#elf bagpipes

[beauty-grace-outer-space]

I just realized I'm straight up turning into my DnD character.

[barrioghost]

my friend told me that in a d&d campaign she's in she got to create a town populated with people she loves AND SHE PUT ME IN IT

[lukecoalman]

I made this series of Fantasy Musicians. I really liked choosing the instruments to fit each archetype.

[fandomsandfairytales]

Ooooooo I love this idea! I do have to say, it's got me thinking....what about bagpipes for battles 👀

first age elves going into battle with a marching band

[vintagerpg]

Elves (1983) is like Dwarves (1982), but for elves. Shocking, I know.

I was predisposed to not like this book because it was the same writers who did Dragons of Weng T’sen. And also because it is a book about elves, and I don’t particularly care for elves. At least with dwarves, because they are essentially Scottish, I can picture them playing bagpipes, which is endlessly amusing. Elves are too uptight to be amusing. This characterization of elves does seem to try to tie them to European faerie folklore in some ways, but nothing in flipping through the book really hooked me enough to push past my inherent disinterest in elves to find out more.

There are six different brands of elves: High (not in the good way), Ice, Wood, Grey, Demi- and Dark. They live in proximity, in a region that is not part of the continent introduced in Dark Folk, but I am holding out hope that we’ll eventually see them all combined [spoiler: I’ll be waiting forever]. Each brand of elf has a different adventure, which is pegged to retrieving parts of an artifact in order to banish the dark god of the dark elves back to his dark home. I still like the six societies = six adventures, but I am not so into the convenient travelogue/scavenger hunt.

I’m mostly not interested in this book because it doesn’t really offer anything I couldn’t come up with on my own. I like the basic idea of this series, and I get that the first books were going after the low-hanging fruit, but a book of elf lore needs to be super compelling (like, I would read a sourcebook like this about the Swordfish Island elves!) or else I am just going to use the standard D&D elves, because I don’t care enough about elves to bother, you know? Same honestly goes for Dwarves and Dark Folk, even if I give them more of a pass for, you know, not being about elves.

[tubbytarchia]

UM. NEW JIM STREAM. NEW SMP. I FEEL LIKE I MISSED AN ANNOUNCEMENT OR SOMETHING.

members are fwhip jimmy lizzie mog sausage oli rendog katherine pix shubble scott eloise zombiecleo. modded smp. stream only i think. fantasy themed.

he logs in and has to choose an origin. seems very dnd-esque? but ive never played dnd so. im guessing here.

he spends 10 minutes choosing just to settle on half elf. he gets to pick 2 skills so he picks quicker regen and most movements wont trigger sculk sensors.

he spawns in :D cleo is there :D but jim hasnt set up voice mod so. they dont talk yet. cleo just starts circling him and its really funny to me

HE GETS SET UP. cleos immediately like youre not small :( (her chat told her he would be) and he was like. well being small is fun for a stream and then it gets a bit annoying doesnt it. which i have Thoughts about

they spawned in like a tower thing. cleo goes down and dies instantly to a bunch of mobs. after cleo dies jimmy goes down and also dies instantly. theres some weird spawn protection thing going on meaning they literally cant beat the mobs

jimmy experiences Modded Minecraft and gets scared. why do his buttons do things. why is there things everywhere. his keybinds have been super messed up so hes having A Time

sausage died and cuz of voice mod he screamed and cut out immediately which is my favourite thing. the entire smp is a mess theres like a million mobs. ive never seen jimmy rage this hard at dying before

fwhip joins and he chose one of the small classes. jimmy starts making fun of him so fwhip crits him like 3 times. jimmy then steals fwhips wood and fwhip tries to kill him again.

it takes establishing that jimmys a half-elf and sausage is a high-elf before the elf superiority starts.

katherine joins and shes ALSO a half elf. sausage starts calling him their daddy. its been 20 minutes

jim and oli meet up (and katherine follows) and olis like. im gonna show you my secret if u give me 6 things. so jimmy gives him 6 things and turns out oli can. go invisible????? and jim and katherine are like :o and are surprised he didnt pick bard. olis like well i already did that. im a mushroom guy now. and takes off his armour to show his skin (he says something about it being similar to his larp outfit which is cool) and jimmys like whats with the glasses. and oli full on whines and goes JIMMMMMMMH :( theyre my mushroom glasses.

they both die within a minute of exploring. cant say its unexpected. they get their stuff back easily enough though

after talking to like everyone jim splits off. he finds a zombie playing bagpipes and i lost my shit

it just played folk music the entire time he was trying to kill it

meets up with everyone. they talk for a while but nothing super notable to be said

(jimmy got up to get a snack and the stream chat started talking to his chair. it made me giggle)

he got super fast shoes. everyone is jealous of him. bitches love him and his super fast shoes.

