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dailyadventureprompts · 1 month

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Villain: The Knights of St. Kazvarin

There's pious and selfless devotion, and then there's whatever these weirdos have going on

Riding forth from their brooding fortress-abbey to do the will of a long dead holy man, these inscrutable warriors have long been the subject of rumour and suspicion. It's not an undeserved reputation, as apart from looting tombs for ancient relics or ominously observing the goings on of the common folk these forboding knights are most often acting as the hired muscle for unscrupulous nobles who have no regard for the legality or virtue of the orders they enforce.

Far more than mercenaries with a patina of piousness, the Knights use these contracts to fund a secret and sinister endeavour that they have undertaken for centuries.

Adventure Hooks:

While delving through a dungeon the party follow a trail of slain monsters to a gravely injured knight and his thoroughly overwhelmed young squire. The boy will introduce them as Tilaen and Ser Darrik respectively and ask for their aid in tending to his master's injuries, before the dour Knight chides him for speaking on his behalf and tells the party to be about their way. Ser Darrik wants no help from "the faithless" and is willing to use the last of his strength to get violent about it. If cooler heads prevail, the party will learn that the two were after a rare manuscript hidden somewhere within the dungeon, and the offer of collaboration might be explored. If the party don't help, they'll find the squire waiting for them at the dungeon's entrance, requesting their help to bury his master and guide him back to their order's abbey. It's only after a few days of travelling together will realize that Squire Tilaen is muchabused by his sect, and that steering the boy away or outright adopting him might be the real kindness.

Acting as a stern and imposing shadow to whatever asshole noble or callous merchant the party have recently pissed off, the towering and always helmed Ser Gelceiras has "Bossfight" written all over him. However when the adventure's final confrontation looms the party find him cleaning off his massive axe, his employer's head in a bloodsoaked bag waiting to be delivered to them. "We got what we wanted from him" he rumbles as he exits, " you can have what's left. no hard feelings."

Just a new threat encroaches on the settlement, a mace wielding bruiser in burnished armour rides up and pledges to fight alongside the party in its defence. Ser Portia's skill as a fighter is sorely needed, perhaps enough to overlook whatever agenda it is that drew her to the settlement in the first place. Shortly after the final battle is fought and the dust clears, the party will realize Portia is nowhere to be seen... having escaped sometime during the aftermath after inexplicably kidnapping one of the locals.

Background: Before he was a sacred corpse, Saint Kazvarin was a necromancer of great talent, having dedicated his life to the study of thanatology and the many loopholes around death. This earned him great renown and wealth in his day, amazing the masses with seances while charging the powerful dearly for cut-rate resurrections. He amassed generous patrons and fanatical followers, only to have it all fall apart when the Raven Queen took an interest.

Kazvarin had and constructed his own bootleg afterlife, a place where his most loyal followers would rest forever in glory before being called back in time of greatest need. Atleast that was the sales pitch, in reality the "saint" had stopped just short of lichdom delving into the shadow to create a demiplane where his own soul would reside undeminished after death, sustained by the faith of his followers as the realm hollowed them out.

Such villainy inevitably created it's own downfall in the form of a young woman who's family were taken in and exploited by Kazvarin's cult. Though her name was not recorded by history, she was marked by the Duskmaven for greatness when she swore to tear down the saint who would conquer death, years later succeeding along with some allies in not only killing the necromancer but cursing him with a most ironic fate. Denying him the afterlife he had so meticulously constructed, the raven queen cursed Kazvarin with reincarnation, forcing his soul to live out a new life where it would forget all he knew and be remade.

It would have been a perfect punishment had the Saint's followers not been so fanatical. Though their organization had been shattered by their "benevolent" leader's apparent assassination, the most loyal of his inner circle poured through his research, finding the spells nessisary to seek out his soul in its new vessel. Thereafter they engaged in a grim hunt, crossing the realms to ritually sacrifice the youth their leader had grown into and pulling free his undigested soul. This is the cycle Kazvarin's followers have been following for generations, spending decades hunting for signs of their leader's return before using murder and necromancy to forcibly deincarnate him. Thereafter Kazvarin has a few months or years to act freely before he is swallowed back up by the tide of souls and the hunt begins again

Future Adventures:

Though they begin as a comparatively minor oddity, the knights become a true threat to the campaign as soon as they figure out who Kazvarin's current incarnation is and manage to wrest his soul out. Ideally this should be someone the party knows, to make it all the more tragic that they were sacrificed to bring about the villain's return.

