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mieczyhale · 7 months

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this was so fun!! much thanks to @its-tortle for the tag (as i get to this ages late lmao)

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RULES: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!)

1. First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

I love everything, fire's spreading all around my room, my world's so bright, it's hard to breathe but that's alright "cradles" - sub urban

2. What kind of [insert my super secret zodiac sign] are you?

You've got to make a choice if the music drowns you out, and raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth "sing" - my chemical romance

3. You’re visiting your favorite spot, what are you thinking about?

Can you feel it? I gotta live with it everyday, I can't take the pressure, I'm going insane "bad religion" - godsmack

4. If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

They say"freak" when you're singled out, the red, well it filters through "red" - chevelle

5. Say you get a book deal, what are you titling your memoir?

Take or leave who I am 'cause this is me, like a fish out of water, do I belong here? "pride" - american authors

6. What would you say about your best friends?

Speak to me when all you got to keep is strong, move along, move along like I know you do "move along" - the all-american rejects

7. Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school, what was your life motto as a teenager?

I just wanted you to tell me the truth, you know I'd do that for you "running away" - hoobastank

8. Describe your aesthetic now:

I won't give up so don't give in, you've fallen down but you will rise again "a reason to fight" - disturbed

9. What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy?

I bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold, but that cycle ends right now, 'cause you can't lead me down that road "mean" - taylor swift

10. And for our final question, say we believe in soulmates, what do you think their first impression of meeting you will be?

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am stuck in the middle with you "stuck in the middle" - stealers wheel

tagging:: @deanspillowprincess @penguinsandpanthers @ketterdam-snack-bar @octoberconstellation @starkund-schon and whoever else wants to do it :3

#maison speaks #i did skip all the glee covers #and the comedy specials #and if an artist came up more than once #i though variety would be more fun~

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lostlimerence · 2 years

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The Periphery

He starts on the periphery of their world.

Blonde, beautiful and brutal. That’s how Eddie described him one night, joint in hand, heady smoke thickening the air. Steve had snorted, choking a little on an inhale, “ever the poet eh?” Eddie’s gaze had slid from the hazy night sky and locked onto Steve “always darling,” he’d said with a quirk of his lip, a look that had dropped straight to Steve’s gut, coiling and warming in a way that made him squirm, made the back of his neck heat, made his toes curl a little. It was a feeling he was getting used to desperately trying to dissipate as of late, that night he’d done it by asking why the fuck they were talking about Billy Hargrove, though of course it was a question he’d known the answer to.

Ever since Max’s hospitalisation, everyone, family and friends, had become hyper-vigilant. She was never alone, Steve felt for the girl, she must’ve been feeling completely smothered. Said smothering meant that whenever she came over to Steve’s with the others (which was a lot) a begrudging Billy Hargrove would appear in tow now too.

The first time he’d turned up the tension that’d shot through the room had been stifling, Steve had clenched his teeth on a grin, unsure of his next move, complicated feelings had churned in his stomach as his fingers dug hard into the doorframe. The room was a grenade, and he’d seen Dustin gearing up to pull the pin, luckily Max had gotten there first. With the authority of an army general the girl had scanned the room with unseeing eyes, opened her mouth and barked “you want me here, he has to be here too you fucktards, no complaints. Ok?” she’d raised a brow as mumbles of affirmation had echoed around the room.

Then she’d shoved further into the room asking what takeout they were getting that night, seemingly satisfied that everyone would be tolerating her step-brothers presence. Billy had remained in the doorway until Steve had realised he needed to move to let him in, which he had, Billy had mumbled an awkward thanks placed himself in a seat at the edge of the room and then promptly ignored all of them.

So that was that. Suddenly there he was on the periphery, the boundary of their world, of everything they’d been doing for the past few weeks.

Tonight, he stands in the threshold between the lounge and the kitchen, silently watching Eddie’s Dungeon Master performance. His lip is split and his jaw is purpling, perfectly highlighting the ‘brutal’ part of Eddie’s epithet. Steve’s kind of joined him tonight on the periphery, because when Eddie commands a room he does it completely, this is his stage, he’s captivating, enthralling and Steve can see even Billy can’t help being pulled in a bit.