i look away for like 5 minutes and hes now. wearing a whoopee cushion on his head. and a crown!

jimmy and sausage beat up a boss and it drops a ring. sausage picks it up and asks jimmy to marry him. jimmy IMMEDIATELY rejects him. no hesitation

^ little chicken hat :) cleo has a little pig hat and they match and its really cute.

jimmy gets a big axe and is like omg its so big!! and cleo AND sausage immediately jump on like oh tell me how you got it so big jimmy. and hes like guys. guys please.

sausage gets an ancient gong with unreadable runes on it. he obviously hits it multiple times. nothing happens at least.

they find ren and he has a little sheep hat so now 3 of them are matching. sausage feels very left out.

jimmy and oli meet up. oli does a bit of being like.. the spirit of the forest. oli gives jim a sapling and jim gives oli an invisibility cape. oli ends the bit and comes back as himself. he has a bow on his lower back and jimmys like wow you have a bow on your back. oli calls his ass big and juicy. frowns

oli tries to hit jimmy like 20 times and its just not working. jimmy is invincible i think.

oli and jim go to a village and make a bit of stealing childrens lunch money. idk why but they are. it doesnt work.

they meet up with lizzie and oli does his "spirit of the forest" bit again. he starts to give lizzie a riddle and says "what is wet and long- and not dry-" then gets confused and just. doesnt finish it at all.

lizzie mentions jims large weapon. jimmy voice "nothings too big for me" oli voice "nothings too big for jim" why have 2 separate groups made the exact same joke.

lizzie crashes and oli calls her and it goes to voicemail and he leaves a message and he ends it with a bunch of chappell roan song names. when jimmy doesnt know what he means olis immediately like THIS GUY IS NOT AN ALLY.

^ like 5 minutes after that they kiss so.

jim gives lizzie an ocean necklace after she logs in again. crazy

oli and jim are potentially basing together. we MIGHT be back.

uhhhhh stream end :p double upload on sunday (one main channel one roblox channel) not sure if im gonna summarise all these streams if only bc i have. No Idea whats going on. i dont understand modded mc at all. despite that it is a chill vod if u need background noise for anything

YAYYY JIMMY STREAM SUMMARY yeah this SMP came out of nowhere. I heard nothing about it. Fun that Rendog is here though!! And Cleo!!

"well being small is fun for a stream and then it gets a bit annoying doesnt it." OFF TO A NOT GOOD START GRRRRRRRR JIMMY..........my son..... ESMP2 haunts him... And then he goes and makes fun of fWhip LMAO. Not going to fault him but also not going to fault fWhip for almost killing Jimmy a few times, deserved

Sausage's humor making me want to end myself as usual. But Jimmy immediately rejecting his marriage proposal did put a smile on my face. If it weren't for moments like this to balance out Sausage just. the way he is. I would actually be infuriated if I ever watched SMP streams he's in. Sorry Sausage fans

"jimmys like wow you have a bow on your back. oli calls his ass big and juicy. frowns" ?????? Oli?? ok whatever its. whatecver

"Oli starts to give lizzie a riddle and says "what is wet and long- and not dry-" then gets confused and just. doesnt finish it at all." ok thats funny lmao. hurt himself in his own confusion . deserved

Omg Oli and Jim kiss though <3 and them basing together potentially yes please

Ok yeah that sounds both chill and very confusing. I also don't understand heavily modded mc. But why is their humor sense just sex jokes again can they sprinkle in some other jokes every once in awhile PLEASE IM BEGGING

[kotikaleo]

I want to know more about your dnd character! Is there any fanart of him?

And also wanna hear the second poem, please (｡✷‿✷｡)

I have a few doodles, and I plan to make another one that is colored, but for now I have this:

He is a dwarf, has tambourine, bagpipes (his iconic instrument, tho I drew him only with tambourine) and lute (stolen from another bard that was a trator XD). His clothes are earthly green, with icy blue boots (they are maaaaaaaaaagical). His hair is reedish brown.

This is his best friend mage Gvenevra (halfelf)

This is the Prince Eyvart (sea elf)

And this is a silly ddodle of a Barlin (dwarf and the Captain of our ship)

And the TRAITORRRRRRRRR Hanako

Second poem is here -> link

[princesscolumbia]

Star Trek Captains, A Review and Categorization II - The Wrath of Polling

I'm 100% sure it's due entirely to people not knowing the poll existed, but where the support of Capt.'s Rios and Seven are annecdotally strong, I've got numbers for Spock, Batel, and a surprising tie for third of Scott and Saru.

Without further ado...

