#drenn

[mushroommanchanterelle]

I'm doing a new art challenge. It's 10 minutes, one layer, no undoing, no erasing. Naturally I decided to draw the crew from Till Dusk Do We Part Top to bottom we have: Former King Drenn Coronoctis, Former Queen Vesuvia Coronoctis, Drake Coronoctis, Princess Littna Coronoctis, Prince Wilfre Coronoctis, and Acting Queen Kage Coronoctis. Very fitting that the only people smiling are the hellions. They're all so tired.

[justice4billiam]

girl-I miss you. The kids miss you. Please come home. Life just isnt the same without my 5’4” asshole redhead. Who else is going to tell the waiter i ordered mashed potatoes? 🥺 let me tell you, its not going to be me 😒😔

I’ll be home soon, baby. 🤠 I’m sorry I’ve been MIA 😭 I can’t believe you made a tumblr finally 🤭 welcome to your worst/best nightmare 😈

Ill be there with a plate of tators 🫡

[daanikduul]

Drenn the Merchant

[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

Disciple Z'rell: Here, in the seat of the Absolute's power, your authority over them is complete. They will obey any command. Report to me upstairs when you're done. Fezzerk: Please - you gotta help me. For old times' sake? Elijah: BEG! CHOKE! DIE! Fezzerk: Please - help me. Lae'zel: I do enjoy a bit of casual bloodshed. Now come - I'd like to know more about this Z'rell.

[ Full transcript ⇩ ]

Nightwarden Minthara: I will not be slandered! General, you saw my reports - you know it's not my fault. Disciple Z'rell: The facts suggest otherwise. You were ordered to retrieve the artefact - you failed to do so. Nightwarden Minthara: If I had been given drow warriors instead of goblin trash - Drenn: Oi, what?! Fezzerk: You scrag! Disciple Z'rell: Enough! Narrator: A blast of mental energy washes over you, filling the room. Your tadpole squirms, urging you to obey. Disciple Z'rell: Let me make sure I understand this - you're claiming that General Thorm gave you the wrong soldiers? Nightwarden Minthara: Yes - no! Disciple Z'rell: You blame the Absolute's Chosen for your failure? Nightwarden Minthara: Of course it is not the General's fault - Disciple Z'rell: Whose then? Elijah: Stay silent, simply watching. Nightwarden Minthara: The goblins! They failed me. They failed us all. Drenn: You lyin' little - Disciple Z'rell: And what would you do to those that have failed you? Nightwarden Minthara: They are put to death, obviously. Ketheric Thorm: True, ultimate failure must earn ultimate punishment. Nighhwarden Minthara, your crime is incompetence and your sentence is death. Nightwarden Minthara: NO! Ketheric Thorm: Make her passing slow, Disciple Z'rell. Be creative. Elijah: I could make it much more creative. As a torturer I am unmatched. Narrator: As the General's attention shifts to you, a memory stirs - a memory of this room, and his voice raised in anger. Ketheric Thorm: I'm surprised to see you again, True Soul. You are here to assist and not to meddle I trust. I would remind you that while in my halls, you obey me - just as you would any other Chosen. What say you about our Minthara? It is fitting that one mad dog should judge another. Elijah: You know me? You know of my madness? Ketheric Thorm: Better than you know yourself, it seems. But we are here to speak of Minthara, not you. Elijah: She's not lying - she served the Absolute faithfully. Ketheric Thorm: A pity, then, that her faith was so inadequate. Take her below. Nightwarden Minthara: No. Please., mercy! Please! Drenn: Ha! Bye-bye, princess. Ketheric Thorm: Kill the goblins too. Fezzerk: What? No! Drenn: You creaking old bag of shit! Disciple Z'rell: I'm sorry, my lord. She's an unbeliever - outside my control. Ketheric Thorm: Try again. Huh. Drenn: No - NO! Ketheric Thorm: Dispose of the rest as you see fit. Or better yet - let us take advantage of our surprising guest, and their particular creative genius. I'm sure the results will send a clear message to the troops on the importance of discipline. Disciple Z'rell: Of course, my lord. Thank you. You heard the General. The goblins are yours - deal with them however you wish. Elijah: Contain your excitement. Disciple Z'rell: Here, in the seat of the Absolute's power, your authority over them is complete. They will obey any command. Report to me upstairs when you're done. Fezzerk: Please - you gotta help me. For old times' sake? Elijah: BEG! CHOKE! DIE! Fezzerk: Please - help me. Lae'zel: I do enjoy a bit of casual bloodshed. Now come - I'd like to know more about this Z'rell. Narrator: In another lifetime, you were greeted in this throne room like a God, not the living wreck you are now. Your disgrace has something to do with this Ketheric. You yearn to flay him until he forgets himself, as you have. Elijah: Indulge in your thoughts of lacerating him. Narrator: He healed up a treat - he could enjoy your cuts forever and a day.

[searchie]

boss gayness has been charted. What about boss transness.

