Children of the Night: The Created (1999) is one of the very last Ravenloft books, so late in the line’s life that it barely even has the logo on the cover. By this time, Wizards of the Coast was essentially shutting down TSR in preparation for the new 3E era. You can feel a lot of that 3E energy in this book. I mentioned on Monday that, to me, 3E excelled at finding ways to combine old concepts in new and exciting ways. That is very much on display here.
Here we have a clockwork man, a creepy wax work golem that recalls Vincent Price’s House of Wax (literally: that’s the name of the golem’s wax museum), a stained glass golem with personality, a golem made out of coins and more. My favorite is actually the cover golem, Azenwrath, a spell-rune construct made of sticks, paper and arcane symbols. It was once an evil treant that was killed, felled and turned into a number of wood-based products that retained fragments of its original personality and, gradually, came back together and reformed, not into a treant, but an insane eidolon forever searching for more pieces of itself. The adventure connected to it is very good, a nice bit of atmosphere whose solution nicely subverts D&D standards. The Lockwood cover is prettttty great. I like Kevin McCann’s work here as well — he seems to have developed quite a bit in the year since Werebeasts.
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Genesis 1:1 (KJV) -
In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
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Lore Thursday — Goblin
A heavily armed and armored battlesuit built both by and for Unggoy, the Pnap-pattern Goblin was created in the likeness of the Forerunners' "pre-ascension" form, according to Unggoy theologian Ang'napnap the Enlightened.
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Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.
Kurt Vonnegut
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You are worthy, O Lord our God, to receive glory and honor and power. For you created all things, and they exist because you created what you pleased.
Graphics via Verse of the Day - Revelation 4:11 (NLT)
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So is being a Mandalorian and her whole arc in the animated series going to be erased from Sabine’s character?
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Genesis 2:3 (KJ21) -
And God blessed the seventh day and sanctified it, because in it He had rested from all His work which God created and made.
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Lore Thursday – BOGGART
Resembling the Pnap-pattern Goblin, BOGGART armor is the result of the Venezian Goblinstrike effort that used Created technology stolen from the Unggoy homeworld Balaho. It was also the first result that didn't cause unnecessary fatalities from design defects.
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Wasteland, Baby [1/1]
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Poe Dameron/Fem!Reader (no pronouns or gendered language)
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.1k words
Summary: You find yourself stranded in the Outer Rim after a tussle with the First Order. Luckily, Poe Dameron is there to keep you company.
Warnings: SMUT (so 18+ only pls): unprotected piv
A/N: I'm not usually so inspired by pics, but I looked at the below Sidney Brustein promo photo and next thing I knew this concept sprang to mind fully formed, so clearly I had to write it. I really love this one a lot so I hope you enjoy.
It would be an oversimplification, to say that you’re sweating.
In truth, you’ve been sweating almost since you emerged from your cockpit to survey the external damage you’d just suffered in the preceding skirmish (partially out of concern for your fighter, but mostly to give R0 some space to do what tests he had to on the guts of the ship; he gets so snippy when he thinks you’re waiting on him). In orbit over the moon, you’d noticed the water, the evidently tropical climes—you’d anticipated the heat.
But Maker, you’re not sure if you’ve ever encountered humidity like this.
It’s settled over you as an oppressive cloud, a heavy sheen of perspiration accumulating at your brow, down your back and arms and saturating your shirt in each spot you bent and twisted until the fabric became so wholly damp that you removed it and discarded it to the ground nearby as you and R0 fussed together. Not that it was enough to save your skin from growing just a little sticky as your sweat has seemed cling to your skin, a half-dry and too-warm sensory nightmare.
Read the rest on AO3 here!
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