Captain Spock

At least four generations of Done With Your Shit™️. Your ideas are stupid and wrong and he can prove it mathematically...which is why he can't get enough of Kirk, weird lil' himbo twink just dual-weilds the middle finger at the No Win Situation and Spock has to check his calendar to make sure Pon Far didn't arrive early! (We get it, Spock, we've all been there, right ladies?)

Scorecard

Enterprise Captains He's Given 'The Eyebrow' to: 4

Civilizations unified: 2

Ancestors whose name rhymes with "Barthur Cronnan Spoil": 1

Amount of time he kept one ship in battle-worthy condition when all the others of its class and generation were being mothballed, destroyed, or lost to the future: 40 years

Siblings he just never talks about: 2

Category: Space Elf

Captain Batel

Probably the one person in Starfleet that can always call out Pike on his shit. Maybe not Mom to Pike's 'Dad,' but not bad as the cool stepmom. Yes, Chris, she'll take care of Chapel while she deals with her boy issues, we'll have some girl time, it'll be fun!

Scorecard

Number of Pike fans INSANELY jealous she managed to land in Pike's bed: Like, all of them!

Number of musical numbers while in command: 1

Number of musical numbers that singing voice should have been given: ...a LOT more!

Amount of patience to deal with Pike's mid-life crisis: 9,001

Category: Step-MILF that will teach you how to drive when Dad (Pike) gets too 'back-seat-driver'-y

Captain Scott

Crouching Engineer, HIDDEN BADASS! Kirk may sit in the Captain's chair, but we all know who the Enterprise lets put her engines to bed for the night. This man can make any engine or transporter you can think of just sing, all in perfect accompaniment to his bagpipes.

Scorecard

Times he accidentally created a time machine (with Spock on assist): 1

Times he accidentally hosted a murdering parasite: 1

Times he out-drank an extra-galactic entity bent on stealing HIS ship: 1

Times he tested transwarp beaming with an admiral's dog: [0/1] <- YOU open the box! I'm not collapsing that waveform!

Times he unironically used the line, "There be whales here!" in a 23rd century space vessel: 1

Category: Miracle Worker

Captain Saru

Proof that a prey species can unequivocally kick your ass. Ride or die. This man will take your spaceship, captain it efficiently, and give it back to you better than when you got it. Alfred to Burnham's Batman. Might call you "Daddy," but we know who wears the belt.

Scorecard

Evolutions (you know, like Pokemon): 1

Autistic crew he's whole-heartedly supported and mentored: 1

Category: Tol Cinnamon Roll

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Don't forget to vote!

[aro-iceland]

not really a drawing request but id love to know more about your ocs??? from what you’ve posted they look amazing??

Thank you VERY much!!! i forgot how much i love to talk about them

(sorry for the old art or picrews, i am too excited to not talk about them and simultaneously not patient enough to redraw them)

All picrew links: Kit + Kevín + Lilly Annalise Piper + Cecily Mikael + Claire Princeton

here's a general overview of everything that exists:

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part 1: em groups

you should at least be vaguely familiar with my em. every single au and whatever hetalia character i feel like grabbing for that day goes in there. interesting little tidbit that somehow hasn't come up so far is that in more human AUs of mine he's part irish! ~20% of icelandic males and 60% of females actually have irish/keltic ancestry!!! ireland being his mom hc is going WILD in me. he's also very magic because that headcanon singlehandedly started the ice obsession in me. how well in tune he is with it and how exactly it looks like depends on the au . i also make him closer friends with swe and fin because i can👍

(excerpt from my em content dedicated whatsapp group with just my (non-hetalia) best friend and me: )

le is there a lot because i love him so so much. incredibly phoenix coded man

there's also monaco, gwendolyn or gwenny to me. she's a permanent resident because i support women's rights (slaying) and wrongs (gambling addictions)

a notable not fully formed character is faroe islands! petra sometimes, emma other times. i genuinely don't know where those names come from. i heard the faroe islands and iceland being referred to as "kind of like twins" and as each othere's "best friends" *somewhere* and i am VERY normal about that too. oh SO normal

part 2: mikael's world

a fusion of 2 groups put into one world, connected by one flimsy tie. it's mostly analogous to real life but no homophobia👍

Group A: Pentagon

Mikael started out as a swedish micronation oc but we don't talk about that. he has a chicken called omelette because of inside jokes during... my wattpad era... shudders. i project onto him a lot and lots of his design is just wish fullfillment. while i love my ocs suffering and angst, because i put so much of myself in him, ultimately, his story is one of healing. major point of difference between us though is that his parents abandoned him and mine... didn't.do.that. 💀👍

Claire and Piper both actually started out as minecraft skins i made for fun!! and then i made them kith:3

Cecily and Kit were added becaue i felt like something was missing to complete the friendgroup!