Unfortunately there's not a lot of trans characters (let alone bosses). There's something kind of trans about how mutants choose their gender identity, and Nester is canon trans, with Drenn and Rejimae being canon non-binary as well, but otherwise I'm really drawing blanks, though I'm probably missing some (esp on the nonbinary side).

[pekasairroc]

Who put that treasure chest in the depths of that dilapidated temple and set all those annoying traps to keep treasure hunters like me out of there? THIS ASSHOLE.

Drenn, the Asshole with a Magic Mouse (Glis)

[fernrisulfr]

Nations of the World

This is in a highly incomplete state, but I’m going to post it just for fun. Below is a list of other nations in my dnd homebrew world, other than the continent of Anoria. These originally started just to give the rest of the world some life and background lore, before going WILDLY out of control. 

Drakkon Tyranny -

Government Type:  Theocratic Dictatorship

Leader: Tyraxxus (Ancient Blue Dragon)

Capital City: Chromatia

Hemisphere: North

Notes:

▪Theocracy devoted to Tiamat

▪ Leadership is an Ancient Blue Dragon claiming to be one of her 5 mates.

▪ Tried to Conquer the World in the name of Tiamat. Failed.

▪ Highly structured class society with Blue Dragonborn at the top. Metallic Dragonborn used as slaves. Mammals used as Slaves. Reptilian species can be lower-class citizens.

▪ Desert Nation surrounded by Mountains on all sides.

Var'Desh -

Government Type: Monarchy

Leader: Var'Drenn

Capital City: Var'Duul

Hemisphere: South

Notes:

▪ Primary Export is Salt

▪ Land is a Salt Waste with high winds

▪ School for Alchemy (Water purification)

▪ Mostly Human & Elf. Tan or dark skin. Wear ponchos.

▪ Surname before Given Name with a ' in between (Eg. Var'Drenn. Var is the Surname. Drenn is the Given Name.)

5 Nations -

Government Type: Elective Monarchy

Leader: High King/High Queen

Capital City:

Hemisphere: North

Notes:

▪ Leadership decided by a five person battle to the death by the heirs of the royal families of the nation's five provinces, upon the death of the previous monarch.

▪ Five Provinces consist of:

▪ Sylvan Isles - All Elves. Worship Sea Monsters. Celtic Inspired. Attempting to regain lost culture. Capital named Filogia.

▪ Losyke - Tundra and mountains. Very cold. Every Adult is ceremonially bonded to an Animal Companion. Capital named Mohr.

Holy Empire -

Government Type: Theocracy

Leader:

Capital City:

Hemisphere: North

Notes:

Veldtimere -

Government Type: Martial Dictatorship

Leader: Warchief

Capital City: Bastillionne

Hemisphere: North

Notes:

▪ Militaristic Nation of Hobgoblins

▪ Contains Hobgoblins, Goblins, and Bugbears as primary citizens

▪ Slavery

▪ Gladiatorial Arena

Abore/Hellbore -

Government Type: Oligarchy/Constitutional Dictatorship

Leader: High Council/High Inquisitor

Capital City: Dunehwal/Doomwall

Hemisphere: South

Notes:

▪ Originally a Penal Colony of the Holy Empire

▪ Infested with Devils after a particular deal was struck

A mixture of thick forests and hell scorched wasteland

[444namesplus]

#29

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Tandro is convinced to be interviewed on his own, and Rissa heads back down to the common room of the inn. The old Svirnyr hops onto the bed to sit uncomfortably as our investigators begin questioning him.

Very quickly, the interview goes sour as Tandro becomes aware of Tess invading his mind with wicka. From here on, the old person's true nature is revealed - snippish, rude, and short (pun intended). He refuses to give credence to Ciki's claim of a "secret garden" and gets up to leave the room, when Tess leaps forward to grab him. The Drenn is less than gentle at this point, a few racial slurs on, but Tandro is old, frail, and unable to fight back. Ronakai steps in with his time magic, winding back the seconds - but everyone retains the deja vu of the rewound moments so that when the diplomat asks how Tandro thinks this is going to play out, the old Svirnyr thinks more mind magic has been done on him. A threat of violence, is it? Well, it's an effective one, for the time being, but a few more minutes with Tandro proves futile. He is sent to bring Rissa up, and takes slightly too long at it - he must be badmouthing the investigators to the others.

Tandro prowls the hallway outside as Rissa timidly answers a few questions. With innocent clumsiness, she reveals that Tandro's secret garden enclosure is a prison cell, and a person is being held in there. There is a chess set in the cell, but Rissa (Arricuore agrees) finds the game boring. This person does not receive enough water to clean with, and Rissa calls them stinky. She is worried, after realizing that she has spilled the secret, that Tandro will find out and be angry with her. This leads to Rissa asking about the burning toy that our investigators mentioned that morning - was it her precious wooden top? When the answer is affirmative, Rissa is devastated, and says she must have killed Ilyria!

She explains: The Demon King gave her the top at Clymestra and Eldredd's wedding, as a gift to mark Ilyria's birthday. He told her to keep it safe and to play with it often, in honour of his beloved daughter - so Rissa is worried that Ilyria was punished for letting the top be destroyed. Our adventurers assure her that Tandro was at fault for that, and that she did not kill the princess.

