#transformers dnd au

[idwtransformers-vibe]

Sickly mornings and a story about the Oathbreaker:

TW: implied blood/death

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Laughed the bloodied Lord. "Kill me, and you'll break your oath, paladin. Do not forget that you swore loyalty to me... Under the oath of Crown." His lips curled into a smile.

The young man before him stood there with two swords crossed together with Sentinels throat between them. He held back tears. He wanted to cry and scream at him, yet he couldn't. He didn't want to show any sign of weakness. "I followed your orders..." He started. "I carried out your missions, your wars, your battles... I've arrested so many people who oppose you. Destroyed kingdoms, cities, and villages. All in your name." He gritted his teeth. Never would he have thought that he would be used as a puppet for someone else's schemes.

Hatred swelled in his heart. He wanted nothing more but to make his head role, to toss his body for the wolves to eat. He gripped the handle of the two swords tighter. "And you were a fool to follow-" Out of anger, Prowl raised one of his swords, quickly and harshly bringing it down.

There was the sound of two thuds hitting the ground. He stood over the body, looking at the bow dead king with disgust and hatred. "Sir?..." Trembled one of the maids' voices.

"Fetch a horse and leave this place. There will be no kingdom after everything. And tell the other's the same thing." Prowl ordered.

The maid didn't move. She stared at the body of the Lord she once served.

"Now." Prowl said more sternly. Causing the maid to snap out of her thoughts and hurry off to the others. Leaving him alone to deal with what he is about to become.

He could hear the sound of the guardsmen, actively trying to break down the door. Prowl stood there staring at the door. Waiting for them to come running in.

Prowl jolted awake and quickly sat up. He looked around at his surroundings. He rubbed his face, making sure if he was actually awake. With a sigh of relief. He looked at his spouse for a moment before feeling their forehead. They were still warm, a running fever.

They hadn't been feeling well yesterday. It seems they still weren't doing too well early this morning. He carefully gets up to go into the kitchen to make them some oatmeal, toast, and warm tea.

He thought back to the nightmare he had, or rather a memory. He just pushed the thought aside and continued to put together ingredients for the oatmeal over the fire stove. He could hear the sound of the wind blowing harshly outside. He noticed there were no stars or moon from the window. "Storm must be coming." He mumbled.

He would also hear footsteps coming to the kitchen. "Go back to bed, love." He said without facing them.

"I wanted to see what you're making." Their voice sounded weak and raspy.

"Oatmeal, now, you're taking some medicine and going back to bed." He walked away from the fire stove and pulled a small glass bottle out of the cabinet. "I went foraging yesterday and found some herbs Ratchet said that would help you. Lucky for us, these herbs are quite plentiful where we live." He grabs a spoon and pours some of it onto the spoon.

Prowl walks over to them and holds the spoon near their lips. "Now, take it, it'll help."

His spouse opened their mouth and took the medicine. After swallowing, they gagged. "Ugh... Gods, why is that so... BITTER? That's more bitter than what Ratchet makes. Did you make it?"

"It can't be that bitter." Prowl frowned.

"Then you try it."

They were met with hesitancy. Instead, Prowl closed the bottle and put it back. He went to go check on the oatmeal and stirred it around some. "Now, go back to bed. I'll bring you breakfast when it's ready." They nodded this time and left the kitchen.

In a short amount of time, breakfast was ready. He put some oatmeal in the bowl and toast on a small plate. He placed the two on a tray with a cup of warm tea.

He carried it back to his shared bedroom. His spouse was in a light sleeping state. He set the tray on the bedside table and leaned over them. "Darling." He said softly and gently nudged their shoulder. "Wake up, love. I have your breakfast ready."

They slowly wake up some. "Already?" They mumbled tiredly.

"Mhm. Now, let's sit up." He says. He helps them sit up and gives them the tray. Prowl pushes their hair from their forehead as he wanted to properly feel their temperature again. He clicked his tongue with a sigh. "You're going to be in bed for a few days."

"I can do basic tasks."

"Maybe, but you do not get a choice in this matter." He tone sounded rather authoritative. Moments where he spoke such a tone made his spouse wonder what he was like in his early years. They always hear constant whispers about him in cities and kingdoms. Spoke his name like it was a curse that'll summon him in the dead of night for simply uttering his name. They know his story but never experienced the worst fear he can bring. They only scratched the surface of feeling fear towards him that one evening, but they would never understand of all who opposed him felt.

