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galasgamingcorner · 2 months
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Baldur's Gate Scenery | Shadowfell Entrance
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whamber · 8 months
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"howdy from Grimhawke, y'all!"
i love Moonshine's shadowfell outfit sm...pinstripe vest, demonic belly chain, deadeye's hat....i editorialized the leather chaps but i think she'd be into them lol
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dailyadventureprompts · 6 months
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Deity: Nerull, The One Who Sorts The Bones
It's said they found the god in the old tombs, in that forgotten quiet where long eras had worn away all the epitaphs. They drew in a breath of the still air and on their exhalation the god took flight into the world on vulture's wings. -The Silent Testimonies, book 1
A god not of death, but of the dead, Nerull presides those aspects of the mortal coil that lay beyond the Raven Queen's domain of mourning and memory. Someone must keep vigil for the departed long after their names have passed from the memories of the living, and so that duty falls to Nerull, who's chosen people are the spirits that have lingered in the world far longer than they were ever alive.
Beyond the dead, the vulture’s faithful are an eclectic lot. Itinerant gravetenders, scholars of forgotten tongues, Bonesetters who's experience with embalming helps them minister to the living.  To Serve Nerull you must first die, though this is often symbolic.
Unlike his fellow carrion-bird death god, Nerull's following does not frown on the use of necromancy, or the existance of undead. Ghost stories, whether vengeful or sorrowful are considered holy for the way their memory transcends time. The exception to this reverence of course are those trapped in suffering, and the "hungry" dead who feed on the living. Pain and want are after all the purview of life, and Nerull dispatches hunters and psychopomps to ease such spirits along their way.
Adventure Hooks:
While out on their travels the party encounters a procession of grey pilgrims, masked and shrouded, all silent save for the leader of their procession who carries a staff jingling with bells and welcomes the party to sit by his fire. He tells tale of conflicts across the realm, new and old, shared with her by her flock, and invites the party to walk along with them the next day if they wish to see something splendid. Should the party agree to such unsettling company they will walk until sunset when they come to a hillside dotted with loose stones, where one by one the pigrims will walk out and begin constructing their own cairns. The procession leader will thank them for their observance, not many are so kind to the unnamed dead, and will reward them with answers to five questions before departing on pallid wings.
After inexplicably befriending one of Nerull's agents (and possibly his daughter?) during one of their adventures, the party are liable to be put out when they don't see their favourite psychopomp for a while. Queue sightings of a foreboding spectre that's knocking one by one on the doors of the city at night, sending people into a panic. Imagine their surprise when it turns out this wraith has a message for them... their favourite omen of doom has been kidnapped by a necromancer and her boss (dad?) wants them to get her back.
The Vulture's work is never done, and this time he's decided to enlist the heroes for aid. Perhaps there's an undead spirit that needs to be quieted, perhaps there's something sinister at work in a ruin once consecrated in his name, perhaps it's just making sure they clean up after themselves after their latest stint of tombrobbing. Regardless, Nerull can offer the heroes something far beyond coin... closure with the dead, ensuring visitation with a loved one for some much needed closure.
Titles: The Vulture, The Bonesorter, Dead Ned, the weary reaper, the vagabond end.
Signs: Plants too dry to rot, the voices of the departed carried on the wind, skeletons rearranged into trees or gardens.
Symbols: A scythe or sickle entwined with flowers.
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elvenforestwitch · 6 months
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Dame Aylin <3
hehe big wamen ooh hoo hee hee weamon
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zephyrbug · 2 years
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Hoax, arcane trickster and herald of the shadowfell (enjoy the design doodle!!)🗡🦇🔮 I’m back!! I really wanted to push myself to post this week cause i’ve been mostly working on commissions so I challenged myself to do an entire character illustration in a day, thus how I finally got around to redesigning my old arcane trickster rogue Hoax! I drew their significant other a while back (Sayana!) so it’s nice to finally have the pair completed!! They look so angsty but they were actually the friendliest party member!! No matter how good you are a 7 charisma gives ya one hell of a resting bitch face :,) I’m finishing up my general commission list now so I should finally be back to posting normally with some personal designs, event art and adoptables on the horizon! So thanks for sticking around while I took a minute to catch up on things the support is always appreciated 💕💕
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inq-tav · 2 months
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Shadowheart and Isobel wouldn’t be besties but mere..rivals
They would still be petty Selûnites throwing jabs at each other while their two buff lesbian gf’s chill on the side
Isobel is practically married to the daughter of Selûne but Shadowheart is someone who Shar and Selûne fought over, (God’s favorite princess)
Shadowheart: I have her legendary spear, what gifts has she given you
Isobel: her daughter and the energy to protect the Inn
Shadowheart: And who saved her daughter from eternal suffering??? oh yeah, I did, your welcome
Both, in unison: “Aylin!” “Andromeda!” Both are by their quarreling lovers’ sides at an instant gently prying them away
bonus:
Andromeda, a mere dual wield bard: *whispering* please don’t have me fight Aylin
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At the House of Healing
Mira: After all is said and done, I may return here. I used to run a field hospital, I think I can get this place back on its feet.
