#unrelated but please free me from the elf capital

[sunandfall-elf]

Hey Vsauce! Ratphys here! So what I'm hearing is that the average elf girl therefore has girlstink equivalent to 300 kilowhiffs(kw for short) which is quite a lot. The most likely equivalent(kilowatt-hours) suggests that one elf girl could stink nearly 30 american homes with her smell alone per year.

Scaling up to cities, by the kind girlstink's estimaions, the dwarven bard girl can privide her smell to an entire industrialized city for a year(1150 Gwh). I don't know what this all means exactly but clearly this is an untapped resource that can be used to better society.

Average goblin girl has as much girlstink as 150 elf girls (roughly 45 megawhiffs)

[reluming]

dimension 20: an explainer

ok so i’ve decided to finally make a post about dimension 20 to try and drag as many people in here with me as i can!!!!

do you want to watch something extremely funny, heartwarming, and diverse that will give you so many found family feelings? dimension 20 is here for you.

dimension 20 is a dungeons & dragons actual play show featuring GORGEOUS battle sets and brennan lee mulligan as the magnificent DM. there are two main campaigns (a third one coming out in april) which are 17 episodes each and feature the same cast, and two unrelated “sidequests” which are only 6 episodes each and feature different casts.

what i love about the casting is that the cast for the main campaign includes:

zac oyama and lou wilson, two incredible icons of colour

ally beardsley, the most wonderful chaotic nonbinary gay icon

and 3 out of 6 of the players for escape from the bloodkeep are poc!!! WE LOVE TO SEE IT

dimension 20 hires sensitivity consultants as well!! which makes me very happy. you can tell they really put a lot of thought and care into great representation 💜

all of dimension 20 is available to watch via dropout.tv. i personally think the dropout subscription is totally worth it as there’s like... a total of probably 120+ hours of content for dimension 20?? and dropout is like £4 ($5 or something??) a month. but a lot of the content is available on youtube, and there’s also a free trial on dropout, so you don’t have to pay for any of it if you can’t afford it.

main campaigns (17 episodes each):

1. fantasy high: available to watch for free on youtube starting here

my favourite. this is an awesome YA fantasy story set basically in a magical version of US suburbia about a bunch of nerdy awkward teenagers during their first year of high school at the aguefort adventuring academy. just a bunch of kids trying to figure out who they are and who they want to become while also solving mysteries and fighting monsters!!

this campaign technically has 2 seasons but the second season (sophomore year) is a live show rather than pre-recorded and does not feature any battle sets, so it’s branded as “dimension 20 live” rather than “dimension 20”. (this was really confusing for me at first.) sophomore year is mostly only available on dropout at the moment.

overall (taking into account sophomore year) it’s a very gay campaign:

2 of the PCs are canonically queer (one is a lesbian; the other is probably bi)

there are at least three regular NPCs who are queer (one gay dude; two lesbians including an autistic black girl!)

there’s an NPC who is a NONBINARY BI POLYAM PIRATE AND I LOVE THEM

2. the unsleeping city: available on dropout for a subscription fee (but there’s a free trial)

urban fantasy set in new york city! there’s a thrilling fight set during a broadway musical! one of the characters is a dirty rat man and he will make you cry! another is an older black man who has dedicated his life to serving the people of new york and he will ALSO make you cry! ally beardsley plays an extremely chaotic trans guy!! the ultimate enemy is capitalism! also there are so many pigeons! it’s beautiful and full of thoughts about what the american dream means for different people.

the first eight eps are free on youtube but not the rest, for some reason?

3. a crown of candy: as yet unreleased season set in 🍭CANDYLAND🍭, first ep dropping 8th april on dropout! LOOK AT THE SHINY TRAILER HERE and tell me that doesn’t make you want to SCREAM with delight at the brilliant aesthetic

sidequests (6 episodes each):

1. escape from the bloodkeep: available to watch for free on youtube starting here

basically the ending of lord of the rings, from the point of view of the villains. very delightful. there’s a hot spider mom! a sexy pirate! a wet elf! an evil version of hagrid! a useless nazgûl! and an evil princess who is pregnant with the child of the lord of shadows! they all form unexpected bonds with each other and get through their terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day (seriously, the whole campaign takes place over the span of one day) TOGETHER ✨

2. tiny heist: available on dropout for a subscription fee (but there’s a free trial)

this one has the mcelroys! it’s a HEIST, but TINY! basically it’s toy story crossed with oceans eleven and if that doesn’t make you want to watch it then idk you. here’s the first ep free on youtube

AAAAND THAT’S IT! hit me up if you have any questions about the show and if any of you start watching it i WILL want you to come talk to me about it PLEASE 🙇🏻

[punchfacefist]