Though it is much deminished, Kazvarin's demiplane (called the Howling Basilica) still traps the souls of those who have sworn their lives to him, acting as a vault from which he can pull rank upon rank of shadow-maddened spirits to his bidding. His most loyal retainers are allowed to keep their skills and individuality while being deprived of their will, meaning he has a backlog of highly skilled Knights just waiting for new bodies to possess no matter how many times the party defeat them on the field. What's worse is that the saint still remembers how to manipulate people with the offer of offbrand immortality, and will likely begin reaching out to powerful individuals shorty after his return.

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#necromancer #knight #villain #villain cleric #villain necromancer #villain noble #camp follower #mid level #undead #lich

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fishnetspaceboy · 29 days

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The Hero and the Warlord - RR Fantasy Story Snipit

(trigger warning for 'camp followers', casual use sex, implied but not explicitly shown)

All wedding invitations had to be delivered. Most by courier. Most, but not all.

The Hero reigned her horse to a stop at the top of the hill and surveyed the war camp before her. Two riders were already leaving the camp to head her off. Despite the drizzly weather, the sentries remained vigilant.

She smiled as she was escorted into and through the camp. Recalling her own time among the band with fondness.

Queen she might now be, royal by birth even, but she had grown up a mercenary and would always feel more at home on campaign than at a royal ball.

She tethered her own horse and stomped through the mud to the largest tent, where she pushed her way in without waiting. Inside the floor space was divided between muddy dirt and a haphazard arrangement of rugs.

The her old friend the warlord sat behind a large table covered with a cloth, a sword, two maps and several stacks of reports, one of which she was reading. Two bare feet poked out from the tablecloth, heels pointed up, and something wiggled against the draped fabric, shape strongly hinting at a pair of soft buttcheeks.

The warlord looked up and smiled. "[Hero]! What a pleasant surprise. I'd get up but I am currently in the middle of something." The wiggling stopped and she reached a hand under the table. "I didn't tell you to stop," she growled. There was a squeak and the wiggling resumed. "Take your boots off and come have a seat!"

Hero blushed. "Well I really ought to get back to the castle by tonight or everyone will worry."

"Now that you are queen and wearing that fancy armor under your cloak you don't have time for your old mates anymore?”

"It's a half a days ride from here and I left early this morning!"

"Which means that you haven't had lunch yet. Stay I insist. We'll send a rider with word of your schedule change so they don't worry. I'll send you back with an escort tomorrow if you want. Drink and stay the night with us. I doubt you will get many chances to in the future." She smiled. "Besides, what's point in being queen if you can't do whatever you want?"

"The point is to take responsible care of the Kingdom," Hero retorted, but was already sitting down to unlace her boots.

"Aye," [Warlord] agreed sheepishly. "And that right there is why you belong on the throne an not another." Her expression twitched a few times and she reached under the table again. "Oh right there. Keep doing that boy.”

"Seems more like something is in the middle of you instead of the other way around. How can you focus on anything like that?”

Warlord waved a report at her, "Honesty he was the only thing keeping me awake until you showed up. These reports are dull as hell." Hero laughed as she pulled off her boots and stepped onto the rug, where she began removing some of her armor and gear.

Warlord gave the boy under the table permission to stop, eliciting a gasp, and stood, pulling her trousers back up and shifting the table to the size. A young man in a loincloth knelt where the table had been, licking his lips.

Warlord helped Hero remove her armor, commenting again how fancy it was and congratulating her on her earlier coronation. "Sorry I couldn't make it."

"You were tying up loose ends for me. I could hardly hold it against you." They both sat now and Warlord tapped her thigh. The young man sprang up from the floor and alighted in her lap offering his face to her lips and tongue. "Being Queen has to involve at LEAST twice as much boring paperwork as running a war band. Maybe you should consider using the same method to pass the time and stay awake." She stroked the front of the loincloth, eliciting another whimper.

"I'm...not sure my fiance would appreciate that," Hero said with a wry grin.

"You're getting MARRIED!?" Warlord exclaimed, startling her Pet.

"Yes. That's why I came, to invite you personally. Consider it an apology for having the last party without you.”

"Well..." Warlord considered. "Have your new husband help with staying awake."

Hero laughed. "He's a Noble's son! Not some common whore!"

