#genasi like i guess?

[sleeepydraws]

Did a DTIYS for Jimble Doods on insta of their comet inspired OC!

Tried something more graphic with the treatment.

[y-rhywbeth2]

'Tieflings reach adulthood at about the same age as humans but are longer-lived, with the eldest members of the race living to be 150 years old.' - Planar Handbook

Technically, on Toril tieflings explicitly have human lifespans, but hey, you're not obligated to use that. Give your planetouched half-elf lifespans. (If you want).

...

'Tieflings look human (and are roughly the same height and weight as members of that race), except for one or two distinguishing features related to their unusual ancestry. Some examples of these features include small horns, pointed teeth, red eyes, a whiff of brimstone about them, cloven feet, or red skin. No two tieflings look alike. [also feathered shoulders, scales, no reflection, no shadow, skin is hot to the touch, red or blue skin, skin being freezing to the touch, white hair and deer antlers, glowing eyes, iridescent hair, weird magic powers, wings, control over specific animals, cat eyes, more or less than five fingers, and and and...]'

*insert the regularly scheduled bitching about the standardised portrayal of tiefling appearances in recent editions (and frankly, video games; I blame you, David Gaider) here*

[towards-toramunda]

I’m making a new poll because MY mind has changed since the last episode about who I want to get the shard of Rau’shan and I’m assuming most of yours have too. SO:

As always reblog for more eyes to see this for more votes, and if you want my opinions on the poll I put them in the tags.

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

is now a good time to share with the class that i’ve been watching a ton of legends of avantris stuff and am fighting the urges to start watching their content for real…..?

[yubriamakesart]

Turns out it's really fun to do combat at night if your whole party has darkvision but your opponents don't.

[quillst]

My brain is in a very big Once Upon a Witchlight mood right now so here’s something I’ve been thinking about, how many years each character has. Weird ik but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the years both Gideon and Torbek lost and then started thinking, how does everyone have left?

So, here’s what I think at least (roughly cuz we don’t have some ages of some characters):

Kremy-

From a little search, most lizardfolk live to about 60. The oldest was 80 so. Currently (at least from what the wiki says), Kremy is 42 meaning he has 18 years left. If we’re pushing it and he becomes the second oldest a lizardfolk has lived to, then he has at the most 38 years left.

Gideon-

So, we don’t know how old he actually is but from that one adult man goblin animation, Gideon is younger than Kremy and Gricko and is older than Frost. Genasis usually live up to 120 years old. So, roughly, he has 80 ~ 85 years left. More than double than Kremy.

Gricko-

According to the wiki, Gricko is 44. He is the oldest in the group (before Torbek joined) and most likely to (at least through old age) die first. Though, let’s be real it would probably be Kremy and Gideon to die first with all the cons and that they pull off by pissing off the wrong people. Like lizardfolk they live up to sixty, so he has 16 years left.

Frost-

Frost is the youngest in the group, and again doesn’t have a canonical age but the wiki says that he is in his 20s. Some say tabaxis can live up to 100, most say that they have the same lifespan of a human. So I’m going with that. We usually live up to early 80s, late 70s so for the sake of me not having to put in more numbers, I’m going with 80. So, he has 51 ~ 60 years left.

Torbek-

Torbek’s age is going to be a rough guess considering the fact that we have no confirmed age / age range, and the many years that he had taken away from him. I think it’s a safe bet to put him at around 45 - 55. Bugbears live up to 80. So, he has 25 ~ 35 years left. Though, considering all the things he eats and the people after him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he dies younger than that.

So! To sum it, here’s the list of who would die first and how many years they have left:

1. Gricko -> 16 years left

2. Kremy -> 18 ~ 38 (if we’re pushing it) years left

3. Torbek -> 25 ~ 35 years left

4. Frost -> 51 ~ 60 years left

5. Gideon -> 80 ~ 85 years left

Sorry for the sort of morbid post, I was bored and wondering, so I did the maths for it! :)

[leidensygdom]

Yesterday was an outfit design kind of day for me (accidentally so), so here’s one of the things I made. I wanted to give The Onirist/Urion a less modern-looking lab coat for an AU, except I like it way more than their regular lab coat so this is now their canon look I guess? I really want to make an updated reference with this outfit, not gonna lie- (I didn’t expect to end up with an earth genasi/drow cleric in a lab coat, but OH well)

(Is this something you would be interested in seeing? I do a lot of these frontal designs before going for the fully fleshed out pictures!)

