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nuclearwasabireturns · 6 months
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A few of the Inktober adoptables I'v been dishing out this month. All the designs are for sale, you can DM me on Twitter @wasabi_nuclear to check for availability [100 USD each] Or just look at them, I think they're pretty neat!
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emiko-matsui · 11 months
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ik we all like the psychosexual shit going on with karna deli and colin but truly if my boyfriend invented a position in his court so he could keep me with him and then we break up and five years later i find out he's appointed someone else for that court position? I. would. be. CRUSHED.
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dat-soldier · 11 months
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Commission for @Brutus90977040 on twitter~
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bolloxtothat · 27 days
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Finally finished drawing my bariaur bardbarian/skald, Frida!
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renegade-hierophant · 1 month
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ᛆᚱ ᚢᛆᚱ ᛆᛚᛑᛆ ᚦᛆᚱ ᛂᚱ ᚤᛘᛁᚱ ᛒᚤᚵᚧᛁ ᚮᚱ ᚤᛘᛁᛋ ᚼᚮᛚᛑᛁ ᚢᛆᚱ ᛁᚰᚱᚧ ᚢᛘ ᛋᚴᚰᛔᚢᚧ ᛂᚿ ᚮᚱ ᛋᚢᛅᛁᛐᛆ ᛋᛅᚱ ᛒᛁᚰᚱᚵ ᚮᚱ ᛒᛅᛁᚿᚢᛘ ᛒᛆᚧᛘᚱ ᚮᚱ ᚼᛆᚱᛁ ᛂᚿ ᚮᚱ ᚼᚰᚢᛋᛁ ᚼᛁᛘᛁᚿᚿ
Ár var alda, þar er Ymir bygði; ór Ymis holdi var jǫrð um skǫpuð, en ór sveita sær, bjǫrg ór beinum, baðmr ór hári, en ór hausi himinn.
The age was old when Ymir (Twin) lived; from Ymir’s flesh the earth was formed, and from his sweat (i.e. blood) the sea, boulders from his bones, trees from his hair, and from his skull the sky.
First two lines are from Vǫluspá 3, the rest is from Grímnismál 40
(sang by Gealdýr)
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molochka-koshka · 4 months
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Joy! Boy be upon ye!
Naesala for @transprincecaspian
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The ravening war didn't make me cry the way a crown of candy did.
No. Instead it shot a cheese cannon through my skull and became the only thing I am able to think about.
It has been days, colindeli, or cheesesteak if you will, has been yet another thing that has devastated me in a quiet, niggling, only coming to you in the dead of night kind of way.
It was such a good campaign.
You know, I was normal once, now I watch tiktok edits if these characters and whimper as I realise how fucking destroyed deli had to have been after their breakup.
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1200flowers · 2 months
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Comet by Jackson Crawford
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red-ibis-red · 3 months
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She came, at last, to the cave. She rested just inside it, then took from out of her dress a fish head and laid it at the entrance to the cave.
"Let us live," she begged. "Let Helgi have luck with the fishing.”
—W.D. Valgardson, What The Bear Said: Skald Tales of New Iceland, “Sigga’s Prayer”
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dailycharacteroption · 3 months
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Hunt Caller (Skald Archetype)
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(art by KarinaKruglova on DeviantArt)
Songs are, by their very nature, meant to inspire emotion. Exactly what emotion varies a lot, ranging from sadness to joy to love to lust to even primal fury.
That last one is what today’s subject focuses on the most, for these warrior muses seek to bring out the beast in their listeners in a quite literal fashion!
Hunt callers use the magic of their music to briefly let their allies take on bestial forms if they choose to accept the power, potentially turning them into mighty war beast for an extended period.
With that in mind, I imagine they are most common in cultures with a deep focus on animals in their spirituality and aesthetics. Tribes of barbarians that favor the animal totem, beastkin enclaves, or even more civilized settlements where the nobility take the symbology of the animals on their heraldry very seriously.
Anywhere where the magic of skalds interlaces with the power of nature around the subject of animals is where you’ll find them, and in the right circumstances they can be deadly battle heralds rushing in alongside warriors in the guise of powerful predators and mighty beasts.
This path grants a few unique songs for the hunt caller, the first one inspires the listeners to enhance their senses, improving their night-sight and ability to notice the unusual. It also takes very little effort or energy, allowing them to maintain it for hours.
