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phael-the-trash-bin · 4 years

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Session one: the one where the group goes shopping pt 3

As we exited the city hall, I could still hear my heart beating out of my chest. Of all the people, why’d it have to be him! The group decided to go shopping after recieving their reward money, and I needed to do something to calm my nerves, so I decided to follow after them. After all, I had just gotten to town, and I wanted to explore as much as everyone else it seemed.

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It had been 4 hours and those idiots were still shopping. We were stuck in the blacksmith’s shop, with the halfling, whose name I discovered to be Gizmo, bartering over the price of an enchanted sword. He brought up the fact that they knew Nyx in hopes of getting a further discount, but the blacksmith merely smiled, and said “Oh, Nyx? He’s a bitch.”

I perked up, finally someone who knew the truth around here.

“So if we have a personal vendetta against Nyx, what kind of a discount do we get?”

I knew I fucked up when the blacksmith narrowed his eyes at me.

“A vendetta against Nyx is hard to come by these days.” He stroked his beard, then suddenly grabbed my arm and pull me closer.

“Your time will come,” he whispered. “You have to be patient, and wait.” I nodded in silence, taking in a gulp of air only when he released my arm and addressed the rest of the party on the price of the sword.

The blacksmith’s words distracted me for the rest of the party’s shopping time, and it wasn’t until the general store that I began to notice something off about the group. They all bought 200 feet of rope and grappling hooks, claiming that they were hikers and outdoorsmen. I decided to call bullshit and bought my own rope and grappling hook. Seneca shot me a look and I shot one right back that said “we are talking about this later.”

After looking some more, the party finally decided to leave and head to the tavern. I followed behind Seneca and piped up once we were clear of the store.

“So...” I started, “where’s this place you all are hiking to?”

“Keep your voice down,” she snapped, “and I’ll tell you at the tavern.”

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phael-the-trash-bin · 4 years

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So the dm for my d&d group recently had us sail into the port of a town called Benckensdale which is literally just Hadestown (because he’s obsessed with the musical), so please expect some Hadestown-themed art of the Valkyré Chronicles.

(especially with Jules and Phäel as Orpheus and Eurydice because my children are surrounded in tragedy)

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Session one: the one where the group goes shopping pt 2

Brylle was quiet for most of the way, lost in thought. Whatever she had seen must have really spooked her. Suddenly, as we were passing the town hall, Brylle let out a surprised yelp she spotted a small group carrying, well, dragging the bodies of two gladiators.

“That’s them!”

She began running to the group. What the hell? I figured it was best for me to make sure Brylle actually knew these weirdos and wasn’t still confused. They definitely seemed to know her. The elf with obsidian skin, who must have been the drow, seemed most relieved, to the point that none of them seemed to notice me, until the drow looked up from inspecting Brylle, and asked who exactly I was. She seemed to be the most protective one of the group, so I put my hands up in mock surrender. I introduced myself, trying to be friendly, but the drow didn’t seem convinced until Brylle said that I had been the one to heal her.

The drow stared at me suspiciously for a moment, then introduced herself as Seneca. Before I could get the names of anyone else, the halfling, which was just a child, exclaimed, quite annoyed, that they needed to turn these bodies in alreay so they could get their reward money. I was about to wish them well and get along with finding out some information about the temple, until Seneca looked at me, sighed, and said that I might as well come along. It surprised me, but I was also curious about what the hell was going on, so I figured a little detour couldn’t hurt.

We walked into the city with the two limp figures and approached a guard looking both confused and concerned at the bodies. While Seneca explained while they were there, I looked around the room we were in. Nothing seemed off right away, so I tried to relax. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong though.

As we passed through the doors and the guard went to speak to a supervisor, I tried to listen in as discreetly as I could, but all I could hear was the guard confirming the bounty. He came back and after some haggling with the group of adventurers over the reward, he said he would have to confirm it. I sighed exasperatedly. I wouldn’t have come along if I had know this would take this long, until a familiar face who’s name I had seen in my nightmares for years walked though the door.

