#veid

[ninawolv3rina]

D&D was tonight! Finally got to reveal a character who's been living rent free in my head for almost a year now. Meet Veid, scholar of shadowy magicks

OC: Veid (he/him)

[cedar-scars]

hello mr leopard you mentioned having dragon adventures lore can we hear it pleade :3 ? (As much as you’re comfy with sharing

100 percent !‼���‼️‼️‼️

this is gonna be a long post (oh boy)

so!!!! Firstly I’m gonna start with dragon trainers/riders as a whole!! since that’s basically where the game starts 😼

Most people who want to become dragon trainers typically come from Origins, one of the most densely populated areas in Dragonaria (excluding the Undercity), mainly because of the high levels of Rocirus’ that are native to the realm. Origin’s weather and geography are very good for farming and general living, so it brandishes itself as the best place to be. (I’ll get into all the Realms later :3)

Most new trainers are younger, think similar to Pokémon’s age range (14-16), and their parents accompany them when attempting to buy or tame their first dragon. However, a young trainer’s first dragon can be perceived similar to someone’s first car, especially if the kid’s dream job is something like Tundra farming, and their parents will save up money to buy a Tundra egg for their kid’s first dragon.

The reasoning for the parent’s buying an egg is because nobody wants to try and get your kid a wild freaking Glacegar and watch it throw your child around like a ragdoll for their first time riding. Though finding eggs in the wild is an option, the mothers of these nests are typically fierce in defense of their offspring. So, we just go to the shop near the Worldcircle (world teleporter ykyk) and buy one for like, how much you’d expect a new car to cost.

Realm-skipping is typically frowned upon by older generations, though other younger trainers may or may not think having a Venu as your first dragon is the coolest thing ever (reminiscent to how beginners of the game typically treat other world dragons).

Most beginners start out with just an Origins egg though, and the process of incubation is something their parents or another rider will teach them, and the raising of their new dragon will be their first priority during their beginner years.

There is no specific licensing to own or fly a dragon, only for specific tasks in realms, such as Tundra farming, or Prehistoric beast hunting. The reasoning for this being that each realm comes with its own challenges, and making sure the rider is ready for such things.

There is also the Undercity’s licensing, being the amount of dragons you can have out and with you. Because of the shop-like center the Undercity is, the higher ups prefer to keep the dragons bustling about to a minimum (you don’t want a Radidon squishing your goods 😭🙏). The levels of these licenses entirely depends on money, not experience, so it’s sometimes abused by those with higher levels of wealth.

Now for the biggest thing: storing these dang things 🥲

Dragons are giant in some cases, and storing them was an issue for many of the first trainers/riders. However, Dragonstones were found/invented (the history books get fuzzy around there, whether someone found them or not) and revolutionized dragon storing and riding. Though stables are still in use in most places, when traveling with a large group of dragons, you’ll store your dragon stones in a bag or backpack respectively.

The Dragonstones look similar to Flairstones, but vary in size depending on the species it stores. Common, Uncommon, Rare, etc. (This logic would make Veid’s stones be massive, a sign of wealth if you will.) Due to these restrictions, higher level dragon riders will have larger bags to carry their higher quality dragons. Each species’ stone will have a different symbol, though sizes are simply determined by rarity. (Also Flairstones, you just slap those things on your Dragonstones and you get the flair equipped!!! They merge all cool-like, and are permanent in this lore :3)

When it comes to customization of dragons (prim/sec/tert mat/color pots) the potions are pretty simple. Quick-working magic that shows itself in your dragons fur/feathers/scales in a few hours. Though legendary potions are another story.

Most potions are brewed by an alchemist and sent out to be sold. Very rarely is an alchemist a rider as well, this being because of how profitable alchemy is, who would need to ride and fly around anyhow? But legendary alchemists are both frowned upon and celebrated by dragon riders.

Legendary potions are made with dragon magic, they cannot be made simply with materials from the world itself. Dragon magic is stored in a dragon’s heart (unfortunately) and this leads to large harvests of dragon souls (as they’re often referred to as by traders/alchemists). Each legendary potion varies depending on the souls used to make it (rarity again), and not only do higher levels of potions give you the very cool colors, but also advanced abilities. (It compounds, Common gives nothing, Uncommon gives 1.5x, Rare gives 2x, Epic gives 4x, 8, 16, it goes on.)