Halsin: it will take much work, but I cannot think of anyone better suited for the job
Astarion: can we keep the undead nurses tho?
Everyone stares at him
Astarion: what? I just think they're neat
Halsin: I don't think-
Mira: no no, no. He's got a point
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marvelousbelladonna · 11 months
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Crazy fucking theory time
Things we know
Laudna had Delilah stuck in her head for 30ish years
Prism is from Shadowfell
This half of Bells Hells (Laudna, Orym, and Ashton) are on Issylra
Laudna made an insight check in Pike when she said that Delilah was gone (failed insight)
After the fight with Otohan, when everyone was getting little flashback/memories, Laudna’s had Delilah saying "I am of his blood. I will ENDURE. My will is unrelenting. You are my vessel in life, unlife, and beyond. I will ENDURE!"
The tomb they just found has natural residuum in it and the words in primordial they saw said “Within the verdant tomb, we keep her spirit ENDURING”
Matt changed the lights to green with they entered the room with the residuum (like Delilah magic [in TLOVM])
Delilah is from Wildemount and was part of the Cerberus Assembly
She’s been to the Shadowfell multiple times
She possibly inhabited Darkstone while she was Laudna’s patron (just a theory)
She worked with Ridley to take ore and it into residuum
Delilah has been to Thar Amphala (this was were Vecna was released, I think)
She was then killed by Percy in Thar Amphala. But her spirit stayed there (until she was killed again)
Thar Amphala used to be in the Shadowfell and now it is on the material plane, specially ISSYLRA
Theory:
What if this “she” that is being keep is somehow Delilah? She said that she had other contingencies for surviving, just Laudna was the easiest. Could this obelisk be kind of like a horcrux. Keeping enough of her alive until she able to take a physical form? Maybe all that time in the Shadowfell gave her a chance to set up backup plans.
And if Abaddina really set them up, she could tell that Laudna has had “quite a challenging existence”. Maybe she could fell some connection with Delilah or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that part’s kind of a stretch
Video clip order:
“I will endure” (3x34)
Pike insight check (3x38)
Abaddina (3x60)
Words in the tomb (3x62)
Residuum in tomb (3x62)
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astralabraxas · 4 months
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It’s that time of the year again for another wonderful Secret Satan! This time around for the Potluck, I had @shadowchloe so I drew her character Thade with her dragon companion. Even though all the texturing was super tedious, I’m super pleased with the results!
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captainpondlilly · 7 months
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Emily making the Halloween one shot absolutely terrifying, and the boys making the the goofiest, most dysfunctional family of Rogue PI's. A+, I love the Vantasmos.
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alistairrust · 8 months
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whamber · 8 months
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I love u Vampwon
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Dungeon: A Bleak Picture
Unsure whether they've been trapped inside a painting or been cast back in time, the party must venture through the desolate ruins of a once warm and familiar place to rescue a number of innocents that've gone missing after being abducted by some shadowy force.
Adventure Hooks:
The party arrive in the town of Valasren on innocuous business, following the rumors of a ruin, attending a nearby shrine, or visiting some old friends. When they arrive they're given an unexpectedly amiable welcome by lord Lucas Kevral, who's heard of their earlier exploits and wants to cultivate a good relationship with such aspiring heroes. While taking him up on an invitation to dine at his castle, the party spy a gloomy painting depicting Valasren in ruins. Lord Kevral explains that it was painted to commemorate the near destruction of the town some generations ago, when one of his ancestors left the settlement defenceless to go off seeking glory in war. His grandmother commissioned the painting from one of the survivors, and hung it in a place of honour so she nor any of her descendants would forget their duty to defend the people.