Finally, they ask about the bloody sheets, but this time Rissa is able to keep the secret. When asked if it is connected to Clymestra, Rissa says it is her secret to keep or tell.

Unable to sit around for a moment longer in the face of parental abuse, Ronakai and Bibi leave Arricuoure and Tess with Rissa and burst into the hallway to torture Tandro. Bibi loads Rex with a glue bomb that sticks the old person to the hallway's end wall, and Ronakai draws his sword to tickle some answers from the horrible father.

Arricuoure holds the distressed Rissa and assures her that Tandro is just having one of his temper tantrums as the screams and yells filter into the room.

Tandro says that that the man in his garden prison was a slaver, a survivor of the crash forty years ago. Further, he says he burned the top specifically because he knew it was precious to Rissa - that way, he knew it would be an effective punishment! A child needs discipline, he says. Ronakai responds by slicing up Tandro's ankle and leg. "For discipline," he parrots.

Tandro's screams draw Wapabevmy up from the common room, but the Drenn is cowed by Ronakai and Bibi's deathly serious demeanor. "It's just a glue bomb," explains Bibi. "You know about those, don't you? Harmless." The innkeep returns downstairs picking at flakes of glue and muttering, "I'm just molting."

Bibi dissembles a sleeping gas bomb to give Tandro a concentrated dose of pure ether, which knocks him right out.

Rissa is sent to bring Clymestra up, and Tess walks her down to the first floor landing to ensure she does not see her tortured father.

Clymestra's interview is brief. She is glad Rissa kept the secret, and relates that yes, they consummated an affair last night - and Rissa was on her period, explaining the bloody sheets. Seeing as how Rownin is her mother-in-law, she is asked about the Myradin's secret ravines, and relates that Rownin is a hoarder and in charge of shipwreck distribution. She is always first on the scene to a wreck with her horse Tom, to cart back to her homestead anything worth saving. Whatever she doesn't distribute to the community she keeps in her ravines. Clymestra thinks it is dirty.

That's all our investigators care to learn from her. She fetches Eldredd.

Eldredd's interview is heavy. He's an anxious person, and breaks in the middle of a line of questioning about his nightly and morning routines to confess that he saw Ilyria alive in the middle of the night.

After Rownin arrived and went to her room, Eldredd got up, leaving a sleeping Clymestra, to go see Ilyria. The princess always insisted that Acreans could come to her any time with any thing, and Eldredd was feeling particularly needful of an ear that night. He had long suspected that Clymestra is a lesbian, and felt that he was a burden upon her. Due to a feeling of obligation and the smallness of the community (literally and figuratively), she stayed with him. He wished to free her from the burden of himself, and went to Ilyria to ask if he should kill himself. For he loves Clymestra profoundly, and cannot conceive of a life without her. He brought a tin of poison disguised as face makeup, and asked Ilyria what he should do. She told him that life was precious, and that he should leave the poison with her so that he would not be tempted.

Eldredd returned to bed, but could not fall asleep. Later, Clymestra departed quietly (for her illicit tryst, our investigators know), thinking him asleep, and returned some time later with blood covering her hands. Eldredd would never suspect his beloved wife of being involved in a murder, but when he's told that Clymestra told them the reason for that (Arricuore suggests she might have butchered a rabbit) and that the princess' corpse was bloodless, he is relieved.

Our adventurers play relationship counsellors for a moment, encouraging Eldredd to talk to Clymestra about separating - and suggest that it might be easier to do this if they come along with them when they fly away from Acre to the "surface world."

Wapabevmy is next in the interview room, necessarily, being the last. He is immediately boastful and defensive of his special relationship with Ilyria, and our investigators enjoy nettling him about it. The "chance" he had been thinking about when Tess read their mind was the opportunity to ask Ilyria to move in with them, here at the inn. Surely, Wapabevmy says, it would be more comfortable than staying in whatever dank lair the Demon King has her imprisoned in.

When asked about the stew, they relate that it was but a week old when the Demon King attended the wedding and blessed it. It has been going strong for twenty years since, until Wapabevmy heard that Ilyria was not only coming to the Gravestone to visit but to stay the night. In a tizzy for the full week leading up to this event, Wapabevmy neglected the perpetual stew and it congealed and went funny. He threw it out back so that he could prepare something fresh and good for his precious guest.

Wapabevmy is dismissed and our adventurers toss around some theories. Ultimately, they conclude, everything stems from the wedding twenty years ago. There must be something magical to do with the gifts and blessings given at that time.

They relay this theory to those that remain in the inn, and then tell the Acreans that they are going to investigate the Demon King's lair to identify any missing links or puzzle pieces.

They time their journey to align with the second hour of sunlight, for it to shine as they arrive at the end of the shard - but that's all they find when they approach the northernmost tip of the island: an end. Well, that and a collection of handily dispatched abominations. The jagged edge hangs out over space, no lair in sight.