When they didn't lift their spoon, only stared at him with a curious and tired look, Prowl gently took the spoon from their fingers and lifted it to their lips. "Please eat. This cold storm will get worse, and you need to eat what you can to help you feel better." They opened their mouth and ate the spoonful of oatmeal, then they took the spoon from him tenderly.

This is the side of Prowl that almost no one sees. Loving, caring, still tough with his words, but they aren't brutally harsh like they normally are towards others. He touch was gentle, and his eyes were softer.

His spouse slowly ate. They decided to strike a conversation. "I felt rapid movement from your side of the bed." They mentioned. "Are you alright?"

"Just a bad dream." He said vaguely.

"Was it about your Lord again?" They asked between coughs.

"Hm."

That meant yes, that's what his spouse learned over the years of knowing him, at least.

"You always seem to dream about him at the start of winter. Why is that?"

Prowl takes the spoon from their hand and replaces it with a cup of tea. He wanted them to eat as much as they could and drink as much as they needed. "Well, I dragged him down at the start of winter." He answered nonchalantly.

"You seem to have more to the answer."

"Well, overthrowing a Lord takes a bit of time. At the start of winter, I physically dethroned him." He responded with ease. It's like it didn't even bother him... Maybe because he was jaded at heart, but to his spouse, they thought it would be a sore memory.

"Do you ever regret it?"

"Of course not. I'd do it over again until I mopped his entire bloodline off the face of this world. The fool played games, I know my hands are not clean of the things I've done. But, he made a mistake, I noticed. I, for once, listened to the citizens, I saw what he had done. I saw how he used me, and I saw how my path was about entwine with his... So, I forced him to feel what the people felt under his rule. I forced him to face what the people faced every day. In front of the public." There was an eerie silence in the air, but he didn't seem uncomfortable. "I humiliated him. The people were too afraid to show any excitement as they were afraid of me too. I can't really blame them. My men pulled me away and to the Lord to his chambers to be patched up."

It was interesting... He never really went into depth about what he had done to the Lord that built up to his execution. To hear that was able to physically harm the Lord in public was really telling about either how much people feared Prowl and how the Lord getting a taste of his own medicine was long overdue. Respected isn't the word to use in this scenario.

"He tried to punish me, but no one wanted to carry the task. He wouldn't even do it himself." Prowl basically made his Lord's life a living hell up until the middle of winter. His Lord thought it would be a good idea to mock him, Prowl didn't even let him finish his last sentence.

Prowl took their free hand and held it. "Besides, had I not done what I done. I most likely wouldn't have met you." He pointed out.

At least he sees the silver lining in all that mess, his spouse being one of them. Even if he met them years later, it was better than nothing. He leans over and kisses their forehead. "I'm going to go get some chores done, shout if you need anything, okay?" He leans away and gets up to leave. He left their door open just so he could hear them. He had a strange way when trying to put certain things in a positive light, but he also wasn't wrong either.

[angelxd-3303]

And now, may I present to you today's episode of:

Random stuff in my sketchbook ✨

Up first, Darkland royals showing off their joint slay:

Next, the obligatory DnD shenanigans:

Including an adventure with the fae turning the party into farm animals to mess with a farmer (I was the cow):

A fan favorite; Mario Bros being joined at the hip:

Tfp humans +my ocs being shenaniganizers next!

And how can we forget my favorite MonkeyWrench trope: drawing Mario and DK as Tarzan and Jane:

What can I say, it's a beautiful movie lol. Also my recurring obsession with robots:

Elita One my beloved🩷

And of course more sketches of my Poppy Playtime au:

There ya go, I wanted to post art stuff, but Mother's day is always kinda rough for me. So, I decided to pick some drawings and sketches I liked and share them with you instead. Hope you can forgive the bad quality on some of the sketches; I tried to clean them up.

Hope you're all having a a great day friends!

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Dndformers Bumblebee, Starscream and his trine doodles

[hayweerc]

"Bound by Chaos" AU. Chapter 15 Spoilers⚠️📖

The cover for the chapter featuring Sonic's backstory.

Below 👇 are illustrations and writings featured in the fic. Some new, some old, some updated.

BIG SPOILERS AHEAD

[chronolatry-art]

simple shapeshifting

[bigmfrat]

Repost from the discord regarding how my elderbrains work.