The higher value these potions are, the higher they go for in the Undercity. Not to mention, there is a shop in the back row near the fishing pools, simply labeled ��Refinery”, where people often seem to drop their dragons off for a hearty profit, though they never see them again. 😨😨

but yeah!!!!!! that’s the basics involving gameplay!!! I might yap about the realms later (grassland, jungle, volcano, etc.) but that’s all I have time for rn I am so hungry I neeed to make eggs

[sylphistiasymptom]

Dezel bag

And a tiiiiny bit of Zav :)

[0birdmasta0]

wild experience when i was doing the nye hellquest and i pulled out my veidreki at someone's request and everyone got so so excited.

is that what it feels like to be popular?

[erofotofierer]

Olga (Set 1)

[ninawolv3rina]

This is the last thing you see before you die*

*are politely asked to leave his study

OC: Veid (he/him)

[beepboop260]

a doodle for my darling @pangtasias-atelier since he's been playing zes/tiria and talking about za/veid in ze/los' outfit a lot

we be experimenting with my style and stuff i can do

[thetreasuregoblin]

Manifestations of Magic: Pact Magic

In some ways, Pact Magic is the simplest form of magic to practice. Many magical beings, from the humble brownie to the powerful elemental lord, are willing to strike bargains will mortals in exchange for favors. However, it is also potentially the most dangerous for its practitioners.

Much like mortals, spirits and other beings will desire an agreement that is their best interests, or at least one that is worth the trouble. Even if you aren't dealing with a particularly malicious or avaricious being, the majority of them do not think of value in the same way you and I might. Seldom will one engage in a simple transaction involving currency, gems or precious metals (there are some exceptions to this rule, pixies love collecting shiny baubles and spirits of Earth may wish for gems or metals to be "returned" to them), so it behooves the hopeful Pact-binder to be educated on the being they hope to bargain with, and to be wise to any deception in the process.

Most minor pacts are short and involve a simple trade. A service or object in exchange for a particular task. Needless to say that the language used in these agreements ought to be as clear and simple as possible (devils and particularly intelligent fey are more complex, and a pact with one of these beings is not recommended for the inexperienced) to avoid any confusion, intentional or no. More long-term agreements may require a steady stream of compensation or complex favors in return. An important note: When forming a pact one should NEVER agree to an unspecified future favor; this is a favored tactic of the fey and such ill-advised bargains are the subject of many a cautionary tale. Permanent or even multi-generational pacts are rather unusual, but I shall briefly touch upon two well-known traditions of pact magic here: the elemental Warlocks of Jabal and the Theurgists of Veid.

The Warlocks of Jabal are comprised of a number of small "schools," usually remotely located and often rather fortified. The internal structures of each school, and their activities at large, vary greatly. According to some of the histories in the area, the Warlocks originate from six founding members, who each struck a powerful bargain with an Elemental Lord. In addition to unknown prices paid by those founders, supposedly one stipulation of the pact was that the Warlocks pass on responsibility (and power) of said pact to a chosen heir. The veracity of this claim is disputed, but it certainly would explain the esoteric nature of these Warlock schools. Also worth mentioning is that, likely in part due to the Warlocks' reputation, "warlock" is a term often used by the layman to describe Diabolists and even other, more benign Pact-Binders.

Theurgists are singular in several ways compared to other Pact-Binders or even other magical practitioners, and I am currently conducting a study regarding their practices and origins in more detail, but for the purposes of this work I will explain the most pertinent details.

A Theurgist is created by way of a ritual that binds a spirit to the body and essence of a subject. The most common targets of this ritual are sorcerers who are unable to control their power (either due to lack of discipline or physical limitation), but there are also records of the ritual being used to reverse a possession or even ameliorate the symptoms of a curse. What sets this process apart, when compared to other Pact Magic, is that its purpose is not to reach greater heights of power, but rather to keep in check another power present in the subject. It still requires consent of both parties, like other Pacts, and the Theurgist does gain access to unique magical talents as a result. Though it has been life-saving in many cases, and has resulted in some of the greatest magical minds of this world, it is a double-edged sword. The spirit and the Theurgist are in constant communication, and as any student of this fine university can attest, sharing a space (much less your mind and body) with another for too long can be a weight upon the soul. However, as few other ways have been found to solve the problems that Theurgy solves, I feel quite assured in saying that most Theurgists would find the benefit outweighs the costs.

If there is one lesson that can be absorbed regarding Pact Magic, it would be this: never agree to a Pact without knowing exactly what you are involving yourself in. Perhaps this is also good advice for other, less binding, agreements in life as well, but my specialty is in anthropology rather than law, so I can hardly profess authority on that front.

