#ooc: does this count as kinning—

[bldofthedrgn]

The Dragon Never Dies.

A story in which a Baratheon girl falls in love with a dragon prince ... slowly :)

warnings: too fluffy?? there isnt much crazy stuff happening its just part 1 just baelor being a flirt (maybe a little ooc?) fem reader, no physical description other than typical Baratheon hair color

word count: 1.5k

The sun gleamed brightly upon the onlookers of the tourney. In large stands surrounding two tilts sat lords, ladies, knights, squires, and other high-born strangers alike, all squirming with excitement for the days events. Y/n sat next to her father, Lord Gowen Baratheon and some other meek nobles amongst her father's closest allies. She had never quite enjoyed the company of many highborn ladies, with their gossiping and insipid rumors, and highborn men made her all the more weary.

Y/n's contempt for socialization never steered Lord Tully's eldest daughter Alice in the other direction, however. Sitting next to her best friend was the only thing that made the blinding sun shining in y/n's face worth it.

"Here", Y/n heard "take this". Y/n looked down to see Alice shoving something resembling a fancy stick in her hand.

"What is this?" Y/n questioned.

"It's a fan." A small giggle escaped the red-haired girls mouth at her friends confusion. "Storm's End tends to get quite balmy during the summer, does it not?"

Y/n's expression had become one of realization. "Pardon me, Alice. My mind is elsewhere at the moment." The young lady need not look to her best friend to know the look of question plauging her face. Y/n sighed. "I am hot and bored. I have never had a taste for tourneys, jousts or melees. Most men fight too brutish or too feebly, it makes for a tiresome battle. I might have a more pleasant time had any of these knights been .. more pleasant to look at."

"There are more contestants to come, maybe they will be attractive!" That was true enough, y/n's uncle had yet to arrive. Same to be said for Alice's brother. The thick haired brunette hoped that more knights had entered the lists forbye Edmund and her uncle, for Edmund would forever stay a sweet young boy in her eyes and she did not find the ancient Valyrian custom of wedding kin to kin too appealing.

Alice had always been a positive girl, a perfect balance to y/n's skepticism. Y/n simply nodded in acknowledgment and allowed her friend to prattle on about this knight or that, waiting ever impatiently for the damned thing to start.

A loud, gruff voice boomed throughout the stands. "The final three contestants!" Y/n was grateful to hear the herald begin his announcement. Thank the gods, this weather is unbearable.

"Lyonel of house Baratheon, the Laughing Storm!" Out rode y/n's uncle in his stag-emblazoned arms atop his strapping brown warhorse. Gods be good, Y/n thought. May the Mother have mercy and the Warrior lend my uncle strength.

The girl and her uncle had always been close, becoming akin to a second father to her after her own had been injured in the Blackfyre rebellion. During Lord Baratheon's time of need, the Laughing Storm took on the many responsibilities as needed of Lord of Storm' End. What's more, he took on the responsibility of family; providing comfort to his niece and good sister, praying nightly to the seven for his brothers return to health.

"Edmund Tully of House Tully, heir to Riverrun!" Edmund rode gallantly past the stands sending fanciful ladies in his immediate vicinity into a spiral of swoons, hair twirls, and giggles. Ever the charmer I see. Y/n could not deny that Edmund had grown to be a striking young man. Regardless, he would always remain the boy who'd follow her to her lessons clinging shyly to her skirts. The Baratheon girl gave Edmund a small smile in show of support, which he mirrored in thanks.

"Prince Baelor Breakspear of house Targaryen, The Hammer! Prince of Dragonstone, Protector of the realm, Hand of the King, Heir to the Iron Throne!" Y/n's eyes perked up at that particular announcement, having always had an infatuation with the history of the Dragon. Who wouldn't want to be a dragonrider?

Her eyes searched the gates with eagerness, hoping to catch a glimpse of the dragon prince through the shining sun rays that caught on her eyelashes.

Heavy hooves could be heard, followed by the shaking ground caused by Breakspears great destrier. A maginificent beast with a coat of hair midnight black, matching its riders own armour, tall and powerfully built. A perfect horse for a prince, y/n thought in awe as the prince started past the stands. She hadn't noticed, however, that the royal man had stopped his mount. And he had suspended his trot directly in front of her. Y/n's mind raced with confusion and worry when the broad chested man began to lift his helmet, afraid of what The Hammer himself could want with her. A part of her mind raced with girlish excitement, though y/n would never admit to that.

A mess of short dark hair emerged from his three-headed dragon winged helm, sticking slightly to his forehead from the heat. He truly looked as a Targaryen prince should. Mighty, strong, impermeable as a dragon. His armour, so black the metal swallowed any sunlight, with gold lining and Targaryen heraldry stamped across his chest and shield. Y/n could scarcely remove her eyes from his despite all his royal arms, with strands of his freshly cut storm-like hair falling so perfectly in front of the kind amethysts that sat beneath his steady brow. His face was clean shaven and his nose had a small crookedness to it, no doubt the result of a quarrel or two. Though, the twice-broken nose hadn't diminished his looks. Targaryen men have always been quite handsome, y/n thought to herself bashedly, but Baelor Breakspear was an animal of a different kind.

"Lord Baratheon, my lady." The crown prince bowed, ever the diplomat.

"My prince," y/n's father started, "it is an honor." The Baratheon lord had begun to sweat harder, a smooth sheen of sweat glistening above his brow, though only y/n had noticed. "I am in your service."

Breakspear had the grace to smile, his white teeth somehow seeming whiter in the bright of day. He even has a royal smile.

"I require no service of you, my lord" The prince's voice was not deep, but firm and unwavering holding a kind tone. "I simply wished to tell you that I am gladdened to see your recovery. You are an ally to the realm and a good friend, we have kept you and your good house in our prayers."

Gowen had been taken aback by the princes acknowledgments, though he would not let it show. The raven-haired stag bowed respectfully.

"I thank you, my prince. The recovery was long and hard, but gratefully I am not so easily felled." Lord Baratheon followed with a chuckle.

"That much is true." Prince Baelor offered a light chuckle in return. "I shall hope to treat with you later. And I shall humbly ask for the Lady Y/n's favour in the passes." At that moment the striking prince locked eyes with Y/n, having felt her stare since his trot up to the stands. The normally brazen and confident girl was at a loss for words. She much detested the formality of offering a knight your favour at a joust, but this was the prince of Dragonstone, the future King of the Seven Kingdoms. She could feel her cheeks burning and her chest begin to thump violently, and then came a sharp push to her ribcage.

"Give him the wreath!" Alice scream-whispered into the frozen girls ear. Y/n had never actually been asked for her favour at any tourney, despite her contempt. She had never really been approached by any man seeking more than sin, and even those were few and far between.

The girl began to move, descending as gracefully as her legs would allow in her nervousness. Grabbing a small ringlet of flowers, red and pink, woven together by stem and golden thread, y/n lowered herself over the edge of the stand she sat in.

"I wish you good fortune, my prince." Y/n could no longer hold his stare, her stomach a fury of nerves at the intensity which the Hand studied her with.

"Thank you, my lady." The prince lowered just enough to be in the newly timid girls eye line, forcing eye contact. "Your favour shall give me fortune enough for victory." He winked, small enough for only her eyes, she'd hoped. With a charming smile prince Baelor began his stroll toward his end of the tilt, head held high, waving to the stands of loyal subjects.

Y/n slunk back to her seat, curling her body inward in hopes to conclude with the endless perceiving she had just fallen victim to. She could not deny that interaction had made her flustered, as a princes affection is no small thing. No, she told herself, affection was not present. He was solely being kind, in respect to my father. Simply a formality.

The young lady of house Baratheon could not have been more misguided.

A/n: If u made it this far, thank u for reading :3 this is just part 1 bc im unfortunately a yapper and will make this a slow burn by accident. part 2 to come soon <3 hope u enjoy !

[fuckingaroundatfreddys]

Mod Springtrap ~ Intro Post

"He will come back, he always does..."

Hi there, I'm Mod Springtrap lmao, and I just joined- anyways my pronouns are she/her, he/him, and they/them! (One of my kins uses She/Her/Void, so that kinda counts too)

I've joined the FNaF community since FNaF 3 was out and has always been a proud member of the community I think I have a pretty good grasp on the lore

I'm also in the Gacha FNaF and DSaF communities, as well as many others, but I'll be posting those on my main account, not over here. Sorry!

Requests are open! I will be able to do anything (as long as it's not NSFW related or anything too triggering and/or illegal. I may be a mod portraying a role of a child murderer, but I won't go THAT far.)

Code:

OOC / 💚🌸 - Out of Character

IC / 💜🐇- In Character

I Do:

QnA (OOC & IC)

Maybe fanart

Probably advertising my own YouTube channel

Roleplay (IC)

Lore discussion

Theory discussion

GORE POSTING /j (I mean unless one of the mods are okay with me writing a detailed description about my experience as a Springtrap ki-)

Etc

That's all I got lmao, cya soon!

"...We have a place for him"

[strawberrii-milktea]

who’s ready for some 💫✨fuckassery✨💫

[explxsiveoutcxst]

((I hate the cloud man, he has no right being this fun to draw I think I just draw the people I hated most from my kin canons as some sort of weird coping mechanism at this point, let the Feels out in art yknow,,,yeah idk man))

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Didn't have anything to so but here's this.

made before Snezhnaya, and maybe ooc for any of the characters.

No beta read, tried to write it all out when it was still fresh. (Unedited)

Fatui agenda, (possible yandere?) Capitano x reader

The Witch, the Knight and the Dragon.

Shrouded in mystery, there lived a witch. Whose whole life in devoting her time to others. A noble cause, though not everyone pay too kindly to that notion.

"You're not my daughter!" He scorned.

"Deciever!" She cursed.

"Murderer!" They accused.

Focusing on your 'imperfections' instead of aiding, caused the fair maiden to flee from your kin to a solitary journey. Dreary is the woman with a siren voice.

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As if the world has heed your plea, a Knight has entered her tiny life. He had heard rumors of a monster that has luring people to their deaths, only to find a lovely ewe instead.