This is based mostly on that one bit from the illithiad saying that the elderbrains are lying to illithid just so they can eat them because I love that so much 💕 This is also regarding my Ulitharid OC Diadem

Ok ok ok, took a shower and thunked about squids, not specifically about Diadem and Menanok's relationship but relating to Diadem's fate. though I now know how it ends

So anyways, as I've said many times before, my Elderbrains are sentient cancers that act similar to halo graveminds and reproduce via ceremorphing Ulitharids. Ulitharids, as well as all mindflayers, believe that the elderbrain is simply a second life stage and is a continuation of the ulitharid who spawns it, however, the newborn elderbrain is recycling the Ulitharid's flesh to make its new body and is an entirely different entity.

I have decided that the Elderbrain starts as a teeny tiny seed that hitches a ride inside of a tadpole by being eaten, the Elderbrain is occasionally releasing these seeds into its pool involuntarily to be picked up by them, a colony with no elderbrain will produce no Ulitharids.

The infected tadpole, if able to survive the full 10 years in the brine, will then be implanted into a thrall and the seed will then root itself to the thyroid gland of the newborn illithid when its organs reform. It will then cause the newborn's thyroid to up the growth hormones causing it to sprout the extra tentacles and grow larger and stronger than the rest of its peers. The advantages of an ulitharid over common illithid is entirely to protect the elderbrain young that the ulitharid is carrying and knows nothing about.

The seed remains dormant but adsorbs the knowledge and experiences that the ulitharid gains through its life, and when that seed has gained enough it will flip a switch in the Ulitharid's mind and make it feel as though it needs to leave its colony, on average this is usually within 250 years of the ulitharid's birth.

Once a new colony is established, the Ulitharid will leave its home and make its way to its new territory. Being outside of an Elderbrain's range will cause the seed to come out of dormancy and at its soonest convenience will then put the Ulitharid through a second ceremorphosis exactly as its original host went through. The ulitharid's insides will liquefy and reform as brain matter in the form of the elderbrain's newborn body, killing the ulitharid in the process.

Usually, the Elderbrain will take on the name and parade as the personality of the Ulitharid that birthed it for a few generations, just so the illithid in its colony stay unaware of what happened, though it's not really needed the majority of the time.

If the ulitharid somehow learns of this seed it has the ability to halt it in a few ways:

The first and most drastic is to become an alhoon. Becoming an undead makes the body worthless to a seed and will kill it rather quickly, this comes with the regular benefits and disadvantages of lichdom.

The second and easiest, the removal of the seed. through surgery, if the illithid knows where it even is, the tiny seed can be removed. The loss of the extra hormones the seed produced will cause the extra tentacles to weaken, eventually atrophy, and then fall off, the Ulitharid will lose somewhat of its stature, and its power will lessen considerably to that of a common illithid. If surgery is not an option, cloning is available if a necromancer is found or the Ulitharid is willing to learn, the new body will always be that of a normal illithid.

Some colonies that are against elderbrains, usually originally founded by Ulitharid freed from their seed, will kill any Ulitharid on sight to protect themselves from any possible elderbrains taking control of their city and thus, them.

pg 43 of the illithiad The Essential Fiction implies that "Life with the elder brain represents the highest form of being!" Illithids believe that their individual psyches survive in some sort of exalted, individuated fashion once their corporeal bodies die and their brain tissue merges with that of the elder brain. In point of fact, the personality of each elder brain develops during its first few years as a sentient creature and is controlled by the original illithid minds forming its nucleus. The elder brain subsumes additional personalities—only utilizing their skills, hard knowledge, and memories of significant events. The possibility of individual illithids penetrating this lie is quite small, as elder brains will not divulge any information for fear of jeopardizing their supply of fresh gray matter. By the time individuals learn the truth, it is already too late; they have become a permanent portion of the elder brain.

[transformersbrainrot]

LOST LIGHT DND CAMPAIGN

I don't mean a Transformers inspired DND campaign by the way. I mean the Lost Light crew playing a DND campaign. Who would DM? What would everyone's classes be? I haven't fleshed this idea out AT ALL but I need it to be real.

SUGGESTIONS WELCOME BTW!

[morangoowada]

Goth...... Goth Druid Gundham

[blue-mirage]

I’m posting an art dump because I’ve been having art block recently and haven’t gotten much new art done ;-; so here is some art I never posted below the cut.

This came from a dumb what if idea I had in my head and that was if Drift started cutting off more bot hands for Ratchet I couldn’t figure out the blur properly lol.

This was a test of a new style with my OC Shiva. I really liked how it turned out but I didn’t post it since it was a test.

