#The Gloaming

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#the gloaming #dark and moody #watery dreams #inspiration #conjuredbyphotoshop #interior design

[ladyviolethummingbird]

The Gloaming

An Outlander/Jane Eyre crossover

Catch up on chapters 1-9 here

Chapter 10: From Afar

Head full of thoughts of Claire, Jamie wound his way along darkened corridors towards his bedchamber. Within him there was a lightness; the weightless and floating kind that made his feet feel as though they were barely touching the ground as he walked. At the same time there was a heaviness; pressure on his chest like he could scarcely draw breath from how all-encompassing his feelings were. Having never been in love before, he had no idea if it was normal to feel so jumbled up inside, so instead settled for replaying the evening he had just spent with Claire and recalling with pleasure just how beautiful she’d looked in the light of the fading fire.

Having not paid much heed to the direction he was taking, Jamie unexpectedly found himself at the foot of the stairs where Claire had fallen. Despite bone aching tiredness, a niggling feeling propelled him to crouch down and take a closer look; something about a graceful and surefooted woman stumbling on steps she’d descended hundreds of times just wasn’t adding up. Sweeping his hands over the smooth wood he anticipated finding a loose board or nail to account for it, but squinting at the dimly lit staircase he detected nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly his fingertips slid into a cold liquid. Startled by the unpleasant sensation, he yanked his hands back, hurriedly glancing around for the source. With nothing appearing out of place, all he could think to account for it was rain, perhaps from a window blowing open during the storm, however a quick check showed all those nearby fastened shut. There was probably a perfectly logical explanation for the wet stairs but a feeling in Jamie’s wame told him otherwise, and with a shiver he pulled the shawl he wore a little tighter around himself. He was still wracking his brains to determine the cause of the dampness when the smell hit him; such distinctive odour he wondered how he could have missed it earlier. Spicy, fruity and not quite sweet, it was unmistakably brandy.

He rubbed his eyes trying to think, Claire’s voice floating into his head “The smell alone makes me gag”…“I must’ve misjudged a step”… “No need to wake anyone else”… It was all connected he knew, only he couldn’t see through the fog in his brain to work out how. As the questions swirled, Jamie felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, as though he was being watched. Standing to his full height he cast his eyes out into the semi-darkness; searching but not entirely sure he wanted to find anything. From behind him a floorboard creaked and he whirled around, body tensing. The scape of feet followed…

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#outlander #outlander fanfic #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #thanks for reading #ol fan fic #ol ff #fanfic #olff #the gloaming #jane eyre fanfic

[forged-in-kaoss]

burns love, burns love, burns, dead lovers, love burns

#aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #lucemond #house of the dragon #hotd #the gloaming #pure reason revolution #amor vincit omnia #gif #lyric edit #was listening the this song on the way home from work and was possessed to make this as soon as i got home #i learned about clipping masks today!!!! #fun fact the color of the text is a screenshot of arrax breathing fire at vhagar teehee #now if i could just figure out how to make that a gif as well hopefully without having to manually edit every single frame?

[tiernanmoss]

it's happening again. the wind is here and I come undone.

#the gloaming #evening walks #water and sky #sunset #dreamcore

[nihils-trolls]

Deeds Done In Shadow

Nyxtra Eidwyn | Present Night | Eidwyn Estate

Finally, the night had come. Both moons were high in the sky, and both at their fullest. The sky was clear in the valley clearing, and not a single other soul was nearby. Nyxtra toiled away to prepare a ritual- one of great importance.

With the end of the staff she carried, she finished drawing out the large magic circle. Eight black candles, placed at eight directions- salt lining the outermost ring. In each direction were also engraved eight runes. To the north, gold. Moving clockwise, a barrier. Then salt, to represent the body. A rune to increase the strength of the barrier, and then silver- purity, wisdom and protection of the spirit. Next was a sigil of rejuvenation, to ensure her good health. Then black sulfur, the element connecting the above and below realms. Lastly, another enhancement rune to channel more mana, increasing the strength of this complicated ward.

Standing in the center of it all, Nyx inspects her work to ensure its quality. Satisfied, she sits down, crossing her legs. Reaching into her shirt, Nyxtra pulls out a periapt hiding below the neckline- then opens it to pour out the contents in front of her. A black, viscous and odorous substance falls out, splattering the ground. As it does, the clear weather begins to shift- clouds suddenly forming and rolling in to cover the moons. The lines she just drew begin to shine a faint lavender, seeming to shift their positions just slightly.

