively be drowned). All Caleb has to do is offer. I was really proud of building up the tension for 16 chapters, and then to make it Essek's choice rather than a more blunt bewitchment. A lot of work went into making that line hit as hard as it did.

[ask me Behind-the-Scenes writing questions]

[wingkink]

ok so really you can't be too mad bc they didn't really do a whole lot to make it clear that wulf was dating them also. and i've said a lot about it already. but like their entire (mis)understanding of the situation is built off of caleb mentioning both their names to veth, and her immediately assuming that the lover he also mentioned was astrid. this was before he drunkenly called jester 'astrid' when they were dancing. veth just entirely assumed that he must have been with astrid, and not wulf, with no reasoning. and because she was technically not wrong that never got corrected at any point. mired with heterosexual bullshit because of that one assumption in the first fuckin 20 episodes

[darius-dues]

Character Name: Darius Deamonne Title/occupation: Lord, Sponsor of the Baroness Willow Park Magick Status: Sorcerer -- Abomination/Animation Specialty

Scandal: Darius is not nobility by birth. He was gifted his title by Boiling Isles royalty, but has not been accepted by the surrounding gentry. He is also of lower standing than the Baroness that he sponsors.

Biography: Darius was born a common man, the child of general store owners in a remote, nowhere part of the Boiling Isles. He was raised to take over the family business, but Darius dreamed of being something greater. He didn't want to live and die in obscurity, he wanted to make a name for himself.

When he was a teenager, he ran away, leaving behind his home and previous identity. He made his way to the Boiling Isles capitol, where he worked to build a new life for himself. He became an apprentice for the local sculptor, a sorcerer who specialized in and made abominations for a living. Over the years, he learned and mastered the art, even creating never before seen techniques, such as flexible, responsive armor made from abomination ooze.

This drew the eye of the Royal Army. He was recruited as a manufacturer of this armor, where he worked to improve his craft.

A craft that would one day save the life of one of the nation's most important sons, Prince Caleb Schreiber, husband of the queen's sister.

Darius just happened to be at the right place at the right time to stop an assassination attempt on the Prince's life during a public appearance. The Prince, eternally grateful, took the young man under his wing, boosting his name into Ingary's nobility. The two became close, and eventually the Prince gifted Darius with the title of Lord, for the services to his nation. It was everything he'd ever wanted.

So of course, it couldn't last. First, it came in the form of the Prince approaching him with a child, his illegitimate son with no guardian after his mother passed. Caleb begged Darius to please look after him, until he could find someone more suitable.

He never did. Like all the men of the Schreiber family, Caleb eventually disappeared, leaving Darius behind to raise the young Hunter. It wasn't what he'd ever dreamed for himself, but he was sure he could continue to build his career and support the boy.

But without the Prince's support, the royal family moved on to bigger and better things. The nobility of the Isles resented the commoner made gentry, and blocked him every step of the way. The noble Blight family put forward an abomination soldier "inspired" by Darius's armor, and it became the standard of the Royal Army.

Everything he built came crashing down around him. However, there were some who were kinder than others. The Baron Harvey Park, a friend from his days with the Prince, took Darius and Hunter in, giving the latter a position of valet to his daughter, Willow, who was also in a mire of scandal after her heritage was revealed.

It became clear that the young woman would also be socially outcast from the Isle's noble ranks. With prospects running low, it was decided that she would try to wed on the mainland, and Darius would be her sponsor, despite his lower rank.

The disgraced Lord is determined to find a good match, one so powerful that it will bring shame to everyone who ever doubted him. Will Darius succeed and return to the Isles to a warm welcome? Or is it time he left it all behind for something new?

[calebine]