With only your haunting hum as guidance. There you were in a meadow of flowers where a tiny hut is on the horizon. No words were exchanged, only him merely watching you sing to yourself, dainty hands play around with the flowers that laid beside you.

You did does noticed him, those burning stares behind your back is all you needs to know. At first you thought it was a mitachurl that manage to find the place this time, you had learnt your lesson from the last people that has ventured into your abode. Nothing but trouble if one were to interact, with just the voice you could might as well be a murderer if one were to count all who heard the soul-stirring voice.

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This continued on until the knight has left the area, where you can finally go home. Then the next day... So on and so forth.

During one of the nearly daily visits. You weren't there, instead a wreath that was made was placed there for him to have.

To have him as company, for you thought it would be rude to not thank him. Soon those wreaths turned into pressed flowers, then a tiny acorn trinket accompanied by a feather as a good luck charm.

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"Honestly." sighing, your back still facing him, currently in hand is another set of wreath for him.

"I thought you would leave if I just stayed quiet... But, thank you.. Really, just having another person with me means alot. Please sit down here with me. " Patting the ground next to you, beckoning him.

It took a moment of silence before the metallic clinks of metal grew closer to sat down on the patch of land.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll set up some chairs for the both of us... What kind of refreshments do you want, something cold?" (H/c) woman had assumed of his preference since it is a sunny day. Going by the heavy clothes he's wearing, he lives deep within the crevices of Teyvat that the sun would never dream of reaching with it are the fearsome hails that rained down on her people.

A sad and forlorn look appeared, knowing you would have to say goodbye at one point before parting. Or even worse, without even a farewell. Loneliness grew within, only to be snapped out of your thoughts. "Which ever you have." He replied. It made you smile a bit, "then cold mint tea it is."

"It's more nicer to talk to you like this." Your voice seemed a little rough, like it's your first time talking.

The knight in armor nodded, though. It does frighten you to actually see him right now. That his image towers over your own , if he wanted. He could just grab you and the whole body would just snap like a thin glass.

"Apologies that there isn't much to do in this place." Still, you have to maintain a level of composure just like what you practiced all those years ago.

"It doesn't need to... But how will you defend yourself against the monsters that roam aimlessly? " He asked, curious since if the rumors were to be true. Then he might take action.

"A lady has her ways." The maiden replied, not wanting to spill. Earning a huff, not sure if it is an exaperate one or amusement.

With a long silence between them, the man stood up. "Leaving so soon?" Sorrow can be heard from your voice.

"Do not worry, I will come back. Your name?" He looked back after he had stop and gotten a few feet away from your spot.

"_____. Yours?" Curious since there is no mention of a last name.

"it isn't important. Get home, the sun will set soon." He started to walk away.

______ wanted to stop him and ask him to stay longer, but the fear of rejection is stronger than the swelling words stuck in your throat. (e/c) eyes only looked at his slowly disappearing form.

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"Sir Capitano, here are the files you have requested." A fatui agent bowed and handed over the documents that contained information about a certain flower lady.

The agent would question, but even they don't have the luxury of questioning their orders. Least they want the receiving end of the horrendous things Capitano would have done to them.

Capitano wave his hand and the agent went away. It has been at least two weeks since their first meeting, its maddening as he try to wreck his mind for answers that'll satisfy his own questions.

Dark thoughts seeped in, as that woman doesn't seem to be tainted by the cruel world. maybe perhaps he could have asked the Tsaritsa to let him have a little ewe under his care.

A knock breaks his train of thoughts, "enter." Another agent entered and bowed.

"Sir, the Tsaritsa calls all Harbingers to mourn La Signora's passing from the Shogun's execution." Short, concise, like he trained them to do.

"The departure would be by this dawn, Sir." The room suddenly felt suffocating the moment that phrase left the agent's mouth.

"I-it was an order from Lord Harbinger Pulcinella." They added, hastily.

"Very well, you may leave." They left, it took alot to not slam his fist upon the desk and throwing his chair in the process. He's a professional, a Harbinger! Not some child.

Looking at the clock in the room, it is rather late. Letting out a deep sigh before getting up to leave.

He had informed a maid to pass the message that their departure is scheduled.

Capitano followed the trail he usually takes, though what he didn't expect is the ruffians that dared to eye his ewe's home.

Normally, he doesn't want to waste his time on those beneath him. But in this case.

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Voila, _____. Sweeping the floors for the night. For the last couple of weeks, you had been in high spirits as of late. Humming out a tune while working.

"Sing sweet, nightingale..." Your angelic voice can be heard from outside. Unbeknownst to you of the screams of terror in the distance. Truly in your own wonderland once given the chance to open her candied mouth.

Soon (body shape) body started to move along with the song. Twirling, prancing until noticing Capitano by the window. Dropping the broom and went over to open the door.

"it- it's dark outside, please come in." with a voice cracked, there was an odd metallic smell to him. "Sorry, let me get you something to drink. " Led him to a makeshift sofa, considering the chairs here are too thin before leaving to the kitchenette.

Capitano took his chance to survey his surroundings. The mattress is in the living room, a couple of drawers, basket. From the empty frames down to the speck of dust on the window sill, he had taken note of everything.

"It isn't much." ____ had come back with some bread and cheese, and a glass of water. Hardly filling for a woman like you. Almost making Capitano to abandon the original plan and take the little ewe with him instead. But no, he must be patient.

"I came here without notice, I was only worried." A smile appeared on your face when he replied, setting down the plate and glass on the table.

"I'm glad an ordinary girl like me makes your worry." Trying to joke but didn't get a reply from him.

Awkward silence comes back in, only the crackling of the hearth and candle illuminated their vision. Which makes it even more breathtaking for him to just look at you and enjoy their company. Not before noticing the time, he has to leave.

"I'm sorry to take anymore of your time but, ____. I'll be leaving. " He stood up, leaving as fast as he were coming here this late at night.

"where are you going..?" Your voice trembled to ask, but he didn't reply. ____ didn't know if it was out of fear being left behind again or what, all you knew that you're out of the house "I'll be here." Proclaimed as you were trying to run after him. "I'll be waiting for you here, so please. Come and find me!" Tiny legs tripped over, like a desperate cry.

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262 days, that was the last he has seen her. It was only until recently he could see the woman of his dreams. He had sent an agent to watch over his little ewe in his stead. So far the reports consist, cleaning the house, eat, foraging and ending with a pass time on the bed of flowers.

"woah- ohhooo! Capitanoooo!" Beamed a certain ginger haired boy running after him. The armored Harbinger turned around, if he weren't so scary. Childe would have laughed instead.

"You're free right now, right?" If Childe were to have a tail, it'll be wagging non stop.

"Talk to Pulcinella instead." Capitano huffs, he has no time for this. Everything must be perfect when he set his sights on his previous post. He had local literature, and some composition papers for the dearly beloved pet in hand. Of course, he would gift your own coat once with the agreement to come with him.

He was about to smile from the inside of his helmet until Childe tried to drop kick the battle war lord. Countering it with a swift swat with his backhand. Making the battle lusted man outside on the ground.

"Do not test me Childe." Capitano scolded before leaving.

"p'tooy!" Childe spat out some of the dirt that got in his mouth.

"Well, did you get anything from him?" Sandrone, still being carried by her machine asked him.

"What do you think?" He groaned as he stood up.

"We'll find out soon what he's hiding.." her faint voice seems like she's up to something.

"Wonder what happened." Childe wondered as he rubbed his back, looking at where Capitano gone to.

"Maybe a little prospect of him finding something worth his time?" The Regrator suggested behind them, with eyes closed followed by an eerie smile.

"You mean, like someone stronger than me..?" Childe asked curiously.

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'Not a single letter from him, would a carrier even know how to find this place?'

Another annoyed sigh escaped from _____'s lips. laying down on the plot of flowers, with a book in hand. Something that had been read time... And time again.

'The Thrilling tales of Dragon slayers. ' it was the only thing you could find that could satiate social needs. Only opening it halfway before placing it on your (bust size) chest. (E/c) eyes stared up at the sky.

Had wish for freedom like the birds or anyone with an anemo vision. Yearning for something to do with your own life...

Not even Celestia, could grant you the most simplest thing you wanted. Then again, it is probably too much to begin with.

Lately, you could have sworn someone was looking at you. Especially during laundry, thinking the mysterious knight came back. Only to realize, no one's there.

Saddened, you've been thrown back in your own old ways. Knowing it's your own selfish wish, had you gone mad? Surely you are, in your own opinion. Tears fell down your (complexion) face, eyes closed until slipped into slumber with the bright sun shining down her.

Unbeknownst to you, a single amber had place upon the wood of your home. Waking up to a nightmare. The burning scent of your tiny lodge, fire started to spread from it. Unlike last time you were confronted with a problem, you didn't run away. The solemn promise had made with your admirer beckoned you to grab a bucket of water from a near by stream to put a halt to the raging inferno.

"Over here!"

"who-?" Surprised when another person was willing to help.

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Capitano didn't expect that it would be this late the moment they set foot on land. Heavy crunches of leaves crinkled under his steps. He couldn't wait to see his beloved ewe, that is until the waft of burnt wood entered his sense.

He picks up the pace, he couldn't hear that lovely voice that would always call out to him.

At the meadow, is nothing but ash. "____!" He called out, going closer. The dust only trailed behind him as him running disturbs them.

"Sir!" A Fatui agent yelled to get his attention. Over the yonder, where the fire seem to stop by the river. A cryo maiden had been keeping _____ company, who seemed to cry herself to sleep. The mop of (h/c) laid on the cryo woman's lap, some soot manage to got onto your face.

"she had insisted to stay here and wait for you, Sir Capitano." Call it sense of pride that it welled up in Capitano's chest. Delighted that his little ewe want his presence.

"Let us get her back at the residency... And make sure to file a report on this matter." Scooping up the frail woman, he realized. You're much lighter than he originally thought.

"Understood, sir!" The cryo stood up and dusted herself off.