[pentapoda]

Well, i am writing fic again. Because i can apparently spend years lurking in mxtx proximal fandoms (shen yuan i love u), then a full year watching vox machina and then critical role campaign 1 and campaign 2, devouring all the caleb fic i can find and still not feel the energy to participate in the fandom. then be like no, no, this silly blue man and very serious tiny man with his violence ballet, this is where i have something to contribute (read, "someone did the au where the coinflip went the other way, right, right? huh i guess not, haha wouldn't it be funny if--")

???

Anyway it has been one month, i have written 25k, probably 15k to go, there is a Google slides doc with a diagram of the silken squall (its a giant kite, btw) and a map of the continent of marquet with to-scale color-coded annotations of each group's location and distance traveled by day, i have rolled stats for dorians parents (sorry dadvernwind, please have some extra guards, you need them), i made a ppt chart comparing parentvernwinds to the party's stats (y axis: win hearts [wis+cha], x axis: win fights [str + dex + con], bubble size: hit points) , i have a spreadsheet with the silken squall's land use and wealth distribution, ashton wants to know why he's so stressed when he's not even in the main pairing (jokes on him though he got to talk to dorian's mom twice and she threw out my arranged marriage subplot, look she says to me there's a marriageable young genasi right here who knows how to protect his own, they bonded over protective violence guys, ashton didn't notice), bell's hells sucked so bad at Orym's resurrection ritual i thought he might actually just stay dead, i had to go back and just let fearne lie,i gave the squall griffins to solve a travel-speed issue and now dorian's bitchy neglected griffin is the star of the last third of this fic, Imogen has emerged from the wings to live the horse girl movie she always wanted, and orym and dorian have not yet shared a scene together but i swear its happening soon

haven't written complete fic (not just a story set up) or anything longer than 10k since jan 2016 so.... this is good... tentatively optimistic here...

in conclusion:

(fcg isn't on there because the fic has bigger parts for orym, dorian, ashton, & fearne, but then i added laudna & imogen to make dorian's dad look better. ...it didn't work. XD)

[crandairy-juice]

alpha kids as dnd! its fun trying to translate their class. jane is a gnome like jade, while jake is an earth genasi like june is an air genasi (i guess theyre both gnome sized though) the strilondes continue being half drow.

jane is a order domain cleric, since healing and also crockertier joke (cleric of life felt too boring/on the nose, and tbh i even considered way of mercy monk). dirk is a soulknife for his prince of heart shenanigans, but i also thought about eldritch knight or bladesinger wizard (wizard is too wimpy/its funny to consider dirk with a strength of 8, but yeah lol). roxy is a gloomstalker ranger since it feels very voidish, but i was almost equally settled on shadow sorcerer since i think roxy would appreciate having so much magics. lastly was jake (earth genasi is a pain to draw tbh) but i went with wild magic barbarian with the raw power of crazy Hope, since gunslinger felt a bit meh and i dont think its an official class. (this also shifts my idea of wild magic sorcerer jade to instead graviturgy wizard jade, which takes better advantage of her planetary powers and intelligence in if being honest)

heres the beta kids post

[jat-a-fan-of-stuff]

Thanks to popular demand, i came up with a creations guild sona/oc !!!

(Sorry for the bad quality im in an airport rn)

Some lore i have so far!!

- Koru uses they/them pronouns !!

- they are an earth genasi

- they live in and take care of the castle gardens! Gricko likes to go there from time to time bc they get new and interesting plants

- Koru also has a flowlbear (a flower owlbear) named Tula! She and Hootsie are friends!!

- Tula has problems with her right eye

- Basically once in a while Gricko goes to the palace gardens to hang out with Koru and talk about plants, while their owlbear daughters play in the garden.

- Koru is a Master Gardener, similar to Gricko (only Koru is like. A bit more high class i guess)

Thats all i have for now!!

[acidic-eye]

This is just a repeat from my last post but for OUAW:

7 done and 9 left to go!! Small snippet of one of the stories for OUAW:

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My pa used to smoke when I was younger. Guess i picked it up from him.” he held the cigar in between his fingers, taking it out of his mouth to exhale some smoke from his mouth, migh’ be for the best that lil’ hootsie doesnt start to smoke.”