Luckily, some sharp eyes locate a stairway descending down a crack in the bare stone. This leads around a bend suspended over the void, which then turns into the shard itself, into a sloped tunnel which ends in an unlocked door.

Through this, there is a coat room, and through the succeeding door they find themselves in a large multipurpose chamber. In one corner, under some luminescent moss, works a bent person at a steel table. Body parts are piled on the floor and table by them.

They approach, and discover an old Kazejin, muttering nonsense in his own language. He is sewing a turtle shell to the skull of a Dvargen.

Tess reads his mind and discovers a single, repeated impetus: CREATE LIFE. Tess watches him while Ronakai disappears down a passage, Arricuore investigates a shelving unit, and Bibi discovers a loft area.

Ronakai discovers extensive catacombs that reach all the way to the earth beneath the graveyard. As soon as plaques and markers read out "Acre," there are cubbies and urns for the bodies of animals as well, beloved pet companions of the original community members.

Bibi finds a leatherbound book labeled "Ilyria."

Arricuoure observes: ...on the top shelf: A selection of wooden toys and a pile of ash. ...on the second shelf: A collection of statuettes, knicknacks, and jewelry. Among it, a pair of broken rings. ...on the third shelf: A dozen books on one side, and collector's dishes (silver, ceramic, painted) on the other - including a bowl of mold. ...on the bottom shelf: Rusty tools, nails, chunks of wood and stone, and some bits of twisted metal. Upon further inspection, one twist more of rust than iron might once have been a horseshoe.

Poking around in the kitchen, a trapdoor is discovered leading to a comfortable bedroom full of personality - some books of high romance, pieces of art, colourful bedclothes.

The first few dozen pages of the journal have been torn out (one page tucked back into the end), but the remaining contents are eye-opening.

Many of the group insist, based on the evidence, Ilyria was simply never alive. Ronakai harbours thoughts to the contrary - her life was simply different than others'. But the facts are clear: her selfhood, crafted by a complex joining of Biomancy and Dynamism, was tied through ritual to Rownin's horse, Rissa's wooden top, Wapabevmy's perpetual stew, and to the marriage itself of Clymestra and Eldredd. Through terrible fortune, in chronological order of the past few days, Wapabevmy let their stew go bad, Rownin shot her horse, Tandro burned Rissa's top, and Clymestra secretly engaged in an extramarital affair with Rissa. Ilyria had arrived at the inn feeling ill because by that point, the stew was gone, and perhaps the horse. She was still able to converse with Ciki and Eldredd because their conversations happened before Clymestra and Rissa met up.

Ilyria's body, during the last twenty years, was "refreshed" with parts harvested from the catacombs - always including a piece or two of the original infant Ilyria and her mother, who died in childbirth the year before the slave ship crashed upon the shard.

Though four Acreans caused Ilyria's end, our investigators feel no need to condemn anyone for her murder - though they are peeved to discover that Rownin had left the inn to pilfer the magical heart of their flying vessel. They discover her installing it into a craft cobbled together from shipwrecks in her ravines, and sternly take it back.

Then they make their way to Tandro's homestead and liberate Zero, an Otuwan around 50 years of age. Tandro had, evidently, imprisoned the cabin boy of the slave ship - a ten year old child. As soon as Zero, Eldredd, Clymestra, Rissa, and Ciki are loaded aboard their small craft, Bibi and Ronakai return to Tandro's homestead to kill him. His end is sudden and cold.

Rownin refuses a handout and Wapabevmy is loath to leave the home he has built (if only he knew that our adventurers destroyed his sinister shrine to Ilyria - the closet where Tess and Ronakai slept the first night - then perhaps he would be less tied to the place), so they are left behind, though the innkeep begs the travelers to send folks his way.

So our adventurers study the skies until the great Orogonor is gone, and then depart. They arrive in the great city of Brithy for their engagement and fulfill their obligations - at least, until Ronakai's stage-self murders an antagonist for justice, which is not what happened at all! and he walks out. Bibi is equally uninterested, but Tess sits enraptured for the whole performance. They're not particularly verbose in the Q&A afterwards, however, and it has to be assumed that the organizers regretted the expense.

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Names generated from Brythonic deities, The Elder Scrolls' Breton and Redguard names, and Old English forenames, excluding the letter "C"

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[mushroommanchanterelle]

Drenn Coronoctis, Former King of Penumbra

I finally sketched Drenn for the first time, so you know what that means. Buckle up. It's lore time. Ok so Till Dusk Do We Part is a family drama centered on the reigning family of Penumbra, which is like...a purgatory like plane of existence. This is the father of that family. He's a Denizen, the race of people that are tasked with upholding and protecting Penumbra, and not only that, but he's the king of Penumbra. Originally, he was a sturdy, stoic man who melted away to become a loving father and husband to his son, Wilfre, and his wife, Vesuvia. He grew up a noble baron to a land rich in precious metals (gold, silver, etc). Drenn was blessed with the ability to see the future, as well as similar timelines (although he frequently gets the two mixed up), and was raised to be an Oracle for the royal family. Drenn at this point already had raised a bastard son (who he loves dearly), and when he married into the royal family, he brought his son along and incorporated him into "royal affairs." Unfortunately shortly after he took the throne for himself, he began seeing visions of his own demise at the hands of his daughter. He saw his kingdom in ruins, his wife dead, and his castle completely destroyed. In his efforts to prevent this future, he became more and more tyrannical and cruel, resulting in the disfigurement of his wife and the estrangement of his son, who had joined the Penumbran equivalent of a militia. His daughter, Littna Coronoctis, was born amidst this madness. Once a loving and caring man, Drenn had become paranoid and brutish. His mistreatment and rampant abuse led to the creation of Kage Coronoctis, who eventually kills Drenn during a confrontation and takes the throne for herself.

