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durzanightshadeblack · 9 months

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I've decided to just start posting my OCs here instead of letting them just fester in my discord and/or dndbeyond. (To help keep track of them, I'll be using their names and OC Vault as tags.) Xyren Gender/Pronouns: Non-binary (All) Height: 7'1'' Age: 127 Birthday: October 9th Foreclaimer Gryffon Knight Fighter Backstory: Xyren was born having empathy, a defect by their society's standards, and learned how to mask it from an early age. Similarly early on, thanks to an aptitude test that all forclaimers in their city went through at a young age, it was discovered that Xyren had an affinity of sorts with gryffons, and so was set on the path to becoming a gryffon knight, working with them and learning under the current gryffon knights.

Eventually, they'd begin the physical training aspect to become strong enough for the role, and after they turned 110 and received the surgery that all foreclaimers undergo, they went through a ceremony of sorts where they met and made the bond with a gryffon who became their partner and companion.

Some more time goes by, a number of years, during which Xyren would take up helping the science research folk with field research, taking on missions themself, and also providing escort/security for parties of multiple individuals as necessary.

One day, the city is attacked, and in the confusion of the fray, Xyren's gryffon partner was slain by an errant bullet. The tides of the conflict only got worse, and protocol for them stated to fall back to the labs where they were to defend the area and back up data, and in the event of an impending breach, put themself into stasis via the provided pods.

This is exactly what happened, and so, Xyren put themself into stasis for a set amount of time that they'd be revived at the end of. The time passes and they emerge to find themself still blocked in and trapped within the room, the conflict long since abated.

Unbeknownst to them, they had lost the fight, and so they slowly they start working away at the rubble blocking the entrance. They almost get enough out of the way to get through when a panel from the ceiling drops suddenly and pins them, making them pass out until a certain someone would eventually dig them out and patch them up...

The first five pics are his adventuring gear, and these next ones are her more.. Off-duty type clothes. Yes, that's it.

#Xyren #OC Vault

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herbs-and-spices-and-flowers · 8 months

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Ending to Paragraph Thursday. Plus Epilogue.

Minnesota and Oregon have been on many adventures, gotten hurt, went to wrong places, returned from there, and how do they get home? Well, after they got back from forclaimer world, Sips and Fruit Bat dying and they all head back to one of the towns, Mr. Jack, Gothi and a few other people managed to create a portal that mimicked that of the creature that brought them there.

They were about to step through the portal, but then they turned around. They turned to hug their friends. Goodbyes were hard and they still are today. There was lots of hugging and goodbyes and you can almost hear the song "The Call" playing in the background. They took a breath and stepped right through. Then everything went black.

They both woke up each in a hospital room. Both were bandaged and felt pain in their head. Some of their wounds were past ones. Like the ones they got in the persecution country or the ones they got into almost DnD world. When their friends and families showed up, they asked how long they have been out. They were told by their families that they have been in a coma for hours after they were pulled into the vent by that big dark thing.

Both of them began to think that all of this was just a coma dream. But then another thought occurred. If this was all just a coma dream, how do they explain the tentacle. Then again, how do they explain how all of those adventures have fit into just a couple of hours. They look around and notice their school backpacks next to each of their hospital beds. They peeked inside their backpacks and saw some of the things they gained on their journey. In Minnesota's was a tiny figure of a sword with a tiny bucket tied to it(he took lessons from Bucket), a tiny strand of string which resembled the rope which Erina had given him, and a rock which had the message "I hope you are in a good fit to move the next time I see you" which was from a young forclaimer that Minnesota would have physical matches with. In Oregon's backpack was a small staff that looked like the cleric's staff she had gotten, a sketchbook that Sips had snatched for her in exchange for art, and a note from Erina asking her to next time bring her paintings and other art forms that she heard so much about and that she would love to hear her singing voice again and hear her play the flute, so next time bring the flute and a small stone that said, "why did you call me cute? You're adorable." which was from another young forclaimer that she had met along the way. The message warmed her up inside.

Both of them could only think in wonder that something so strange happened in life. Life is stranger than fiction sometimes.

Epilogue. At least five years from now.

Minnesota Hamms and Oregon Atsma had once again been swept off to who know's where. This time, they brought their friends: Jade, Maryland, Koi and Tennessee with his brother, Oklahoma. They faced a lot of familiar monsters. Not only that, the small figures they had grew to usable size. I'm not sure how, but somehow Oregon got separated from the group. Later she ended up fighting a bunch of people with just her staff and her undying stubborness. While fighting for her life, she recognized one of them as the young forclaimer that she had bonded with five years ago. As old as she was now. She then stopped fighting. He then put his knife to her neck.

"C'mon, Lysander. Don't you recognize me?"

"How do you know me?"

"C'mon, my crystal gazer, we were only fifteen when this happened."

He stopped.

"Moon flower?"

"Yes?"

He then put down his knife and hugged her. It was hard for forclaimers to feel empathy, but they can feel some love. The others looked at them confused, but them one of them spoke up.

"Oh wait a minute. Are you Minnesota's friend?"

"Are you that guy he would mess around with?" "Thunders! Yeah! How is he?"

"He's doing fine, but I regret to tell you, we got separated on our journey." "Forget that! Right now, you need medical attention!" added Lysander.

They sat down and bandaged each other. Then they heard shouting voices and Minnesota and their friends showed up and the group reunited. Minnesota also reunited with his physicals buddy. They do some talking and introducing. Then some other people stumble across their spot. One of them was an archaeologist we all know and love with a few grey hairs. Oregon ran up and hugged him and Minnesota offered a handshake.

"Wait. Do I know you two? Are you Oregon and Minnesota or something?" he asked.

They gave him a look, and then he recognized them. "It is you! Boy how much you've grown."

Then Erina shows up. "You've gotten so BIG!" and she hugged them both.

Next was Sips. But he's little Sips at this point and doesn't recognize them.

Then came Gothi. "You have grown." they hugged her next.

Sips may not have recognized them, but Sneeze did. And he hugged them both.

After some hugging and laughing and crying tears of joy, Mr. Jack then broke the Silence.

"Ok, folks. We have some catching up to do. C'mon. I am so sure that there are some people who would like to see you. And you know what that means."

Minnesota and Oregon perked up in excitement.

"That's right. We've got some adventuring to do!"

And off they went all over the Billowing Wilds and beyond all of that.

The End. Of this story.

#fool's gold #my ocs #paragraph thursday

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