Maybe… He stopped smokin’ since ya left?” Gricko asked curiously, Gideons face flashed with pain before resting back on his resting face.

“Naw, he Cant really do much of that anymore.”

“Oh! Is his lungs bad?” Gideon snorted out a laugh before shaking his head. “Oh! Does he not like it anymore? I should teach that to hootsie–”

“No– thats not the– Ya know wha? Sure, his lungs are to bad to smoke no more. Damn humans and their lungs.” Gideon decided finally, taking another draw of his cigar.

“He wasn't a Genasi like you?”

“Naw. My pa was human, ma was a Genie.” Gideon rested his arm against the railing, cigar in hand as he reached for his waist, pulling his canteen from it, drinking down quite a bit of whatever happened to be in there. “Want some?”

“I got me own.”

[mayapapaya33]

I just watched the new trailer for season 3 of tlovm. Ok so they're definitely smushing The Nine Hells and the City of Brass storylines together. Makes sense. I kinda thought they might while hoping they wouldn't but with the spacetime constraints they're working under it does make logical sense. I will be devastated if they don't transplant Senokir to guide them around Dis though. Give me my freaky Genasi man! Ipkesh provided a guide in the campaign, but we can pretend that didn't happen. They could replace the little imp guide with Senokir and just have Ipkesh help them with the prison break in part. Ipkesh and Senokir don't even need to be linked together. They can run into Senokir first then Ipkesh later, Senokir can introduce them to Ipkesh like he introduces them to the fire giants, there's plenty of ways to make it work.

I'm kind of assuming/hoping they're doing a 2 for 1; grab Pike's armor and kill the Rakshasa here. (I am still desperately hoping they are doing the Rakshasa storyline).

Tary'll just have to lump it with only going on the Water Aramente trial lol. I'll miss his joke about his father's lawyers having a firm in the Hells though. And the ridiculousness of dragging a baby adventurer to literal Hell. oh well. I hope they reproduce the infernal contract Matt drew up because he's an insane person and drew up a real fake contract for them to sign. I want to watch these doofuses be forced to parse Hellish legalese. Make Percy read it out loud for all of us to enjoy! Just like in the campaign lol.

I guess Pike's coming with them? Which, on the one hand, yay! More Pike! But on the other hand, part of the fun of them going to The Hells was the sheer stupidity of them going WITHOUT THEIR CLERIC LMFAO.

[oo-delallymrcrow]

Meeting Carnivàl Lecroux

*gif is not mine

Summary: the first time running into the group known as Carnivàl Lecroux.

A/N: I just want something with these characters and if I can't find it, I guess I have to write it. It's not long but I just wanted to have everyone meet in chaos.

You had never seen a carnival like this before. The air was thick with the scent of candied apples and something more exotic—an undercurrent of incense and mystery that tickled her nose. The vibrant hues of the tents and rides shimmered in the twilight, each one adorned with symbols that seemed to dance with their own light.

You followed the sounds of a whimsical melody played by an unseen band, your curiosity pulling you deeper into the maze of tents and stalls. The pathway was lined with lanterns that flickered like fireflies, casting long, enchanting shadows. She felt like she had stepped into a world that straddled the line between dream and reality.

It was weird entering the Witchlight Carnival, just moving from outside to here, it was slightly suffocating. The air was thick with something but you just could not place your finger on it. As you were wondering through, you heard some commotion coming from your left and decided to follow the sound out of curiosity.

You stop in your tracks as a goblin scurries in front of you, snarling and muttering, “I am the rat king.”

As your face scrunched in confusion, a loud braying erupted and it shocked you to look up and see a tall, tall bugbear that had the face of a donkey. It looked embarrassed as it covered it’s mouth and shakes its head. A hand is placed on his shoulder by what looked like a fire genasi who is trying to comfort him.

”It’s alright Torbek, what you said was still understandable.”

He suddenly whipped around and shouted at the air, “I am going to find a way to bring you back to life just so I can punch you again Chuckles!”

An alligator who was dressed in a nice suit started to sing, “Gid. It’s alright, we’ll find a way to fix this mess.”

As you watched the strange scene in front of you, you jumped with a scream as something bit you. Looking down, it was the goblin man you started following while snapping his teeth. You quickly ran away but straight to the group as he followed. As you approached, the genasi stepped out and scooped up the goblin, holding at arm's length as the goblin struggled and wiggled his body to get away.