[spiderwarden]

"I will not be slandered !" Her own voice booms across the Great Hall, the fury reflected in how she advanced a single step to confront Z'rell's insults. The half orc was always resentful of Minthara's standing within the ranks of the Absolute - there was always an expression that she wore when forced to address the Chosen while Minthara stood within the ranks. When she stood at Orin's back, or when Bhaal's chosen slung her arms around her neck with her lips to her ear. The sneer was never missed on the Baenre - and now it is all but confirmed with the eagerness in her words to devalue, demean, and condemn Minthara before General Ketheric Thorm.

It was one shame to be bested in battle without their army so much as marching past the door, returning with no holy relic, and no army - but to be affronted by one such as Z'rell. Who's only worth was only in barking at those who had little room to bite back and barking loud - just as she did now. But she could not afford to mind her - not now as the voice that commanded her. Guided her. Now pulsed within her mind in terror as she looked up on the Chosen.

"General." Voice comes softer, pleading, as hands lift to reflect the gesture - the beckon of reason. "You saw my reports! You know it's not my fault!" A hand gestures to herself - if only to mask the trembling in clenching fists.

"The facts suggest otherwise!" Z'rell shot back, and had Minthara any capability to look past the unnerving expression Ketheric looked up on her. She might have drawn a dagger to strike the remaining good eye out of her skull. "You were ordered to retrieve the artefact." The Orc scowled, "You failed to do so."

"If I had been given DROW warriors!" Minthara pushes past and swiftly throws her defense forward. The very concern she has had since the very beginning, since she was brought to command RATS next to two lesser beings. Minthara - a Baenre, a commander of - vermin, pure vermin. Minthara feels that anger resurface as she addresses the stragglers behind her. "Instead of Goblin Trash!"

"Oi- what." One goblin yelled, Drenn.

"You Scragg-!" Another shouted an insult at her- Darra.

Minthara had enough time to sneer at them, the scowl on her tongue. But whatever it was she had to say was crushed the second Z'rell's own voice boomed into the hall. "Enough!" And there is a burst of energy that burst from Ketheric - or so it seemed. And it nearly knocked her back. Knees lock as the pain shoots through the front of her skull. It's all she could do but grip into her head, the tadpole squirmed and pounding itself against her. It is such a pain that her ears ring, her vision blurs, and there is only one thought between the crushing force in her mind. Obey. OBEY. Do not resist.

"Let me be sure I understand this.." Z'rell's voice shattered through the blast of energy. The words breaks through the broken vision and ringing in her ears, the pulsing pain pounding at the forefront of her skull like a blacksmith's hammer upon hot iron. Her features flinch and are briefly caught in a sneer as she tries to focus on the orc's words. "You're claiming that General Thorm gave you the wrong soldiers?"

"Yes-" Reserve is as short lived as the time it took the answer to leave her lips. Immediately her expression softens when she realizes just what she had agreed to. Just what lay in store with the hardened gaze of Ketheric on her, and Minthara's hands raise with the immediate backtrack of her words. "No!"

"You blame the Absolute's Chosen for your failure." Z'rell's words were pressing, condemning.

"Of course it is not the General's fault." Minthara's eyes turn to him in question, pleading as the Absolute's voice turned to silence. Abandonment, emptiness, dismay yet again of another God who is turning her back on her.

"Who's then?!" Z'rell shouted, and the boom of her voice almost made Minthara sneer - again, were it not for the hardened gaze of Myrkul's Chosen...

"The Goblins." She is quick to respond - she already knew the fault in the logic before her, it was only a matter to explain it.. If she had been given better warriors, if they had shown any more capabilities, if they had been a fraction smarter. She would never be in this position, she would never be begging before Z'rell of all people. Minthara points at them, wishing, no praying for their damnation - then turns her eye back to the Orc. "They failed me. They failed us all." The Drow continues, even as they Goblins sneered and cursed her name.

"And what would you do to those that have failed you?" Z'rell speaks.

"They are put to death, obviously." Minthara responds, in an attempt to convey confidence in place of unease.

"True." The General speaks for the first time and Minthara feels her heart leap into her throat - hope replacing the fear that twisted at her insides. Had she passed the trial? Her mind reached - going through all of the locations that she overlooked, every stone she might have passed not overturned in her search for the Artifact. She would find it, she would swear it. "Ultimate failure must earn ultimate punishment." Ketheric continues, "Nightwarden Minthara, your crime is incompetence and your sentence is death. Make her passing slow, Disciple Z'rell. Be creative." He threw his hand outward. "Take her below."