It was a long walk until the Fatui base, they weren't scheduled to leave until the 7th moon had risen. Capitano isn't going to lie, but the peaceful look upon his ewe's face is sweet as lace. But in a case like this, you would need a lot of space.

Finding it undeniably adorable of her when your arms wrapped around him once he tried to set you down on his bed. "Warm..." Mumbling in sleep, ironically. There's nothing warm on his metallic armor, unless you count the heavy coat that was meant for heavy winter.

Capitano didn't have a choice but to join the ewe in slumber. The bed creaked at the weight of another person joining in. Soon time had the smaller woman cuddle up close to him. So close that your face is agaisnt his broad chest, hand too. Like a lover would.

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Finally awaken, surrounded by unfamiliar things, even the room is thrice as big as your own home. No one but you on the bed. A knock sounded, "excuse my intrusion." A person entered, it was a maid with a trolley. Quietly they placed a warm meal on the table.

"please enjoy, miss _____. Master Capitano is expecting you soon. Do you have a preferred outfit?" The maid asked.

"I-I'm fine with my clothes. Where am I?" Now sitting down despite what happened, the flower lady needs answers.

"you're in Capitano's chambers, a temporary residency for the Fatui." Fatui, you had heard rumors of them before. None of them were as noble than the one from last night's incident.

"I ... I see.." the (h/c) woman sighed a bit.

"No need to feel so sadden, my lady. Sir Capitano would be pleased to see you awaken." The maid's face seem to smile, yet there's a bit of fright in them.

"I-I'm sure.." looking down at the tray, this this surely more than what she usually eat..

"who is Lord Capitano?" A question left your mouth, like a ghost, the maid is gone. Presumably went to fetch some beverage. It felt like an eternity when the meal given to you was finished. Swiftly, there's already a set of clothes for you to wear. You swear that maid is like a ninja or something from Inazuma.

After a quick bath, with a help of a maid to get there. You insisted on bathing yourself, the water felt nice on your skin. That quickly followed to dressing yourself up, it was a thin white dress. The material is soft almost cotton like.

Looking at yourself on the mirror, not being able to recognize yourself. Just a woman with white apparel that could easily be affiliated with religious people, the design is simple. But even that could cost you, your house for it.

Before you could talk to the maid about who is Capitano, the same knight from months ago entered.

"I assumed there is no problems?" He asked, the maid stepped away from you and bowed to him.

"none at all Sir." "Dismissed." With one word, out of the door she goes.

"Are you feeling better, ewe?" He asked after the silence between you two, tilting your head at the pet name.

"yes, a little bit.." Fiddling your hands out of nervousness. Didn't expect him to come back even though you did told him you'll be there, even if your home went up to flames.

"I-I'm sorry to meet you like this. I would have some dried fruits and iced mint tea to offer to you as payment..." Tears started to fell, as you didn't know what caused your home. No one but him has discovered the secret haven. Tears started to fell as the people that painted her as a witch, showed only a lamb to be pushed for needless slaughter.

"no need... Little ewe, for now on. You're coming with me." You couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"what?" He huffs, "unless you want to go back to that broken home. It is best to be under me, where I can keep an eye on you." Answering you.

"What if I'll get in the way? What would you do if because of me people..." Tears fell down more. As if the man before you didn't commit any atrocious deeds to obtain your information.

"I'm not called a Captain without a reason. Rest assured, little ewe." He gotten near, an arm around your body to 'comfort' you.

Oh little Ewe, even when the Gods above tries to separate you with your Dragon. It only strength his dark resolve for their own arrogance to do the will of the Tsaritsa and have you by his side as one of her people to shepherd. Afterall, what is a bewitching witch without her knight to protect her?

Just realized half way through, that the story kinda resembles La Signora's backstory... Should I even dare to replace her as temporary Harbinger? Or maybe even a pretender to make her seem more .. fit? Idk.

I'm sorry that the pronouns and the you's are all mixed up. I couldn't decide on which pov.

Thinking of either having Pantalone or Childe fics next. Do you guys want Arlecchino and Columbina in here as well? It is a first time for me to write a lesbian fic, but I didn't want to ruin the fun with my incredibly lacking experience.

Criticism is welcomed since this is a first fic and i wanted to get use to it so I can improve..

(genshin requests are available)

[placetofangirl]

Reasons you should vote BMF2021 (us, sexy & perfect) over COCC2021 (flavourless, elementary)

/rp /j

Recently a mockery had been made of the honest work done by the political parties of tntblr, establishing a (lame imo) stance in favor of Obama as C!Wilbur's kin. Here are some reasons to keep your distance from these delusional few who support it:

1. The offending party COCC2021 claims of common ground between C!Wilbur and former president of the united states Barak Obama include the two being presidents in the past. This suggests the two share their Kin with both Tubbo, Quackity and Jschlatt, a claim which is irrational at best.

2. The offending party also promotes Viagra, while it is known C!Wilbur focuses his trade in cocaine and weed. You know what uses its cock and eats weeds? Rabbits.

3. Rabbits are much less intelligent than Obama anyway. Meaner too. Sounds like C!Wilbur doesn't it?

4. Seriously when has former president Barak Obama ever chosen violence? Would a kin of Obama agree power's gained from swords? Obviously, C!Wilbur shows a greater similarity to the fluffy yet murderous bunny.

5. As well documented online, BMF2021 stands as the first party to claim ironic humor by choosing a Kin for C!Wilbur which is neither cat, dog or anything between them, which COCC2021 only attempted to mimic. It is therefore overdone.

6. The name of the party BMF2021 takes after the common trope so far of animal aligned sounds (In our case, bunny sounds) while also standing for both Badass MotherFucker and Bunny MotherFucker. This showcases our party's adaptability and creativity.

- Unlikewise, COCC2021 does not follow the lovable trope, considering Obama's signature sounds are not COCC but instead "Yes you can". We believe the COCC2021 had instead resorted to "funny word in name" for a motive, which is pretty unclever.

7. They have repeated attempts at this, writing words such as cum with very little context for comedic affect. This, however, may be a side affect of the party being ran by C!Quackity kinnies

8. Adding onto the claim of COCC2021 having unclever humor, note that their reasoning for people to vote for the party includes that "it's funnier than BMF2021". This is directly referencing the original and superior layout of the BMF2021 party. For farther reference, view reason #22 to vote BMF2021.

9. To add farther background to points #5, #6, #7 and #8, COCC2021 has as we all know attempted to gaslight voters into believing in a kinship between C!Wilbur's and former president Barak Obama, counting on Barak's position as a meme for keks. That is, disregarding a much more based political figure C!Wilbur could have kinned, although still less based than a bunny. We are of course referencing Alexander Hamilton, someone who actually took place in a revolution and who C!Wilbur draws inspiration from. This demonstrates not only the party's immorality, but also its desperation for humorous takes that obviously cost them in accuracy. Their methods are crooked, and their presentation of C!Wilbur is entirely OOC.

10. Notably, COCC2021 had taken a stance against any and all animal kinships for C!Wilbur, meaning none of the party's followers will ever be allowed to claim pet names for him ever again. Who would wish that for themselves? Certainly not C!Wilbur.

11. For reference, COCC2021 has shown zero tolerance towards any and all animal boy!C!Wilbur believers; Followers of niche animal kin truther groups for C!Wilbur such as the not yet registered fishboy party would have to be badly bamboozled to make any sort of alliance with them.

Don't believe it? Refer to COCC2021's demands for joining their end, "You pledge your vote to the party".

We at BMF2021 have reasons to believe C!Wilbur himself would never be interested in a deal that shady.

12. To add insult to injury, COCC2021 has used in their campaigns flags belonging to the twice exploded L'manberg. This perfectly proves the fact that said party does not know C!Wilbur's heart, seeing as he himself chose to destroy it in the past.

13. If still unconvinced, we would like to say they have cooties and you should stay away from them anyway

In conclusion, despite the overwhelming propaganda being spread around in favor of the COCC2021 party, we mustn't fall victim to cultist beliefs such as these. Make sure to keep a calm mindset for our collective voting BMF2021 in the upcoming elections. Stay safe, keep your friends and pets safe in these trying times!

[newsnerd-ooc]

Blogroll Summer 2020

Latilda Rommel @latilda-rommel

FC: Jodie Whittaker

One of my oldest characters in the WoWverse, Latilda Rommel is an enigma in her own right. Originally a journalist for her own paper, the fates drew her elsewhere to another adventure. Now she has found herself wrapped in the adventures of forces beyond our world, of Watchers and Fighters, of demons and darkness. As of June 2020, she will begin her biggest challenge yet, in facing what it means to be an Eternal Traveler. And yet she rarely loses her playful, friendly energy among the average man. If you are looking for adventure, look to her.

Looking for

Adventure! If you are wanting someone who can offer a small DMed adventure, Latilda is a reliable character for that. I have a few things I can toss at those wanting such a challenge.

Friends: something she and I need to do better is bother people. So we’ll be attempting to do better in coming weeks and months.

Rivals: Lat is chaotic good. So if you are looking for a challenge, she is happy to help.

Elyza Morrowbranch @morrowbranch

FC: Stephanie Beatriz

A Warden of the Kaldorei, Elyza Morrowbranch has lived and breathed war for nearly 10,000 years. It is who defines her. As a former operative of SI:7, Elyza has played human political games as well as those of her people, and does her best to offer a protective blade and shield to her kin, no matter the cost. She is looking for

Service: Elyza serves as a lead officer among the Wardens, both training and guiding those who need guidance. Whether you desire training or a blade at your side, she can be amended. Plus points for Kaldorei

Contacts: Elyza has mixed feeling about most races from the Eastern Kingdoms, seeing their actions as ignorant and stupid. She is willing to communicate with those who will listen. But it will be a tense moment

Horde opposition: Elyza despises the Horde, despite the opposition. She would prefer to see them burn. So if you want some conflict? Happy to oblige

Lethea Netherstrike @netherstrike

FC: Tessa Thompson

A former Warden herself, Lethea has served in the Outlands as a gun-for-hire since the fall of the Black Temple. A flirty fighter, she offers a light-handed approach to those who will listen. As of late, she has seemed off, in part due to the torture and modifications that came at the hand of another. She is seeking:

Contracts: need something hunted? She is your gal. Or perhaps you are the prey. We can arrange a reason for you to be hunted.