Group B: menace club

Kevín and Lilly are my ACNL and ACNH side accounts...... and Annalise was some pretty trans woman i drew one day there's nothing much to this

Part 3: D&D

so.. confession: i haven't actually played d&d yet! but my friends love it a lot, i love a couple ttrpg podcasts so.. yeah i have a couple concepts!

The Leighlar Pilayden, or blueberry bitchfuck as i like to call him, Half Elf sorcerer who was abandoned as a babg and raised in a cult which, in a world with multiple deities, somehow ended up believing in the *one* that doesn't exist! he's a sorcerer but they all think his powers a blessing from their god

MY BABY MY SOBBING WET CAT SON! PRINCETON INTEKONA!!!

TIEFLING BARD I might get to play as him soon... negative strength, the only reason he has such a high charisma stat is because everyone pitties him... he accidentally ended up in a criminal gang... he plays the pan flute and bagpipes... pathetic baby

Part 4: Miscellaneous

All the Characters that are alone in their worlds!

(^aesthetic wise but he definitely kins larry)

Brian is the brain cell a friend and i are sharing and also the last one we have. he's a SOO overworked office worker. he has to handle EVERYTHING he's so exhausted please give him a break. he recently got a boyfriend. good for my him

Recently re-named Ailbhe used to be Avery and is a genderless, fully white skinned(as in colour not the skin colour we associate with the word. imagine porcelaine!) and neon yellow haired fallen angel/ex-demi-god!! not much lore but... lots of potential!!

Firenze is... idk he just happened in one history lesson in 2018 and now he's here. bunny boy with lots of responsibilities around the palace!!!

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and ... phew. i THINK that's it? mostly? oh my god. if. there's anyone you wanna know more about... tell ME

[ttrpg-arg-played-through-poll]

Top four characters will be part of the party

(Format (Race/class)-(name)-(proficiency)-(Back story))

[fonsmortem]

A small comic-illustration to the chapter of first book of my fanfiction "The Horror and the Wild" I: Aen Woedbeanna.  At the moment there is no translation of fanfiction into English: you are the first to read a specially translated passage from Chapter 5.

A little introduction: Raeko, the main heroine of the story, (my OC) sits with Iorveth and watches the scoia'taels celebrate Midinvaerne. Before that, she used magic to grow flowers for them and they wove wreaths. The action takes place six months before the start of the events of the Witcher 2 game.

Flinn and Arrow are an OC, an elves in Iorveth's squad.

"Bone" is the nickname that the elves immediately gave to Raeko.

Have fun reading!💫

Both fell silent, now watching the continuation of the dancing around the fire. Those who had gone to the river had already returned there, and therefore the noise became even louder. Voices began to reach them distinctly, merging into a single harmonious chorus, then into a rustling whisper.

The trills of bagpipes and flutes rolled across the clearing, making their way along with the words under the skin. He would have played himself now, if not for the company in the person of a girl. The rhythm beat in the drums as if by magic set the beat of the heartbeat.

The girl was shaking her head to the beat of the trill, looking spellbound in the direction of the elves slowly floating in the dance. One thing was clear: she liked to watch all this. Smooth dances turned into a wild round dance. Maybe if it wasn't for him, their healer would have risked joining the frenzied whirlpool and dancing, also singing at full volume. Almost reluctantly, Iorveth squinted at her. As a test animal that did not yet have a name of its kind.

The glow from the flames, very faint, caressed her face. A very young, very green girl patching up half-dead fighters. Iorveth's gaze went to the void. The war dragged everyone with it and spared no one. His blurred thoughts were interrupted by her ringing voice.

“Ugh, who else brought this here?” the girl exclaimed theatrically, discovering that all this time a wreath was sticking out from under her cloak.

She began to examine the crumpled piece of art this way and that.

“Someone left it here,” for some reason Iorveth did not want to tell the truth now, “but what? Are you squeamish about traditions? ”

“No, I just made this one,” she answered with surprise, turning her creation in her hands, and for some reason added, “I was forced to weave it under the threat of my life.”

Something inside him went down. Distraught by this statement, Iorveth struggled to keep an unshakable expression on his face. It was like a very angry, caustic mockery. "What nonsense and stupidity! No, what kind of bullshit," he was indignant to himself. He was deprived of the habit of believing in such things as fortune telling and divination, but such a coincidence was, to put it mildly, annoying. Outrageous. That's a cunning elf-girl after all…

Someone called out to them, and they both turned in the direction of the voice. A cheerful Flinn was walking towards them, drunk, but not yet devoid of grace.

“Rae-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, mo elaine blath! Cad te eras? [Rae-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-y, my beautiful flower! Where have you been?]”, he drawled with a twitchy tongue.