The wind begins to howl as the ichor-like substance rises from the ground, expanding and contorting into a vague shape of some… thing. An arm, then a torso. Then a head and some legs below- if you could truly call them that. Broken appendages at best. As it finishes its formation, Nyxtra meets what little, lifeless gaze the being has to acknowledge it.

A rasping, almost scratching whisper reaches the woman's ears.

"What dreadful purpose have you released me for this time, Gloaming?" The entity spoke slowly and meticulously- but with no uncertain feelings of disdain towards the goldblood. After all, she is the one that contained it.

"You have drawn out and forcefully taken what power I once held already. I've nothing left to give you, not that I would be willing to do so in the first place."

"You have knowledge-" Nyxtra finally replies. She's clearly doing her best not to be impatient, with the being enuncing every syllable with a contemptuous inflection. "Experience. And I know for a fact you've been holding out on me in strength as well. Lies will do you no good here, daemon."

The being makes a low thrumming growl. The ichor slowly solidifies into a black, squishy flesh with fungi sprouting in various places. As a result, the horrid and rotting stench begins to waft away. It looks down at its new features, a scowl now visible on its non-rotten face.

"Going as far as to seal away my very essence, I see."

"Well, I can't have you destroying the very environment I live in. Or my own body," Nyx says with a huff. Shouldn't that be obvious? This daemon is in no position to argue with her. However, she'll let it complain.

"Disgusting." It says, picking at the vessel it's now housed in. The skin pulls off in a chunk, only to reform mere seconds later. "So it's more power you want then?"

Nyxtra crosses her arms now, not breaking eye contact with the entity. "More or less."

"Why." it states, not like a question at all- more like a demand to have an answer.

And Nyxtra humors it. "You're not getting another chance to use it, for one. Two, these nights are… complicated. Society has advanced far beyond what I used to think possible. My kind now flies amongst the stars, albeit without knowing their stories, or even what lies behind the veil.

… I fear my time is too short. I do not want to take any risks further down the line, and I want to ensure I can protect that which I hold close. To aid those that I am able."

The thrumming from the daemon starts up once more. "A noble effort. Or a selfish one? I am in no place to judge, nor to bargain. But I am curious, if you'll humor me once more."

The witch pauses a moment to consider, then nods.

"Is your stomach as strong as your will, dear mage?" It repeatedly clicks, knowing the answer to this question already. It has foreseen this inevitable moment, its own end.

"What exactly are you suggesting?" Nyxtra questions, getting part of the hint. But not all of it.

The daemon makes a noise akin to a chuckle, amused at the thought of what is about to transpire.

"Partake in the way of daemons, killing and consuming one another to exceed their limits. That is the only thing left I have to offer you."

It's then that a switch clicks in her mind. "Dear gods. You mean actually eating you. Don't you?"

"Correct."

A shiver runs down Nyxtra's spine. Gross. Disgusting. Eating an embodiment of.. rot, of decay? To gain power? She cannot state enough- Eugh.

But… it seems logical. That it would work, that is. Mages before had bargained with other entities for power. Even mundane folk were able to wield arcane force through deals. Consuming was like… an advanced version of that, right? Though, it must have its own stipulations. Consequences. Limits. Ones she was not aware of, and doubted the daemon would tell her.

"Do you wish to proceed in this matter, Gloaming?" it interrupts her thinking- the tone it carries, almost goading. "You do not have all night to think it over."

"Oh hush up," she retorts, sighing as she makes up her mind.

Nyxtra stands, pulling a dagger out from her sleeve. She moves in closer to the daemon that slowly sinks to her level, looking deep into its eyes.

In them, she finds only resignation. "Get it over with, witch."

She raises her dagger, plunging it deep into the skull of the beast. And as it slumps over onto the ground, a deep gnawing pains her stomach.

Nyxtra drops to her knees, hunched over the blackened creature, slobbering.

#nihil writes #nyxtra eidwyn #the gloaming #sets this here.

[frog-and-rat]

The Shattered Tower (102)

I am Playing ShadowDark with my kids, in the mini campaign setting of The Gloaming from Cursed Scroll #1.