Contacts: we all need these.

Coping mechanisms: maybe you offer illicit substances, or ways to refixste on what matters in life. Alcohol. Drugs. You name it. She has an increased interest due to some recent changes in her body

More alts below: 

Dr. Iris Plaguebloom @iris-plaguebloom

FC: Ruth Negga/Jodie Comer

A reclusive Ren’dorei medical official in her own right, Iris once specialized in poison and plague for the Sin’dorei. When her work was found legally questionable, she departed and joined the void elves as a street surgeon and plague doctor for hire. She lives in the back streets of Duskwood, offering a blade of a needle for the right coin. She desires

Employment: having vagrants pay to have scars sewn up is little coin in the grand scheme. She needs real money. If you would appreciate a private surgeon, she is available.

Experiments: poisons need a warm body to be tested on, as do experimental techniques. Perhaps your abrasion is the perfect tool for such an expression?

Exploitation: Iris is designed explicitly to have zero magic badass powers. But I would love to see her magically corrupted or taught to use her Void abilities. Maybe by someone with less than pleasant intentions.

Anaanke @holy-anaanke

FC: Chloe Grace Moretz

Once a young Lightbound Draenei under Exarch Yrel, her actions found herself severed from her own timeline and placed in our own. A sister of battle in her own way, she offers a challenge and abrasive personality in a world tainted by the dark. She is looking for:

Guidance: how must a holy warrior act in a world where the shadow is allowed to coexist? This is what Anaanke must learn to cope with.

Greatness: the warrior wishes to make her name for herself; in the name of the Light. Will you ally with her? Or stand away.

Anaanka @fiery-anaanka

FC: Chloe Bennet

An MU Draenei driven from her home in Outland; the young Draenei summoned the elements to guide her and defend her home. She became a fiery personality, mixing the martial arts of the Pandarens with the fury of the elements. She now has to deal with the fact that her own self ended up coming to her, except as a light-infused crusader filled with zeal. (Anaanke and Anaanka are the same character, for the record. Just two contrasting timelines) she seeks:

Drinking buddies

Sparring buddies

Employers

The mun: @newsnerd-ooc

A 27 year old male writer, Nerd works consecutively in the field of sociology and journalism for their employment. Nerd is a huge fan of roleplay, whether in private stories, community DnD campaigns, or large public WoW-based roleplay. He drinks far too much Diet Coke, tends to be particularly isolationist, and has way too many nerdy interests to count. He is Roleplaying with the particular interests of:

Discord roleplay: this is a preferred format, in part due to the flexibility of the medium as well as time restraints. Post when you can, of course!

In-game roleplay: starting in August, Nerd will be far more free for roleplay in-game, whether it is guild shenanigans or other things. The writer will be around.

Fixating on Mains: Latilda and Elyza both have the most RP history and will get priority if offered. However, if any specific character will work for your story, do not hesitate to approach.

Long-term arcs; several of nerd’s characters will play a significant part in driving toward Shadowlands, and would love to discuss crossover interests or how to make fun stories. There is an overarching storyline that involves many of Nerd’s alts, but that does not mean other stories cannot be pursued.

Thanks for reading this far. Any questions? Nerd can be found here on this blog or at News Nerd#4200 on Discord.

[hall-of-merlin2]

Magic, Monsters and Merthur - 1x03 - (Magic)

Been a while, hasn’t it?

Alright so I totally forgot to post the two other parts for this episode. I just put so much into the Merthur part that I... kind of got sick? Blergh, that was awful.

Magic is way more fun! A little recap.

Two prophecies for the world, we got the bad timeline. Magic is a living Being that blessed humans, but humans didn’t like that it didn’t give them god-like powers over all of nature, so they made their own blessings purely out of spite and they fought something that shouldn’t even be fight-able, or even like... physical, and won.

What the Episodes taught us.

1x01 - Teleportation is a thing, but is apparently complicated. Veil spells - covering ones form with a look that deceives human eyes, but not the world. Dragons were so fancy they re-purposed Druidspeak to turn it into Dragonspeak - a similarly echo-y way of communication. Imagine snapping your fingers to a tune and doing magic at the same time. A dream scenario, but nothing to confirm such an amazing possibility. Merlin is resistant to sleep magic, or in other words, enchantment magic (Stuff that puts people under a spell, different from amulets that put people under a spell.). Amulets can be shattered - they can break under a certain amount of force applied and the spells they were keeping alive break at the same time. Quite a useful way to render a sorcerer harmless.

1x02 - Human lives are not higher than those of animals - I refuse to accept anything else, and I made up a whole theory of how the Cup of Life doesn’t take lives, just life-force, which every living being has, to continue my theory. Which means that any life is worth another’s life, even a flower’s, and making dead material into living things is a trend that just keeps going.

Let’s see what bullshit the afanc can do!

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00:40

(Wow thanks subtitles…)

Anyway if you’ve heard it, then you know it’s similar to what Merlin used to revive stone. So it’s the same spell with little variations depending on what material you’re using.

Apparently, I WAS A GODDAMN FOOL FOR THINKING THAT.

I was going to somehow find the spell that Nimueh used here and then put it through a translator to see what it meant, but some very dedicated people on the wiki have already done that for me.

Yes, there is a Merlin Wiki, there’s a wiki for everything but I was just shocked how much information it held on everything…

And… The only difference is Nimueh calls the afanc “ancient” or “old” and Merlin just skips that and tells the stone to wake up already (as you do).

It WOULD have been fun if there was ONE spell that made DEAD material ALIVE, but it CHANGED based on what MATERIAL you USED.

But no. Clay is more ancient than stone. That’s all.

*Writes this down on “Reasons I’m adding to the magic”*

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01:45

Those rocks look familiar.

Because of that… not even fact, I used to think that Nimueh was just hiding out in one of Camelot’s deepest caves, very far away so no one could find her. Dumb idea, but imagine how many creatures would reside in these caves if they really were that large? Unending magical creatures attacks from somewhere underneath Camelot and the knights having to storm some “stronghold” of the creatures – that’s a whole episode!

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16:36

Yeah… I’m not gonna try to explain how the hell healing spells work. Mostly because… I’m not sure the sorcerers know themselves.

Are there magical herbs at all? Or are simple herbs given better healing qualities through the use of magic? Are the herbs there as a placebo and healing magic doesn’t need anything but the incantations that all other magic needs?

There is one type of healing magic that I CAN explain, but that’s… Oh boy that’s in another season, and only relevant there.

But does any of this matter, really? Should we just accept that spells are spells and leave it at that?

I wanna leave it at that. It’s way more fun just thinking of what ways those spells can be used.

(I know that the whole point of this part of the re-watch is to try and fill in the gaps that the show left, but... Spells and what they do have always been iffy for me. I don’t like them, I don’t even know why. I like “silent” spells, or magic that you can do without speaking, I actually have no good reason for why I like that more and hate spoken spells and spells with rituals and specific materials.

Oh wait I did say why I hate them... But who read that rant anyway?

Not me, apparently.)

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33:25

Oh no this line spiraled yet another theory.

This is taken from my “Too many reasons to hate Kilgharrah”, a book that I’m not sure when I’ll release since paper is scarce.

(I also think that everything Kilgharrah does is to somehow manipulate Merlin and get him to trust him.)

(Oh and assuming innocent and meaning-nothing lines have actually incredible meaning and are definitely hiding something is… The basis of this whole theory, I’m only staying in-character.)

***

Kilgharrah already knew of the afanc before Merlin came to him. Yes, you could say that Merlin hadn’t come to him before, so his advice on how to defeat it isn’t just another attempt to get the warlock to rely on him, but how did Kilgharrah know? If the dungeon he’s trapped in is connected to the other dungeons and the one Nimueh is doing her thing in, and the chain is long enough for him to reach and see her, why didn’t he call Merlin the moment he found out? A creature of his knowledge knows what the afanc does and he knows Camelot is in grave danger, what was he waiting for? For someone important to Merlin to die? Was he just petty and thought that half of Camelot getting destroyed was funny? What if it would have deterred Merlin further from him, make him leave Camelot, did this lizard really not think of that? Did he want Nimueh’s plan to succeed? Does Kilgharrah feel any kind of attachment to Nimueh? She is of the Old Religion. Maybe he feels that they are kin and he doesn’t wish for her plan to fail.

And if this has nothing to do with Nimueh at all and he doesn’t even know she still exists, then what reason would he have to withhold information? If he felt the afanc moving through the water, why didn’t call to Merlin and warn him? No excuse.

But when Merlin comes by, he has no choice. He tells him how to beat the afanc, but says nothing about Nimueh. He probably knows that she’s smart and she will see what Merlin is capable of and… who knows what she’ll attempt next.

Kilgharrah is willing to bet she doesn’t want to kill Merlin.

(ALSO MERLIN COULD HAVE KILLED THE AFANC HIMSELF, BUT OF COURSE, LET’S TRY TO HAMMER HOME THE IDEA THAT HIM AND ARTHUR ARE SUPPOSED TO BE WORKING TOGETHER EVEN MORE SO MERLIN COMES TO TERMS WITH THE IDEA THAT HE HAS TO BE A SERVANT ALL HIS LIFE.)

***

That bit about Nimueh being of the Old Religion and Kilgharrah sort of… being an accomplice of hers, it…

It made me think that the dragons and the Old Religion used to be connected.

And with how Kilgharrah manipulates Merlin and then how Nimueh is a slave to prophecies – that’s probably because the dragon told her of the prophecies.

I think that the dragons used to rule over the members of the Old Religion.

Why not, right> Dragons are powerful, they’re knowledgeable, why not turn a few puny humans to their side? It would help to know more things, and it would stroke their egos just a bit more.

I’ve literally no basis for this idea, but knowing that Dragonlords exist, it makes you think.