Iorveth blinked, confused for a moment and not understanding who the elf was talking to. He forgot that this name belongs to their healer. The elf cast an appraising glance at the one sitting next to her in disbelief, trying to find in her external reasons for such a warm treatment of his archer.

“Oh Gods! For happiness, I only needed one more drunken elf this night,” the girl groaned, covering her face with her hands, “what kind of "flower" am I to you, you unlucky...”

“What are you mumbling about? And, however, it doesn't matter, let's go dancing, Bone! ” he tried to grab her by the wide sleeve, but the girl began to fight back.

“No way!”

“But I insist!”

“I don't want to fight Arrow again, our love is in crisis, you know,” she said, putting her hand forward preemptively.

“So break up with him and dance with me, dana [girl]!” he exclaimed joyfully, splashing his hands and spinning on the spot.

“His heart will not stand, have pity on a fellow!”

“Yes, it serves him right, let's go!”

“I beg you, save his elven honor from me, he has gone crazy,” she whispered plaintively, slipping off the log and darting to the commander behind his back.

The commander shook his head. The girl was overtaken by indignation.

“But this is your direct duty!” she hissed.

Iorveth chuckled at the scene and, rising from his seat, nodded to Flinn.

“Ki`rin, sidh [stop, elf]. Leave her alone, can't you see, she's not in the best shape.” He heard another indignant sigh behind him and suppressed another satisfied smirk.

Flinn stopped trying to grab the girl and assumed the look of a deeply saddened and offended elf.

“But you could spin Iorveth in the dance, formidable leader of the Squirrels – such a good partner!” the girl squeaked from behind him, dodging his slap on her head.

She slipped past them and gathered up her finds, preparing to retreat. Flinn burst out laughing and helped her grasp everything. Iorveth suddenly realized that he had never found out what kind of garbage she had brought from the forest and from Cedric.

“I’ll dance with you another time, now I’m very tired, I’m sorry.”

“I…hic…remembered it!”

She turned Flinn around, handed him a good part of the things and pushed him over to the side of the clearing where the tents were. Already leaving, the girl looked back and turned to the commander:

“Dearme, Iorveth [Good night, Iorveth].”

“Shed te [and you], little beanna,” he replied softly, sighing, watching as this something, not hearing these words and chirping on the arm of an elf, leaves him.

After that, he stood alone for a while in silence, broken only by sounds from the clearing and distant, barely discernible from the village. Iorveth watched the bright stars in the clear black sky. There was no wind and no severe frost either. It was a strange night, absolutely. There was a pungent smell of campfire smoke in the air, mixed with the juicy aromas of food, alcohol and quite unusual for winter scents of flowers. The elf took this wild bouquet into his lungs for the last time and was about to leave, when his gaze caught on the crumpled wreath that remained in the place where the girl was sitting...

He picked it up and, after turning it a little in his hands, purposefully and decisively headed for the fire. The fun has already died down there, and most of the elves have scattered who where. After pausing for a second, he pulled out a thin ribbon from the plexus of flowers and threw the wreath into the fire, giving it to the flames. And with it, the last moments of the last cycle, meeting the new one. That is, the winter solstice. He followed with his eye how quickly the thin stems and petals disappeared in the fire and walked away, clutching the stupid ribbon in his hand...

For luck.

[weregoingtokillthequeen]

We just posted character profiles! Right now we only have images of two of our leads. Hopefully, we'll have the rest soon.

Lamia Ambler Age: 32 Race: Changling Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Height: 5'4" Occupation: Thief, Con Artist, and Escaped Convict Class: Rogue Voice Actor: Kat Walker Shea

Lamia doesn’t talk about her childhood. Her best friend, Allie, is the only person who knows what Lamia’s upbringing was like. She also doesn’t talk much about what crimes landed her in prison.

Lamia and Allie, the Dragonborn Barbarian, have recently escaped from prison. Lamia acts as the brains while Allie is the brawn. Lamia’s a con artist and thief, and she considers herself as more intelligent than most people. She’s smug and her ego is often her downfall. She likes to be perceived as tough as nails, but she’s a lot more sensitive than she lets on. It doesn’t take much to hurt her feelings.

Due to her ability to shape shift into any humanoid, Lamia is able to blend into any crowd. She has the skills and brains to take care of herself. It’s just that her bloated sense of self-importance always lands her in hot water.

While on the run from the law, Lamia and Allie accidentally get caught up in a rebel group looking to overthrow the corrupt monarchy.

Abilities Shapeshifting: Lamia can change her appearance and voice to any Medium sized, humanoid creature she has seen before. The biggest downside is that she will still need to find appropriate clothing and equipment if she plans to deceive others with her changed appearance.

As a rogue, she’s good at stealth and sneak attacks. She’s highly skilled at melee combat, but she often can slip right by people without being noticed.