And finally a design update for one of my Pathfinder (similar to DND) characters Cessair. And yes she does have seven fingers that is, in fact, not a mistake. I messed up the lineart on this so it didn’t color properly it was also lower opacity I think.

[annabelle-creart]

Heatwave trying to be sinister for the first time in a dnd campaigne

Blades with a frying pan on his subspace

[gr3ml1ngu7z]

I drew Ben 10 and Noah as cybertronion bc I haven’t seen anyone draw that yet🙏I also drew two of my dnd cybertronion charter pulse and chain link🤞

[idwtransformers-vibe]

Oathbreaker! Prowl drabble:

Prowl sat in the stable of his homestead. He stared at his old sword, almost as if he were reminiscing his early years as a paladin, before he became an oathbreaker. It felt like he lost a piece of himself the day he broke his oath or finally lost that piece that is. He remembered feeling the painful spasms in his chest as emptiness grew. In a way, he did lose part of himself. He lost the youthful side of himself. The side that believed he would never dirty his hands, have a sinning soul, and a sinister walk. Yet, here he is. While he abides by laws, he also breaks them if deemed necessary. He walks around drenched in blood. He could rival a blood thirsty bhaalspawn if he wanted to. The dead could march to his rhythm, and he can cast hellish rebuke can scortch his enemies, make them suffer, even force them to turn on each other. He could do so much worse if he wanted to. In fact, he planned to, he wanted to be his enemies nightmare, he wanted to be their monster, to be the story and ledgend they crafted up about him. Until he met his spouse.

His sweet, endearing, loving spouse. They were his moon. Their presence brought him nothing but peace. He hadn't felt peace when he had met them. The feeling of it washed over on him like water splashing on an out of control fire. The feeling was addicting. He's been through so many wars, so many missions, all of which filled with bloodshed that he forgot what peace is.

He couldn't help himself. All he could do was love them with his entire being. People tried to warn his spouse away, telling them it's a bad idea to get tangled up in an oathbreakers life. Funny enough, he agrees with those people, but his spouse didn't turn and leave... They stayed.

They stayed with him through thick and thin. After the destruction of their village, they followed him everywhere. He made them, but they did so willingly as well. Even after unintentionally scaring them, they stayed.

He sighs as he sets the sword down. It's been 3 years now since he married them, and their love still ran deeper than any source of magic. His face tugged into a tiny smile. He looks at the horses who were busy eating their dinner.

"Prowl?" He heard their voice carry through the stable.

"Yes, love?" He responds, turning his head some to look at them.

They stood in the doorway of the stable. They had the door cracked open some, letting the orange rays of the sunset seep into the stable. "Dinner is ready."

"I thought I told you that I'll worry about dinner." He gave them a light frown. He could have sworn that he told them at the beginning of the day that he'll make it.

"Yes, but I thought you could use a break." His spouse walked further into the stable, patting some of the horses as they went along. "Besides, you just got back home after being gone for a few months."

"And you have been taking care of the homestead while I was away." He huffed.

His spouse only chuckled and came closer to him. "I think taking care of a homestead is easier than fighting a battle and scheming plans." They pointed out.

They only heard Prowl give a low grumble. He placed his hands on their hips and pulled them closer. He leans down a bit and stares at them with those cold, brilliant, cyan, blue eyes that they have grown to love so much. "You are stubborn sometimes."

"You should be the last one to say that." They teased.

"Hm." Prowl then gave them a light peck on the lips. In reality, he truly does appreciate them making dinner. "But thank you, I sincerely do appreciate it." He brings them into a hug. Prowl rested his face on the side of their head. Leaving chaste kisses on their ear.

"Let's go eat and then settle down in bed." They suggested. He pulls away nods in agreement. Prowl takes their hand and walks with them back to the cottage.

After dinner and getting cleaned up, they finally got under the covers and settled themselves into bed. Prowl lay on his side with a hand wrapped around his spouses' waist. Pulling them closer to the point they're pressed against his body. He rested his eyes closed, not asleep yet, but just relaxing himself first.

"Prowl?"

"Hm?"

"Could we ride up to the mountain peak tomorrow?"

Prowl held back a snicker. "You get cold easily."

"I do not." They protested.

"Care to explain all the cold nights on our travels? You always held onto me when we slept."

They scoffed at him. "Says the one who said we needed to share a bedroll."

"Yes, but I wasn't the one with my legs and arms wrapped around you."