Why would dragons allow/need humans to speak to them? I honestly don’t think that Dragonlords are natural. Commanding dragons? Humans? What about eggs hatching? Why the fuck couldn’t an egg just… hatch like all other eggs do? How is a dragon’s soul equal to a human’s – the two don’t even have similar magic among them! Their bodies decay differently, their thinking is different, how can the two’s souls be considered brothers if the human part of the soul retains no memories of past reincarnations? It’s like it’s a new soul, and the thing that’s actually passed down after death (HOW COULD IT BE A SOUL THAT’S PASSED DOWN IF A PERSON WAS PERFECTLY FIND WITHOUT THIS QUESTIONABLE GIFT UP UNTIL THEIR FATHER DIED?) is just a type of magic. A very specific type of magic, that’s coded to only be passed down this way, and to work in the way that it’s described – a dragon’s soul is felt like that of a sibling’s.

I think… I think that Dragonlords were a thing created by the Old Religion sometime after dragons tried to rule over them. This caused the tables to turn, and suddenly the Old Religion had knowledge of the Draconic prophecies, which Nimueh actually seems to follow.

This is far-fetched, obviously. The two prophecy sets were far-fetched. But I’m nothing if not a stubborn believer in going big or going home.

And oh boy the documents of text for each episode each have like… 5k+ words. It doesn’t count the screencaps, otherwise, the character number would be in the hundred thousands.

I am not even halfway of going big.

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35:25

So the afanc is a beast born of clay, needs considerable power to be conjured, and we all know Merlin has enough power to do that so the stone-resurrecting is not ooc. Exudes some sort of toxic waste from its body that drains the life force of everything that has any (which is everything, apart from non-organic stuff – includes glass, stone, rock that formed incredibly long ago and leather, etc.), but it takes a few days for it to finish what it starts in the first burst of draining. It is defeated by using fire and wind, the two of the four base elements the afanc isn’t made out of.

(We never heard of elements again though. There are some fire spells, but if this type of effective-against-one-weak-against-another thing is going on, then certain alchemy is conducted every time you cast these spells. Water extinguishes fire, fire eats up wind(oxygen), wind… erodes? Earth?, earth… Yeah no, it’s the other way around. Water extinguishes fire, fire scorches earth, earth… takes over wind? Doesn’t leave space for it to move? And air just carries water around so the little droplets get separated and can’t form something stronger. Yeah, that sounds better.

The other way around is empowering then, I guess. Or… making different elements? Wind picks up the earth, making it more impactful in the air current,  earth… turns into… lava… because of the heat? Fire… makes water vapor? And water… gets inbetween the air and also makes it more impactful? I don’t know… NOT ENOUGH INFO DAMMIT. AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING SINCE I’VE SPUN AN ENTIRE NEW UNIVERSE FROM LIKE 2 EPISODES OF THIS SHIT. THIS IS DISAPPOINTING LEVELS OF LOW INFO.)

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The Merthur

The Monster

[ironforgedrp]

♛   ATTENTION THOSE IN SUNSPEAR !

     a plot point, occurring within the midsummer ball —

           as those at the ball begin to CAST THEIR VOTES FOR THE SUN GOD & SUN GODDESS COMPETITION at the midsummer ball, things are beginning to… — - happen whilst everyone is enjoying and revelling in the merriment.

     distracted by the merriments and her recent entry into the sun goddess competition, MORRA ( @captain-morra ) is unaware of the chaos —     ... right up until the moment panicked young girl grabs the ornate fabric of her dress sleeve and yanks it so hard that the riiiiiiip is heard loudly, beads scattering across the ground.  before the greyjoy woman has time to gather her anger, the wide-eyed and panicking cinder smudged girl hurriedly explains that the deck of the lady greyjoy’s ship is ablaze; sails eaten by fire and her crew scrambling out of their celebratory state to save the vessel before it is destroyed.   without many words exchanged, she gathers her skirts around her and roughly knots the dress out of the way as she takes off running to the utter shock of the surrounding nobles and royals.    she disappears towards the docks, with four of her best crewmen on her heels as the red-orange hue of the flames begin to push upwards into the night sky.

       after being told of lysella's robbery, NICHOLAS ( @nicholaslannister ) has a growing suspicion the man from the tavern earlier that night might have found a way into the keep and located his sister at the opportune time —     or maybe he simply wished to believe it, so he could get revenge over whoever had robbed his kin, left a mark on her skin and taken away her priced possession, his own mother's necklace.   filled with fury, the lord of casterly rock stormed out of the castle, the servants he passed quickly got out of his way as they marked his furious expression.    this time the man would be receiving his dues, there would be no cedric tyrell to step in and control the lion’s roiling anger.

    DOWN ON THE DOCKS — morra.

       MORRA / HANNAH:  you arrive, exhausted and breathless from running to the docks of sunspear, skidding in horror in the sand with shoes long gone as you behold the shadow tide wrapped in flames and plumes of black, acrid smoke. you know the smell of burning wood, you’ve seen it many times before but this smell is mixed with the smell of pitch. you know then that this is an intentional fire. luckily, the crew are working hard and have smothered most of the fire down but the heat from the charred wood is still strong, and the damage is clear. luckily, the hull is not breached and the ship is in no danger of taking on water but the shadow tide is grounded until further notice.  it takes another hour of work and countless buckets of water before it’s safe to board again, at which time the crew all fan out to inspect the extent of the damage.  the first thing that comes to your mind is the confidential documents and correspondence between you and your eldest brother, the lord reaper of pyke detailing the new changes to the iron fleet and the growing number of new vessels that have joined the growing fleet in the last two years since your father passed. arriving at your captains cabin you find, to you utter relief, that the fire only licked at the door and the solid wood and iron lock is still in tact, un-breached. you breathe a sigh of relief as a call from your loyal men pulls your attention, the crew headcount is complete: one member’s body has been found floating in the dark waters - having jumped to save himself from the flames but perished, several have burns to their hands and arms but nothing life threatening... however a long-time loyal member of the shadow tide’s crew, RED HARRAS, a bastard sailor from old wyk, is the only man unaccounted for.  as the last man aboard the ship on patrol duty you order a stern to bow sweep of the smouldering, blackened ship in search and then you move to inspect your chambers, a worrying feeling settling in your stomach.

your suspicions are proven right when you find the back window of your captains quarters smashed in and wooden boxes broken open: clothes, shoes, smashed wine bottles staining fabrics, bedding ripped apart, papers obviously strewn about, trod on and it is clear someone has been searching viciously through your belongings. you pour over the documents frantically, hoping the confidential ones detailing the fleets growth aren’t gone —  but deep down, you know that they aren’t to be located.  after the search of the ship, red harras is nowhere to be found... and a lifeboat is found to be missing along with some rations and a sick feeling of potential betrayal sinks into your stomach. that doesn’t end the chaos of the evening, when your first mate swears loudly, angrily and yells ‘captain!!’ — pulling you from your rooms, though you pause to lock the door behind you. rough bristled deck-brushes, hard work and fresh, sea water have revealed the shocking scorch pattern of the fires origins... and clear as day in the ruined wood of the bow’s deck is the thick outline of a seven-pointed star: the holy sigil of the faith of the seven. the followers of the drowned gods are riotous, an attack on the religion of the iron isles is beyond what was expected and the malcontent spreads quicker than the fire did.

LIST OF DAMAGE TO ‘THE SHADOW TIDE’: discovered after the fire is fully extinguished and morra, with the help of her crew, has taken complete stock of the damage over a few hours.

the flames have destroyed the fabric of all sails completely

the main mast is broken; snapped in half and charcoal red-black

the other masts are also broken, burned away into blackened toothpicks

the whole deck is charred various shades of black, covered in ash and soaked wet from the effort of the crew

the railings all around the bow are compromised and burned

the hull is charred but not breached

the bow-section of the deck is the most damaged, and clearly where the fire was started and burned hottest

the back window the captains quarters has been smashed inwards

MISSING:

a lifeboat, it appears to have been cut free

a half-sword, chainmail, rations of food, wine and water

confidential documents detailing the true numbers in the iron fleet (only morra knows of this)

pouch of gold dragons from the captains quarters

TASK: 

MORRA / HANNAH: write a letter to your eldest brother the ruling lord greyjoy in first person format. strictly informing him of what has happened, the potential traitor in the crew (red harras), the missing documents and letters, ultimately asking him to join you in sunspear in the wake of the attack.

  OUTSIDE ELIA’S SMILE — nicholas.

      NICHOLAS / CHERYL:  with each step, you find your anger growing, your thirst for revenge seeming like it would be near insatiable... but then, in the darkness of the dornish evening, your feet hit a semi-solid lump near tripping over, and a choked groan leaves the ‘lump’ —  which you now realize is a man.  you look down in surprise, eyes focussing in the shadowy lamp-lit street, to see a man.  he is shirtless with blood streaming from a messy head wound, giant bruises upon his chest and abdomen, his face horribly beaten up and mangled.   your first instinct is to kneel to help, but you pause as you recognise (just) the beaten mess at your feet.  some of those bruises you know are yours from earlier... but when you were pulled away the fool had still been able to stand.

the man gasps, coughing pitifully as he struggles to breathe, but before you can decide what to do, a shrill scream assaults your ears and you instantly look up from the wheezing, likely death-bound man to see the elegant signage of ELIA’S SMILE, dorne’s famed brothel.   you lock eyes with a dark-haired woman surrounded by other prostitutes as she stares at you in horror, disgust and fear.  you open your mouth to explain but she points her trembling finger at you,   ‘lord lannister came to finish the job, he was the one who beat up my sweet ulwyck and now he's murdered him!’  the woman shrieks, sobbing as the other women wrap their arms around the woman.

then all hell seems to break loose around you.  more dornish townsfolk, drawn out by the screams and sobbing, gather around the scene with their faces contorted in rage, all seemingly condemning you as guilty.  you try to convince the hoard of dornish men and women that ulwyck is indeed still alive, but they dare not approach you, nor do they seem to believe you. shouts of ‘murderer!’ ‘foreign dog!’ only draws more attention to the scene... but then among all the hostile faces of strangers you see a face you recognise, the only one with no fury in their gaze — it’s LOREN SERRETT ( @lordlorenserrett ), your brother's master of coin.   you decide to push through the crowd, trying to keep a blank expression in front of the mob hurling insults at you. grabbing hold of loren serrett, the two of you begin to quickly make your way back to the festivities, going through the backstreets to avoid coming across any more angry locals. you are in shock and furious upon the realisation that someone has set you up to look like a brutish and corrupt lord commander. 