Languages Spoken: Common, Draconic, and Thieves’ Cant

Weapons: Crossbow, Dagger, and Crescent Moon Knife

Favorite Foods: Apples, Cakes, Sweet Apple Tart with a Caramel Drizzle, and Beef Stew with Sourdough

Yngve Omdahl  Age: 134 Race: Half-Elf Pronouns: He/Him Gender: Male Height: 5'8" Occupation: Adventurer Class: Bard Voice Actor: Caleb Fietsam

Nobody knows Yngve’s real backstory because he tells everyone something different. He goes with the flow, or he’ll say whatever he needs to in order to get what he wants.

Yngve is a bullshitter. He often tells tall tales about himself at bars and rumors about him spread like wildfire. Whenever a story gets back to him, people have usually added more to it. If questioned about it, he just confirms the new additions are true. He will “yes, and…” anything you throw at him.

While he can hold his own in a fight, he’s not nearly as tough as he paints himself to be. He prefers to talk his way out of situations. His charisma allows him to get away with it… most of the time. He also likes to surround himself with people stronger than him for protection.

Yngve is blind in his right eye. This is due to optic nerve damage after an episode of optic neuritis. The eye functions, it just doesn’t relay information back to his brain. When asked, however, he always tells a different story as to how he lost his eyesight. It takes a long time before he trusts people with the truth about himself and, by then, it’s hard to convince people he is telling the truth.

Lamia and Allie meet him in a bar and he tells them about the underwater city, promising to guide them there for a fee.

He has a debilitating fear of bugs.

Abilities Darkvision: He can see in darkness for at least 60 feet.

Fey Ancestry: He’s less likely to be charmed, and magic can’t put him to sleep.

He is a musician and comedian. His instruments of choice are violin, harp, and lute. He also plays bagpipes and he’ll happily play them to torment people around him. He’s a big fan of terrible jokes, dad puns, and anti-humor.

Languages Spoken: Common, Elvish, and Abyssal

Weapons: Crossbow, Rapier, Shortsword

Favorite Foods: Cheese and Hot Beet Soup with Fresh Bread

Art by @countslimeula

[cagemasterfantasy]

Dnd Background: Entertainer (5.5e)

You spent much of your youth following roving fairs and carnivals, performing odd jobs for musicians and acrobats in exchange for lessons. You may have learned how to walk a tightrope, how to walk a tightrope how play a lute in a distinct style, or how to recite Elvish poetry with the impeccable trills of an elf poet. To this day, you thrive on applause and long for the stage.

You gain proficiency in Acrobatics and Performance as well is one Musical Instrument in your choice from the following. Bagpipes, Drum, Dulcimer, Flute, Horn, Lute, Lyre, Pan Flute, Shawm and Viol.

Ability Score Increases: Strength Dexterity Charisma. You get 2 choices pick 2 of the 3 ability score choices and increase 1 by 2 and another 1 by 1 or increase all 3 by one. No matter which one you pick you can't increase an ability score over 20.

Feat: You gain proficiency with 3 musical instruments of your choice. As you finish a short or long rest you can play a song on a Musical Instrument with which you have proficiency and give Heroic Inspiration to allies who hear the song. The number of allies you can affect in this way equals your proficiency bonus.

Starting Equipment: Your choice of A Musical Instrument (the same one you picked for your proficiency) 2 costumes Mirror Perfume Traveler's Clothes and 11 gold or B 50 gold to buy yourself starting equipment

[lumendelmari]

The Cult of the Gol’Goroth

Chapter Ten

Midwinter

Three months later…

Hammer 1485 DR (Midwinter)

Taras Aldar, Neverwinter Wood

The druid village of Taras Aldar celebrated the holiday of Midwinter as any other respectable place would—with feasting, music, dancing, and drinking. Midwinter was the first festival day on Faerûn’s calendar. While nobility typically saw it as a day to commemorate or renew alliances, the common folk marked it as the midpoint of the cold season, with some hard times still ahead, but many of the worst days now past. There were very few days when the sentries who guarded the outposts of Neverwinter Wood were called into the village proper. The Midwinter feast was one of them. Of course, a handful remained in the Wood. However, shifts were rotated so that everyone could participate in the festivities.

That is how Varan Fenhirel found himself trapped in a very incongruous scenario.

It was not often that the elves of Taras Aldar became as loud and rowdy as they were at present. The village typically had an air of peace and tranquility as its inhabitants were hard at work doing their part to keep Taras Aldar running. But that all changed when Ansron’s drink started to flow. The Master of Lore had earned a reputation for his potent homemade honey wine. It was only brought out on festival days. Thus, the denizens of Taras Aldar readily partook.