My heart rate quickened and the blood drained from my face as Captain Nyx walked into the room. I thought I would never have to see that bastard again. I tried to position myself behind the tiefling. He would recognize me, the scar was just too prominent. Nyx seemed to look right past me as he addressed the rest of the group, confirming the price of the bounty. I tried to turn around and disappear, but not before Nyx turned to me and smiled.

“And you, I must know you from somewhere, you seem very familiar. Have we met before?”

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! Why here, why now!?

“I don’t believe we’ve ever met,” I lied through my teeth. “I must just have one of those faces.”

I gave a nervous laugh as Nyx narrowed his eyes. “Yes, well, make sure to say hello to Captain Daisi for me, won’t you.”

Fuck.

I swallowed down any of the multiple things I wanted to tell him: fuck off, eat shit, bastard, the works. Instead, all that came out was a squeaky “I sure will.”

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phael-the-trash-bin · 4 years

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So one of the not so great things about coming into a campaign “late” is that sometimes your first session is the one after a big quest has been completed when the group wants to spend all of their reward money shopping. However, it is still a part of the chronicles, so here we go. Presenting, from the perspective of Phäel himself:

Session one: the one where the group goes shopping pt 1

Today the “Garnet” docked into the harbor of the Invisible Tides. I was given 250 gold pieces for protecting whatever trade items the ship was transporting. I originally came here seeking the temple of the light, where another sailor had told me they worship a 6 winged humanoid creature that sounded an awful lot like what I saw the day of the fire. Or the day when everything went wrong.

I was ready to head to one of the nearby taverns to ask some of the locals what TV he knew of this temple, but before I could make it off the docks, I saw a dwarven girl looking lost and wounded, with deep bruising along her arms and a gash in her hand.

She asked for help, she looked so scared and lost I couldn’t exactly leave her there without helping, so I healed her wounds. I’m happy it worked, I hadn’t had these paladin powers for long, and I don’t even want to think about if something went wrong with them. All that matters is that the girl ended up alright.

She told my her name was Brylle, and I told her mine. She asked me about a group of adventurers, something about a halfling and a red tiefling and a drow? I had never even seen a drow, only heard stories about them. I decided the temple could wait for a little bit, I wanted to make sure Brylle got to safety. That’s when we began to head into the city.

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phael-the-trash-bin · 4 years

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Happy Valentine’s Day from Jules and Phäel! 💕💕💕

#phael #backstory #d&d character #oc #phäel #jules ilyak #valentines day #gay #queer #love #love is love #d&d #dungeons and dragons #original characters #digital art #art #illustration #dungeons and dragons art #oc art

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phael-the-trash-bin · 4 years

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Phäel’s mini that I use for combat. Plus the way too many sets of dice I own

#mini #d&d mini #d&d #dungeons and dragons #phael #phäel #phäel mini #miniatures #hero forge #hero forge minis #dice #lots of dice

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phael-the-trash-bin · 4 years

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Compainion piece to the story of the Incident involving Jules and Phäel.

#original characters #oc #d&d #dungeons and dragons #d&d 5e #d&d oc #jules ilyak #phael #phäel #art #digital art #d&d art #dungeons and dragons art #blood #character death #tw: blood #tw: character death

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Backstory: the Incident part 2

Warning: mentions of torture and character death

A meaty fist slammed against my face, waking me with a start. Oh gods, everything hurt so much. One of the guards started to unshackle me from the wall, and soon I was being dragged up the stairs to the top deck of the ship. “Where’s Jules?” I gasped, trying desperately to catch my breath. The guard wouldn’t answer, and I tried my hardest to squirm out of his grasp. The guard only gripped me tighter and forced me back to the office of Captain Nyx. I was shoved into a chair, my hands bound with rope once again, and Nyx came into the office, shaking his head at me.

“What am I going to do with you?” Nyx paced for a little bit before finally sitting at the desk.

“Where is Jules?” I demanded. Nyx raised an eyebrow.