Steve has never understood the game, doesn’t pretend to, so he doesn’t notice the mistake when El enters the room to announce “next time I would like to play and I would like to be a turtle.” eyes wide and hopeful, hesitant smile aimed at Eddie, who is so soft for all the children, and looks ready to burst with joy at the idea of a new player. He’s about to answer when an unexpected voice enters the ring, “you mean Tortle,” it comes out in a low rumble but it permeates the room, Billy looks shocked he’s said it, Eddie spins towards him with an “Oh,” and Steve swears to god he can see his pupils dilate a little when his eyes land on the blonde, a smirk stretching over his face as he says “after weeks the brooding barbarian speaks!” and Billy isn’t immune to the intensity of that gaze because where Steve expected a rage filled ‘shut the fuck up Munson’ instead they get a mumbled, almost embarrassed “just play your fucking game Munson.” The tips of his ears are a little pink, which Steve thinks is actually a bit cute. To his credit Eddie doesn’t keep him in the spotlight, he lets his gaze linger a little longer before telling El that of course she can be a Tortle next time, then promptly jumping back into his manic tirade.

Steve doesn’t know exactly what compels him, maybe it’s the slight show of embarrassment, the crazy revelation that bad boy Billy Hargrove might know much more than he’s let on about the nerdiest game Steve has ever seen, but he takes a step over and simply says “beer?” eyebrow raised in question, and Billy looks a little shocked at this too but he nods, grumbles a “yes,” and before he knows it Steve is leaning against the living room wall with the ‘brutal barbarian,’ sharing a beer watching the manic Dungeon Master attempt to end the game for the night.

Once he’s managed, Billy immediately calls out for Max who groans loudly ready to start her, usually futile, begging to stay longer. Billy looks ready to say his usual piece too, they need to be back in time for dinner, in time for curfew, because apparently their parents are really strict, something Steve sometimes wishes he had from his own parents, because then at least he would know they cared.

This time though the usual flow of the play is interrupted “woah hold on there, you should stay, have another beer, let the kid eat some more pizza, hmm?” Eddie has a way of saying things so convincingly, that Steve is nodding along though he’s not even sure that this is the best idea. Billy looks torn, has a little conflicted frown on his face as he deliberates, and Steve for some reason is overcome with the need, the want for the blonde to stay with them a little longer too. So he pipes up “yeah why not stay? One for the road?,” and the combined weight of their expectant looks seems to convince Billy because he sighs and says, “One hour shitbird, and you fucking explain to Neil when we get back,” absently thumbing the bruise on his jaw. Steve’s not one hundred percent sure who Neil is, he’d thought Billy’s biological link in their family was the dad and Max’s the mum but maybe he’d mixed that up, he doesn’t let himself dwell on it.

The next hour passes quickly, they learn that some of Billy’s friends back in California played dnd, though he’d insisted he’d never played himself, something Eddie refused to believe. They talk and talk and fall into such an easy rhythm that the trio don’t notice that the hour is up until Max clears her throat “Billy it’s been an hour,” and she looks a little nervous, suddenly she’s not a kid desperate to stay for pizza she’s one anxious to get home. The flip is perplexing, maybe her anxiety has increased since the hospitalisation, it would make sense, whatever it is Billy seems to get it, he gets up from the kitchen island grabs his leather jacket and they both head to the door with haste. Eddie and Steve stumble after them ready to wave them off. The tips of Billy’s ears are a little red again as he gives a hasty goodbye, shoving Max out the door and towards the Camero.

“Hmm blonde obviously, beautiful absolutely, but maybe not quite as brutal as we think ey Stevie?” Eddie mumbles eyes locked on the retreating form. Steve has experienced first hand the brutal side of Billy Hargrove, he knows it’s there bubbling under the surface, but he can’t help but be intrigued by their experience with the guy tonight. His easy laugh, his gentle charm, maybe there’s something more to him, he turns to Eddie with a little grin, “hmm I still think barbarian fits him, a beautiful barbarian maybe?” he jokes, Eddie smiles back “we’ll make a poet of you yet, darling,” he chuckles low as they turn to watch the Camero speed off into the night.

#harringroveson #mungrove #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #strangerthings #stranger things #fic #writing #pre relationship #max mayfield

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musette22 · 1 year

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Thank you so much for the tag, lovely @voylitscope & @padfoot-and-the-marauders 💗 I loved reading yours, this is so interesting!

Rules: Post the (first and) final line of your 10 most recently published fics. (Or as many as you have published.) You can either omit multi-chapter WIPs or include the last line of the most recent chapter (or several chapters). Up to you!

The Element of Surprise

First: 'C: be there in 30' Last: “I’m not forgetting that any time soon.”