At present, a female moon elf stood before the impatient ranger. Two young wolves flanked her. They rested calmly, but the ranger noted that their eyes were ever alert for danger despite the safe setting. She had the light blue skin of a moon-elf. Her fiery red hair was worn loose to tumble down nearly to her waist, and her eyes were a startling emerald green. Her oval face was young and youthful and currently bore a blinding smile. Like all the other villagers, the moon elf had dressed for the occasion and wore a flowing, navy dress trimmed with embroidered patterns of silver. And in her hand was a tankard full of Ansron’s famous honey wine, which she presently thrust in Varan’s direction.

“Come on, nobody turns down Ansron’s drink!” the moon elf sang with a slight slur. “Not even you!”

“How many cups have you had now, Arlathan?” Varan asked tiredly.

The moon elf, Arlathan, shrugged. “I’ve lost count.”

Varan resisted the urge to slap his hand on his forehead. “If I accept the drink, will you tell me where Zelyra is?”

“Why do you think I’d know?”

“You are her best friend.”

Arlathan smiled. “I don’t know! You could contend me for that title. Unless…that is…you were to finally fight for a more permanent role in her life.”

The dark-haired ranger was visibly startled by the bold insinuation, and Arlathan snickered, knowing she’d hit a nerve.

Varan all but ripped the tankard from the moon elf’s outstretched hand and drained half of it before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Arlathan had no idea how close she was to the truth at that moment.

“Zelyra? Where is she?” he repeated testily.

“Last I saw her, she was dancing with her father,” Arlathan replied while gesturing lazily toward the roaring fires where many elves had partnered up and were dancing to music played by Ansron and some of his assistants.

In addition to lore, the elven master appreciated all arts and had spent countless decades studying them. Ansron currently played a pair of bagpipes while the others in his band had pan flutes and drums. Unsurprisingly, the half-giant barbarian, Krom, had joined the festivities as well and happily strummed away on his oversized lute. Well-known tunes wafted from their instruments, allowing the dancers to sing along. It was a picture of merriment if any there ever were. [1]

“Thank you,” the ranger said, intending to take his leave.

But Arlathan stopped the ranger with a hand on the arm. Her face turned serious at that moment, and Varan knew that for all that she had been drinking, whatever was about to leave her lips was the sober truth.

“Varan, for once in your life, just live a little. You spend your days worrying about the village, fighting the evil of the Wood, and acting as if the whole world rests on your shoulders alone. Open up and enjoy yourself. Do something crazy. Like—like, go dance with Zelyra! You, of all people, have earned that,” Arlathan said. “We all see it. Hells, Krom and I had to endure an entire tenday of watching you two needlessly pine for one another! You fight hard for the survival of our Circle, and we are grateful for it. But for the love of the gods, you deserve a little joy in your life… And Zelyra does, too!”

The words struck the ranger, and though he did not outwardly show it, he was glad for Arlathan’s council. She might be a mild drunkard—the druid’s behavior this night was not unusual—but her wisdom came out when it most counted.

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Noel update!

“The world is cruel sometimes, that means we shouldn’t be”

**AGE**:28

**Species**:Moon Elf

**Pronouns**:They/She

**Sexuality**:Ace Lesbian

**Class**:Bard(College of Swords)/Warlock(Hexblade)

**Background**:Noble

**Personality Traits**:I am a collector of small and meaningless objects with no inherent meaning other than to make my heart grow a little softer,the key to maintaining joy in life is to getting excited about tomorrows breakfast every once in a while

**Bonds:**I had a lot of my pressure on me being the oldest sibling growing up more then was healthy but despite it all I still miss my siblings and my parents, I’m always going to stick out my neck for a kid who needs help, it’s the older sibling in me

**Ideals**: I will try and be the hero I needed when I was younger and the voice for the voiceless, Kids are right about fairness and sharing and kindness and wonder and the little things that you find in the forest in a bad day more then they are wrong

**Flaws**: I am scared that I am going to give away more love then I am going to ever get back in return,sometimes I worry that I make myself more palatable to appease other people

**Backstory**:Noel Peaceweaver is the oldest child of the Peaceweaver adventuring family and the fiancé of Serena Lilia Peaceweaver and the adoptive parent of Astyochiea Lilia Peaceweave, Growing up in the country of Weskos in the region of Oavasa they were trained in the performing arts from the moment they could walk, Learning the art of the Lute,Guitar,Violin,Cello,Piano,Lyre,Shawm,Dulcimer and the bagpipes a musical prodigy who also received only the finest of world class swimming and acrobatic training,