Hex (102) “The Shattered Tower” has a short blurb about a ruined keep with a trap door leading to a cistern with something slithering in the murky waters.

Time to flesh this out:

The Thistlewood Keep is centuries gone, but a rumor remains of a priceless diadem, never recovered. The legend varies widely and no detail seems to remain the same from one re-telling to the next, save for one. The Princess of Thistlewood Keep, moments before destruction, took her family’s most cherished possession and hid it away. Though the enemy razed the keep, the treasure was never found! Much speculation has been made, and many a young adventurer has often dreamed of finding the treasure!

More recent generations have used the keep as a sort of initiation or hazing ritual, much like a snipe hunt. Young adventurers have often been sent by their older siblings to go find the treasure and prove their worth. After a trek of adventure, or boredom, the children are lucky to return with an odd button, or a piece of a broken plate from the keep.

And more recent still, a few months ago, there has been a report of a pair of monstrous birds nesting in upon the ruined tower. Their bodies are like giant eagles with the head of a mighty stag! Their talons and antlers are iron hard, and razor sharp! Hunters have warned all the townsfolk and all the children to avoid the area and STOP these hazing rites, for this monsters will most surely kill and eat anyone who disturbs it’s nest. There have been a few failed attempts to kill these monsters ending in the death of several hunters each time. For now, hunters are avoiding coming too near the area.

Elsewhere in the Gloaming, a camp of Outlaws led by Grieves Redthorne. Recently, a group of goblin bandits attempted to waylay some of his men, but quickly surrendered and begged mercy, and to make it up to Redthorne and join his group. For this crime, the group was offered a quest to atone for their transgressions. “Bring back the Thistlewood Diadem!” The goblins, unaware of the monstrous birds made haste to appease this Grieves Redthorne, grateful for this uncharacteristic offer of mercy!

When my players arrive, there is a chance the perytons will be present at the nest, but I hope to get them into the cistern where they will meet the goblins. Sinred, the now leader of the goblin group will explain how they’re all surely doomed! Because the perytons have killed 2 of their group and won’t let them leave the cistern! And even now, lurking within the cistern, a giant snake which has eaten another of their group! Sinred will beg the PC’s for help, and even offer the treasure if the party helps them escape! Sinred claims that before Dink was swallowed whole, by the snake, he had clasped in his hands, a small treasure chest! Sinred and Urn, the remaining 2 goblins, were too afraid to fight the snake on their own, and after it’s meal, the snake slithered away and ignored them, as they did not attack it.

If my players defeat the snake, they will indeed find a goblin and a waterlogged chest containing the diadem. Sinred will attempt to betray the PC’s and steal back the diadem if given half a chance.

The perytons are a great threat to the PC’s at level 2. And I will give the PC’s ample warning to not stick around to fight them.

The PC’s will find another exit, a crack in the wall of the cistern, that will lead into a vast cave system. I have some tables ready with content from Veins of the Earth, and the ShadowDark core rules. I want to open up the idea of cave exploration, as we have not yet done this, and also have some possible shortcuts, throughout the Gloaming.

Peryton

AC 14, HP 30, ATK 1 talon +5 (2d6) and 1 tail +5 (1d8), MV double near (fly), S +2, D +4, C +0 , I +2, W +0, Ch -2, AL C, LV 6

#old school renaissance #ttrpg community #ttrpg #procreate art #ShadowDark #Cursed Scroll #Diablarie #The Gloaming #hexcrawl #adventure design #campaign design #dnd #dnd adventures #Peryton #procreate doodle #procreate sketch

[red-ibis-red]

#the blue hour #the gloaming #den blåa tiden #l’heure bleue

[bonniehooper]

Top Picks of 2022

My Top 25 New Favorite Actresses - #4: Milly Alcock

Introduction to Her: House of the Dragon

#Top Picks of 2022 #My Top 25 New Favorite Actresses #Milly Alcock #House of the Dragon #Rhaenyra Targaryen #The School #Upright #Fighting Season #The Gloaming #Reckoning

[planningisnotmystrength]

playing DE again and just realized that Reaction Speed knew my name right from the jump. I didn’t even know what I looked like yet. 

