#castsle

[aylameridiandrawsstuff]

The greatcity of Hannith Nyr, also called Midnight, capital of the River Realms

[anime-to-the-t]

[geekeryisafoot]

My in person dnd campaign's been on pause for the last 6-ish months since we all grew too busy to commit to a weekly game and one person had to full on drop out. The rest of us were finally able to get back together and send off the plot with a finale (and we'll decide what our game plan as a player group going forward is in a month or two when the DM's schedule clears up)

The lead up to this session was that we 4 strangers wondered into a gritty noir city controlled by rival factions: a myriad of gangs, an evil mining corporation, a cult to the dark side of the moon hiding within the mainstream lunar cult, puppet governments, the whole shebang. We get dragged into this rivalry, and in our first session steal some god powered magic juice from the secret cult (our party sorcerer dies, but he gets better with the help of our gang boss). As a reward, our gang boss gives us an inn/restaurant, which is party sorcerer is very good at running. Fast forward, we begin making names for ourselves and (under the steering of our somewhat evil, dramatic, goth sorcerer) start becoming our own faction. As this is happening, an eldritch portal (created from the heart of a dragon that was going to be eaten at a grand feast) to a Lovecraftian plane that is fundamentally incompatible with ours opens in the heart of the city. We escape the initial portal explosion, but the portal has a corrupting effect and gradually begins consuming more and more of the city. This throws all the factions into disarray. Fast forward again, and we have a plan: acquire some spell amplifying pylons, find some powerful enough allies to maintain the pylons, and cast a giant magic circle that contains the seeping eldritch infection. However, our party sorcerer's Raise Dead is failing and his soul is leaking out. On his dead bed once again, he makes some shadowy plans to ensure what happens to his soul when it totally decouples from his body (the player had to quit the campaign). This is half of the part's brain cells now dead.

Finale time: We convince 3 different factions to help with the pylons: a gang of fiends, the city's wizard's college, and the evil mining corporation. Once the circle is going, they gradually shrink it so a party can destroy the heart that created the tear in the world. We then convince the leaders of the cult (plus their moon dragon), a smattering of paladins (including our baker (we saved him from the sewers and then gave him a job at our inn/restaurant)), a PC's uncle, and the body guard of the evil corp's CEO to help up destroy the heart/portal.

As our assembled party draws towards the tower where the heart portal is, we get attacked by puppets of the portal/other world's influence: an amalgamation beast wearing the face of an madness-touched NPC (who liked us and we were trying to help but was the one to set off the portal, and we had to kill him when he tried to infect us and bring us into the hivemind), the infected reanimated corpse of the head of the city guard, and an infected reanimated knight, and small crab-like shards of madness that they spawned.

The battle commences. Damage is done back and forth. Eventually one of the paladins dies, and she begins to reanimate as an infected corpse puppet. The main beast get driven to about 1/3 health and releases its ultimate: a mind blast that nearly downs the entire assembled party. The PC's uncle's head explodes, the cult leader's bff monk gets killed and his corpse begins infecting. The party bard succeeds in castsling a high level Dissonant Whispers on the beast, driving it to run and get a attacks of opportunity from nearly everyone still up. Finally, our baker paladin deals the final blow.

With the enemies killed, the cult leader purges the corruption from her friend's body but despairs that she's out of spell slots to revive him. My artificer offers her the god powered magic steroids that we stole from her in the very first session, and she uses this to bring her friend back.

Those still alive patch ourselves up, take a breathe, and ascend the tower. At the top, our magic circle is now contained just around the pulsing heart. Everyone capable of radiant magic steels themselves and attacks. The heart explodes into a portal to an eldritch world, which sings to all assembled and demands a Wisdom saving throw. My artificer buffs the bard instead of herself (thinking this was a tactical decision as I had good Wis and the bard did not), but fails the check as the other 2 remaining party members succeed. She then rolls fantastical high on initiative and dives through the portal before anyone can grab her to stop her. As she falls into the other world, she hears a voice say "Finally, a new prophetess to bring me into a new world."

This leaves the remaining party with no brain cells and a a collective Int/Wis of about -2

The end

[writingtorememberance]

I miss her so much I miss her like I would miss skin from my body

Through emotional frosts she warmed and surrounded through fire and rain she went first to fight for me.

She was my number one girl my number one star the one who loved me so much she said A room could not hold my love for you, a building not either my love stretches farther than the planets.

But when Jupiter aligned with Saturn you felt the planets had led you astray and that maybe you could see anymore of your love than what lay in your hand.

We said I love you more than there are grains of sand, but perhaps or love like sand castsles that dry on a sunny day slowly drift away and lose their shape until they are nothing but puddles of the sand on earth

[letbarbieshavedragons]

Lmao the only thing they’d chastise her for was waiting so long to do it. Like girl, you had three dragon and half of Westeros on your side. Visenya would be telling you the same shit as Olenna, you are a dragon, take that fucking city my girl. Aegon would be giving her war tips. How to better conquer other castsles and they’d all be telling her to get herself a better council.

The hottest take is that Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys would reject Daenerys for... doing exactly what they did??? Lmao no, the only chastising she'd get is Visenya telling her to get a Kingsguard the next time, just before Dany's brought back to life by the Red Priests.

[fleurdemagi]

@regalius

&& Truly, this city is magnificent. Majestic and beautiful-- certainly, it is no Camelot, no city holds more beautiful his heart than the walls of his home. He becomes all the more familiar with it each day that passes, with their gilded walls and lovely streets.

He's wandered around that which can only be described as a castsle, and has officially settled himself into lounging for the evening. He's tending some grimoire, a potted flower rests a few feet away from him, where he's attempting to do...something to it.

Given the way he's lazily studying the petals with displeasure, it should be assumed that whatever he's trying to do isn't happening.

[funnywildlife]

Kilchurn Castle, Loch Awe, Scotland!!