Spending their life with these academic tutors and growing up with their house estate they eventually after finishing their primary and secondary education went to the Pratchett Accademy of adventure and the arcane.Making and meeting numerous people who they thought they would be friends with for the rest of their life they learned to master the art of sword play and how to captain a sea vessel and the art of poetry and alchemy and graduated at the top of their class,Deciding to travel on a expedition behind the known world with some of their best friends in the whole wide world in the form of Zoakin,Audelia,Onyx,Nathrelka,Zarin,Taric and Maeve, Heading off the map before crashing behind the world that their was a storm, almost never ending, that crashed their ship onto a strange island filled with strange beasts and creatures that seemed uninhabited until one night while hunting with their friend,Zoakin they were found by a group of strange cultists,

Killing Zoakin and capturing Noel they tortured Noel for weaks on end disfiguring and dismembering their body in an attempt to find their camp on the island so they could use them as a sacrifice for their cult but still they would not break, eventually they used magic, managing to make Noel slaughter their closest friends and allies one by one, scarring them for life, leaving them their, they were the only sacrifice remaining and they would have died there if they had not made a pact with a force their on the island, in the shadows in the depths, known as umbra, offering them escape at the cost of the part of their soul that made it so they could produce original art, they took the deal and escaped, through the underdark and through the shadows through the long way home until they eventually got all the way back to Weskos, finding themselves very different from the person that had left to go explore they still found themselves wanting to help

Deciding to become the type of person they would have wanted to save them when they were in their worst space in the depths and in the darks, they took up a sword and took to the road and took to protecting any and all people they could they would become a symbol, even if that symbol could never be happy, it could still inspire, and then somehow she became happy when she found a purpose and love

Where she least expected it,now a mother and healing from the scars of her past with the love of her life by her side, Noel has something she never thought she could have ever again, and to think this all happened after getting storm marked by accident.

[lumosfm]

𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎:  𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙩

Carkitt Market is an outdoor shopping area located on a side street from Diagon Alley in the wizarding quarter of London, England. It was centred around a Victorian wrought iron arcade and the shop facades, along with the wrought iron, are Victorian facades painted over in a bright technicolour palette. A small Gothic building (Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment) sits in the centre of the market. Below the cut you will find a list of the known buildings and shops in Carkitt Market and a short description of each.

Bowman E. Wright Blacksmith is a metalsmith shop that makes objects from wrought iron or steel. It is located near the intersection of Diagon Alley and Carkitt Market, by the Mermaid Fountain and The Hopping Pot.

Cogg and Bell Clockmakers is a wizarding clockmaker's that makes and repaired clocks. It is located on the corner of Carkitt Market and Horizont Alley, between the Museum of Muggle Curiosities and Weeoanwhisker's Barber Shop.

Concordia and Plunkett Musical Instruments is a music shop in Carkitt Market, in the wizarding quarter of London. It specialises in bagpipes, harps, lutes and cellos.

Dr Filibuster's Fireworks is a pyrotechnics shop famous for its Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks. It is located in Carkitt Market next to the Museum of Muggle Curiosities.

Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment is a food cart located in Carkitt Market that sells a wide variety of drinks and refreshments.

Globus Mundi Travel Agents was a wizarding travel agency in Diagon Alley, established in 1876. It was originally located upstairs from Shutterbutton's Photography Studio, but later opened a storefront on Carkitt Market.

Gringotts Money Exchange is a wizarding bureau de change located in Carkitt Market. Run by Gringotts Wizarding Bank, this bureau offers Muggles the opportunity to exchange their money for wizarding currency.

The Hopping Pot is a wizarding pub in Carkitt Market, located by Bowman E. Wright Blacksmith.

House-Elf Placement Agency is a business located in Carkitt Market that specialises in services of House-Elf allocation.

Jellied Eel Shop is a pie and mash shop, located in Carkitt Market, in the wizarding quarter of London. It sells stewed and jellied eels as well as eels & mash, and haddock. Beverages included tea, pumpkin juice and coffee.

The Mermaid Fountain is a fountain in the shape of a mermaid, located in the square at the intersection of Diagon Alley and Carkitt Market.

The Museum of Muggle Curiosities is a museum in Carkitt Market, in the wizarding quarter of London. Items on display included several Muggle electronics, such as microwaves, old televisions, radios, electric fans, and desk lamps. It is located between Dr Filibuster's Fireworks and Cogg and Bell Clockmakers.

The Owl Post Officeis the equivalent to a Muggle post office, but with owls delivering the letters of those who do not have owls of their own.

Stowe & Packers Magical Bags is a wizarding luggage shop in Carkitt Market, that sells magical bags. It is located up a flight of steps from the Market itself, by a junk shop.

Wands by Gregorovitch is a shop located on Carkitt Market. A wand shop, Wands by Gregorovitch is presumably the British branch of Mykew Gregorovitch's original shop, Gregorovitch Zauberstäbe.