[cedar-scars]

thinking about that time I was in the car with my dad, yammering about dragon adventures and the in-game lore and also about my fanmade lore that’s in my brain, and he just goes, “why don’t you get into something that’s in depth like that… like DND or something.”

and I’m just sat like

[ednaeflowers]

@agloryofuniicorns : "I miss him too, you know." // from zaveid. can be before or after Z.estiria. (i think we all know who 'him' is)

She quietly glances at him, then back at the grave in front of them. It still looks the same as ever: a flower left in front of it that she'd taken from an offering at the shrine, not even a name or anything engraved on its surface. It needs no name. They both know this will be the only grave on this mountain. To Edna, it is a form of solace; his grave being here means Onii-chan is truly home at last—yet, at the same time, this is also undisputable proof that he is gone forever. It had been a bittersweet thing to come into terms with, but she is still alive and she has decided to enjoy the rest of her life henceforth. If not for him, then for herself. She was raised by him, after all. He has made up a huge portion of her life, made it so worthwhile, and now it's time for her to be independent.

Still, it hurts. It will always hurt. The ache has become duller through the years, but it will never erase the hole left in her heart. She misses him everyday.

❛  No one asked for your opinion, Gramp-veid,  ❜ she grumbles, halfheartedly, opening her umbrella to hover over herself. Her eyes soften as she eyes the wilting petals of the flower. Maybe she should go find some fresh ones later. He deserves fresh flowers. ❛  It's no use feeling sentimental now. It's not like it'll bring him back, but you already know that, don't you?  ❜ A beat passes. ❛  Well? Still not going to tell me what promise you two made? Or are you just here to kill some time?  ❜ She still has a grudge about that.

[shrimp-teeth]

petition to give me a veid from dragon adventures

[isspskola]

"Paldies, koki!"

Dina Skreitule

Pirms pāris gadiem, kad pasauli bija pārņēmusi pandēmija un cilvēki tika mudināti ierobežot klātienes saskarsmi, lai atpūtinātu acis no attālinātā darba pie datora, aktīvāk sāku praktizēt došanos regulārās pastaigās, klejojot pa tuvākām un tālākām apkaimēm. Ar laiku novēroju, ka mans skatiens, ganoties vaļsirdīgi pa perimetru, nereti aizķeras aiz kāda koka, reizēm pat izraisot apstāšanos un ilgāku uzkavēšanos, apbrīnojot un priecājoties par kādu pamanītu detaļu. Bija reizes, kad tas nejauši notika pie vieniem un tiem pašiem augiem, citos brīžos tādā veidā atklāju un sāku ielāgot aizvien jaunus eksemplārus. Pēc laika apjautu, ka prātā tiem jau esmu iedevusi dažādus nosaukumus, kas palīdz orientēties ielāgoto koku kartotēkā, un palēnām ikdienas pastaigu maršruti tapa ar mērķiem - pastaiga līdz mazajam ceriņam, slepenā ābeļdārza apciemojums, gājiens gar liepu mītiņu.

Jau pāris gadus ikdienā praktizēju apzinātu koku vērošanu. Tas ir veids, kā, dzīvojot pilsētā, ikdienā uzturu saikni ar dabu un tajā notiekošajiem procesiem. Tā ir nodarbe, kas man sniedz miera sajūtu un sagādā daudz pozitīvu emociju. Arī vides un cilvēka mijiedarbības pētījumi apliecina, ka kokiem pilsētvidē ir pozitīva ietekme gan uz fizisko, gan mentālo veselību. Novērotais manī radījis pārliecību, ka koki bez cilvēkiem pilsētā izdzīvotu, un zinu droši, ka dzīvot pilsētā bez kokiem es negribētu. Foto stāsts tapis Rīgā, 2024. gada ziemā, laikā starp Ziemassvētkiem un Jauno gadu, kā aicinājums piestāt, pavērot un sajust, un ir mana pateicība visiem jau satiktajiem un vēl neiepazītajiem pilsētas kokiem par to, ka tie ir.

[princesepersikas]

Aš aišku galiu patylėti, bet veide vis tiek matysis subtitrai. :D

[godihopethiscounts]

Romantika

Māksla ir romantiska daudzos veidos.

Pat kaut kas, kas citiem varētu šķist satraucoši, var būt romantisks vai juteklisks.

Asiņainākās gleznas var izraisīt dziļas vēlmes, mīlestības jūtas. Piemēram šeit ir glezna, kas tikai nedaudz norāda uz kanibālismu, tomēr tā izsaka daudz.