"NO!!" Minthara roars, gasping, looking left and right, backing up as the guards closed in on her. Jerking back as they grasp her arm. She heaves, eyes wild with the memories flooding into her mind. The reeking smell of rotting blood, rotting flesh, that filled her nose as she banged her fists bloody against the pod. Watching the gore as Drow were torn apart, flesh from bone. "No!" She screamed again, the hands like iron as they dragged her forward, away, with each gasp she sees it. The colony. Can hear the screams, can see the white gored out eyes as the thralls screeched and mewled in such grotesque manners.

"Please!" She kicks her feet as they drag her, shoves back with all of her strength as she screams at Ketheric Thorm, cries as she did the last time they dragged her away in such a similar manner to the pod that awaited her. Only this time, she knew - she knew that it would be her own red eyes hollowed out, her own voice shredded down to grotesque moans and sounds of horror. "Mercy! Please!" She tried to turn her head back - to scream at the General - and in some fashion. She felt rage boil within her chest, a hint of anger - crushed before the Absolute.

Minthara fought with all of her might down - the heels of metal shoes pushing back against any edge she could find. The skidding off the edge of doors, stone slabs loosened in the floor, the stairwell themselves as they dragged her down into the dungeon cells. "No! NO!" She sneers and kicks again - but her heels lose their footing as the trail of blood beneath their feet grows thicker and thicker. Her gasping, growling, and raging, roars growing in volume when she recognized immediately who they were taking her to, recognized how they would prepare her descent.

The Baenre had enough time to recognize each Questioner - each mage used to torment, torture, and interrogate the prisoners - the thralls.Questioner Sumera, and then Questioner Jasin - Half Drow, half Gnome. Just enough time to see their faces - and then there is a BLAST that cracked the defenses in her mind. It struck her with such a force Minthara's knees buckle and the strength gives out in her legs. The guards drag her, the guards drop her. She lands on her knees as another blast burrows into her skull, spin curling inward as she collapses completely barely catching herself on the palms of her hands.

Minthara's vision is overtaken by a storm - as the pain pounds between her ears and it is all she can do to grip into her scalp. To claw at her own skull - to fight against the blast twisting and wrenching within her head. Vision blurred as the pain shot through her nerves and lock up her joints - shivering with the agony that echoed through the nerve endings like flames dancing across her skin.

"You were adored Minthara." A voice breaks through the storm, "Brought up from the darkness, into the Absolute's light." Minthara sneers through the throbbing pulse hammering from within her head. The Drow drags her mental shields up - every armor she has focused on creating over the years in Menzobarranzan drawn up to defense in her very mind. Cannot. Hide. That defense is shattered, overcome by a powerful force, then every attempt after shattered like glass against a sword. Submit. Another blast into her. Embrace. Obey. Minthara gasps, and cries out as another voice - a real voice breaks through again.

"She cherished you. But it wasn't enough." A raspy voice, enough for her to reach out with her mind for help, a prayer for something - to come to put a stop to this torture. "You were distracted by your own desires, bloodlust, murder. Chaos. And most damning of all. An inability to follow orders."

"I obeyed to the best -" She growls, gasps, "-of my ability!!" Minthara finishes - pushing up onto her knees - sneering as she writhes under the hammers pounding at her ears. Again, another BLAST of torment that knocks her back onto her knees. Hands gripping into her head. Minthara cries out when another piece of herself cracks, another burrow of the tadpole writhing and biting to relieve it's own discomfort. She screams - in her mind, in her soul, in her body, she is not sure. There is only pain.

"And isn't that depressing?..." That voice sneered. She wants to cry out with the voices, unable to breathe in her shattering defiance - her fracturing memories broken and shattered with every continued hammer of their force. Where her very skull was the anvil.. "You. Are. Nothing." Nothing. The word shatters her last mental defense and then suddenly pieces were getting cut away. Submit. Minthara writhes, the pounding inside of her skull melts away her resolve shattering every piece of her, her memories, her ability to function, the agony inspires the extending out out of her person until ... there is a sudden reprieve?

Suddenly, the storm parts and Minthara rasps - blinking away the blurriness of her eyes. She sits up. Pain etched in her features when she senses the arrival of someone. But who? Their very presence not only washed away the storm, but the voice - the one shattering away at her mind, that had commanded her was obedience - was silent. She pushes herself from her knees with the realization- one wobbling foot at a time. Minthara finds lifts her head t looking upon the source of this silence... the Red Tiefling. The one she battled within the ruined Temple of Selune - the flame barbarian. Fitting, merciful. Perhaps she was not abandoned by the Gods after all - perhaps she will be given a swift death over the horror of the Colony.

"So it is you.." Minthara starts, vision clearing just enough through the pain to look upon her face. "-who will end me?" She shakes her head and expression falls with the tilt of her chin. Features flinching, shaking, unable to deny the defeat that was shattering her resolve. "Make it swift then.." Her voice rasped, flinching before she lifts her head again. The worm also writhed inside her- biting, clawing, and tormenting. Just as that voice broken apart her mind. "Anything to silence that thing." She gasps, the pain breaking through her final resolve. "THAT VOICE~!"

