Well that's awkward >.>

3 more rose dice sets are available! Dm me to buy or commission. Unclaimed sets will go in my shop soon. Etsy.com/shop/lessaselig

Pricing/description:

White rose with pink center iridescent dice: a tiny white and pink rose embedded in clear resin with sparkly iridescent flakes throughout. Gold lettering. $40

Dark pink iridescent rose dice: same as above but with a dark pink rose instead $40

What is a familiar? A familiar is an animal whom you have a spiritual connection with. A witches companion. You call upon them to help you with your practices. They can be physical or spiritual beings. They are healers and guardians but above all, a loyal companion. Provides the witch with psychic protection as well as negative energy. They do not have to be your ‘pet,’ any animal that you use symbols of can also be your familiar but on a more spiritual level. Animals are chosen as a familiar because of their connection with nature and innocence. They protect on many spiritual levels as well as the home and property of the witch. They become able to communicate together in dreams and during meditation.     

History of Familiars In Europe during the witch hunts familiars were thought of at demon like entities sent to do a witches bidding. It was believed that they were cats, dogs, and toads possessed by demons. Thus, during the witch hunt era many animals were hunted and slaughtered because of their connection with witches. Familiars were supposedly given to the Witches from by the Devil. It was believed that they were fed from the witches blood.

In some Scandinavian countries familiars were thought of as fearies, elves, pixies, dwarves, sprites, and elements of nature.

In shamanistic practices the familiar is in fact not a physical being rather it is a spiritual entity. It protects in the astral plane and from any psychic attacks.

In England and Scotland familiars took form of toads.

Familiar Misconceptions:

Not every witch has a familiar. In fact some are quite happy working alone. Some witches may even be allergic.

Cats are not the only animal used as a familiar.

No familiars are not possessed by demons or the devil.

Not all pets are familiars!

Types of animals to used as familiars: 

Any animal can be used as a familiar! The most common are cats (especially black) and dogs.

How you know it is your familiar and not just a pet:

It chose you.

You have a bond on a spiritual level.

You put more trust in it then anyone/anything else.

Takes an active role in your rituals.

Sits politely while you are casting being sure not to be a bother.

Loves to lounge in your magick work space.

You feel a boost of energy whenever they are near you.

Watches the window constantly watching for any unwelcome beings. 

Trails you like a shadow.

Hates to be separated from you

How to find your Familiar:

Cast a spell to bring clarity on your familiar.

Meditate on it.

Ask a form of divination about finding you familiar.

Ways to bond with your Familiar:

Provide it with a collar, halter, leash, etc that has protective crystals and herb sachets sewn into it. 

Carry a piece of a NATURALLY shed item from your familiar in a sachet or tied together with ribbon.

Provide them with the best food and housing you can afford.

Always place them before yourself.

Spend lots of time together.

Provide them with their own protection.

Speak to it.

Brush or stoke it. 

Treat them and reward them for their help.

Treat them with the kindness they deserve.

Honor them.

Provide them with an altar.

Give them offerings.

Familiar uses: 

Provide you with physical and spiritual protection.

Provide you the uttermost loyalty and respect

Benefits your emotional well being.

 Helps you connect with nature.

Enhances are physical and psychic abilities.

Protects home and property.

When to work with a Familiar:

When you want to attune with nature

Meditation

Healing magick

Dreamwork

Astral travelling 

Divination

Scrying

Spirit communication

Welcome them to join you when power is being raised and spells are cast. 

Respect a Familiar deserves:

Let it accompany you on its own accord and make sure it is willing to participate, NEVER force them to join in on a ritual. They are very sensitive to psychic power and vibrations. Treat them with kindness and the same respect you would give to a human being. Be sure to treat them as an equal and not something you own. This is very important if you want to create and maintain a connection with your familiar. Familiars are living beings and should never be treated like an athame, candle or an object for spell casting. Make sure to be cautious with the type of tools you are using during your casting with a familiar. Be cautious of candles or any toxic herbs!   

Names for familiars:

Instead of you choosing a name for them, ask them what their true name is.

References: Paganwiccan.about.com, pagancentric.org

What type of Familiar do you have?

I have a horse and a cat as my familiar! 

May the moon light your path!

☾ Moonlight Academy☽  

At Long Last! I Present the Mutophage!

Ever wanted to play a horrible eldritch monstrosity? To Slowly watch as your character is corrupted into a terrible beast? Or Maybe you are looking to play the mad scientist who mutilated his own body to gain resident-evil style powers? The Mutophage is my take on a Mutagenist class. Mixing both permanent and temporary mutations to become a terrifying and unnatural force. Mutophages are beings cursed with the power to warp and mutate their bodies in violent and dangerous ways. Sacrificing their own life force to become something truly monstrous!

The Previews here low resolution and incomplete. In total there are upwards of 40 mutations, which can be found in the full PDF using this handy dropbox link.