TASK:

NICHOLAS / CHERYL:  1x1 thread with loren serrett who had been sent by arryk to keep an eye over the lannister lion; though it looks as though loren was perhaps too late. persuade loren serrett that you were not responsible for the state of the man, that you are being set up, and try to ensure that he keeps this between the two of them. work out which one of you will be the one to inform king arryk.

OOC NOTE:

if you have been assigned a task or paired thread, (not everyone will be, it is again up to  chance!)  please do complete it as we have put a lot of energy and time into creating these and tailoring them to each character or pair. there is no word count minimum, or any conditions save for completing the task within a fortnight/14 days of it being posted.    we cannot stress this enough: it does not need to be long, the point is to have your character react to what has happened to/around them. unless you have spoken with the admins, if you don’t complete the task, or respond/reply to the paired thread it will affect your activity come the applicable check, as well as this your character will not be eligible for the next random event selection.

  while this may seem quite stern, we don’t mean it to be. though we must impress that the admin and mods put several hours of work into these posts, we know and love how you all get very enthusiastic at the idea of the random events, and we are ridiculously excited to bring them to you all, but it is very discouraging when nothing comes of the plots we post up and we have noticed this has been happening.  if you have any problems please let us know via the main blog, but in the mean time —

           THE FABLED D&D DICE OF IRONFORGED HAVE BEEN CAST …

@captain-morra / @nicholaslannister … for better or worse you have been selected!

[akatdeity]

RULES

On the Muses -

    Hidan is a priest with extremist tendencies. You will often find him with some sort of weapon in his body as a part of ritual self-mutilation. Body horror, existentialism, and general violence is to be expected, and will be tagged accordingly.

    Hidan is mostly friendly and contemplative, but easily slips into teasing that can be cruel. He isn’t looking for relationships that aren’t between him and the Big Guy Down There. Please be patient with him. Don’t force anything. If you want him to be gentle or soft, please DM to plot out something with the mun.

  The only holy thing this blog recognizes is Jashin, so please - no god modding.

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    Jashin is a god of life and death. He can often be found among the suffering, judging souls and setting them right. Psychological horror, existentialism, and general creepiness is to be expected, and will be tagged accordingly.

    Jashin is calculating, and stares at men as if they are cogs in the grand scheme of his perfect universe. To him, everything has a balance, and so pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. He favors very few. Please be patient with him. Don’t force anything. If you want him to be gentle or soft, please DM to plot out something with the mun.

Being a god, he will occasionally intervene in the lives of mortals. Mun will contact you ahead of time as needed. Note that Jashin will not intervene on Hidan’s behalf: his follower will reap what he sows.

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On the Mun -

Basic Info: Mun has no pronoun preference. Use whatever you like. 

Shipping: Mun is open to almost all pairings where characters have chemistry. 

Hidan/Konan: 🚫

Noncon and domestic abuse: 🚫

NSFW: Mun is 21+. Will write 18+ ships with 21+ RP partners. 

Interactions -

Unless otherwise discussed, Mun usually answers queries assuming that the relationship between characters is that of canon. Muses will interact and ship with everyone, so long as they are compatible! Friendships, rivalry and hateships are also sought after. 

     Style: Paragraph/Prose, usually present-tense.      Length: Match quality not word count.       Asks: 

Put IC dialogue in quotes.

Indicate applicable verses, muse(s) and/or characters. 

If not specified, Mun will choose whatever is inspiring.

    Mutual RP Blogs: ❤️     Non-Mutual RPers: ❤️     Non-RP Blogs: ❤️     Likes & Reblogs: ❤️

All likes are good likes.

Ask before reblogging an RP thread.

Anyone can reblog posts in which Mun is OP. 

    OCs, Alts, Rare and Crossover Characters: ❤️

Please DM a VERY detailed bio prior to interacting. 

   Over-Projection & Kins: 🚫    Callouts/Vagueposts: 🚫

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FAQS:

    Who are you?

I go by “Akat” on my roleplay Tumblrs, @akatdollie, @akatdeity, and @slcklecell.

If you know my fandom main do not mention it to others, please.

    Are you affiliated with Akatzombie?

No. Akatzombie—though my friend—is run by another wonderfully talented mun.

    Why didn’t you follow me back?

First, this is a side blog. I may have followed you back from my main, “akatsings”. You do not have to follow that blog for me to interact with yours.

Second, I don’t automatically follow back. If I do, I may unfollow at will—nothing against you, I just aim to keep my dash focused for my muses.

Third, if you don’t see that in your follower list, don’t worry! I still answer casual asks (ooc and easy interactions) from anyone, both rp and non-rp blogs.

    How selective are you in general?

I will not respond in detailed prose to any rare, crossover, or OC character without an easy to find biography/intro. I am not researching your muse. That is not fun—it’s homework.

OOC and headcanon asks are fine, though.

I will not answer shipping, violent, or sexual asks for anyone but my mutuals. Even then I only answer what inspires me.

The reason for this is that my muses tend to respond aggressively to unsolicited advances, and I don’t always feel comfortable answering in character.

I won’t thread for anyone but long-term friends or those who respect and understand the dynamics of my characters.

I reserve the right to determine who does and does not meet the above qualifications.

    How selective are you in shipping?

It usually takes me two to three sentences of a reasonable argument/AU to ship something, but I won’t do all the work to make it “happen.”

Further: Just because I generally ship something, doesn’t mean that I will automatically ship my muse with yours. Different muns have different portrayals and different writing styles for the same muses; sometimes these portrayals click. Other times they don’t.

    What if my character doesn’t meet yours in canon?

That’s fine! Just ask or dm me with how you want them to interact (friends? Rivals? Comrades? Etc), plus a scenario where they do meet, and I will tell you how my muse will react in that situation, and then we’ll move on from there.

    What if I want to make an AU for our muses?

Same as above! Give me an idea and we’ll talk about it.

I generally have a lot of open-ended verses that I adapt to fit other people’s muses and ideas. You are free to propose a variation on them, or another verse entirely. However, I won’t be doing all the work in order to get our characters to meet, interact and like/dislike each other—that’s unfair, and too much work on one mun.

If you’re having trouble, start with— “I really think it’s cool if X and Y character—“ etc. Or how you think our characters would work together.

    What if I accidentally break a rule of yours?

If you’re a mutual, I will take a screenshot of the rule and kindly remind you to abide by them. If you’re a stranger, I will automatically soft block or block, depending on how badly the rule was broken and how uncomfortable I feel.

I don’t make these rules to be mean, but to save the time and energy of us all. So if these rules are disregarded, then we will have to cut our losses. I will unfollow when I feel like someone has not read my rule page, and not be inclined to interact.

If you’re unsure if you have broken a rule, please politely ask. I don’t bite really.

    How do I interact with you more?

Send! 👏 More! 👏 Asks!

OOC, or IC, I promise to return the favor.

     Can I have your discord ID?

Nope! This is reserved for long-term friends and mutuals that respect my characters.

If you are one of these people, do not give out my ID without asking, please.

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Thank you for reading my rules! Mun will extend the same courtesy to you, and will be reading your blog information prior to following or interacting.

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    Note: Mun works eight to six job Monday through Friday, in addition to running several sideblogs, so replies may be slow. Feel free to poke them if you haven’t heard from them in a while.

About   †   Verses   †   Rules (here)

[akatdollie]

RULES

On the Muses -

    Sasori is a puppet master with sociopathic tendencies. You will often find him in his puppet studio converting human beings into specimens in his collection. Body horror, suspense, and general creepiness is to be expected, and will be tagged accordingly.

    Sasori is prickly and rude at worst, and extremely disinterested at best. Please be patient with him, as he will not warm up to most right away. If you want him to be gentle or soft, please DM to plot out something with the Mun.

    ♔   . ♔   . ♔

     The Third is a king who was raised to think he was a god. He has the ego of one, and the schedule of three busy bodies. Interested in strategy, history and philosophy, he will occasionally participate in fiery debates, and is not afraid to play the devil’s advocate. His bloodline is cursed with an early death, and, without intervention, will die no matter the AU. This will be tagged accordingly.

     The only holy thing this blog recognizes is eternal art, so please - no god modding.

On the Mun -

Basic Info: Mun has no pronoun preference. Use whatever you like. 

Shipping: Mun is open to almost all pairings where characters have chemistry. 

Sasori/Deidara, Sasori/Orochimaru: 🚫

Noncon and domestic abuse: 🚫

NSFW: Mun is 21+. Will write 18+ ships with 21+ RP partners. 

Interactions -

Unless otherwise discussed, Mun usually answers queries assuming that the relationship between characters is that of canon. Muses will interact and ship with everyone, so long as they are compatible. Friendships, rivalry and hateships are also sought after!

     Style: Paragraph/Prose, usually present-tense.      Length: Match quality not word count.       Asks: 

Put IC dialogue in quotes.

Indicate applicable verses, muse(s) and/or characters. 

If not specified, Mun will choose whatever is inspiring.

    Mutual RP Blogs: ❤️     Non-Mutual RPers: ❤️     Non-RP Blogs: ❤️     Likes & Reblogs: ❤️

All likes are good likes.

Ask before reblogging an RP thread.

Anyone can reblog posts in which Mun is OP. 

    OCs, Alts, Rare and Crossover Characters: ❤️

Please DM a VERY detailed bio prior to interacting. 

   Over-Projection & Kins: 🚫    Callouts/Vagueposts: 🚫

   ♔   .   ♔   .   ♔

FAQS:

      Who are you?

I go by “Akat” on my roleplay Tumblrs, @akatdollie, @akatdeity, and @slcklecell.