As the party pursue their mission around Valasren they'll begin to notice a number of disappearances that only seems to climb as time ticks on. Rumors begin to circulate about something moving in the night, stalking people, creeping into their homes when they're asleep, leaving only open doors and empty beds come daylight. These rumours become all too real when the party awake one morning to find one of their number missing, taken without a whisper from where they slept. A scattering of untrustworthy witnesses say they saw an unnatural figure carrying a sack up the hill towards the Lord's castle, giving them at least a ghost of a trail.
Following the trail back to the palace eventually leads the party to the painting, an inexplicable cold draft intermittently drifting from its now permeable surface.
Background: The painter who witnessed the destruction of Valasren was a true master, and was years later able to immortalize the hopelessness they felt in that moment through their skill with the brush. There is power in such emotional resonance, and transformed the painting into an overlap with the shadowfell, where the town's sorrow had likewise been reflected. Not quite a portal, the painting never did much harm but making the already drafty castle hall a little more cold and unwelcoming at night, at least until recent days.
Drawn by the warmth of life and merriment on the air, A Snatcher has discovered the painting and forced its way through, one by one dragging inhabitants of Valasren into the upside down for an unknown purpose.
Challenges & Complications:
Once the party figure out there's something up with the painting, cut to the abducted player waking up in the ruined shadow-town. There's no corresponding painting anywhere to be seen, and because they were taken while they were asleep they're likely a bit exhausted and missing most of their gear. They'll have to be quiet and clever to escape the nightmare things and lingering spirits that dwell within Valasren's shadow, but doing so may give them vital clues about what's really going on. Keep the tension on until the isolated hero is backed into a corner, then have the rest of their friends arrive.
It's a grim irony that before war came to Valasren, the painter was working on capturing the beauty and peace of their home town on canvas, only for that work to be destroyed in the town's raising. Thinking it lost forever, the painter added it in as a detail nearby the burnt out remains of their workshop as a meditation on the happiness thought taken from them. Like many things lost to the mortal world, an echo of the painting has come to reside in the shadowfell, and acts as the exit portal back into the land of light. Finding it though is a problem, the snatcher has removed it from it's resting place and given it over to the terrible entity lairing in the castle. Where they've put it, who can say?
Numerous townsfolk have been pulled into the shadowfell and are scattered about the echo of a place they thought they knew. Lost, affraid, and isolated, many of them have run for cover or have started to sink into the spirit siphoning torpor that afflicts all to dwell too long in shadow.
Extra special thanks to @dm-tuz , who's monsters are ALWAYS an inspiration.
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capefoxalix · 1 year
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Welcome to the Domains of Dread
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diceyclipse · 1 year
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Shadowfell - I made this set after a trip to the Shadowfell with my former dnd group; it was constant grey fog, desolate rocks and jagged terrain, with a sense of deep evil underlying everything.
Perfect for a corporate teambuilding trip.
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inq-tav · 2 months
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The same night Shadowheart Spares Aylin..
Andi runs Shadowheart a bath in a private room at the Inn. The mental hoops Shadowheart is going through makes her silent and it worries Andi
She turns to give her privacy to bathe but Shadowheart grabs her hand, eyes pleading and scared
Andi gets in, using a scroll to heat the water. She silently pulls Shadowheart close and holds her tight as Shadowheart sobs
“We need to get my memories back.. I cannot live a life I can’t remember..what if I had killed the Nightsong? Would I have been forced to have forgotten you too?”
Andi just lets her talk out her feelings as she gently washes the blood and grime from the past few days away, kissing her shoulder every so often
“Andromeda.. I’m sorry.. I was unfair and cold to you.. to everyone in Shar’s trials. You only ever support me.. even when I don’t deserve it. I am yours.. if you’ll still have me.”
Andi carries her bridal style to the bed in the room, dressing them both in comfortable sleep clothes, Shadowheart falls asleep in Andi’s arms.
Andromeda stays awake, making sure her rest is peaceful (And because she is so beautiful when she sleeps)
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