”Sorry ‘bout him. He thinks he’s a were-rat and is trying to bite all of us. Are you hurt?”

”No,” you shake your head as you wearily look at the genasi. “It wasn’t really a bite, just a nibble. It startled me more than anything.”

He nodded with a grunt as the goblin became more erratic. You thought he was going to drop him, but the genasi had a good grip. He smiled and stuck his other hand out, “name’s Gideon.”

You shake his hand and give him your name. The alligator then steps forward with a flourish, taking off his hat and bowing to you, singing the next few words.

”What-a-do! Name’s Kremy Lecroux and I love unicorns.”

A small chuckle leaves you as you nod to him, “unicorns are great.”

A huff and then a bray erupts from behind Gideon and a long arm reaches up as the hand gives a wave. You lean over to look past Gideon as the bugbear waves and scrunches close to look smaller.

”Torbek’s name is Torbek.” He finishes it with a loud bray as he places his hands over his mouth again and looks away.

Give him a small smile and look at Gideon as he seems to be the only…sane one there.

”Are you guys normally like this or…?”

Gideon shakes his head, “no we have another friend, Frost is his name, and he said something about this carnival having a curse or something that’s affecting us.”

His eyes widen as he looks to his right as his hair seems to burn a little brighter. 

“Shut up Chuckles! I will kill you right now!”

Your eyes widen as you realize he was talking to no one. You snap your fingers to get his attention as he turns back to you with a huff. 

“Sorry that fucking clown wont shut the fuck up.”

”Ok,” you wave your hands to stop him from talking. “What do I need to do to help you guys with whatever… this… is.”

”Taffy,” Kremy sings as he points his cane toward a pixie that was passing by.

You nod and go up to the pixie as a loud yell came from Gideon as he starts cursing out Gricko. You point back to the group as the pixie turns to you.

”Can you go give them some taffy? I think they need it.”

”Oh sure!” She quickly follows you and hands all the men taffy, screaming and tossing it into Gricko’s mouth as he snaps at her.

As soon as they all eat the taffy everything seemed to go back to normal. Well, as normal as you think it should be. Torbek’s head morphs back into a bugbear face as he smiles and cheers.

”Torbek is back, baby!”

Kremy sighs and clears his throat as he straightens his bow tie, “now that is much better.”

Gideon looks around and smiles at you, “thanks for that. Now I don’t have to listen to that dumb clown anymore.”

Gricko stands up and dusts himself off, “something has happened and I don’t like it. Oh, hello."

He blinks up at you before he smiles wide, “Gricko Grimgrin at your service.”

You give your name and look at each of them again. Kremy steps forward as you turn to him and smiles.

”We are thankful for your help. Is there anything we can do to help you?”

You shrug and look around the carnival. That heaviness is still in the air but now you know it is fay magic but there is something else. You have no real reason to come here but you still felt needed in some way.

”Honestly, I don’t have anything that I really need help with. Do you mind if I join you guys for a bit? I’m alone and would like company.”

They all look at each other before Torbek raises his hand, “Torbek would very much like you to join guys night.”

”Yeah,” Gideon nods and throws his hands up in a cheer, “guys night!”

At that point, Kremy leads the way. Gideon follows closely behind while Gricko and Torbek fall in line with you as everyone walks away. The two start talking and bantering, asking you for your opinion every once in a while. You nod along and find what they say amusing while keeping up with everyone. It looks like this will be an interesting night for you, all of you.

[paris-geller-was-straightwashed]

M*A*S*H 4077 & DND

guess who started their m*a*s*h rewatch around the same time they've gotten into d&d and now cannot stop thinking about the utter chaos and hyjinks of The Gang trying to play a campaign. it starts with none of them really super into fantasy roleplay, but they're all So Fucking Bored they might as well play to have something to do.

it started off imaging just what role they'd each play, but now I couldn't stop myself from imaging each person's race, class, AND, just for fun, the dice they'd use!

hawkeye: isn't that bothered about races, probably either an elf or just a human. class is paladin, relating the paladin's 'call for good' something like the oath doctors take to always help and heal patients, no matter what (and, let's be honest, probably feeds into his egotistical nature at being a naturally skilled surgeon, as if he was 'called'). cannot be Asked to care about ability scores (only to deeply regret it when he's nearly off'd the first battle) except for pouring most of his points into charisma. mostly likely of the party to Fuck his way out of a confrontation (no matter the other's gender #bihawkrights). spends most of the campaign messing around and forgetting what his spells are, but when the party hits a serious battle, is the first to throw himself in and use any spells to help his friends before himself. originally wasn't that interested in the game, but overtime becomes one of the ones who gets really into it, screaming across the board at ppl's bad roles and cheering & trying to pick ppl up in glee when they win. dice of choice:

(just the most wack-ass coloured dice I could find, metaphor for the inside of his brain (also this way he can tell if anyone tries to conceal any as theirs)).

radar: while interested in the fantasy stuff (being a comic reader), was a little intimidated with all the math & rules involved until hawkeye and bj convince him. part of me thinks he could be a halfling or dwarf, but then I think he might enjoy being a humanoid creature like a minotaur (farm boy) or a satyr bc of his love of animals. class is bard, where he carries/plays the drum. enjoys and gets really into the story, but is always flummoxed when it comes to the battles, asking what everyone else thinks his character should do (only for everyone to yell back several different answers). always needs a couple of seconds of mental math to add his modifier to dice rolls (me too radar) but when the party comes across a riddle or puzzle, is usually the first to figure it out. keeps trying to pick up small creatures to put them in his sack. is not allowed to talk while people make their roles bc of too many times where he's predicted the number before they can read the dice (the moment of hawkeye's saving role during a Big Bad battle was kind of ruined when radar elatedly jumped up at the nat20 before the dice even left hawk's hand). dice of choice:

(cute little puppers!)

margaret: at first is staunchly against it, calling it childs' play, but eventually is worn down by hawk & bj and is also so bored, she gives in. thought she might be an elf, but in the end chooses genasi, picking fire power. chooses the fighter class, leaving hawkeye to make a remark that gets a dice thrown at his head. doesn't really get super into the meta of the game or the story (often tells the dm to get on with it and cut to the action) but does love to play, where it overtime becomes a good outlet for anger ('the demon tries to approach you, margaret what do you-' 'I SLICE OFF HIS KNEECAPS WITH MY BATTLEAXE!'). is a good player until the roles don't go her way ('you only rolled a 10, so your attack doesn't hit-' 'SCREW YOU! KLINGER GIVE ME YOUR 18 ROLE!'). is pretending like she isn't having fun but everyone can see through her. dice of choice:

(these seemed the most like margaret, elegant but not too girly).

henry: is also peer-pressured into joining. picks barbarian class so he doesn't have to think about spells. tries to pick human bc all the other races were 'too complicated' but got told due to his class, he has to pick a more built character like an orc, so an orc he ends up being. but he's bad at it, often either trying to escape a battle or by being a peacemaker, trying to persuade the monster out of battle but with such a low charisma score, it usually ends up with him getting clonked over the head and margaret jumping in before he's killed. keeps trying to give his gold to poor peasants they meet along the way. doesn't understand any of the mechanics. rolls so many nat1's that nobody will switch dice with him anymore, thinking his are cursed. the game is often more stressful for him then not, but he enjoys the time with his friends. dice of choice:

(I dunno, for some reason when I think of henry I think of a dark orange/amber).

potter: prolongs joining, thinking he's too old for it, but is also peer-pressured and eventually caves, thinking it'll be good for morale. chooses dwarf and for his class to be an old wizard. doesn't understand half the rules, spends most of the time muttering under his breath as he goes over the manual, radar (un)helpfully leaning in beside him to explain. but once he gets the hang of it is a good team member; is the only other person besides margaret to take the hints and puzzles seriously and without him (+her) the party would probably be making circles lost in some boundless woods somewhere. cheers his teammates on when they make a high roll or powerful move and only occasionally has outbursts ('well colonial sir, you need a 16 or higher to cast-' 'MULE FRITTERS! I said cast magic missile and that's an order!!!"). dice of choice:

(same thing - when I think of potter, I think a dark blue).