"It was winter."

Prowl couldn't hold back a chuckle. "We'll go to the mountains peak."

"You couldn't have said that from the beginning?"

"It was a mere warning, love." He nuzzled their face some and gave them a kiss on the cheek. "Now sleep. We'll get up early tomorrow and try to beat the sunrise."

"I love you."

"I love you, too, darling."

[regular-samdragon]

Love having new AU ideas at work jvjvjjd anyways, Transformers Prime au where the human kids convince the Autobots to play Dungeons and Dragons with them. That's it, that's the au.

Of all the kids I think it makes most sense for Raf to be the one who sets it all up. Maybe he's always wanted to play it but never had a large enough group of friends to do so till now. Jack likely knows about DnD but avoided it due to it being a nerd game (or perceived that way) and idk if Miko would've heard about it at all.

Optimus - Dragonborn Paladin. Dude is so paladin coded, I can't imagine him playing anything else. As for race, I think Optimus would be completely lost on what to choose and end up letting the kids choose for him. Went with dragonborn because I'm incredibly biased towards them. I can see his character being a silver dragonborn with spots of red and blue scales. I wanna draw that so bad now oml

Ratchet - Modified Construct (as in, a homebrew Construct race that's literally just a Cybertronian but human height) Cleric. Or maybe an artificer that leans more towards healing? Idk if one can make a healing artificer but I'm sure Ratchet would go that route. I imagine he would have the hardest time getting into the game at first. And then getting so absorbed into it, he ends up looking up all the game lore in his spare time and becoming the most obsessed with the game by the end of the campaign.

Bulkhead - Halfling, gnome, or dwarf, because I think it would be funny if Bulkhead played the small character while Miko played the giant one. I can see him being either a fighter or a bard, giving him an excuse to blast rock music whenever his character plays music in game

Bumblebee - Human rougue. Let him be fast and sneaky as a treat

Arcee - Human monk. She wants to punch and kick things real good

Jack - Feel like he'd end up defaulting to being the only magic based class user since everyone else would be so focused on physical type combat. I myself have a hard time playing magic based classes, but warlock is fairly easy to understand I think? Would be an interesting dynamic between Jack's and Optimus' characters, as one is powered by holy light and the other gains power from a demonic pact. Fairly sure he'd stick to human for race, maybe half elf

Miko - Goliath or half giant for race, as big as she can possibly make her character. Can't decide between barbarian or bard for her. Whichever Bulkhead goes with, she'd maybe go opposite? Whatever covers the bases of the other, as I'm sure they'd plan out their characters together

Rafael - No doubt in my mind that he'd be the DM. I think he'd be a very patient DM and be able to find ways to explain the game to the Autobots that the other two couldn't really do themselves. May even homebrew creatures in the game to look like native creatures of Cybertron after consulting Ratchet on them. If he was playing a character, I see him going with a wizard/sorceror elf. Probably in the event that Ratchet gets so into the game that he ends up DMing the next campaign jbjvjjd Which uhhh certainly becomes an experience for all involved

Anyways, that's all I have right now. Just blatantly combing my two current hyperfixations together eteutudyfiy

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Dndformers Bumblebee and Starscream

[samdragons-official-art]

Putting myself on blast before I just forget to do this entirely BUT Transformers Prime au where the autobots learn to play Dungeon and Dragons. Not sure of a name for this yet, just going with tfp dnd au for now. Basically, the idea is that the human kids teach the autobots to play dnd and it ends up being a regular thing they do every week. Honestly most likely spear headed by Raf, who probably always wanted to play but didn't have enough friends to play it with. With Raf as the DM of their first campaign, he'd likely flavor the game a bit to blend in some cybertronian aspects into the fantasy world. Like inserting predacons into the game, or homebrewing warforged to be more like human sized cybertronians, etc. Here is a list (and some sketches) of what I think the autobots would play as

Optimus Prime as a silver dragonborn paladin

He's so paladin coded I can't imagine him playing as any other class. I don't think he'd actually have an idea of what race to play as, letting the kids choose for him. Personally, I'm biased towards dragonborn, and think he'd make a really cool one jbjvjdn

Arcee as a human monk of the astral self

Let Arcee kick and punch things real good. Also, manifesting more fists for the many more punching

Human rouge Bumblebee

Let him be fast and sneaky as a treat. Maybe give him one or two magical daggers with a slight lightning charge to them for the fun of it.