“I don't exactly think you’re in a position to be asking questions,” He scoffed before folding his hands in front of him. “We will be sailing into Zonfranian waters tomorrow. You have one day to live if you continue to not cooperate with me. So I ask you, where will your ship go, what is your next smuggling shipment?”

I remembered what Jules had said about Nyx killing us no matter what we gave him, so I said only one thing: “Where. Is. Jules?”

Nyx sighed and got up from the desk, walking behind me and placing a hand on my shoulder. “Boy, believe it or not, I don’t get any pleasure from watching suffering, even of the likes of you.”

I scoffed. “Eat shit Nyx.”

“I ought to shoot the two of you here out on the sea and leave your bodies for your captain to find. But I find myself in the position of needing to make an example of you, by showing my people that actions have consequences.” Nyx gestured over to a guard who grabbed me roughly by my bound wrists and forced me up.

“Remember, one more day to cooperate.”

And with that, the guard whirled me around towards the exit and marched me back to the brig. A strong shove left me sprawled back in the confines of the brig cell, and as I lifted my head, I saw a silhouette of a sleeping figure in the cell next to mine. “Jules…” I breathed out. The figure lifted its head and I gasped at the sight before me. The entire left side of Jules’ face was filled with slashes looking like they came from a whip, and the same marks littered his chest and back. “Jules, what have they done to you?”

I crept as close to the metal bars separating us as I could, and Jules did the same until our foreheads were touching, nuzzling in the comfort of one another. “They said if I cooperated they would let you go, but I tried to tell them… look what they’ve already done, they should just kill us already. At least you’d be free of this,” Jules rambled on.

“At least we’re together,” I whispered. “At least we’ll always have each other.”

I don’t know how long we sat there, just savoring the heat of each other. Hours, maybe. It wasn’t until I turned around to try and reposition myself that I realized we may have hope after all. I scratched the palm of my hand after accidentally swiping it against a nail pointing diagonally out of the side of the ship, and realized that if it was sharp enough to scratch, it may be sharp enough to cut. I began rubbing the ropes binding my hands against the nail, and I prayed. Please let this work, please let this work.

After what felt like hours, I could feel the ropes start to loosen and give, until I was able to wriggle my hands out of the remaining rope. Wincing at the burns on my wrists, I turned to Jules and motioned to let me untie his rope. The ropes gave way after a great deal of effort on my part, and Jules began rubbing his sore wrists before reaching out and grabbing my hand. “Phäel , how are we going to get out of here? We’re unbound, but that doesn’t do much for us unless…” he trailed off, reaching to my head and plucking out a pin that had been holding my hair back. “Maybe we could use this to pick the locks!” Excitement crept into his whispers. And with that, he began to pick at the lock to his cell door.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lock to the door popped open and the cell door swung open with a quiet creak. Jules rushed out of his cell and immediately began working to open the door to my cell. Finally, we were both free! I grabbed his hand and motioned for him to follow me as we crept up the stairs of the brig. We were actually doing this, we were going to get out! I could feel Jules shivering from the night breeze, and gripped his hand tighter. Now we just had to find a lifeboat to escape on. We seemed to have lucked out, nobody was guarding the ship. Most of the navy men must have been asleep by now.

We snuck quietly along the deck, and almost made it to the lifeboat when a deep voice sent icy daggers of panic through my body.

“I’m disappointed to see you leaving so soon.”

It was Nyx.

I stood frozen in fear as Nyx raised his gun and pointed it directly at me. I couldn’t move. I felt Jules tugging on my arm but my feet stayed in place. Then everything seemed to move in slow motion. Nyx pulled the trigger and I closed my eyes, waiting for the impact. Waiting for death. But it never came. My eyes shot open as I felt a warm splattering of a sticky liquid hit my face and saw…

I saw…

Jules. No. No no no no no no no NO.

Jules’ eyes locked with mine before rolling back as his body crumpled to the floor.