charles: the last of the group to get into it. completely refused and repeated that 'he was far too smart for that kids' stuff' and everyone was wasting their time. but when someone had to dip out of the campaign last minute to deal with a medical thing, charles was brought in as filler with the promise of a day's R&R. at first I thought high elf, but switched to dragonborne, of the noble variety of course. chooses sorcerer (blessed with some innate magic, as his ego prefers). constantly complains about the needless complexity of the rules and why bother having ability scores when it's the modifier that counts???? is always arguing with the dm on his rolls. uses up half of his turns to use mage hand to steal hawkeye's things or cast ray of sickness on him when he's being annoying - but, when it comes down to it, is one of the more strategic players and has gotten them out of many sticky situations. like margaret, is pretending he isn't having fun, but isn't immune to jumping up with the others over a saving nat20 role, at one time even excitedly picking up a confused radar. in the end, swallows his pride to shyly ask if he can join the party finally ('you know, it'll, uh..it will give me something to do during those boring intervals, and clearly this group needs all the brains it can get..' '..charles, you wanna come play with us?' 'well, if I must..'). dice of choice:

(the snootiest of dice, a pure gold colour).

mulcahy: also initially intimidated by the mechanics, but is happy to play a game with his friends. a possible half-elf or maybe a wise owlin. cleric, obviously. gets invested in the storyline, often applauding the dm's story or asking 'what happens next???" only to be told to wait till the next meet. one of the few who has actual healing spells and probably the only reason everyone didn't die in their first battle. a nerd who enjoys solving the puzzles. actually gets into the lore and one time had a deep, 2 hr conversation with radar & hawkeye about the disenfranchisement of some of the races and the hierarchy of the class/rule structure within the fantasy realm, and how it relates to theirs. the next day, radar came to his tent to show him a little sketch he did of his character in cleric robes, shrugging it off, but mulcahy loved it so much he pinned it up on his tent walls. dice of choice:

(inspired by one of my favourite mulcahy lines, when he's talking about missing holding services in real churches - 'I am rather fond of stained glass', which I always think of whenever I see stained windows. tried to pick the ones that emulated the colours best (also would've liked maybe a light, forest green colour; it just feels mulcahy-esque to me).

klinger: one of the first to join bc what else what he gunna do but sit in his tent, sewing up pantyhose? rogue class, of course, relating to the 'urchin' background. changeling race, so that way with his class he can hide at any moment, and also, as he says, 'can perfectly match his outfit no matter what he looks like!' tries to follow the storyline but doesn't have the attention span for it, half the time guessing the wrong answer to any clue or puzzle (will come and poke the dm awake in the middle of the night with his patrol gun, claiming to have figured it out). second after hawkeye to try and Fuck his way out of a situation. cannot do math to save his life, making margaret often rip his dice away from him to add it herself. will gang up with hawkeye to use his pickpocket skill on charles. resourceful enough to have tricked the villains multiple times and gotten away with it but will also roll to try and kick the villain in the nuts to see what happens. dice of choice:

(these just screamed klinger to me; I like the dark, 'masculine' colour contrasted with with the colourful flowers).

bj: thought I missed him? well, I saved the best for last bc bj...is the dm! ha ha! no one really in particular stood out, but after thinking on it, he seems like the best fit. first, I was thinking of the episode 'the kids' where he gets really into the story he's telling, full of voices and sound affects and all. and secondly, our kindly mustacheo'd doctor loves Mind Games and pranks - what better way then stringing his friends along into one big, zigzag puzzle? bj loves nothing more then having his friends on the edge of their seats, only to pull out a bad guy the group thought they got rid of months ago, glee in his eyes watching them combust into screaming and table flipping. getting a thrill during off hours, hearing hawkeye & charles hastily whisper across bunks to each other on the campaign thinking he can't hear them, or getting shaken awake by margaret in the middle of the night, demanding answers. he spends hours planning out the campaigns in the tent (and finding new places to hide his papers from hawkeye), sometimes writing peg about it and occasionally - if the timing of the mail is right - using her suggestions she writes back. but mostly, bj just loves watching his friends have a good time - cheering each other on and hollering with each battle won, feeling proud of them for everything accomplished (when he doesn't have to babysit hawkeye & charles from casting spells on each other, trying to answer radar's 49th question on how rolls work, or keep margaret from solo fighting the demon fifteen levels above her). dice of choice:

(idk, these just feel 'bj hunnicutt' to me).