Warforged cleric Ratchet

I can see Ratchet having the hardest time getting into the game at first, and then becoming the most obsessed with the lore and rules. Unable to imagine himself as anything other than cybertronian, he'd go for being a warforged. And also, I can definitely see him taking up the DM role for future campaigns

I dont have sketches for the rest, but I still have ideas

Bulkhead - Dwarven bard or fighter, maybe even multiclassing from bard into fighter. I find it really hard to decide what to do for him class wise, but I think it would be fun for him to play a smaller race (hence dwarf) while Miko played the larger one. I've been leaning more towards bard for Bulkhead due to maybe a desire to not play the tank role? He's already the tank in regular battles, perhaps he'd like to play a support role instead for a change of pace?

Miko - Either half orc or goliath barbarian. Going as big as she possibly can, even making her character taller than Prime's for the hell of it. She just wants to go rage and crash straight into battle whenever she can.

Jack - Still unsure about race for him, maybe human or half elf? But I'm set on him going with Warlock. It'd be fun and interesting if the campaign set up had versions of Primus and Unicron as deities. Double so if Optimus got his paladin powers from Primus while Jack got his warlock spells from a pact with Unicron. The kind of campaign drama this could cause, can you imagine?

Rafeal - Definitely the original instigator in getting this dnd play to happen. He is such a dnd nerd type kid to me, maybe pushing more for the sci-fi aspects into the game over fantasy, but doing his best to make it a fun game for all. I have a scenario in my head where Raf is so excited to affect the game when someone rolls their first 1/critical failure in the game. But then it ends up that Optimus is the first one to roll a 1 in the game, and cue Raf having an internal panic over not wanting to be mean to Optimus jvjvjjsj

Okay that's all I've got rn jbjvjjd bye

[earthstellar]

Concept: IDW 1 D&D AU

Ratchet is a Cleric as the strongest among his healing class, but he struggles with the more esoteric nature of what he does, and often struggles to utilise more prayer-based healing methods

Pharma is the leading Cleric at his temple as a result of Ratchet's struggles, as Pharma is considered a devout practitioner with strengths in ALL aspects of healing

Drift is a Paladin who used to be a Rogue/Ranger/something along those lines, and they meet at Ratchet's healing temple when Drift goes on a spiritual pilgrimage and Ratchet is in the middle of a crisis of faith (in both his temple deity and his own skills; he worries if he can't fully spiritually connect, is he really a good healer?)

While Drift is visiting and participates in a reception of blessings ritual with other travellers and those undertaking pilgrimage, something goes awry, and the rest of the Clerics are possessed by some unknown evil-- Ratchet is spared, due to his connection to prayer being the weakest among the rest of the Clerics present, thus making it easier for him to break free of the ritual, and he pulls Drift out of it as well

It turns out Pharma was approached by another Paladin on a pilgrimage; It was Tarn, who threatened the reputation of their temple and manipulated Pharma into utilising a prayer from Tarn's deity to open the reception ritual, which ended up being an invocation of a dark entity rather than an actual prayer

Drift and Ratchet have to escape the temple-- Or, alternatively, they have to try to purify it, in an effort to spare the rest of the Clerics. (This would include Ambulon, First Aid, Hoist, etc.)

Ratchet, being connected to the deity of the temple by nature (even if it is a nature he doesn't fully accept at this point) is the best one to attempt purification, and Drift bolsters Ratchet's strength with his own powers of faith

With Drift's help, Ratchet is able to fully connect with the deity of the temple for the first time, and successfully clears the shadows of possession from the temple and its inhabitants/visitors/patients

Pharma is taken in by Paladin guards, while Tarn is nowhere to be found. Banished with the shadow entities, or simply escaped?

They want Ratchet to be the new leading Cleric while Pharma is held for investigation, but he declines as he is still shaken by having a purely spiritual experience that he can't quite integrate with his conceptualisation of faith or healing, so he leaves First Aid in charge before leaving with Drift to accompany him on the rest of his pilgrimage

IDK I feel like this could be interesting; Drift is secure in his faith here, while Ratchet can't reconcile the spiritual elements of his work with the physical, tangible elements of it.

Bonus: Since Drift and Ratchet are from different temples, they have different deities and different beliefs/spiritual abilities as a result.

A Paladin and a Cleric enter a small pub on the roadside, looking to rest after weathering a storm on their path. At the bar, there is a half-Giant who preaches to a crowd of Dwarves and half-Orcs, who raise up their steins and cheer...