Light Lost in Shadows Part II

           On all sides of Imara'el, the clamor of battle deafened his senses. Instincts pulled him to join the fray, rather than flee with the Undercity civilians. He counted each soldier in his squad as they passed him. watching as they dematerialized in front of the shimmer orb that depicted the iron spires of Orgrimmar. On the other side was safety.            "That's the last!" the towering Tauren rumbled as an Undead shambled past Ima. The two exchanged a glance at one another, Ima was certain he recognized her somewhere, and she him. The troll holding the portal let out a scream as a barrage of Night Elf arrows plunged through his robes. The portal wavered and collapsed.            "Damn!" the squad leader gripped his axe tightly. "We'll need to join another squad."            Ima searched the empty statue-strewn courtyard of the ruins of Lordaeron. An orc soldier unwittingly left behind a map detailing the evacuation portals. Imara'el's portal was situated in the courtyard, and a number of other portals in the outlying regions of the capital.            "There's a chance the western gardens portal is still up and evacuating civilians, Captain," Ima suggested. "We can join that squad." The squad leader looked from the map to the Blood Elf in thought.            "A good choice, boy," the Tauren agreed. "Let's not waste any time."            Right from the courtyard, down the promenade, down a long corridor, and right again into an open lane. The remains of a skirmish was strewn about here, Alliance and Horde fallen in death locked in combat.            "Earth Mother!" the Tauren exclaimed frightened by the grisly scene. Imara'el's breath caught in his throat.            This is inevitable. The voice stung in ima's head. It reveled in this carnage. He could sense its delight at the scene of death.            "We have to hurry," Ima urged the captain. One passage after another until the squad guarding the portal was well in sight. Undead still funneled through it. The Orc in charge of the squad regarded the two with a salute.            "Lok'tar, you two," he greeted the Tauren and Blood Elf. "Where is your squad?"            "On the other side in Orgrimmar," the Tauren explained the situation. A barrage of artillery whistled down against the wall behind the squad.            "We have to go now, Captain!" a grunt shouted, "The wall can't hold against another bombardment like that!"            "We're not finished here, damn it!" the orc shouted, "Get through to your squad, we'll hold the line! For the Horde!" The Tauren returned the declaration and looked one last time at Imara'el.            "Lightsong, we have to go now!" He wasn't paying attention to any of them. The wall was cracked. If it came down, none of them to get home safely.            None of you will return. There was a chance this was certain. The Alliance would be unrelenting. They would cut down all soldiers of the Horde in front of them. Perhaps, he thought, there was a chance he could buy just enough time. One Blood Elf against the legions of Stormwind? Nobody was possibly that foolhardy. Imara'el, of course, was nobody.            "Lightsong!" the Tauren repeated. "Let's go!" The Tauren spun Imara'el around to face him by the shoulder. Imara'el stared at the squad leader a moment.            "Get those civilians through the portal, already!" Imara'el ordered. The Tauren was taken aback. He turned and joined the squad to finish, and they all turned as the wall buckled. A glaive sang through the air, knocked out of its path as Imara'el blocked it with his body.            "Everyone's through!" the Orc captain shouted. "Lightsong! You get your Blood Elf ass through this portal now!" Imara'el was winded. He knew his armor would hold against the blow, but something cracked. He reached into his side pack; his hearthstone. Only enough for one more teleport, it seemed.            "Get out of here, already," Imara'el said. He squeezed the white stone in his hand, feeling it hum with energy. The Orc grabbed hold of him, and he pushed off, handing the hearthstone off as he did.            Nothing you do matters. Imara'el felt the emptiness of the area. There was no Horde here left. The stone wound gushed blood of blue and silver. The battalion of Stormwind struggled through the narrow space, and that was an advantage Imara'el would definitely use.            "By the Light, the Sun sets for you," Imara'el recited. He stared down the oncoming forces of the Alliance.  A back row of mages began to prepare spells; Imara'el threw his shield, and it bounced from one caster to another, crushing throats and striking heads, before it returned to his arm. A dwarf charged him first, axes raised for a sweeping cleave. Imara'el countered with his shield, lifting her off her feet and sprawling on her back. A pair of humans leveled their rifles and fired, one shot missed completely, Imara'el's sword split the other with a controlled swing. Demon Hunters flanked from either side. He deflected and parried, pushing his right foe off with his shield and kicking the left in the chest. Warlocks stepped forward summoning a large demon from the Nether, while a Draenei charged for their turn. Imara'el side-stepped, grabbing the Paladin by her horn and throwing her bodily into the demon's open maw. A Gnome attempted an airborne surprise attack, Imara'el swatted him out of the air with his shield to careen against the stone wall. A Night Elf took advantage of their comrade's diversion and lanced Imara'el with rapiers. Imara'el staggered a moment, the blades pierced through, one in his right leg, the other through his left arm. He severed the blades from their wielder.            There's so many of them, he thought, I can only hold for so long. But I'll won't let them-- The thought was interrupted as two polearms impaled through him.            