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sleepdeprivedbard · 2 months
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So uh. I'm not 100% convinced Tumblr is going to go down in flames over the CEO outing himself as a transphobic manbaby and potentially facing a discrimination lawsuit, but any mutuals looking to find me elsewhere can find me on Cohost and Mastodon
I also keep my website up to date on where peeps can find me in case things change: https://tangledfates.neocities.org/personalsite/social
I'll be sure to tack any additions onto the reblogs of this post too, and pin it.
Definitely check me out literally anywhere else if you're interested in my work because I am not posting it here, at least not until there's significant change. I do NOT want to risk gaining traction on the transphobic hellsite.
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jay-wasstuff · 1 year
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Jarnathan on why they need the brick wall in the Council room:
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spielzeugkaiser · 10 months
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What I want from part 2 of S3 is supportive bestie Geralt!! Please continue their good interactions I need themmmm
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macksartblock · 4 months
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spent most of my time off playing BG3 so-- dads in their classes starting gear
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heybiji · 9 months
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My dungeons and dragons bard's backstory involves her having had a meltdown on stage in front of an audience of aristocrats. See, she thought she heard people laughing and whispering in the crowd—turns out it was one of those ghosts she's been ignoring for years. The sheer embarrassment was enough for her to skip town for a while.
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in observance
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dlartistanon · 3 months
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I think they have Hallmark vibes...
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cambion-companion · 2 months
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He really do be flirting.
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buttsoclock · 10 months
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*slams fist on table* PUBLISH THE DISSERTATION YOU COWARDS
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dailyadventureprompts · 9 months
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Scragglmop the Destroyer
Once feared throughout the land, a great and terrible dragon grew tired of being endlessly hunted for his hoard and faked his death with the aid of a glory-hungry gnomish bard. Living on for centuries in the guise of a street cat, the dragon is now a hair's breadth from resuming his rampaging ways after the bard's descendants have lost the fortune he gave over to them for safe keeping.
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A series of unexplained fires has wracked the city in recent weeks, which has both the guard and the populace on edge. Rumours swirl blaming arsonists, saboteurs from a rival kingdom, even an illegal duelling society of mages, but none have yet put it together that all of the workshops and businesses were all patronized in one way or another by the famed Candlebright noble family.
Coincidentally, Hignatta Candlebright, young head of that same noble house has sent an invitation to the party to join her at a famed teahouse to discuss a delicate matter involving the retrieval of stolen property. Hignatta has all but taken over the teahouse and its guestrooms since her own family home burned down near the start of the panic, and the party might begin to draw a connection when half way through their meeting the teahouse begins to fill with smoke, panicking patrons, and a booming, sourceless voice that demands "WHERE IS MY GOLD, CANDLEBRIGHT?!"
If you really want to mess with the party, consider introducing them to the fluffy street cat completely independently of the arson plot, making a nuisance of himself in the market while they're trying to shop, or catching mice in their store-room should they have acquired a residence in town. Have them befriend the cat as they might any bad-tempered stray, only to realize after the adventure is half way through that the mice he catches are always somewhat charred. Also imagine the looks on their faces the moment the party's home is broken into by an enemy and their housecat incinnerates a wave of intruders for disturbing his nap.
Background: Everyone knows the story about how the legendary hero Gailen Candlebright saved the realm from the tyrannical dragon Slaggrath, a beast known to devour whole armies and raze kingdoms in search of treasure. It's the ubiquitous tale against which all adventurers are measured against, made all the more ubiquitous thanks to the fact that the deed is memorialized in drinking ballads, children rhymes, and even a few folk operas. Gailen was a troubadour of not insignificant skill before he became a legend, and he had little trouble using that skill and hardwon fame to ensure his deeds would never be forgotten.
As with many tales told by the bards, Gailen left out quite a bit of the truth when concocting his tale: It was a late night in a roadside tavern and the young Candlebright was approached by a sourfaced man with a tangled beard and clothes that might have once been quite fine. Gailen had sung for his supper and then some, his hat was overflowing with tips from a long night's work and a greatful crowd, and the old man wanted to know how it was exactly that the Gnome hadn't yet been robbed; The roads were full of all sorts of rough types who thought that their strength entitled them to others' wealth, bandits yes but worse yet kingsmen, who took what they wanted sure that that they were above any kind punishment.
Seeing that the old man had fallen on rough times, likely having been robbed himself, Gailen spoke from the heart: He'd been robbed a few times yes, but he got by looking like someone that no one would bother to steal from, dressing in his fine clothes only on days he'd perform, and keeping most of his riches in the safe keeping of others, such as the caravan masters he frequently traveled along with.
The old man considered Gailen's words and the two sat up drinking through the night debating the merits of the Troubador's duplicity. Was it not better, asked the old man, to defend what was yours with strength and reputation, That everyone might learn from the failure of those that had trifled with you before?