2. What are friends for?

First: If there’s one thing that Steve has always prided himself on, it’s having a strong moral compass. Last: But even as he’s headed for the kitchen to pre-emptively grab some ice packs from the freezer, he knows he wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.

3. To Me, You Are Purrfect

First: Steve Rogers is many things. Last: “Ready to open our present, birthday girl?”

4. Calico Skies

First: The first time he sees him, Bucky is haggling with the farmer from Crows Beak Farm about ten miles upstream. Last: “I think I’ll take my chances.”

5. Moment's Silence

First: It’s crazy, Sebastian thinks, watching the sleeping form in bed next to him. Last: There’s only so much having a great ass can let you get away with.

6. Heat Wave

First: “Oh, shut up.” Last: "Good," Chris nods, and kisses him.

7. Rockin' and Rollin'

First: Another day, another successful mission. Last: “Language,” Steve tuts, and just for that, Bucky has to kiss him again.

8. birds all sing as if they knew

First: Steve suppresses a yawn as he trudges up the six flights of stairs to the top floor of the apartment block in Crown Heights that he and Bucky moved into last year. Last: So far.

9. At Your Service

First: Steve is on his way back from the Avengers tower to his Brooklyn apartment when he hears it. Last: “I do,” Bucky sighs, and graciously lets Steve kiss him some more.

10. In Vino Veritas

First: “Seriously, you’re fantastic,” Chris shouts enthusiastically, a little louder than the music warrants. Last: “I need a drink.”

I think a lot of people have already been tagged, but just in case: I'm tagging @sparkagrace @cable-knit-sweater @burnin-brighter @abovethesmokestacks @its-tortle @dharmasharks @andrea1717 @raven-writes-fanfic @mind-empty-heart-full @gunshou @luna-rainbow @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes @fandomfluffandfuck @zenaidamacrouras1 & @rillils and I'm definitely accidentally forgetting some writers friends, so everyone else who'd like to do this please also consider this your tag <333

#I'm definitely seeing some patterns here #so interesting #I love thinking of first lines #I hate coming up with last lines #lol #stucky #evanstan #rpf #my writing #my fics #tag games

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weirdlet · 9 months

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On the one hand, kind of a ‘normal’ session, in that we just went into a dungeon, did our thing, and got through it. On the other hand- by golly, we got through a THING.

Scrabbled our way out of the blue dragon’s lair and hightailed it for the woods outside town- we needed to breathe and recuperate and just not have anything chewing on us for a day or so. We set up camp and traded round-robin puns for inspiration and to come down from the heights of adrenaline, healed up and took watches.

Our newest member, Maeve the paladin, took first watch- she doesn’t quite trust us yet, which, ya know, fair. On her turn, she found that very nearby, there was a pond with several elk sleeping peacefully alongside it- a beautiful sight, but a little nervewracking because it meant we hadn’t cleared the perimeter properly. Those elk could have been anything. But nothing else happens. We sleep the night, start in the morning fresh and full of hitpoints. Maeve knows where the other dragon’s lair is, and we skirt through the town just enough to see that all the blue kobolds have dropped dead through the night. The red kobolds are still running rampant, and do not seem discomfited by the deaths of the blues. So we get to the lair- and Phillip. Dear, darling Phillip... holds aloft the eyes we took from the blue dragon and proclaims in draconic that we’ve come to give tribute and pledge ourselves to the mighty dragon Redbrand. This gets the gathering crowd of kobold archers to hold off until the big resonant voice says ‘let the Glass-Staff greet them’. We are in.

We get into the initial tunnel, which is- somehow leading us down into the depths of a volcanic lava tube. The Glass-Staff greets us- a half-elven mage holding the titular glass staff. Glory rolls insight to see what we can tell about this guy.

Natural 20.

DM’s Note: You personally know this guy. Eighth level wizard, half-elf, you’ve met.

“Hey, Jimmy!”

He looks offended. “Don’t call me that- we did one White Sails mission together, and that was years ago. Why are you here?” “Oh don’t be like that- we were in the neighborhood, thought we’d pledge our allegiance to the biggest baddest dragon around. How’ve you been?” “Oh yes, you’ve been in the neighborhood- I’ve heard stories about the winged tiefling, the mighty tortle, the dragonborn, and the rest... going around killing dragons. One might- *question* the likelihood of this being a friendly visit-” “Nonsense! We were proving ourselves worthy and cleaning up as ordered and the one was actually a hit job ordered by a much larger green dragon-” and Glory keeps running off at the mouth until we’re over a bridge and Phillip says “Oh no! Hold on, I’ll save you!” and shoves Jimmy over into the lava while Lady Ravenleaf stone-shapes the tunnel shut behind us, sealing out the backup kobolds.