Daudzi nevar aptvert, ka vairākos literāros darbos kanibālisms tiek izmantots kā metafora mīlestībai. Tas var lieliski attēlot mokas, kas rodas, mīlot kādu. Jo, apēdot kādu cilvēku, daļa no tā paliek dziļi tevī, vai tas nav romantiski?

Varbūt kanibālisms iet par tālu, bet vai jums nekad nav gribējies kādam vienkārši iekost? Varbūt tikai tāpēc, ka viņi bija tik burvīgi, vai arī jūs viņus vienkārši mīlat?

Protams, tas NAV pareizais veids, kā rīkoties, bet tā ir interesanta metafora, kas liek aizdomāties.

(Mākslinieks ir Kurokawa Inuko!)

[ninawolv3rina]

Creatures of the shadows, men from beyond the veil, masters over the divide between life and death...

Dweebs.

Characters: the Gravecrusher (he/him), Veid (he/him)

[jauniekartupelisi]

01. Kaut kas nav...

Ir 26. jūlijs 2023. gads. Plkst. 06.08 no rīta. Es tikko pavadīju apmēra, 20 minūtes, lai nogrieztu sev nagus. Es pamodos ~2.30 no rīta. Man pirmo reizi pa ilgiem laikiem bija sapnis. Filmas scenārija cienīgs (vismaz man tā šķiet). Kaut kas starp Neon Demon, Triangle of Sadness un vēl kaut kādu šļuru no manām smadzenēm. Es pierausos no sapņa un sapratu, ka tik retu parādību ir vērts pierakstīt. Uzskricelēju telefona pierakstos vispārējus atslēgas notikumus un mēģināju doties atpakaļ miegā. Nesanāca. Kādu pusstundu centos iemigt, bet, saprotot, ka nebūs, piecēlos, paķēru kreklu un devos prom no guļamistabas, atstājot Danu tur guļam vienu. Es ceru, ka es viņu nepamodināju. Viņai šodien, tāpāt kā, teju, visas citas dienas, ir ļoti daudz jāstrādā. Lai paguļ.

Aizejot uz vannasistabu, secināju, ka mans kakls, pleci un mugura ir ar kaut kādiem dīvainiem apsārtumiem. Es pat teiktu, ka mazliet atgādina tādus kā nelielus zemādas asins izplūdumus. Pabrīnījos. Nu, neko darīt. Pievienoju mentālajam sarakstam ar dīvainībām, kuras ar mani notiek un gāju uz viesistabu. Apsēdos savā darbastūrī, ieslēdzu datoru un sāku strādāt. Strādāšana palīdz. Palīdz nedomāt. Tā nogurdina, bet palīdz. Sataisīju vizuāli priekš jaunā "Riga This Week" izdevuma, kurš uz druku došoties šodien plkst. 17os. Biju uzlicis sev atgādinājumu to vizuāli sataisīt 8.00, bet sanāca nodot jau kādos pusčetros no rīta. Tad turpināju šķirot un apstrādāt bildes no grāmatas atklāšanas pasākuma Mencendorfa namā. Nodevu ap pieciem no rīta. Ko tālāk? Apgriezu nagus un nolēmu, ka jāsāk pierakstīt savus pēdējo laiku piedzīvojumus. Kamēr atceros, kamēr varu pierakstīt, kamēr ir ko pierakstīt. Šī ir devītā diena, kad esmu saņēmies un cīnos ar kaut ko, kas mani cenšas nobeigt.

Viss sākās vēl kādu laiku iepriekš. Atkarībā, kam jautās, precīzu laiku katrs varētu teikt citādāku. Viens teiks, ka astoņus gadus atpakaļ, cits teiks, ka jau padsmit gadus atpakaļ, cits, ka pirmie mēsli sākās 2022. gada septembrī utt. Bet, ja teikšana ir man, tad es teiktu, ka šī gada aprīlis bija tas īstais moments, kad sapratu, ka kaut kas nav.