Gailen looked at the many scars the old man bore and countered that fools never learned their lesson, they just thought themselves better than the last fool who risked it and they'd keep risking it till luck won out or they went to join all the fools that had come before.
It was dawn when the two parted ways, Gailen tottering off to bed thinking he'd given council to a reformed bandit chief, the old man slipping out of the inn and taking to wing thinking he'd concocted a brilliant scheme with the help of his newest, and perhaps first, friend.
i was a week (and one pants-shitting revelation over the old man's true draconic nature) later that the legend of Slaggrath came to an end: Gailen walking into that very same tavern bloodied, burnt, and with the broken off horn of the great wyrm held above his head as a trophy. The news spread like wildfire, the name Candlebright ascended to the shortlist of the realm's great champions, and not a soul questioned when the newly knighted Gailen comissioned the construction of an elaborate series of vaults beneith the castle he'd just been awarded. The bard had everything he wanted, and in return he and his family would hold the dragon's horde in trust, not touching a single copper and adding a little to it each year out of respect for the wyrm's generosity.
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Even before he charmed his way into unexpected riches, Gailen was an ardent follower of Garl Glittergold, god of ambition, wit, and wariness. Genresavvy bard that he was, he understood that this fabulous windfall wasn't just some gift from his god, it was a test, and that to keep his good fortune going he'd best abide by the exact deal he'd struck in that tavern. Gailen kept Slaggrath's treasure under lock and key all his life and made sure his children did the same despite never telling them where he got it, in accordance with his pact with the dragon . Feeling that the Candlebright family has sat on its laurels for far too long (especially since practical and buisness minded Hignatta has been increasingly questioning why her late grandfather insisted on keeping a giant pile of money in their basement and never spending it), the god has seen fit to shake things up, ensuring that some long lost blueprints for the vault have fallen into the hands of a group of thieves, who broke in and cleared the vault though the very same secret passages Slaggrath used to pop in every decade or so and make sure the count was up to date. The dragon is pissed, convinced Hignatta has reneged on her family's deal.. and all the while the thieves get closer and closer to escaping.
Depending on how the party handles it this situation could break bad in any number of ways: The dragon could give up on being Scragglmop and go on a rampage forcing the party to put him down, they could intercede on Hignatta's behalf and ensure the treasure is returned possibly earning themselves a cushy position as retainers of house Candlebright, perhaps most dangerously they could earn the attention of Garl Glittergold himself and end up being singled out for their own unstable blessing.
In addition to being motivated by the prerequisite desire to get rich, the thieves were hired by an ambitious mage who has long desired to get his hands on Gailen's Horn, the draconic trophy the bard thereafter used as the sigil for his house and hollowed out into a heavy instrument through which he channelled his most showy magic. The mage has designs on the horn as the centrepiece of a ritual drawing on the object's history of power and triumph. Given that the horn is in fact the centrepiece of a giant con it's going to bring some very unaccounted for variables into the mage's ritual which is liable to set off its own chain of problems down the line.
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aotearoa20 · 21 days
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Sauron invented gunpowder as like an after thought. Put it in like a 'this could be used for nefarious purposes' box for later.
And it worked, the Numenorians got hold of it at some point and when Tar-Mairon came finally, he looked over their work with a odd sort of pride?
All this to say Olorin smuggled gunpowder back into Middle Earth and created fireworks in the name of redeeming twisted creations (and in hopes of riling up the fledgling dark lord wherever it was he was hiding)
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sleepdeprivedbard · 1 year
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pocket-dragon · 2 months
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Was thinking about how horny all the characters were on release so here’s my bards early act one experience
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mudd-art · 8 months
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Orrin got the anti-romance bug, Halsin is immune. (ref)
They went on a wildshape date to the lake.
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http-byler · 11 months
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☆ LOVER BOY ☆
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nothingwithdignity · 20 days
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For being so codependent Vex and Vax have such different ways of dealing with things. In the wake of Scanlan’s departure, Vax’s instinct is to over share because Scanlan said none of them really knew him while Vex’s response is to listen because they all talk too fucking much.
Look at their paths to get to this point in the first place. Left to his own devices Vax finds his comfort zone in the cities, surrounded by hustle and bustle and people. Vex on the other hand finds her place in the wilds. In the quiet, steady movements of a lone hunter. I always think of Vax being the kind of person who can’t stand silence because the thoughts in his head will multiply exponentially and Vex as the kind of person who can’t separate her thoughts from the ambient noise unless there’s room to breathe.
Vax’s instincts to share in the wake of Scanlan’s exit and his comfort in the city are at complete odds with Vex’s instinct to retreat and listen and yet, while there is definitely tension, they’re not exactly mad at each other.
They have such different needs in moments of stress and that has led them down very different paths in life and yet they are attached at the hip and the idea that they managed to find and continue to develop such different routes in such close proximity to each other fascinates me.
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