Unusual Reasons for Cleric Domains Part 1 (Arcana Through Forge)
Arcana
A trickster figure took a liking to a capable wizard, nudging them along from the shadows. When the wizard finds out, they find the arrangement very agreeable, and revere the figure as a partner in learning “new tricks.”
A cleric’s desperation to learn to resurrect led them to a life god at first, but it was the magic itself that fascinated them, so the god agreed to allow them to revere them for their magical capabilities alone.
A wizarding society has been working tirelessly to recreate the magic belonging to a “dead” god. The god, whose dormant nature is slowly beginning to change, rewards this pursuit, gives them genuine divine magic as a reward for their reverence of the figure’s magical history.
A god of the forge takes an interest in a creator of magical weapons, finding the practice novel and seeking a partnership. The creator is quick to agree.
Death/Grave
A soldier who lost far too many friends in a conflict seeks comfort in the softer side of the god of war, vowing to remind everyone that revering war means revering the dead that are left in its wake.
A caretaker for the dying reaches out to a god of stories, asking for ways to preserve and enshrine the stories of the dying into something other than simple memory. Moved by the request, the god obliges, and allows them abilities to help them in their practice along with their newfound friendship.
A holy person of the god of order or law simply sees death as the great equalizer. They seek to ensure fairness and equality, even in the very end.
A holy person working under the god of the hunt began showing disgust at the way some of their contemporaries finished a kill. Believing everything, animals included, deserve dignity in death, their path changed with the god’s full support behind them.
Forge
A community figurehead in a newly built town seeks out a god of family or home for guidance as to how to build a safe and steady home for them and their people. The god agrees, and equips them with the tools and knowledge to build whatever they may need.
In a moment years ago, a soldier was outnumbered and outgunned, barely escaping a grisly fate thanks, in part, to a cry to the war god. Now, they work as a holy person of that god as repayment for saving their life, and work to forge a weapon strong enough to prevent them from ever feeling that powerless again.
They never thought a god would take a liking to them as a weapons maker for a thieve’s guild, but when the patron of rogues and thieves, who seldom reaches out to anyone, asks them to be their dedicated keeper of a secret forge, only for those outside of the law and purview of other gods.
A god of order grows desperate for stability in a changing, uprising filled world. So they called upon a local forge master to build something better, something for a divided world to unify around. That remains their calling to this day.
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They were at Eddie’s funeral.
Steve was saying some words, trying not to cry. Trying not to look at Dustin, who was sobbing into his mom’s arms.
That’s when they heard it.
The pounding. The hysterical pleas.
“PLEASE, HELP! SOMEONE LET ME OUT!! PLEASE!!!”
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the way tumblr tags trend is so funny, sometimes it seems like if ONE post gets popular the entire tag trends.
I’m gonna do an experiment. let’s use the tag
uhhhhhh
#mole interest
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kind of hate my stupid caustic pussy for dissolving my underwear over time but it's kind of cool, like, scientifically
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Incorrect sayings that I use so often I’ve almost forgotten that they’re not the originals:
I have bigger fish to fight
We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it
You can lead a horse to water, but if you drown it you have to walk home
Opening a can of whales
You made your bed, now shit in it
Combining the latter two into the phrase “you opened this can of whales, now lie in it”
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