If you know my fandom main do not mention it to others, please.

      Are you affiliated with Akatzombie?

No. Akatzombie—though my friend—is run by another wonderful, talented mun.

      Why didn’t you follow me back?

First, this is a side blog. I may have followed you back from my main, “akatsings”. You do not have to follow that blog for me to interact with yours.

Second, I don’t automatically follow back. If I do, I may unfollow at will—nothing against you, I just aim to keep my dash focused for my muses.

Third, if you don’t see akatsings in your follower list, don’t worry! I still answer casual asks (ooc and easy interactions) from anyone, both rp and non-rp blogs.

      How selective are you in general?

I will not respond in detailed prose to any rare, crossover, or OC character without an easy to find biography/intro. I am not researching your muse. That is not fun—it’s homework.

OOC and headcanon asks are fine, though.

I will not answer shipping, violent, or sexual asks for anyone but my mutuals. Even then I only answer what inspires me.

The reason for this is that my muses tend to respond aggressively to unsolicited advances, and I don’t always feel comfortable answering in character.

I won’t thread for anyone but long-term friends or those who respect and understand the dynamics of my characters.

I reserve the right to determine who does and does not meet the above qualifications.

      How selective are you in shipping?

It usually takes me two to three sentences of a reasonable argument/AU to ship something, but I won’t do all the work to make it “happen.”

Further: Just because I generally ship something, doesn’t mean that I will automatically ship my muse with yours. Different muns have different portrayals and different writing styles for the same muses; sometimes these portrayals click. Other times they don’t.

      What if my character doesn’t meet yours in canon?

That’s fine! Just ask or dm me with how you want them to interact (friends? Rivals? Comrades? Etc), plus a scenario where they do meet, and I will tell you how my muse will react in that situation, and then we’ll move on from there.

      What if I want to make an AU for our muses?

Same as above! Give me an idea and we’ll talk about it.

I generally have a lot of open-ended verses that I adapt to fit other people’s muses and ideas. You are free to propose a variation on them, or another verse entirely. However, I won’t be doing all the work in order to get our characters to meet, interact and like/dislike each other—that’s unfair, and too much work on one mun.

If you’re having trouble, start with— “I really think it’s cool if X and Y character—“ etc. Or how you think our characters would work together.

      What if I accidentally break a rule of yours?

If you’re a mutual, I will take a screenshot of the rule and kindly remind you to abide by them. If you’re a stranger, I will automatically soft block or block, depending on how badly the rule was broken and how uncomfortable I feel. 

I don’t make these rules to be mean, but to save the time and energy of us all. So if these rules are disregarded, then we will have to cut our losses. I will unfollow when I feel like someone has not read my rule page, and not be inclined to interact.

If you’re unsure if you have broken a rule, please politely ask. I don’t bite really.

      How do I interact with you more?

Send! 👏 More! 👏 Asks!

OOC, or IC, I promise to return the favor.

      Can I have your discord ID?

Maybe! This is reserved for long-term friends / mutuals that respect my characters. 

If you are one of these people, do not give my ID out without asking, please.

    ♔   .   ♔   .   ♔

Thank you for reading my rules! I will extend the same courtesy to you, and will be reading your blog information prior to following or interacting.

Note: Mun works eight to six job Monday through Friday, in addition to running several sideblogs, so replies may be slow. Feel free to poke them if you haven’t heard from them in a while.

 About | Verses | Rules (Here)

[lorcanbeithioch]

[OOC: 12. Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.]

1: Adaptive:

Adaptive is the name of his game. He was born without the use of his legs, he learned hard how to use the Drust Magic to walk and now sees the old magic and asks himself ‘how far can be stretch this?’. This has continued through to a lot of what he does. Part of this comes from the survivalist nature of his family and it has grown to him learning to branch out his magic and ways to work with the body he has been given.

2. Fearless (ish):

I can't say he doesn’t fear anything. Recently he learned he was afraid of losing someone he loved and that shifted his world view. His family nickname him the Fearless One because he doesn’t show he’s afraid of anything. More as he would say it ‘I have nearly died more times than I can count, I don't fear death, I fear the death of the ones I love’. Following the tradition that Alle and her kin are based around Grimm’s Fairytales, Lorcan is very much ‘The Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was’ only he’ll never fear for himself, just for everyone around him. Please, don’t throw freezing water on him.

3. Self-assured.... When he knows what he’s talking about:

Lorcan is the kind of guy who knows what he knows and is very sure of himself in that knowledge. He doesn’t lord over people, he doesn’t expect them to accept him, but he doesn’t doubt the abilities he knows he has. Now get him into a topic he doesn’t know, he’s open eared and wide eyed and trying his best to keep up and digest all he hears. Living out in the middle of nowhere really didn’t do him a lot of favors.

4. Storyteller:

You can’t be from his family and NOT be a storyteller, but Lorcan is almost hardwired to tell a story when he wants to explain something. There are so many times in a normal conversation he stops and says. ‘Let me tell you a story’ and he goes and waves a tale to prove a point. THIS is such a huge thing he does all the time.

5. Superstitious:

How can he bot be? Like, living in the Crimson Forest, living in a closed off family that collect horrifying stories? He will happily tell people what they should and shouldn’t do. He does throw salt over his shoulder, he does only sweep his floor in counter-clockwise direction. His life has shown him that observing the old ways will save your life and he’s not about to stop any time soon.

((I really couldn’t think of Unusual Characteristics, traits I got you, characteristics, not so much :P But thank you for the ask @marquis-teren-kiden ))

[explxsiveoutcxst]

((BEEN WORKING ON THIS SINCE YESTERDAY AND I FINISHED IT FINALLY,,,it’s a kin-based poster type drawing and it’s the first drawing done in a new sketchbook and every time i start on a new sketchbook i wanna do something cool/fully colored so uh yEAH,,,some of the colors may not be 100% accurate but there’s only so much i can do with color pencils so yeah,,,don’t ask what ruv and sarv have to do with my whitty canon because i’ll be here explaining for a while and it’s mostly based on the vc rps from the past few days but damn if those don’t give me kin vibes,,,,,meaning they do. but also very fun and i get to just be me and yEAH,,,wild. so uhhhh yEAH HERE ART I GUESS AAA))

[kylehyde]

You wanted to gaslight this. You think I make Pardo an innocent baby, cinnamon roll? That I somehow divert and change him from canon too much? That I’m a bad person because I can’t settle for a half-assed written character to get the ending he did but I’m supposed to just deal with that because characters should just be bad people sometimes? When I’ve seen on here that it’s okay for everyone else to modify characters and their outcomes? What makes developing on Pardo so wrong or different? How do you know my Pardo’s too ooc, because I have what, a literal handful of fans I can count by urls, of my Pardo interpretation. I don’t just throw my ideas out there to just anybody so really, how could anyone know I don’t have multiple interpretations to fit possible AUs, unless they ask with genuine interest.  

I can’t have one AU where none of that killer shit happens and he’s just a cop? Not one? Not even an AU that depicts before the killings happen? Nothing? It’s hardly reasonable to apply real life police problems and personal hate to a fictional reality parallel to our own. The hotline universe is an AU; the US got into war with the Russians and lost. That’s the basis of our story and real life politics honestly can’t apply anymore because of that. You probably think I glorify real life police, well I don’t. I know very well the differences between real life cops and fictional ones and the ones I like are just that, fictional. What I don’t like is the devs knowingly making Pardo dirty just to appeal to a pseudo-leftist viewpoint and it’s so bad it worked. Just ate it up

And you really can’t just keep these private replies with your likeminded friends? A Discord club isn’t enough for you? Nope gotta put it out there in the open where everyone can see it, knowing who your mutuals are, and you know some like Pardo without this one way rhetoric that somehow only has one Hall Pass available for the FUCKED UP character award. 

And you really, brought up Evan too? Oh my god. I’m gonna start basic here so like bear with me, small words. Evan’s play style mechanics come with the ability to rage out and become lethal. This is activated at the players will at any time and only stops when everyone is dead or he dies. This blatantly implies he clearly has bad anger issues and is possibly a wife beater. As a context clue, if we compare that his earlier passive gun disarms are part of his personality then there you go, so is the raging out. We can’t forget the intro to First Trial where he punches the door guard in the face, because he was impatient for being denied entry, possibly killing him. There had to be more going on at home for his wife to leave him and take the kids too so suddenly. And does he stop what he’s doing, when she leaves? Maybe, if the player chooses, but with how far he already went with it and his persistence to blackmail Pardo for info, did you really canonly believe he did stop writing at the end?

Why can’t we all agree to hate on Martin? I’d say Jake but surprisingly someone is a fan of Jake, so I’m not gonna throw him under the bus even if I don’t like him, who would have thought? But I have never seen in my 4 years of this fandom anyone express a serious interest in Martin Brown. And even if it was ‘just a movie’ for his case, dream sequences used in media are meant to symbolize a dive into the subconscious. He said himself in the interview he wanted to kill kids and shit, that he was happy to do that in Midnight Animal. He’s also visually depicted committing a rape scene in the film that has an option to be skipped, that makes it a big deal even if it’s not ‘real life’. Richard even taunts saying ‘go ahead and call it just a movie’. That doesn’t spark even a little question on credibility of what’s real and a movie? They wanted to show you what a creep he was outright and yet, silence there. 

What I’m saying is, there are genuine Pardo fans in the fandom, they have not been tricked by me into liking him if that’s what you believe. They have their own reasons and it’s not any less than the opinions you have about your favorites. The problem here is the difference in number. There will always be PLENTY of Jacket, Biker, Beard, Girlfriend, Ninja Girl, The Fans, Richter, the Ghost Wolves, Henchman, Evan, The Son,, Jake, and apparently Martin defenders/fans? But every time you throw Manny under the bus for this, ego boost rally, a Pardo fan is forced into silence, and for what, so you never have to hear the potential other side and question maybe, things aren’t so bad, or at least a little bad for each faction? Being a Pardo fan since late 2014, I feel I have to defend the others who I’m sure can relate to the feeling of having their fav shamed/hated/undeserving of redemption/memed, on, for the past 2 years for being the ‘problematic fav’. This isn’t even about characterizations, it’s just about showing respect that your words are not a vacuum here, the things you say and openly post can hurt people, make them ashamed, and just dampen their day because they happen to enjoy the ‘generally hated bad man’ and they read the post you shoddily made public about him. 