Jau pirms tam biju sastapies ar to, ka no rītiem bāāāigi sāpēja spranda. Norakstīju to uz daudzajām stundām pie datora, pie sava tizluma, pie tā, ka man ir pāri trīsdesmit un tas viss ir vienkārši veids, kā mans ķermenis saka, ka pirms modernās medicīnas cilvēki ap šo vecuma sāka atstiepties, tāpēc…Nu, tā teikt, "get a hint". Joki par to, ka pēc trīsdesmit pat gulēt var sanākt nepareizi, tā, ka pamosties jūtoties švakāk kā tad, kad gāji gulēt, jau šķiet kā ikdiena vienaudžu bariņā. Bet, nu, bāāāigi sāpēja tā spranda. Tiku pie ortopēdiskā spilvena. Baigā štelle. Noņēma sparandas sāpes jau pirmajā naktī. Žēl tik, ka pēc kādas nedēļas efekts pazuda un sprandas sāpes atgriezās. Ieprovēju arī aizņemties to paklājiņu ar adatām. Riktīga mazohistu padarīšana, bet palīdzēja…apmēram pirmo nedēļu. Smērēju smēres, bet no tām jēga bija tikpat liela kā iezieķējoties ar graudaino biezpienu. Jāatzīst gan, ka biezpienu zieķēt nemēģināju. Varbūt tur būtu bijusi panākumu atslēga.

Astoņu līdz padsmit stundu darbadienas pie datora bija ok. Dienas beigās galva kā spainis un smadzene kūp, bet tas jau būtu saprotams. Problēmas bija tad, kad vajadzēja kaut kur doties pēc darba. Sāka reibt galva. Bet, nu, pēc tik garām un daudzām darba stundām, tas, it kā būtu normāli, vai ne? Vai ne?! Ar laiku sāku piefiksēt arī to, ka uz sāniem redze nav tik asa kā ierasts. Vispār, man ir diezgan jaudīga redze. Tā ir viena no tām dažām lietām, kuras zinu, ka iedzimušas no mana nelaiķa tēva. Bet vismaz par redzi esmu priecīgs. Taču, piemēram, braucot transportā, ja skatījos uz sāniem, tad nevarēju vairs nedz salasīt uzrakstus uz zīmēm, nedz saskatīt vadītājus citos transportlīdzekļos. Vēlāk jau sāka palikt tā, ka, lai izmantotu savu vanagaci un saskatītu/salasītu lietas lielos attālumos, man vajadzēja apstāties. Ejot bija grūti nofokusēties uz lietām. Bet, nu, man ir pāri trīsdesmit, es nejēgā daudz laika pavadu pie datora. Tik daudz, ka esmu sačakarējis sprandu. Tad jau nav brīnums, ka arī redze sāk čakarēties, vai ne? Vai ne?!

Aprīlī ar Danu un bariņu draudziņu aizbraucām nedēļu padzīvoties Budapeštā. Ap to laiku, es jau biju sev sazīmējis vieglus antidepresantus, kurus dzēru no rītiem, lai varu izvilkt dienu. Kad tie iedarbojās, tad viss bija normāli. Nesāpēja spranda, redze bija ok un, pa lielam, visu dienu varēju izvilkt gan fiziski, gan mentāli, bez pārguruma, bez reiboņiem un citām izklaidēm. Respektīvi, antidepresanti mani nepadarīja par saulstariņu, bet vismaz palīdzēja savākties “one day at a time”.

Bet tad pienāca pēdējā diena Budapeštā. No rīta sapakojāmies, savācām savu turienes dzīvokli, paēdām brokastis, izdzērām, kas bija izdzerams un, ko žēl izliet pirms lidostas drošības pārbaudēm, un devāmies uz autobusu, kurš mūs, šķiet, nepilnas stundas laikā aizrāva līdz Budapeštas lidostai. Kad autobuss tuvojās savam galamērķim, visi sāka celties kājās un vākt savas somas/koferus, bet es jutu, ka ir jaunumi. Es nevaru pacelt labo roku. No sākuma roka nešancēja vispār. Kaut kā dabūju mugursomu plecos, izkāpu no busa un tad nolēmu, ka tomēr būs laikam jāinformē pārējo ceļabiedrus par situāciju. Līdz brīdim, kad kāpām lidmašīnā, spēja kustināt roku bija mazliet atgriezusies. Bet tikai tik daudz, lai es spētu to pacelt pusmastā. Alu lidostā dzēru, pudeli cilājot tikai ar kreiso roku. Dzīvotājs būšu.

Bet ne Dana, ne viņas draudzene Līga negribēja likties mierā. Abas bija pārleicinātas, ka šis nu ir tas brīdis, ka man tomēr vairs neizdosies izsprukt un būs jābrauc uz slimnīcu. Viņas šo domu neatmeta līdz pat Latvijai, Dana neatmeta līdz pat mājām. Atbraucām no lidostas, nometām pekeles un izsaucām taksi uz slimnīcu, kur ir dežūrējošais ārsts.