other camp members: - frank: was only let in Once after margaret begged hawk & bj, saying it was only fair. initially picked human bc 'they're clearly the purest and most civilized race!!' (causing eyerolls), quit thirty minutes in after being told he couldn't be a fighter 'cause they already had margaret and that he couldn't just 'set all his abilities to 20', calling them all nerds and angrily throwing a d20, only for it to bounce back on the tent beam and hit him in the eye. - some of the nurses have occasionally filled in, but otherwise don't play outside of margaret (most of their time was filled up with hawkeye using his character to flirt with theirs). one time nurse kellye filled in; she played a cute little halfling druid, and her and radar teamed up to help rescue all the forest animals, much to the groups chagrin. - zale & igor: permanently banned. both tried to eat the dice on a dare.

campaigns are held twice a month in the swamp, with drinks and stale pretzels to go around. use to sometimes go all night but after one too many nights of clambering arguments over each other's rolls, the whole camp banded together to force a curfew. while the game only exists within the swamp's quarters, they'll once and a while jokingly call each other by their character's names (and if you're margaret, one time accidentally using it to call hawkeye to surgery, which he now never lets her live down). during the last campaign of the story, radar pulls out another drawing he did - this time of everyone's characters, standing valiantly over the dragon they slayed. it now has a place of honour hung in the swamp.

[awaytobeunshaken]

The More They Stay the Same

Orym is still sitting in the garden long after the rest of them have scattered. He still wishes Fearne had said something to him. He’s not sure if she really wanted it, or she just felt like she had no choice, but either way, it was over now. And she seemed satisfied, seemed to be bonding now, with Ashton, in their shared elemental powers. Good for them.

It did almost make him wish he’d taken up more of the druidic practices of the Ashari. He’d never really had much interest in it, or aptitude to be honest, and deep down he doesn’t really think he’d be as comfortable with that life, but he’s feeling more alone than he has since he started traveling with the old crew, and that's never bred anything in him but regret.

His ears perk up at the sound of footsteps crunching across burnt leaves, and he swivels his head around to see Ashton crossing the platform. Not the Ashton that walked away an hour or so ago; they’ve still got the lava rock arm, but apart from that it’s the same genasi form that Orym first met.

“Hey.” And he could swear his voice sounds smaller than it used to. “You’re back.”

Ashton seems to grasp his meaning, taking a long look at his arm before answering, “Yeah.” He sits beside Orym, bicep not quite touching his shoulder but close enough for him to rest against, if he wanted. He doesn’t, though, keeping his gaze off into the wilderness. “You know this doesn’t change anything between us, right? Between any of us.”

Orym shrugs. “What’s there to change?”

“Just, like, stuff like this, being able to check in with each other… Look, I’m not gonna go off and hook up with Fearne just because everyone seems to think we should.” Orym draws his knees in, hunching over them. “Hey, I mean it. We just both figured out some cool shit we can do, that’s all. I’m not stealing your best friend away from you.”

“I never even realized she was having reservations about it before. She never said anything about it to me. Maybe I’m not as good a friend as I thought.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I would’ve taken the shard myself, if I’d known. I was ready to take it today, if she hadn’t changed her mind.”

“Maybe that’s why she didn’t want to tell you. You, ah, don’t always show the highest concern for your own skin. And yes, I realize what a massive hypocrite I am to tell you that. Still, I’m not gonna lie, that would’ve been pretty cool.” He reaches over to tousle Orym’s hair, in an attempt to approximate Fearne’s fiery mane as best he could with the short strands. “We could’ve been, like, brothers. Or maybe not… fuck, I dunno. This is crazy.” They shake their head like they’re trying to knock something loose. “But I guess a lot of crazy shit has happened today.”

They turn towards Orym, and place their right hand on his cheek, and the stone is rough and dry and yet somehow it feels so alive as it guides his face toward Ashton’s. And Ashton’s lips are cool, and not rough at all, and they settle against Orym’s like they belong there, just for a moment before pulling away.

They’d come to the Feywild in an attempt to slow down time for a moment, but now it seems to have stopped entirely, Orym’s entire world resting between one heartbeat and the next. But as reality reasserts itself around him, he recalls what Fearne told him about what happened on the ziggurat. “So. You’re just giving those out to everyone, now?”

“Not this time.” Ashton’s eyes lose focus, his gaze drifting toward the background. “But, like I said, today’s been weird, so if you wanna just forget…”

They don’t get a chance to finish as Orym stands and leans in for another kiss.

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[inconmess]

So... definitely spoilers under this cut cuz holy shit the episode went all ways fucked today! But...