Oh come on! I can not keep a good set of armor for more than a week, can I? The Alliance surrounded him on all sides, parting way for their commander to stride in. He was stoically built, donning armor for one barely looked to join battle at all. He was greying in the hair, and lines formed on his face.            "A lone Blood Elf on the line between the Alliance," the commander condescended. "I'm curious, boy. What did you hope to accomplish here? You're outmatched. You're outnumbered. You have no reinforcements coming, and yet you hold the line. Why do you still fight, then, when you clearly have no hope of succeeding?" Why, indeed. Imara'el knew he had no chance of survival here. His grip tightened on his sword. He leaned forward, remembering the small amount of Common he learned.            "Because," he whispered in the Commander's ear, "I can still hold a sword." His final act of defiance came in the motion of his sword severing the Commander's arm from his shoulder. His hand spasmed as a shaman's lightning arced over him. He concentrated, long enough, to clap his hands together, as if to pray, and issued a blast of blinding light. Alliance soldiers clawed at their eyes. The stench of undeath carried on a wind from the east. He sensed this would be his last act, to take as many Alliance with him possible.           Death is not glorious. His eyes watered, his lungs burned, his throat swelled, and his skin began to disintegrate. This was death. And he'd finally be rid of the damn voices once and for all... Imara'el gasped sharply as fresh, salty air entered his lungs. He shot up, forehead colliding with the low stone ceiling hard and he rolled and hit the cavern floor on his side. He writhed at the newfound and sudden pain, cursing to himself in Thalassian with such an intensity that would make most other Blood Elves faint.            "Hm, hm, hm," a stifled chuckle observed from the other side of the cavern brought Imara'el to look round for its source. He spotted the Elf seated against the cavern wall, garbed in bronze robes. His was an older face, but one Imara'el remembered and knew well enough.            "You are a piece of work, Imara'el Lightsong," Vana'diel declared, "I mean, that was courageously valiant, but also recklessly stupid."            "There was no other option," Imara'el replied.            "You had every chance to escape with the squad," Vana'diel pointed out, "but you decided to stay behind to face the Alliance and death." Imara'el paused to remember everything that happened. "I did it for the Horde." Vana'diel scoffed. "Please, we both know damn well you did it for her." Imara'el looked up as another presence entered his periphery. She stepped out of the shadows of the cavern. Her hair was red as the skies at dusk, piercing gold eyes studying him silently. She bore a scar crossed down her left eye, the only mark on her otherwise flawless tanned skin. The breath caught in Ima's chest at the sight of her, and she with him.            "Lariah," he gasped, "This is impossible... you died! I watched you die!"            "I could very well say the same of you, Half-Ear," she returned, "yet here we are." Ima turned a pointed glance at Vana'diel for an explanation.            "How is this possible?"            "Time is not strictly a direct progression of cause to effect, as one would believe," Vana'diel began, "It's more like a single river broken up by a lot of stones. The current can diverge and split, but in the end, it all ends up at the same destination. There are some points, though, where a river can create another path, as it were."            "He means I'm from a timeline where you died and I lived," Lariah simplified the explanation. A thought occurred to Ima. "Which timeline is the first original one, then?" Vana'diel sucked in a breath. "I'm not allowed to say," he answered hesitantly. "Nozdormu won't let us. Last time one of my siblings let it slip, he was reverted to an egg." Long silence filled the cavern as everyone slowly let everything settle. Ima had a lot to process.            They are not your friends. The voice still remained. Ima sighed, clutching his head fighting off their words.            "Their grasp on you is getting worse," Vana'diel observed. "There is a way to break free, but it's risky. I can't tell you how it goes down, but I can only ask you to trust me on this."            "Like with my sister," Ima responded. He had seen the kindness and power he was capable of, and knew without him, Ilirria would never have returned to him and Istaniel.            "What do I have to do?" Ima asked without another moment's hesitation. He protested internally that he had to do this alone; but he was at a point he wasn't sure if he could. He didn't even have a plan!            "You know that Undead you saw evacuating Lordaeron?"             imara'el bid his farewell to the Bronze Dragon and his love from another timeline. It was middle of the night, and the Cleft of Shadow was darker even now than usual. The huddled masses of the Undead unaccustomed to sunlight peered searchingly at the Blood Elf as he strode past them. She sat huddled in small hut tucked away in a dark corner, mumbling to herself and scribbling glyphs into parchment. She looked near feral, wearing tattered clothing that looked stripped from a lesser fortunate soul some years before. She worked busily, paying Ima's presence no mind, until her imp pat her on the head.           "Boss you got a visitor," the imp announced squeakily.            "Not now, Gobnik," she brushed her servant away with a bony hand, "Have no time. No time! Must prepare before Winter's Veil. Before! Yes. No distractions. Make them go away."            "Mirina," Imara'el said sternly. The Forsaken looked up from her parchment at him.            "I need your help.” To Be Continued...