The Chained Ancient, remastered with Artwork!

Arkbow Magic Weapon (Longbow) - Legendary (Requires attunement by a Ranger) The Arkbow is a longbow that grants its wielder the power to carry the souls of beasts within the bow, and summon their spectral forms when loosing an arrow. You gain a +2 bonus to attack and damage rolls made with this magic longbow.      When you are within 10 feet of the dead body of a small, medium or large beast that has a CR equal to or lower than half your ranger level, you can spend one minute attempting to communicate with the beast’s spirit, achieved through a DC 15 Wisdom (Animal Handling) check. On a success, the creature’s spirit is persuaded to inhabit the Arkbow. The Arkbow can contain the spirits of any number of beasts, which leave the Arkbow if it becomes attuned to by another creature, and return if it is reattuned by a previously-attuned creature.      Up to three times per day, you can summon the spirit of one beast inhabiting the Arkbow. You may summon a beast to an empty space within 10 feet of you, or summon it by attacking an enemy. To do so, make a ranged attack with the Arkbow. If you hit the target of the attack, the summoned creature appears in an empty space within 5 feet of the attack’s target, and may immediately make an attack against the target. On a miss, the summoned creature appears in an empty space of your choice which is both within the weapon’s range, and between 10 and 15 feet away from the attack’s target.      Beast spirits summoned this way act immediately after you in initiative. They can be commanded as a bonus action. The beast spirits inhabiting the Arkbow count as both beasts and undead, and have resistance to bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage from nonmagical attacks. Beast spirits remain for one minute after being summoned, after which they return to the Arkbow. You can have up to three beast spirits active at one time, but you cannot summon the same beast twice. You can however, summon more than one beast of the same type, if each of those beasts of the same type inhabit the Arkbow, such as the spirits of two different wolves.

Designing this item, I focused on making it work as effectively an “ark” for the spirits of beasts that the user befriends, it allows you to form a large library of different beasts you can summon with the bow, which balances with the player as the CR of beast spirits you’re able to befriend raises with the user’s level. 

You can find more of my magic items here!

ALRIGHT. I DID IT, IT’S DONE.

I’ve been ill for about a week (again) and I’ve been trying to work on this during that time. I’ve been wanting to do a class not solely focused on combat for quite some time, and this was supposed to my first go at it. I wanted to make something that was more of a support player in the group, kinda enabling the rest of the party instead of they themselves being a direct contributor. Since there isn’t a lot out there that isn’t supposed to focus on combat efficacy, I wasn’t really sure how I should go about trying to achieve my goal with the content. In the end this is what I came up with, but I’ll admit I phoned it in a bit since I’ve been feeling so crummy. I need to sit down and really crunch the numbers on what the gold requirements and percentages of various abilities should be, but until then feel free to alter them if the need arises and something proves too broken/not broken enough.

It’s here! A semi-villainous class, just in time for Halloween. ;)

Phone Charger Magic Circle

PART 2 of The Abandoned Dwarven Outpost – or Dwarven Ruins – a massive battlemap I drew, consisting out of six smaller, interconnected, battlemaps one can either use as separate maps or as one massive map. The basic idea is that one could either use the separate maps as gateways to a dungeon beyond, the beginning point of an underground adventure, or as a single map for an adventure into the ruins of this Dwarven Outpost.

The story behind the Dwarven Outpost was that it was built on top of a mine filled with precious metals, located near an active volcanic source. Hence the lava in some parts of the map. Making sure they would be able to protect the mining operation of this precious metal, the Dwarven built a fortress inside the mountain.

Starting in the bottom left corner of the map, you can see the entrance of the complex, a massive stone gateway carved in the shape of a Dwarven head. Once guarded from an overlook they build on top of the gateway. There is also an alternative rout around the mountain, they had closed off with a stone wall. In case of an attack, Dwarven infantry would man the walls and gateway while the cavalry mounted up in the stables build at the end of the hallway leading into the complex (top left corner), ready to ride out and meet their attackers head on. (Alternatively I had also designed an opening in the ceiling of the central courtyard of the stables, where flying mounts could make their exit).

The dwarves had also built a tomb near the first part of the complex, where fallen soldiers could be buried with honor.

All the way in the far right is both the mine itself and a fortress where the Dwarves had made their last stand. Only the first level of the fortress itself is accessible, the stairwell leading to the living quarters below has collapsed. (I might get to making a second level at one point, for all the areas that are missing, but for now I just use it as is).

Now in the lower center of the map is also a system of caves one could access. It was here that the Dwarves had discovered a mysterious portal stone, while working on expanding their complex. The exact spot where they eventually found their doom.

In my adventure the ruins are currently held by a pack of marauding orcs, who have taken control over the outpost long after it was found abandoned. They have no clue of what actually happened here, and the dangers hiding inside the mountain, as they were simply happy to find such a prized encampment.

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.