[ SOME TIME LATER ].

Since Moonrise, Karlach and company have been through hell and back. The underdark, the secret trials of Rosymorn Monastery, the Creche -- all of it had been nothing but an uphill struggle from the get go. A part of her cherishes the fighting and the difficulty as, while a means to an end, it meant she could spend a little more time ignoring the ever-looming uncertainty that comes with her current condition. Her engine roars like a lion in her ribcage and is gradually growing too difficult to ignore. It's hard to catch her breath, sometimes. Dammon has been a Godsend, yet, even his good news came with a bitter swig of reality. She has the gift of touch, now, and she is not taking it for granted.

Karlach does not expect to be met with Minthara, of all people. Most would've cut their losses and ran, but not her. She stands before Ketheric in old armour, and Karlach side eyes Astarion, who cuts a fine figure in what she stole from her. She watches as she she vehemently argues her case, throws the goblins to the wolves in a way that almost makes her feel bad for them. Almost. She carries a scar or two from that horrible nest, but even they didn't deserve that.

Her curiosity gets the better of her. Moonrise guards are surprisingly easily to intimidate, shrink away a little when she does. When Karlach follows the trail of blood into where they have dragged the Drow off to, her heartlike a stone. The Absolute's zealots are not known for the their kindness. Karlach can see it now in how they have her chained, far from the proud commander she witnessed in the Goblin camp.

You are nothing. One of them hisses. It sits wrong with her that they taunt because --- Minthara's mind blends with her own, and it feels like icy daggers poking at prodding at her brain. Minthara's mind is not what it once must've been; there is no clear message, only fragmented snippets that feel slurred like a drunkard's, indecipherable until --

Come to observe, True Soul? Amber eyes flit to the inquisitor's, and Karlach has to swallow down the bile that rises to the back of her throat.

"What are you doing to it?" Karlach tries to keep her voice steady. Even. It's calm, though the flaring anger churns and burns like acid in the pit of her stomach.

"We are erasing her," one says gleefully.

Karlach is quicker than she is.

"Yes, your authority is great. We can learn, watching you break what little remains of her mind."

No one deserves that. That complete erasure of identity. Karlach understands it more than she cares to admit, having had her heart stolen and being weaponised for Zariel's own gain. Only difference was that she had been allowed to retain her wits, because it was the only thing that kept her safe out there. Safe as can be.

Golden eyes meet red, and Karlach reaches for Minthara's own mind.

Cannot hide. Submit. Embrace.

Karlach's blood floods with ice when she realises what is truly happening here. How they are breaking her. It takes everything within her to push through the voices -- to navigate the storm to find her in the eye of it, a muddled mess of emotions that almost feels overwhelming.

There she kneels, eye to eye with her.

[magic-is-something-we-create]

Happy WBW!

Hope you're having a great day! What are the Islands of Gordahan? Are they on saltwater or freshwater? Are they inhabited?

hi!!! happy WBW, thank you for stopping by!!!

The Isles of Gordahan are a series of archipelagos to the south of Sieril!! I actually need to rearrange my Ehlverse map a bit to get the layout right, what with the north pole currently being off center and not quite on the edge, but imagine that in this screenshot its a bit further down and a little more to the right (and that it says "kard" not "chard". and that theyre both smaller. i really need to update the layout):

But yeah!! They're right down in the middle of the ocean, and have a fairly active local volcanic system!

They are inhabited, though!! Their locals are about 95% Drenn, which are the dragon people next up on my Peoples of the Ehlverse list!! They're pretty laid back folks, much more peaceful than their size and body ornamentation might suggest :)

The other 5% tend to be descendents of Ehlven, Mulari, or Mikrona immigrants! There's some rather weird ways that cross-species fertility works there, so there's absolutely people who are a mix of two, three, or all of the above.

Also, fun fact: the reason Eternal Veratrum is so tall isn't because she's immortal! It's because her great-great-grandpa was Drenn, and the height genes hadn't quite worked their way out of the lineage quite yet :) the K'Rons are still pretty notorious for being tall to this day!!

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Aberrant

"Upon his right hand, which he kept bandaged always, was an infernal mark. A burn which looked fresh as the day it was made despite having existed a great many. Making it seem time could not heal it. A symbol that looked to have been branded there intentionally. But, it had plagued him always, from the day of his birth on. As utterly apart of him as his ghostly green eyes."

Edit: Main persona (Drenn) of the changeling character Tazz-with-ghostly-green-eyes aka Tazz.

[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

Narrator: In another lifetime, you were greeted in this throne room like a God, not the living wreck you are now. Your disgrace has something to do with this Ketheric. You yearn to flay him until he forgets himself, as you have. Elijah: Indulge in your thoughts of lacerating him. Narrator: He healed up a treat - he could enjoy your cuts forever and a day.