#disco elysium #de #harry #harrier #raphael #the officer #the gloaming #this is during your conversation with klaasje #literally ten seconds after I learned I was a cop

[ginger-by-the-sea]

#Forrest light #the gloaming

[ladyviolethummingbird]

The Gloaming - Chapter 10 Preview 🏰

Ch 10: From Afar

Head full of thoughts of Claire, Jamie wound his way along darkened corridors towards his bedchamber. Within him there was a lightness; the weightless and floating kind that made his feet feel as though they were barely touching the ground as he walked. At the same time there was a heaviness; pressure on his chest like he could scarcely draw breath from how all-encompassing his feelings were. Having never been in love before, he had no idea if it was normal to feel so jumbled up inside, so he instead settled for replaying his evening spent with Claire; recalling with pleasure just how beautiful she’d looked in the light of the fading fire.

Having not paid much heed to the direction he was taking, Jamie found himself at the foot of the stairs where Claire had fallen and despite his bones aching with tiredness, a niggling feeling propelled him to crouch down and take a closer look. Something about a graceful and surefooted woman stumbling on steps she’d descended hundreds of times hadn’t sat right and as he swept his hands over the smooth wood he anticipated finding a loose board or nail to account for it. Squinting at the dimly lit staircase he had detected nothing out of the ordinary when his fingertips suddenly slid into something cold and wet. Startled by the unpleasant sensation, he yanked his hands back, hurriedly glancing around for the source. With nothing appearing out of place, all he could think to account for it was a window blowing open during the storm, however a quick check showed all those nearby were fastened shut. There was probably a perfectly logical explanation for the wet stairs but a feeling in Jamie’s wame told him otherwise, and with a shiver he pulled the shawl he wore a little tighter around himself. The cause of the damp stairs became apparent when the smell hit him. Such a strong and distinctive odour he wondered how he could have missed it earlier. Spicy, fruity and not quite sweet, it was unmistakably brandy.

He rubbed his eyes trying to think, Claire’s voice floating into his head “The smell alone makes me gag”…“I must’ve misjudged a step”… “No need to wake anyone else”… It was all connected he knew, only he couldn’t see through the fog in his brain to work out how. As the questions swirled, Jamie felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck, as though he was being watched.

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Geez it’s been a minute….writing this chapter has been like getting blood from a stone and it’s still not quite done. Little preview for anyone still interested xx

#outlander #outlander fanfic #claire beauchamp #jamie fraser #ol fan fic #ol ff #the gloaming

[judgingbooksbycovers]

The Gloaming

By Kirsty Logan.

Design by Julia Connolly.

#The Gloaming #Kirsty Logan #Julia Connolly #Mermaid #Starfish #animals #books #book covers #folklore

[raurquiz]

#happybirthday #millyalcock #actress #RhaenyraTargaryen #HouseoftheDragon #TheSchool #Wonderland #JanetKing #APlacetoCallHome #FightingSeason #PineGap #LesNorton #Upright #TheGloaming #Reckoning

#happybirthday #milly alcock #actress #rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #theschool #wonderland #janet king #a place to call home #fightingseason #pine gap #lesnorton #upright #the gloaming #reckoning

[d-d-r-e-a-m-e-r]

Spooky Sirens

#drawing #sketch #art #sirens #mermaids #black ink #mythical creatures #mystical #pen drawing #scaly art #pen and paper #scary mermaids #gloomy #The Gloaming

[innervoiceart]

The Gloaming - Samhradh Samhradh (Live in Cork)

#youtube #The Gloaming #Samhradh Samhradh #Live in Cork #Ireland #live music loves

[frog-and-rat]

Some notes:

I need to do better at encouraging role play. I missed a great opportunity for interrogation and sharing of rumors while my players were trapped with Sinred and Urn. They haven’t played a lot, and don’t know about these things, so I need to organically encourage this… somehow.

I need to do better, at explaining what my player’s goals are/ where my players are. This might be because my players are kids/inexperienced , or because I’ve thought through the planning, it;s familiar, and I did not explain it well (I’m inexperienced).

I think I’ll add some NPC’s in the cave. 2 Halflings from the random encounter table. They’re from Wardenwood, and got lost while looking for evidence. They suspect someone is poisoning the well water!

#ttrpg #shadowdark #ttrpg community #ttrpg kids #dnd with kids #my inexperience is showing #game notes #the Gloaming #Cursed Scroll