Splash, sizzle, mage-hand the shiny new staff. “Alas, poor Jimmy, your dick was not nearly as big as you liked to think it was,” is Glory’s final lament for him, and then we set to fighting brigands and kobolds and a dragon’s-blood ooze. That last one sprayed plasma all over the place that not only burned like awful but weakened the stonework, and so we had to be really careful. But we managed to mop them all up, clear through the barracks that had an alchemy lab with bubbling potions and the winnings of an actually nice-stakes cardgame on the table.

If we’d managed to roll better we might have gotten more than one healing potion out of that bubbling still, but the heads and tails were just too unpredictable. Still, never hurts to have one more.

The Wand of the Hidden reveals secret doors, two of them, and we go for the one and never bother with the other despite the GM silently screaming- feeling intense heat behind the one, we figure it *might* be lava- but we hear voices behind it, speaking in dwarvish. My guess, Azer- but because there’s people speaking behind it, we kind of assume that there won’t be a sudden rush of lava if we open the door. Glory undoes the traps, and we’re right, it’s not a rush, more of a slow creep of lava inching at our toes- but there’s the azer, and then there’s the DRAGON.

A cone of rime frost gets us a pathway across the lava field. Our various resistences and a couple of potions keep us from all dying of heat immediately. And some of us being bold and stupid to the point of suicidal, we just divebomb this fucking dragon that’s howling in fury and calling for its kobolds to aid him.

Our mages had literally just gotten Frost Rime and Hold Monster. We get four rounds of paralyzed dragon, punching attack after attack into him- only for him to completely fail to bleed, while all around us kobolds are popping like gadflies. This adds into another thing that’s been creeping up into our notice- all these dragons we’ve fought have been young dragons. Normally not of a size to be worthy of worship by kobolds or others- something else is going on that’s giving them power and prestige. This is some separate magic hitching the dragon’s lifeforce to his kobolds, and vice-versa- but we’ll have to investigate that further later, right now there’s a whole lot of angry personified teenaged VOLCANO trying to bite our faces off.

Glory drops a bag of ballbearings, Ravenleaf stoneshapes the reserve tunnel shut- Maeve the paladin gets burnt near to cinders, then manifests some stigmata of the Broken God and heals herself, and Glory is definitely going to talk with her later. But she as a new player is learning the great fun that is Paladin Going Nova For Fun And Profit, and she chews a huge chunk of hitpoints out of this dragon just as he’s getting his legs back under him.

The dragon rears back. Glory pushes off the wall, augers up under the ribs with his sword aforethought, and punctures something important as Redbrand collapses wheezing and dying into the six inches of lava below.

At this point the session has gone a half-hour over, so we are left with the knowledge that all the other kobolds are in the process of dropping dead, there is a proper hoard to dig into, and that next week we are leveling to eighth, baby.

Apparently we were supposed to give up on the hot door, go around the other way, clear a lot of hitpoint-reserve kobolds and not do the entire fight ass-backwards. Still, we survived!

Gotta remember to ask Ravenleaf in character if she actually wants to marry Neverember’s wastrel son, and figure out how to stop the wedding once we rescue him.

#Glory's Travails

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mushroomstripes · 1 year

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I dunno bout y'all, but I shape my day-to-day schedules around which gender tortle I wanna be the most that morning.

Super Gay Lord (Derogatory)

Super GayLord Senior Citizen Addition (Affectionate)

Porpol Genius

Buff Red

Or Little Big Man

Yes, this has drastic effects on my attitude and overall demeanor all day.

No, it's probably not the healthiest thing.

Yes, I'm going to keep doing it... shut up.

Casey was gonna be on here too but he's not a turtle, and I can't put any more pictures on this thing.

(I barely do anything on Tumblr guys, I don't know what I'm doing. What are the unspoken rules? Am I supposed to do something specific? Help me-)

#rottmnt #tmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #future leo #leonardo #donatello #raphael #michelangelo #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #the turtles are so gender #I'm feeling pretty Buff Red rn ngl #I'm literally never on here #how does tumblr work #help me

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mediocremisterm · 9 months

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The Party Arrives in King’s Run

Picking up in the clearing, the party stands before the a robed wizard that had just blasted Aakran, a group of four undead wolves, and a strange ritualistic spell circle being cast at the top of a hill. And then, the fight begins.