And again, sure the media we see is our responsibility, but this bandwagoning Pardo memeing is real, and everywhere in the fandom, it doesn’t matter who we block. It’s spread so wide we might as well leave? That’s the end game for you, isn’t it? To push out other creative talents and backgrounds, who happen to have a conflicting opinion; just like vaguing Jante over a ‘don’t tag kin/me’ caption on their art. With the ulterior reason being that Jante was a Jacket-Biker shipper at one point and literally nothing else, besides maybe they get dev recognition on their work and that’s just too much jealousy to handle, right? Jante was pushed away over a minor difference of opinion/ship choice, and it’s encouraged to mock them when they aren’t here anymore to defend themselves? What a group of role models you are.

[danddorks]

Chelastian Campaign #5.b - Battle at Karloff’s

As the party rests, Tohmoh’s unseen servant reports that Sheriff Chaney is gathering a small army to rise up against the party under the charges of plotting to murder, assaulting an official, and treason. The party discovers an empty mine tunnel and plan on going up there, dealing with Chaney later.

Our returning PC’s are:

Sir John “Ducky” Mallard, level 3 Human Paladin who has sworn the Oath of the Ancients. Son of Duke Mallard, Ducky was sent to the Diamond Hills mercenary guild as a silencing tactic.

Tohmoh the Damarrion, level 3 Human Warlock with Cthulu as a patron. Joined the Diamond Hills mercenary guild as a way to gain power while helping others.

Marrow, level 3 dhampir Bard, as played by @the-pantsing-panda

Rohss, level 3 Half-Elf Ranger, guardian of the forest.

Aiyiri, level 3 Khajit Fighter with a two-weapon fighting style, former assassin.

Captain Voess, level 2 Half-Orc Barbarian, and pirate. Also member of the Diamond Hills mercenary guild.

Rorimac “Rori” Bracegirdle, level 2 Halfling rogue, and a member of the Dauntless of Silverstring City

Our Companions, who don’t feature in this game, are:

Fred, a devotee to the Mallard family who admires Ducky and most polishes armor

George, a more grumbly fellow who washes boots and sharpens swords, and has a fine word to say about being essentially a manservan

We are introduced to the PC for a player who also may not make it every game:

Ulfric Stormcloak, level 1 Dwarven fighter, smithy of Sapphire Lake Town.

Marrow and Rori appear from tunnel. Rori screams at Tohmoh, declaring him to be a cannibal warlock. The party out of character debates whether a human eating a halfling would be considered cannibalism, considering their different races. It was decided that if two creatures share skintypes and intelligence levels, it’s considered cannibalism. Therefore, a dragon can eat a salamander and it isn’t cannibalism, but a human cannot eat a halfling, dwarf, or elf without it technically counting as cannibalism.

Tohmoh then clears his name once Rori reveals his captor’s name had been Johmbo. Tohmoh isn’t surprised. His “grandpa” went crazy a long time ago, and the family had disowned him. Tohmoh was the only one to follow in Johmbo’s footsteps and unwittingly dedicated his life to the same god. As he begins to realize that his devotion might drive him just as mad as his grandfather, Tohmoh also decides to start being more selfless and make his legacy better.

We also, as a note, discover that Voess loves cats. In fact, as he realizes that Aiyiri is part feline, he slowly gets closer to her, wanting to “pet the kitty kitty.”

Voess: Voess love kitty kitty.

Rori lets the party know that Karloff has a place he calls home, and it’s located somewhere above them. He then begins leading the party to it.

- MEANWHILE -

Ulfric Stormborn, of the Sapphire Lake Town, has been exploring the mines. Although familiar with the local lore, he has always felt like the mines couldn’t be barren, and has spent a few days searching for any gems.

He stumbles into a large room that is encircled by the lake. On both sides of the cavern are waterfalls, which pour sixty feet down into a pool. The pool then continues on through the mountain. Although Ulfric is aware that he’s too far up for the lake to be pouring downwards, he doesn’t thinking too hard on the fact. There is a safety fence built out of rope and iron bars.

The room has a small alter in the corner, barrels of rotten fruit and vegetables, two large bookshelves with a collection of encyclopedia's and historical records from 100 years ago, and a large firepit in the center. Ulfric hears someone approaching and ducks behind the barrels, rolling an 18 to Stealth.

None of the party sees Ulfric as they enter. Ducky and Tohmoh go for the books, seemingly unimpressed by their perfect condition and collectors value. Voess goes for the fountain because it sparkles and books bore him. Marrow opens a few barrels to confirm that the food is rotten, which Aiyiri could smell before the lids came off and which overwhelmed her senses after.

Aiyiri stumbles to the side of the “room” and peers over the rope. She notices a small, pink lizard skittering around, slowly climbing up. As she warns the others, a purple lizard jumps up over the rope barrier, giggling.

The creature is described as a lizard that would stand 5 foot tall on it’s hind legs, with a distinctly dragon appearance if a dragon was drawn by someone who loved flowers. It’s wings more resembled a butterfly’s than a dragon’s, and it’s scales sparkled, like glitter.

It’s a faerie dragon, not that the party succeeds any of their Nature checks.

The party is hesitant to attack the creatures, aware of Karloff’s Charm and mind-control trickery. They decide to try and tame it. Ducky succeeds, offering the dragons food from his bag (the player was actually completely unaware of the Faerie Dragon, so this was delightful).

Another dragon appears, also purple in color, but more glittery, appearing pink in certain lights. Tohmoh tries to offer it food, but Ulfric ruins the moment by attacking, surprising everyone by his sudden appearance. Aiyiri tries to eat the dragon, and then argues with it about taking her food. It winds up casting a spell and making her give it the food it knows she’s hiding.

Marrow is hit by it’s purple, glittery gas and almost runs over the edge. Rori dives to hide in the firepit.

The battle ends as Tohmoh and Ducky calm the dragons down. One dragon offers safe passage, and the other promises answers. Before the party can claim their reward, Karloff appears. He stomps, and stamps, and, like a child throwing a tantrum, screams about them ruining his plans.

He Charms Voess, then tries to stand back and let the Half Orc do his damage. Ducky sees Voess entering a rage, and challenges him to a duel in order to protect the others.

Aiyiri doesn’t listen -- she strikes at Voess, missing her first attack and landing her second. Voess ignores Aiyiri and charges at Ducky. Ducky hits him hard, but he hits Ducky harder.

Ulfric and Tohmoh go after Karloff, both recognizing that he’s the real source of trouble and not Voess. Ulfric lands a powerful attack, and Tohmoh misses with an Eldritch blast.

Karloff attacks them with lightning, then starts running for the door. Marrow and Ulfric take opportunity attacks, weakening Karloff severely. Marrow then tries a spell, and fails.

Ducky and Voess swing at each other again, with Aiyiri deciding to take a step back. 

Aiyiri: “I don’t care. This isn’t my fight.”

Ducky will remember that...

Anyway, Ducky hurts Voess again, but Voess rolls critical. He digs his axes into Ducky’s chest, cutting straight through his breastplate, and leaving Ducky struggling for life.

Tohmoh sees this and comes to his friend’s rescue. He jumps in and casts Dissonant Whispers, sending such pain into Voess that he flees. Ulfric then, not emotionally attached enough to be distracted by Voess, lands the killing blow against Karloff.

Karloff, dying: “I... failed?”

Rori appears with a potion of Cure Wounds to help Ducky, who also lays hands on himself (must be nice, being a paladin). With everything calming down, the party turn to the biggest surprise -- Ulfric. The Dwarf explains what he was doing up there, posing the question, at the same time: “Who owns the mine? They tell me you can’t. I want to.”

As he’s explaining, he spots some ruby and digs it out. He tucks it away into his pack, and the player, in the face of potential fortune, forgets that Ulfric intended to use it to prove the mines weren’t barren. Marrow collects the encyclopedias, because he understands the value of knowledge.

He still doesn’t read them, though...

The Dragons answer some questions. They reveal that Karloff was a doppelganger who had come into town shortly after the real Karloff. He had taken on Karloff’s identity and learned how to cast magic by reading Karloff’s journals. The real Karloff had met his fate at the hands of the basilisk, and was one of many statues residing in the bowels of the mine.

They also reveal that Rohss made it home safe, and the mountains are home to a tunnel into the Underworld that the Mages had been digging for reasons unknown to the dragons.

One of the dragons, named Cupcake, falls to Ducky’s natural 20 Animal Handling roll and joins them as a companion.

The party, with Voess helping Ducky, head back down. Ulfric uses the fact that Sheriff Chaney lost a bet during a card game to him in order to talk Chaney and his mob down from attacking the PC’s. There is also a debate triggered about whether or not Karloff really “owned” his cave, and if he did, does Ulfric now own it by law of battle. 

Him and Chaney IC argue about it, while everyone else OOC argues about it. I’ve never seen property law become such a touchy subject in a D&D game before...

Oh, the party also explain to the mob that Karloff is dead, which helps to calm it down. They view Chaney as overreacting a bit, and disperse. 

Chaney allows them to stay at the inn. After Chaney explains that Victor the innkeeper had been beheaded “for justice”, Ulfric decides he now owns the Seahorse. Chaney tells him he only needs to find the deed, as Victor had no next of kin, and Chaney doesn’t really care what happens to it.

Nobody seems disturbed by Chaney’s obvious lack of compassion, nor his overuse of the law in order to kill. One player has to leave to pick someone up from work, so the PC’s make their way to the inn, where they fall into a troubled sleep.

-End-

[explxsiveoutcxst]

((he’d never be this open abt what happened or what his fears were/are, I just doodled an idea that came to mind because I sometimes use humor to cope with things and this was funnier in my head. didn’t know who to draw next to whitty so it’s just a representation of some random anon))