Warlord waved a hand dismissively. "The only difference between one man and another is who his mother was."

"His mother IS one of the nobles backing my rule. And while she made sure he looked very desirable when presenting him to me, I think she would take offense if I used him so in public."

Warlord laughed before kissing her whore again, "That's why I refused the noble title you offered me. Being respectable is no fun!”

"It's a tough spot to be in, for sure, but someone's got to do it."

Warlord smiled and brushed her plaything off her lap. "Go tell the kitchen to send lunch for our guest, and tell them to cook up a small banquet for tonight."

The boy nodded, then bit his lip questioningly. His loincloth bulged with the need behind it. Warlord laughed. "You can wait until evening. You and your fellows put on a show for us and you join in on the food and drink. Anticipation flavors you all so well." She smirked and fondled him one last time before dismissing him again.

Turning to Hero she clapped her hands together. "Well then its a good thing you decided to stay the evening. We'll have a little fun before you get tied down with fancy etiquette and vows of matrimony. Come, have a drink while you wait on your meal. Tell me more of how you've been."

The Hero blushed, but could not refuse such enthusiastic hosting, especially from one of her oldest and closest friends and allies. She may be Queen, but maybe tonight she could just be a soldier again.

#gender role reversal #fantasy #writing #story snippet #hero #warlord #camp follower

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algorithmik · 10 months

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Camp Follower aesthetic

#Camp Follower #tropes

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saturdaysky · 7 months

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you lose sight of it, somehow, when you consort with gods: how fragile mortals are, and how precious.

[gale of waterdeep & my pc, mayhew of nowhere in particular]

#mayhew is a gnome warlock/wizard who makes bad choices #mild act 1 goblin camp spoilers in tags that follow:#the fight was bc Mayhew hubris'd his way into Dror Ragzlin's mind but failed to hubris his way out #for some reason dror and all 99 of his favorite friends got mad about that #Shadowheart got HORRIBLY murdered in the spider pit. Mayhew got ensnared in vines while in an acid pool and taking arrows (lol)#i ran out of healing potions #gale and lae'zel survived to flee with the bodies of their friends #play on tactician guys it makes your games deliciously dramatic #anyway the rituals between mayhew and gale are intricate #mayhew #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #sky does bg3 #my art #referenced a pose from pexels -- they're a great site check em out #galehew

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choccy-milky · 3 months

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THANK YOU ALL FOR THIS TRULY MOMENTOUS OCCASION!😭💖💖💖

#ive legit been camping at my follower count WAITING so that i could get the screenshot #i was so scared id miss it while i was sleeping last night i would have cried LMAO #now nobody ever unfollow me or follow me ever again

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protagonist-art · 1 year

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ancient wizards prophesied that i would draw this <3

#shocking absolutely 0 people that follow me #camp camp #inside job #brett hand #reagan ridley #gwen #david #cc #david camp camp #gwen camp camp #camp camp gwen #camp camp david #jasper #jasper camp camp #fanart #art #crossover #inside job netflix

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comradekatara · 11 months

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all my art for @zukkaweek; prompts are "turtleduck pond" (i think sokka would eat a turtleduck sorry), "modern au" (zuko would have good fashion sense but not dress remotely fashionably and i will die on this hill. also the glasses sokka hill.), "rivals" (obviously azula has gotta be there bc she and sokka are actual rivals. and zuko has died. badly), "touch" (sleepover with the bestie!! <3 <3), "royalty" (i am not a filthy monarchist but i did enjoy drawing fancy clothes! and that's as far as i'm taking that prompt thank you very much), and of course "sun and moon" (i hate romantic sun and moon motifs they are very stupid to me as a twenty first century common sense having person who knows that they are not equivalent bodies! but zuko is not a common sense having person so). these were fun to draw :)

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a2zillustration · 5 months

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No probably not

[[ All Croissant Adventures (chronological, desktop) ]]

[[ All Croissant Adventures (app) ]]

#rest in peace to this man who's gonna follow me all the way to baldur's gate just to sit in camp #I'm looking forward to subsequent runs because there are so many characters I just don't really use rn #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #croissant adventures #tav #gale #halsin #comics #act II spoilers #also if anyone catches it they're both eating cheese bc of that one BG3 comic where astarion's trying to pick a lock #and gale's doublefisting cheese #i just had to look it up again it's by potatocrisp on here go read it