A combat against a series of zombified canines isn’t exactly the hardest of fights to win, especially when the first act is our friendly neighborhood Tortle Otto summoning a Bear Totem in the middle of the field to powerup the party. With this, there was a series of hit and run tactics from the local rogue’s, large arcane blasts from Emre, and even more boons in the form of Bless from Josiah. In all honesty, this fight was rather lackluster for the first half, even the robed wizard didn’t act in any meaningful way aside turning back to the ritual circle and continuing the spell.

That was until Emre decided to attack the wizard themself, which caused things to take a strange turn. The wizard suddenly stumbled on his point at the top of the hill, falling back into the ritual circle and undergoing a powerful transformation matching the now properly destroyed zombie wolves, now in the form of a large, spectral wolf nearly double the size of anyone in the party that immediately blasted a breath of ice at Emre and Oliver. It charged towards the edge of the cliff and attempted another freezing breath towards Aakran and Hawk, but thankfully missing by just enough.

Coming around the bend of the hill and up towards the spectral wolf, Hawk drove his sword into the side of the beast all the way through until he pierced something solid. When it started to fall a sudden chill moved up Hawk’s sword and to his arm, soon letting a stabbing pain into his shoulder as the beast finally collapsed with one last howl.

The immediate aftermath was a bit underwhelming as everyone went on to patching themself up - which actually wasn’t that much at all, the wolves were very easy in a 7v4 situation - and examine the area. The spell circle was still active at the base of the hill although did not seem to be summoning anymore strange creatures. The magically inclined members made their way to the circle to examine it while the more mundane turned to the statue to do much of the same. Things got a little interesting with this bit going forward.

From the circle were a number of runes around the outer perimeter that were only barely legible and only partially understood as it was written in multiple languages, one a small few the party member actually understood. What they gathered was a number of references to Martuke, a God of Creation and Balance, and the being who the statue was built in a canine-like homage to. Speaking of the statue, Aakran decided to attempt and break it down, bashing it several times with a greatsword and causing a series of blue flames to flicker out before the statue came crumbling, the eyes flashing a bright blue and almost fixating on Hawk as it fell. As it collapsed and fell off the hill, Aakran suddenly collapsed passed out as well. Taking care of the fallen party member, a strange alteration to his body was found in the form of a seemingly brand new tattoo that, in a strange language yet still understandable, read: ‘Marked For Death’.

With Aakran woken and patched up, the party begins to leave and, in the process, decide to remove the heads of the dead wolves as a sort of proof of our killing our targets. Although... it hits us that this is not our targets, nor is this King’s Run. Literally this strange hill with the statue to Martuke in which a robed individual was casting a spell circle was entirely separate to where we were going, and the information about strange wolf creatures continue on even further into this dead land. We still took the heads, because of course we did, it’s important. Why is it important? Shut up, that’s why.

On the road again thanks to Derrick the mule, the party makes it’s way further west to the actual city of King’s Run and making it to the outskirts just before nightfall. Deciding it would be best to wait until morning, the party sets up camp for the evening and waits out the night, some in tents, some sleeping in the wagon with the wolf heads, and even a certain cat staying in a tree for the whole night and offering his place for the first watch.

The night was very quiet, nothing occurring beyond a few disturbing sounds coming from the town that waits before them. And then it was morning. A morning that was very loud, with nearly everyone in the party either screaming at something or being woken up someone screaming and screaming back at them. A morning of chaos it was, and damn did everyone have a good laugh with it.

Jokes and screaming having passed and not even planning anything, because who needs plans, the group makes their way into the proper city of King’s Run, passing through a gate into a rather unnerving scene. To use a word, ‘dead’ was the most accurate to the state of the city. Buildings falling in on themselves and boarded up, any form of roads being reduced to overgrown cobblestones and rubble, not a single living plant, and the only signs of life being a small swarm of ravens and the occasional rat found in the many alleyways of the town. There was eventually one outlier in this lack of life: Another robed, shadowy figure, one that started to run away as it saw our group appear in the town.

With Otto getting the assistance of one of the ravens, following the new robed stranger was surprisingly easy, the party being led towards a double story building with the windows boarded and front door entirely barricaded from the inside. Thankfully one of the windows had a hole in it, just small enough for either a small sized person like Josiah or Otto to squeeze through, or for an extremely dexterous feline to sneak in more stealthily. Once inside, Hawk searched around and found that this place was basically a destroyed shop with a ladder heading up to a hatch in the roof.