The real meat of their abilities, however, is a song that allows them and others to transform into the same animal form. At first this is that of a small animal, but later graduates to human-sized and beyond. They can even use it to emulate a more flexible polymorph including monstrous humanoid forms. What’s more, they can keep this up for an extended period even while in the animal form!
Given how their magic clearly blurs the arcane with primal traditions, these skalds add a small selection of druidic spells to their arsenal over time.
Later on, those benefiting from their songs also gain an enhanced sense of smell, even if the form they took doesn’t normally has such a sense.
This archetype has a list of recommended rage powers, which include the beast totem, and those that enhance the ability of the user in physical, primal ways, as well as striking fear into foes.
The ability to grant animal forms for hours at a time is very impressive, but remember that being polymorphed also removes many of your normal abilities a lot of the time, so it is best used for both the utility benefits and for when the party’s normal tactics won’t cut it against a particular foe and they need the buff. Just don’t forget that your inspired rage also has it’s own set of buffs as well, and deciding which to use is a big part of the class. Just remember that an animal constantly making rhythmic sounds might tip some off that something unusual is going on.
With an archetype like this, one has to think not only of what forms are practical for different things such as combat, travel, or the utility of certain special abilities, but also what sort of animals your character reveres or thinks highly of. A Hunt Caller in a noble house might favor lions, boars, or eagles, while someone living on the coast might favor sharks or seabirds.
For years, the hunt caller Vocus has been a dutiful servant of the Hunger, what he thought was a nature cult devoted to hunting and consuming in reflection of the aspects of nature, and he was happy to serve them. However, in recent years he has begun to realize the true nature of the faith he has been serving: a cult of Thuskchoon, the qlippoth lord of unending mindless hunger and strange insight. And all his expeditions for them have been purely for them to experience devouring the world in different anima guises.
Being small creatures with nevertheless monstrous appetites, grindylows often find the way of the hunt caller appealing, letting them borrow the power of the most vicious predators in the sea when they need it. Thus has the Bloodtooth clan been terrorizing coastal settlements as sharks, barracuda, and even once as a giant octopus.
House Vaka has long held the wolf as their heraldic symbol, and there are rumors that there are actual lycanthropes in their bloodline. While it is true that many among them are beastkin, the real source of those stories lies in their tradition of “wolf-singing”, taking on the form of wolves and dire wolves with ancient bardic arts.
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kavasiriel · 9 months
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Galar's Lament
He choked upon his wisdom
The poet who came down
To touch his feet upon the earth
Without making a sound
From high heaven’s shining hall
The bard was sent in grace
A shining mind, a gentle tongue
Fair he was in form and face
And to his eager pupils
He taught his woven songs
But for all his many gifts
The Gods had made him wrong
Although the works made by his hand
With a light celestial shone
Kavasir was the best of men
And Kavasir was alone
He came onto my brothers home
Where the dark elves dwell
Fjallar made the saint a bed
And I too fed him well
Long had been the road that night
He bent as one long aged
And in his gratitude he blessed
And granted wisdom sage
But even Gods finest design
Cast aside and wandered raw
That sacred heart, that holy mind
And deep within, a flaw
Kavasir! Worthiest of men
Who offered up his blood
A draught of stars to free the mind
The true mixed with the good
The ancient ones would not accept
That holy minds are oft amiss
They saw the whole world at their feet
And they could not see this
Slandered was my brothers name
They slew him where he stood
Old and young all fell the same
The evil and the good
For God's mistake we took the blame
As killers of the holy one
The lords in heaven cursed our names
And said we slew high heaven’s son
A wanderer alone am I
The last student of he
Who walked among both men and elves
And taught us poetry
He choked upon his wisdom
So I will always say
His blood now beats in the poets heart
Though he has passed away
Believe me not, you mighty ones
The truth it will not bend
You stood not at the poet’s side
When he met his end.
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unearthedbyodin · 1 month
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archangelsunited · 1 year
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Have some of the Original Jarls.
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molochka-koshka · 7 months
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Musetouched aasimar skald for an upcoming pathfinder game (since another I was playing in got put on hiatus kind of). Also a neverwinter nights oc, because I wanted to play that too heheh.
His name is Joran, and he was raised by dwarves. uwu
I'm tempted to change his appearance to make him more lillend-esque, since he's descended from one. Not sure how though, but I'm open to suggestions!
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nooklingposting · 1 year
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