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wildtrail · 8 months

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"If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere." - Vincent Van Gogh

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sunfloweraroace · 17 days

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Ah yes my favourite genre… Be Gay, Do Crime

#the spirit bares its teeth #hell followed with us #nimona #d20 fantasy high #a court of fey and flowers #camp here & there #witherburn after school news #the magnus archives #the mechanisms #ramshackle #some of these are just based on vibes #if you disagree with these choices you can fight me #let the queer kids commit murder and arson

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dailyadventureprompts · 5 months

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Ally: Gulm the Gorger

The usual dust and mildew scents of the dungeon give way to the wafting odor of woodsmoke, vinnager, and frying onions. As they enter the chamber, they find a hulking orc brooding over a bubbling cauldron. He looks to regard them, and while he is distracted something limp and tendrilled flops out of the boiling water. He swears, and beats the whatever-it-is into submission before using a heavy iron ladle to drown it in the broth.

At some prompting (and his insistance they taste test the soup) the orc introduces himself. Gulm has been the quartermaster for a number of barbarian camps and raiding parties and he’s seen it all. Two decades or so their war leader decided that the party would raid a dungeon, and while all the youngbloods were getting themselves killed in the lower levels, Gulm was getting a taste for dungeon cuisine. The tastes and textures of monstrous cooking are a treat for a gourmand like Gulm, who spends his twilight years travelling to different delves, killing and cooking all the strange new creatures he can find.

Gulm has likely eaten everything “common” at his particular level, but if the party kills something big and interesting and brings it back to him, he’ll gladly cook it for them, granting them extra healing on a rest. He has no taboo against eating sentient creatures, but finds the flesh of humanoids to be plain and unappetizing. He likewise has no qualms about eating undead, and has worked out a few tricks to make it palatable.

The gorger is crude and standoffish, refusing the offer to travel with the party if it is made. That said, they will likely find him inexplicably in their next dungeon delve, and the one after that, and the one after that. If the party impresses him with a truly rare carcass, Gulm WILL tersely attach himself to the party and begin to act as their quartermaster, ensuring their camp is well cared for, their meals are made to his standard, and their wounds are tended to the best of his middling ability.

Eventually Gulm will die, He has no illusions otherwise. He’s too old an orc to believe his savage fortitude will sustain him forever. He is still an orc though, and plans to go out fighting. If the party has not earned his trust, he will die offscreen, having just set up camp in the final dungeon but seemingly nowhere to be found. If they have earned his trust, he will die for the party, ensuring they live to enjoy at least one more meal. Upon searching his kit, the players will find His prized possession: a cookbook written in orcish, in which he records all his greatest discoveries and experiments. The exact effects of this cookbook are up to you as a DM, but I suggest a once a week “ritual” to cast hero’s feast.

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#orc #camp follower #dungeon encounter #ally

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lakecountylibrary · 3 months

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If you liked Camp Damascus, try Hell Followed With Us

and vice versa!

There's a lot to love in both Camp Damascus by @drchucktingle and Hell Followed With Us by Andrew Joseph White. As horror novels about queer youth with, shall we say, complicated relationships with religion, they have a lot in common - if you liked one you very well may like the other. Let's take a closer look.

Characters:

Both books feature queer, autistic youth fighting back. The characters are trying to survive in a world created for them by abusive adults and religious institutions that hold power over them.

In Camp Damascus we follow Rose (autistic, lesbian). In Hell Followed With Us we follow Benji (neurodivergent, trans) and Nick (autistic, gay).

Genre:

Both books are horror, but with two distinct flavors. Camp Damascus has more of a creepy factor, while Hell Followed With Us leans more toward gore. In Camp there is some mystery to the evil, but in Hell the evil has a name, a face, an address - and a to-do list.

Both books deal with Christian cults and the horrors of indoctrination. They deal with the characters' complicated relationships to Christianity as an institution and God as a concept. They also both quote Christian scripture heavily.

Vibes:

While both books are horror, they do feel very different, largely because the primary emotion that drives each story is different. In Camp Damascus, it's love. In Hell Followed With Us, it's rage. You'll certainly find both emotions in certain quantities in either novel, but what they primarily put forward distinctly changes the vibe of both books.

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So there you have it! Two fantastic reads in close thematic conversation with each other - but still quite distinct. If either sounds good to you, do yourself a favor and check out both today!

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