After snagging a map, Hawk went up towards the ladder and started to hear people speaking, while on the outside of the building Oliver had made himself onto the second floor from the outside and found a window that wasn’t entirely covered, just enough to sneak in in fact. Giving a few moments to take in everything, Hawk took the first action to try and enter only to be met with a crossbow pointed directly at him and a young Half-Elf staring him down. At this point Oliver and the others made their way in through the window, all while talking the new group of survivors in the attic down on having their weapons pointed at the party, which was actually surprisingly easy.

As it turns out, we are about the least of the survivor’s worries as they are actually hiding from some strange creatures in the town, very conveniently a few walking on a road visible from the window. Outside a group of mostly humanoid individuals were shambling about very weakly, all looking almost identical to a regular Human or Elf or any other race but a bit... off. Their clothing was not exactly clothing, but rather looking more like a weird form of outer layer of skin. They only wandered about, with one even falling onto the ground, before they suddenly noticed one of the ravens from around the town before. In a swarming style the Skinwalkers, as the party starts calling them, and begins devouring the one raven that was on the ground before they stood more straight up and begin to actually split in some form, creating another set of Skinwalkers for each one that consumed the raven. As soon as it was over, the now grown group of Skinwalkers begin walking and shambling through the town again.

Now with an opening the group in the attic begins explaining themselves and what has been happening. To them, they have been in this town for two years as all of this has occurred, with the Skinwalkers appearing one day rather out of the blue and ravaging the town very quickly. Instantly several red flags were thrown up as the party catches onto the fact that the people said that they had been in the town for two years, which was rather impossible dur to the fact that there was very little food and it would not have stayed edible for that long, and things got worse when asked about the year. When asked, the survivors gave an answer that was two years earlier than what we are in currently, which they were entirely thrown off about. They knew that none of it made sense yet they never questioned it before and now that it was brought up they were instantly shaken up about the information.

Moving past this for the moment by another set of information, being how it would actually be impossible for the party to enter from the northern gate, or any gate for that matter, as they have all been locked and closed off for as long as this town has been under siege. When explained how the town has worked these past few years, now the party was a little curious and concerned about what would happen if they try to escape, and then in a potentially not smart move a large group of both party members and survivors to the northern gate once more in order to see if it was still opened or locked as the survivors had said and as the party approaches the gate that they entered, that’s when they saw it.

The northern gate out of King’s Run was completely barricaded.

The party was locked inside of King’s Run.

#Dungeons and Dragons #DnD #Roots of Treachery

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serenefig · 1 year

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🖊!

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!

Rng has decided Nythis.

She is an Undead Warlock Tortle who looks like an alligator snapping turtle (shown below) and is Bowser (from the Mario games) sized.

Nythis is a taxidermist and scavenger. Most of her wares are bones and naturally found specimens which she mounts. Occasionally a wandering party will have her mount or articulate a monster/animal they brought down.

Fast forward to her early 20's, she thought she found a new perfect scavenging spot. It was littered with bones! She took her time examining the ruins she found, not noticing the arcane energy surrounding the area. Without even realising it, she had wandered into a Lich’s lair. Like a Venus Fly-Trap, the arcane energy snapped shut, and Nythis was trapped next to the Lich.

[An approximation of the conversation]

Lich: I will release you if you collect bones and beings for me. Nythis: No Lich: So be it. You will join my collection. Nythis: So uh, what kinda bones we talkin' 'bout???

The Lich formed a pact with Nythis as her Warlock Patron, with the main goal of collecting bones for his own undead collection, though pelts are welcome for constructs.

Late 20's she eventually closed up shop to "officially" become a wandering hide and none salesman, but in reality it was so she could fulfill her end of the pact better.

And that's her backstory! She is my second favourite d&d character. I played her as a "slow descendent into darkness" trope and it was the absolute best. My favourite memory of her was in the beginning of the campaign when she fought a corrupt guard and attempted to intimidate (it failed)

Nythis (intimidation roll): You gon run?

Tob (orc guard): Turtle soup sounds good right now

Nythis: I’ll add your tusks to my collection *cast Toll of the Dead*

Thanks for the ask!

#fig speaks #ask answered #ask meme #dnd #dnd character #dnd oc #trucbiduleschouettes #oc: nythis

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