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For the nice ask and in general, here are the higher rez versions of the maps I use currently! It should be noted though that while I unfortunately haven't made the edit on my digital versions, the sultanate has been changed to the Malicate of Cinnamon because a sultanate is apparently inherently Islamic! You learn something new every day.

#Also Malicate is an excellent pun #and this world is built on puns

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Hi, I was wondering if I could use the map you made for a campaign I am running for friends? I've been looking for a candyland style map and your work is by far my favorite from what I've found. If it's alright with you could you post or send me a higher resolution version of the map? Because it looks great in your posts but it's very pixelated when I try to save it

Hi there! Wow I'm sorry this took me a second to get to. Figuring out how to get these images off my documents was harder than anticipated. Yes, you are welcome to use my maps but if you post your campaign or anything online, please do credit me for that. I'd really appreciate it. Here they are below the break but I'll also make a post today with both files at a higher resolution. Thanks!!

#asks

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This iteration of Citricia is the most popular in the capital of the Cinnamon Malikate-- The Mother of the Sour is a maternal figure believed to benevolently guide her children over the course of history. She is popularly depicted as a gardener or in a heavenly garden. In this image her progeny are represented by the plants--A lemon tree for Lemondrop Goblins, a ginger plant for the Surasen and sour hibiscus shrubbery at the perimeter for the Sour Gummy Cambion.

A Perfect Garden

#citricia #mother of the sour

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Lady of the Mirage is one of the faces of the Goddess Citricia. She is the trickster iteration of the goddess and if often one of the most chaotic. Lady of the Mirage is the most common patron for the underground cities and oasis towns for her relationship to water.

"A spirit as beautiful as she is cruel, Our Lady of the Mirage speaks to us in whispered lies."

#citricia #our lady of the mirage

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A Perfect Garden

#citricia #fantasy religion #candyland #mother of the sour

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"A spirit as beautiful as she is cruel, Our Lady of the Mirage speaks to us in whispered lies."

#citricia #our lady of the mirage #fantasy religion

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The Weeping Mother is one of the Faces of the Goddess Citricia. The Weeping Mother is manifest of the unknown. Bright and distant stars, dark unknown depths, the mystery of life and death compromise her domain. The Weeping Mother brings madness and mercy with her, so only call for her if you're ready to take responsibility for the results.

In the rolling wave, in the blinding sun, in the blackness of moonless night, The Weeping Mother.

#lore dump #fantasy religion

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Do you have a PDF for a DnD campaign storyline with all the monsters, races, NPCs, etc.? I would be willing to purchase it.

Omg I don't know how I missed this, I'm sorry! I don't have anything that put together right now but I'd like to get together a free PDF soon with all the basics I've worked on so far. I'm still lacking on a lot of game minutiae like a starter plot/npcs/etc. I have made quite a lot of them but I haven't organized them at all. Thank you so much for asking though!! It's very encouraging.

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In the rolling wave, in the blinding sun, in the blackness of moonless night, The Weeping Mother.

#fantasy religion #citricia #the weeping mother

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Old Man Fox, or How the Black Cherry Elves were Made

Prose guest written by @sauntervaguelydown

“Once, long ago, when the Gods went abroad on the earth and there was neither day nor night, Lady Sour and Lady Sweet lived in a great house between two orchards. This was before the age of people, when the world lay wild and empty. In this time, Lady Sweet kept a garden where all sweet and small and lovely things grew. In this garden, most particularly, she had a cherry tree. The cherries of this tree were so dark, so delicious, and so sweet, that if you were to eat one, you would never want to eat another fruit in your life.

Old Man Fox, he wanted those cherries. For weeks he circled the great garden, but the walls were too high to climb, and the gate was too sturdy to break. At last, Old Man Fox had an idea. When Lady Sour was far away in the orchard and out of sight, Old Man Fox went to the front door and hid himself in the bushes. Then he yowled and yelped and howled, making the most pitiful noises. Lady Sweet heard the noises from her kitchen and rushed out, thinking perhaps that her sister had fallen on the steps. She threw open the door and rushed out, leaving the house open, whereupon Old Man Fox darted past her and into the house. On the kitchen table there was a bowl of deep red cherries, gathered up for baking. He had only just begun to take the bowl when Lady Sweet returned and found him there, bowl in arms and mouth full of berries. She shouted and chased him round the kitchen, pestle in hand, until finally she drove him out the front door and into the trees. 

Afraid that Lady Sweet would send her sister the sun after him, Old Man Fox kept running a long long time. At last he ran to the edge of a dark, dense wood; the limbs of the trees wove tightly into a canopy that blocked all sun from the forest floor. Out of sight there, he curled up in a thicket and he ate the stolen cherries at his leisure, spitting their pits out as he feasted. 

As he lay sleeping, the cherry pits took root in the ground and grew. Each of them, discarded, became an elf of graceful proportions. Cherry red and cherry black they were, and pale, for the sun could not touch the forest floor where they grew. When Old Man Fox woke, he was astonished to find himself surrounded with children. They asked him if he would be their father and come show them how to live.

Old Man Fox said to them: “Father I may be, and live I may know how, but I will not go with you wherever you are going, for I am a Fox, and foxes do not live as people do.”

Nevertheless, they made such a nuisance of themselves that at length Old Man Fox obliged. He taught them the nature of fire, and the growing of things, and the changing of the seasons. He taught them songs and spells, and the names of Gods, and many more mysteries. But when they began to fashion houses for themselves above the forest floor, he would not join them where they lived. Even now he walks beneath the cities instead, silent and silvery under our lamplights, rarely heard and still more rarely seen. 