Nyx reloaded his gun, but not before I let out a guttural scream and ran forward, slamming my body into Nyx and tackling him to the ground. I began punching as hard as I could, aiming for his nose, his eyes, anything. When Nyx seemed stunned enough to not react, I scampered back to Jules and began dragging his body to the lifeboat. I could hear Nyx calling for reinforcements, but all I could focus on untying the ropes holding the boat up. I could hear shots being fired as more navy men swarmed onto the top deck, but none of them hit their targets as the lifeboat began falling into the water.

I rowed for my life.

My arms were burning as I tried to escape. I saw in the distance the crew starting to arm one of the cannons, and I stopped trying to row. There was no point, there was no way we could escape, we…

We!

I turned and looked down desperately at Jules just in time to see him struggle to open his eyes. Thank Helm above he was alive!

“Jules, Jules, I’m here! It’s okay, we’ll get you to safety, you’ll be alright!”

Tears were streaming down Jules’ cheeks, mixing with the blood matting his hair and sticking along his face. Oh gods, there was so much blood. I held his head in my lap and grasped one of his trembling hands in my own. He weakly lifted his other hand to wipe away tears I hadn’t even noticed had started falling.

I lowered my head closer to his until our foreheads were touching, and I began to hear the sound of cannonballs crashing in the water around us. But I didn’t care. Because I was going to be with Jules forever after this. We would be okay, I tried to tell myself.

“Do you know my dear”, Jules sputtered, barely able to keep his eyes open. “I do believe I was a little in love with you”

And with that, he leaned forward and our lips met for only a second before his head fell back, eyes half open but lightless. He was gone, he was gone. But it was okay, I decided as I watched the cannonball soar closer and closer. I held Jules close to me and closed my eyes as I heard an ear splitting crack and felt a sharp pain, and then nothing.

Everything seemed to happen at once. I gasped for air, lungs heaving and trying to spit out the saltwater collected in them. I couldn’t open my eyes, all I could do was try to breathe. I felt bile coming up through my throat and I turned over just in time for my insides to start spewing out. As soon as I tried to move, I cried out in pain at the piercing sensation in my abdomen. I finally started to open my eyes only to find that I was alone. Alone but… alive. Oh no, please no no no no no no NO! I whirled my head around trying to find Jules, to see where he had gone, but he was nowhere to be seen. He was gone, he had left me behind. I began to scream. We were supposed to be together, we were supposed to go together, and he left me behind. I screamed and screamed until I felt like my throat would bleed any minute. Then I just layed there. On a piece of jagged driftwood. Alone.

A piece of wood from the shattered boat had embedded itself in my abdomen, and I couldn’t figure out how to remove it. I thought, maybe if I removed it I would bleed out faster... then I could see Jules again. I layed on my back and closed my eyes, the sun baking my skin as I waited for the inevitable, hoping, even, for the inevitable. But the inevitable never came.

Instead, I woke up in an infirmary. Except, it felt familiar. My eyes crept open only to find… I was on the scarlet spell. I was alive, on the ship. Maybe this all was a fever dream. I tried to sit up but the pain came from my abdomen again. I looked down to see blood seeping from a bandage wrapped around my stomach and chest. If that was real, then I was alive. Oh gods I was alive…. no, it wasn’t supposed to happen like this! I began to scream again, gasping for air as my lungs started to spasm. The familiar face of captain Daisi immediately came into view as she put her hands on the sides on my face and tried to calm me down but nothing would work. I couldn’t be alive, I shouldn’t be alive. “Where is Jules?!” I gasped, Daisi hanging her head for a moment. “No, no no no no, why did you save me, why couldn’t you have let me die?!” I was sobbing now, and Daisi leaned forward, wrapping her strong arms around me to try and steady my trembling form.

I cried and cried for what felt like hours, I shouldn’t have survived. I didn’t want to survive! I felt anger and betrayal and terror and so many emotions I couldn’t comprehend. Eventually the doctor on board forced a potion down my throat, and my eyes immediately felt heavy. Daisi let go of me and laid me back on the cot, my limbs felt too heavy to try to fight it. I drifted back off to darkness, praying, for the first time in a long time, for the strength to keep moving, even without him, even with the memories of what had happened. I prayed, and I slept. And I lived.

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