[ Full transcript ⇩ ]

Nightwarden Minthara: I will not be slandered! General, you saw my reports - you know it's not my fault. Disciple Z'rell: The facts suggest otherwise. You were ordered to retrieve the artefact - you failed to do so. Nightwarden Minthara: If I had been given drow warriors instead of goblin trash - Drenn: Oi, what?! Fezzerk: You scrag! Disciple Z'rell: Enough! Narrator: A blast of mental energy washes over you, filling the room. Your tadpole squirms, urging you to obey. Disciple Z'rell: Let me make sure I understand this - you're claiming that General Thorm gave you the wrong soldiers? Nightwarden Minthara: Yes - no! Disciple Z'rell: You blame the Absolute's Chosen for your failure? Nightwarden Minthara: Of course it is not the General's fault - Disciple Z'rell: Whose then? Elijah: Stay silent, simply watching. Nightwarden Minthara: The goblins! They failed me. They failed us all. Drenn: You lyin' little - Disciple Z'rell: And what would you do to those that have failed you? Nightwarden Minthara: They are put to death, obviously. Ketheric Thorm: True, ultimate failure must earn ultimate punishment. Nighhwarden Minthara, your crime is incompetence and your sentence is death. Nightwarden Minthara: NO! Ketheric Thorm: Make her passing slow, Disciple Z'rell. Be creative. Elijah: I could make it much more creative. As a torturer I am unmatched. Narrator: As the General's attention shifts to you, a memory stirs - a memory of this room, and his voice raised in anger. Ketheric Thorm: I'm surprised to see you again, True Soul. You are here to assist and not to meddle I trust. I would remind you that while in my halls, you obey me - just as you would any other Chosen. What say you about our Minthara? It is fitting that one mad dog should judge another. Elijah: She's not lying - she served the Absolute faithfully. Ketheric Thorm: A pity, then, that her faith was so inadequate. Take her below. Nightwarden Minthara: No. Please., mercy! Please! Drenn: Ha! Bye-bye, princess. Ketheric Thorm: Kill the goblins too. Fezzerk: What? No! Drenn: You creaking old bag of shit! Disciple Z'rell: I'm sorry, my lord. She's an unbeliever - outside my control. Ketheric Thorm: Try again. Huh. Drenn: No - NO! Ketheric Thorm: Dispose of the rest as you see fit. Or better yet - let us take advantage of our surprising guest, and their particular creative genius. I'm sure the results will send a clear message to the troops on the importance of discipline. Disciple Z'rell: Of course, my lord. Thank you. You heard the General. The goblins are yours - deal with them however you wish. Elijah: Contain your excitement. Disciple Z'rell: Here, in the seat of the Absolute's power, your authority over them is complete. They will obey any command. Report to me upstairs when you're done. Fezzerk: Please - you gotta help me. For old times' sake? Elijah: Split yourselves open. Crack-crack! And smile while you work! Fezzerk: No - please - URgggh... Astarion: Done, nice and neat. Now, let's report to the lovely Z'rell. Narrator: In another lifetime, you were greeted in this throne room like a God, not the living wreck you are now. Your disgrace has something to do with this Ketheric. You yearn to flay him until he forgets himself, as you have. Elijah: Indulge in your thoughts of lacerating him. Narrator: He healed up a treat - he could enjoy your cuts forever and a day.

[ariannalux]

I was so excited to snag a commission slot from the supremely talented @merwild! Between the six main characters in my novel, it was a huge struggle to pick just one, but I decided on Drenn Trevas, the king’s spymaster and mentor to the heir. He’s a bit moody, and a bit of a loner, but deeply loyal to those he cares about.  It turned out so lovely! :)  The intro of his first chapter:

Drenn bowed his head reverently as he knelt before the altar, clutching a small, skull-shaped pendant within his hand.  

“Dark Mother, may you protect us and keep us safe from harm.  Dark Mother, may your shadow fall upon our enemies, and your great hunger devour them. Dark Mother, may you bless your chosen children and grant us good fortune. Dark Mother, I pray to you, here in the hour of our need.”

He struck a match and lit the short stub of a candle, then placed it on the low table before him.  Its light joined that of some dozen other candles, all of varying heights, illuminating the portrait of the goddess Orestanna tacked to the wall. The light flickered irregularly across her grotesque image.  The skin of the Corpse Goddess was desiccated, her face gaunt, with hollow cheeks and paper-thin lips.  Fierce dark eyes stared out from within sunken eye sockets, and a garland of red roses sat atop her long, tangled mess of black hair.  She wore a simple white funeral gown, and one bony hand grasped a dagger across her breast.

Drenn stared at her image for a long moment. The edges of the portrait had torn in places, and there were several dark blotches of what looked like blood staining the parchment, which was darkened from age and smoke.  Still she stared defiantly back at him, painted eyes seeming to pierce his soul.  His heart swelled, knowing what she would see there:  that he thought she was beautiful, that he loved her, that he was devoted to her with every fiber of his being.  That she was his goddess, and that he belonged to her.  The feeling threatened to overwhelm him, and he had to look away.