And if you ask me how I know this, I will tell you it was my mother who told me, and my mother was always right.”

#lore #black cherry elves #mythology #religion

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#I completely forgot I did this sketch #I really need to work on this!!

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Updated bit of Zoology from the Land of Candy. Do you have a favorite?

#fantasy animals #candy #candyland #creatures

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The camellia spirit from the monastery

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Land of Candy is opening commissions!

Sorry, I know this isn’t fully in line with the rest of the blog, but I am currently unemployed and life is…so expensive…. Do you like fantasy? D&D? Candyland? Fancy dresses or costume design? I do all of those things! For a full price list and info on commissions please click here and feel free to shoot me an ask or a message if you’re interested!

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Candy Harts

#Not dead lol just not had a lot of motivation for art #creatures #deer #High Fantasy #candy hart

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Two of them...

Commission for @sauntervaguelydown . Candyland reimaginings of the Transformers Tailgate and Cyclonus based off their original and human versions. Tailgate is a cotton candy gumdrop dwarf, Cyclonus is a extra bitter black cherry elf.

#candyland #black cherry elves #gumdrop dwarves #humanformers

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The Origin of the Gingibearn

Prose guest written by @sauntervaguelydown

Although it is unclear to what extent the tale is historical and to what extent it is mythological, the cultural recollection of the Gingibearn Surasen is clear. The story goes that Citricia was on the earth on the day of the summer solstice, when a king of the northern shoreland encountered her out on the rocks. The king was an arch-fey, lord of a court set into the caves and grottos on the coast line, holding court at high tide. Gingibearn Surasen often call him “The Taffy King”, although at times they will call him “The Albatross” when they wish to be oblique.

One year to the day, the Taffy King walked out along the rocks to where the setting sun touched the sea and met Citricia there, and received his son from her to be raised in his court. The child was named Glogg, and had a gentle temperament. The Taffy King taught him of the sea and the magic of the ocean, after which Citricia taught him of magic the heavens when she visited each summer solstice.

Some time into his adulthood, although the legend is not clear exactly when, Glogg wandered west from the seashore and eventually came to the desert across the mountains. In his wandering, he acquired many followers. While Glogg was living in the hospitality of some nomadic Surasen, there was a woman Dagmar who took interest in him. She was a figure of some importance in her community, and after their marriage, the Surasen took Glogg as their kin and welcomed him into their council. It was a time of great drought in the Malikate, and Glogg was blessed by the Goddess of the Desert. For a time they managed to subsist on cleverness and creativity, but it finally happened that the oasis well ran dry. It is said that at that time, Glogg came to the council and said: “follow me to my home, and I will show you water beyond any depths you have known.”

A large contingent apparently agreed; Glogg led them back across the mountains and to the sea shore of his origin, where he taught his followers all that he knew: shipbuilding and fishing, the charting of the stars and the changeability of winds. During these years, Glogg took contingents of his followers out to sea, while his wife Dagmar remained behind weaving sails for the ships. The Gingibearn also say that when Glogg married Dagmar, Citricia warned him not to: after all Dagmar was mortal and Glogg was the son of Gods. Nonethless, Glogg did marry her, and after some years had gone by, Dagmar did die. They say that after her funeral, Citricia came to see her son and asked him if he regretted his choice. After some thought, Glogg replied that he did not. In reward for his correct answer, Citricia raised the soul of Dagmar from the beyond and placed her into the ocean foam.

In the form of the sea foam, Dagmar accompanied her husband out to sea and led him back home afterward. Since the surf always returns to shore, she functions as the interceder for the Gingibearn, carrying messages out to sea. According to legend, a day finally came that Grogg let out the sails of his own small boat and sailed away for the final time. He was never found nor buried, and the Gingibearn insist that he never died.

Gingibearn Surasen worship:

Glogg as central deity, a “patriarch” you might say, although gender does not figure very much into it. Patron of those traveling far from home, patron of sailors (navigators in particular). Worshiped by everyone, but especially those looking for wisdom in making decisions. Swearing by his name is customary.

Dagmar as the ocean surf and the hearth. Patron of the home, of faith, of the joy of homecoming. Worshiped by sailors, mothers, and newlyweds. Swearing by her name is done during weddings. Benign promises may also be made in her name, although it’s less common. 

The Taffy King (Father of the Son, the Albatross, Master of the Grotto) as giver of arcane knowledge. His court consists of water creatures and creatures of stone. Can shapeshift into an albatross; wears a cloak of white feathers when not in bird form. He can be recognized by bird feet visible beneath his cloak. His grotto is a known location–anyone brave and lucky enough can find him there while he holds court. Lord of wild places, patron of shipwrights and carpenters. Swearing by his name is a curse and considered very powerful. 

Citricia (Mother of the Son, the Fathomless One) as Sun and creator goddess. She is not worshiped directly except for on her holy days, the Summer and Winter Solstices. She is associated with grandparents, not mothers. Swearing by her name is almost taboo, and not to be done unless one is willing to accept the consequences. 

Note:

The Gingibearn do acknowledge several foreign gods in their pantheon. In their mythology you will encounter “The Honey Eater”— a death god in the form of a bear. Not as much worshiped, per se, as avoided at all costs. 

You will also occasionally encounter the Black Fox God for the black-forest cherry elves. Presumably his wandering takes him eastward into Gingibearn territory at times.

#gingibearn #surasen #mythology #religion #fantasy religion #orc #orcs #short fiction