First things first, loved the ruthlessness of the Spider Queen and the gods kinda opening a channel of communication as to why they are insisting so much about champions and the urgency (especially the Matron and SQ)

That was a whole lot of physical, mental and emotional damage thrown all the fuck around so I go character by character

Morrighan, known the Crown Keepers for the shortest time and yet, the way she goes to preserve Opal's memories and her hesitation to leave but still knowing that she needs to go and giving Opal a promise to save her memories

Fy'ra accepting the Wildmother's call, jumping in on the Spider meeting because she cannot lose another sister, no matter what and just also watches as Dorian, Dariax and Morrighan leave, probably not knowing what motivated them to.

Cyrus was just in the sidelines. He didn't have to die 😭😭😭😭

Opal. Poor Opal. She didn't really know what was really at stake and now she has a corrupted memory or two, lost her Original name, her childhood and TED! And important info about her mother too, all due to the lack of communication between the SQ and her regarding the stakes.

And my god, Dorian and Dariax! I don't even know who to start with because they both took damage in a different yet equal level here?

I mean, I guess I will start with Dorian cuz... well, he lost his fucking brother and the way he couldn't even approach him one last time due to Opal's suggestion to find Orym? Not even allowed to process what happened, grieve and one of the last fucking things he did was not to talk to Cyrus but hit him in an attempt to save him and hear his screams and howls of pain? Wondering how much you ever knew your brother and now the responsibility that was upon his shoulders fall onto you? The Spider Queen taunting at your helplessness and just the cold ass way of just turning her own against her in some sort of a revenge? (a badass move by the way, "Kill your Mother") Going on a revenge spree. being lost and without purpose only to reunite with Bells Hells, another group of fucked up people after you leave Dariax. WHO SPECIFICALLY WAS FOLLOWING YOU??? BECAUSE HE WAS ALSO LOST ON HIS OWN??

And Dariax man. He was just asked by Opal to find Orym and so he goes, not understanding why they weren't going with him, not really understanding what happened to Cyrus initially and later on it just... hits him when the compulsion wears off and the betrayal he doesn't focus on because he follows Dorian and is worried about Dorian only for Dorian to leave him with his fucking lute in a, technically, unknown area? Now that's like two betrayals to process unless Dorian makes a fucking attempt to meet back up with Dariax again real soon cuz I swear to god you are just putting the sweetest person who just wants to support everyone down the deep end real quick cuz his sole purpose was to support Opal and she doesn't want him and now he follows Dorian and he also leaves him and I DON'T WANT THIS MUCH EMOTIONAL BAGGAGE ON DARIAX! I LOVED THE HIMBO THAT HE IS! OBSERVER LEAD HIM BACK TO DORIAN AND MAKE HIM WHACK HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH THE LUTE! KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO THE GENASI FOR ME! I want Dariax to meet Orym and the Hells and the meeting should be in the most unbelievable way and- (starts an idea for a fic)

(I mean, narratively I get it, Matt can't DM and play a PC character but really, leaving him cold shouldered like that? Come on man! I understand the motivation characterwise too but really??)

And don't get me started with the reunion. I am glad Dorian asked Keyleth for some support, man I really do. But the way the reunion was going on, I think they are really skipping over some of the serious stuff in an attempt to catch up (which, realistically is going to be a mess because it is a lot to catch up tbh) but the way some of the stuff which could've been talked a little bit more about but bottled up is like... a lot. And I want those conversations so bad. I want Dorian to sit down and tell Orym and Fearne about what exactly went down. I want the Hells to properly talk about Thull. I want them to lay everything out in the open. The Deals. The risks.

I said it once and I say it again. I want the fucking Bells Hells to play a game of What the Fuck is Up with That under a Zone of Truth and talk about every single fucking thing for a really long time and I need proper conversations. I really do. And I want them to stop avoiding stuff.

And my man Dorian. Get Dariax back. You can't give me a joking "bonus action, Double Ds kiss" and immediately abandon him in Zephrah. You cannot do it to my poor heart. Not after all the elder sibling feels I am going through. I am sorry but you cannot.

I am going to miss the Crown Keepers a lot man. I am going to miss them a lot. They were my intro to CR and it is so fucking emotional to see them disband like this in a heartbreaking manner.

Thank you @quidde for this lovely story you gave us with all the silliness and all the heartbreak 🥺🥺🥺

I think I am going to catch some sleep rn even tho it is the afternoon. After a conversation with my teacher which I totally forgot about shit.