‘ ajá, desaparecieron de la faz de la tierra por fomentar el tabaquismo entre los menores ’ ahora es un recuerdo de la sociedad del pasado, en su época de infancia, ya era extraño verlos entre las infancias inglesas. lo cuenta con un fingido deje de pesar, como si acabase de perder la oportunidad de imitar al belga una vez más. ‘ siempre necesito hablar de algo, lim, ¿no entiendes que vivo con una tormenta por dentro? ’ la palma se posa en el pecho para completar el gesto dramático que, con teatro y todo, algo de verdad ostenta. se rebela por generar matices entre sus preocupaciones, al capitán le encanta restar valor a lo que lo acongoja. la oscuridad de iris se fija en el brazalete impropio, cómo odia verlo con él puesto. ‘ si te hubieran hecho desaparecer, yo hubiera hecho que ellos corrieran el mismo destino ’ y, lo que más detesta, es no poder tener siquiera una oportunidad de hacer algo al respecto — de luchar, de enfrentarse de una vez por todas. no soporta verse en una posición de pasividad, de hecho: ‘ odio sentirme estancado ’ el enclaustramiento en sí mismo, si es que hubiera otra forma de definirlo, es uno de sus mayores temores. ‘ me da igual, dos semanas o dos años, sigue siendo jodidamente ridículo ’ comprender el razonamiento no le está evitando hacer una lectura completamente irracional de los hechos — es el enfado, la frustración y, por supuesto, el orgullo. al recibir el empujón del columpio, los iris van en búsqueda de foráneos con un ceño infantilmente fruncido. ‘ ridículo tú ’ las comisuras no tardan mucho más en expandirse con la sencillez habitual, si es que el belga es experto en hacerle perder el hilo de sus pesares. ‘ ¿tú qué crees, tonto? pues continuar con sus vidas ’ los retazos de un deja vu atacan el pensamiento de caleb y, en esas, no puede evitar que la sonrisa se cincele melancólica. las personas que quiere, una vez más, son su motivo para permanecer y hacer frente. chasquea la lengua, el belga ha conseguido su propósito cuando hace que el capitán mire al frente, asciende un tanto la mirada para enfocarse en el cielo. ‘ sólo estoy torturándome un poco ’ en el momento de la verdad, la valentía suele sacarle de las espirales. ‘ siempre soñé con tener una vida significativa ’ adelanta. ‘ no hablo de premios o condecoraciones ’ ni el éxito, ni el dinero, han formado parte de sus prioridades jamás. la motivación es más primaria que eso; es la rabia que despertó en la infancia. ‘ sino de tener un impacto positivo, hacer algo significante, romper de una vez por todas con los ciclos ’ y, en cada intento, se encuentra con fuerzas mayores que se entrometen en su camino: su padre, su hermano, la academia. viéndose en ese punto de la nada, ¿qué era? ¿el inútil alfil en el tablero? al final, tiene que soltar una risa burlesca a su propio ímpetu. al girar el mentón para volver a ver a maven, le regala la expansión de una sonrisa perlada. ‘ absurdo, ¿no? ’

‘ ¿esos dulces? ’ elevó una de sus cejas al escucharlo y se rió entre dientes, algo tenía caleb que siempre era capaz de despejar su cabeza. de una u otra forma, algunas cosas desaparecían cuando estaba en la escena, pero no por eso deja de sentir menos culpa por continuar con una farsa frente a él. después de lo abierto que ya ha sido en el pasado, lo siente como un retroceso, pero la culpa que lo embargaba era superior a sus ganas de mantenerse transparente frente a él. ‘ ¿pensamientos a la cabeza? —  ’ frunció un poco el ceño y lo miro, mientras soltaba un poco del humo que sostenían sus pulmones. le aterraba sentirse tan cómodo y tranquilo con nicotina circulando por su sistema. ‘ ¿necesitas hablar de algo, uh, irvine? ’ cuando usa su apellido, lo pronuncia con tanto dramatismo que vuelven un poco más divertida una pregunta que era completamente genuina. quería conocer todos sus tormentos y arrebatárselos, aunque debiese ponerlos sobre sus hombros. una carga más, una menos. ‘ no nos están escuchando si es lo que te preguntas, ya me habría hecho desaparecer ’ levantó su brazalete, como un símbolo de que ha estado hablando de más con él o quizás a él. no precisaría tampoco todo lo que ha soltado su lengua las últimas horas. ‘ porque nos van a quitar los cargos en dos semanas, ya nos dijeron ’ se encogió de hombros, de alguna forma confiaba en quien les hizo la promesa, ¿por qué les mentiría? no tenía sentido. quizás para mantenerlos calmados. al menos esperaba que sus compañeros no tuvieran que vestir más ese brazalete, ¿no le dijeron que estaba hundido? quizás era verdad. su mirada volvió al frente y tomó una nueva calada de nicotina, necesitaba callar esa voz que comenzaba a sonar cada vez más fuerte en el fondo de su cabeza. no fue hasta que escuchó su nombre que volvió a mirarlo. ‘ caleb, caleb ’ imitó entre un par de risas, hasta que continúo. ‘ no seas ridículo ’ estiró su brazo y le dio un pequeño empujón a su columpio, específicamente desde la soga. ‘ me dijiste hace nada que aún teníamos cosas que hacer aquí, no puedes volver a inglaterra y dejar todo tirado ’ chasqueó su lengua contra su paladar, con una molestia que no es real, sólo era una forma de decirle que no quería que se fuese sin sentirse nuevamente un egoísta. como cuando se dio cuenta que lo metió en esto, ¿estaría llevándolo a otra boca del lobo? ‘ además, si te vas, ¿qué haremos los demás? no seas egoísta ’ lo miró de reojo. ‘ yo no me quiero ir aún ’ no sin arreglar todo lo que destrozó antes. ‘ y me dijiste que siempre tendría una casa mientras estuvieses conmigo ’ le volvió a recordar, quien iba a pensar que en ese tiempo su única preocupación era el orden de sus libros. y su único tormento el no haber sido suficiente. ahora todo se multiplicó por mil. 

[rppr-podcast]

Trophy Dark: The Flocculent Cathedral - Part 1

Three desperate treasure hunters, played by Ross, Caleb, and Baz, delve into the wilderness to search for an abandoned cathedral!

The treasure-hunters stand at the edge of the Gloaming Mire, a mangrove-dense fen that is rumored to hold the Flocculent Cathedral, an abandoned temple filled with treasure. The trio delves into the wilderness on a desperate quest to find the treasure or die trying. If you like this session, check out the Trophy RPG system! It has support for both one shots and campaigns. This session was run by…