#ashblack

Some supplementary pictures of Ashblack and Blackbones Districts I used for my players a while back. Feel free to use for your own tables Sometimes, as a DM, I want something a bit more than just 1 battle map or a list of descriptions. Words are hard, so when I knew my party was going to enter the Cogs in Sharn, I started sketching out a crude visualization of the Blackbones and Ashblack District. This helped me get a good understanding of what was there, rather than listing out "shops, lava pool, onathar's shrine" for me to read later. I ended up coloring these and adding walls in FoundryVTT and stairs to teleport the players around. (like the lifts in the picture, and the tunnel/cave thing. I think my players liked it a lot!

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yet, i keep bending to taste the same old poison circling, circling like a vulture seeking a free lunch along empty highways unconcerned with the quality of the meal

She was replacing books on the shelves when they started falling back out. First one in the second aisle, as she was replacing a book whose author’s last name started with ‘A.’ She pushed it in between two others, and pushed the cart along, as just as she was about to turn the corner, two minutes later, the book fell out and onto the ground with a dull plop. Isabelle frowned and walked back over and replaced it for a second time. This time, it didn’t fall out. It happened again three aisles over, directly between ‘S’ and ‘T,’ where, as soon as Isabelle had turned her back, the book fell back off of the shelf. This time, she peered into the crack, just before she pushed the book back in. There was nothing there. ‘Hello?’ she called. ‘Is someone here?’ There was no response, and it was just as well, since the library was closed for the day. Isabella was less than an hour away from the short drive home, and a good book, and a cup of strong coffee. She shivered involuntarily, and another book fell the ground behind her. She stuffed it angrily back into place. The spooky books followed her for fifteen minutes, before she pressed the last book into place, and wheeled the cart back over to the front desk. She passed along the first aisle, and when she glanced down, the first book, with the author whose last name ended in ‘A,’ was no longer there. It hadn’t fallen out on either side. It was simply gone. Isabelle frowned and made a mental note to look into it, but turned around to the other side of the desk anyway and bent to gather her things. There, on the ground, someone had arranged a large number of books, three books high all the way around, in the shape of a coffin. Several of the books were ones that had just fallen to the floor. Isabella took a step back, startled, and collided into something hard. ‘Beastly, isn’t it?’ a man said quietly. She felt the pain, and heard herself cry out, and then the rough carpet was beneath her knees. Nothing, after that.

what's wrong, cried wolf, have you forgot to tell me what big teeth i've got? ah well no matter what you say i'm going to eat you anyway 

She woke up because of the barking. In the early morning hours, her alarm had yet to go off, and the cold New York winter had frosted over her windows so that everything outside of them appeared a dreary, foggy grey. The loft was freezing cold. Harriet sat up in bed, warm sheets falling forward and goose bumps rising up along her arms and shoulders. She shivered, certain that only moments ago a dog had been barking, somewhere close. Now, the house was silent. She flinched when her bare feet hit the floor, but padded out of the bedroom anyway, through the small living room, where a bolt of red fabric was unrolled and spread across the carpeted floor. In the bathroom, she stared into the mirror. There were dark bags beneath her eyes, and a pounding headache was just starting to throb between them. She didn’t even bother looking behind the mirror. She had been out of Advil for weeks. The problem was mostly that her job barely paid. She was like one of those mothers, volunteering to make costumes for school plays. Except she was only twenty-six, and she didn’t have a kid, and she had practically gone in there and begged them to hire her. Which they had, just not for very much. Harriet padded into the kitchen, reading for a glass in the cabinet above the sink. It was colder in here. She yawned, frowning, as her alarm finally went off in the other room. She was about to turn back into the other room to silence it when something caught her eye. There was a dark pool of blood seeping out from the other side of the island. Harriet peered around it, holding her breath. There was a dog there, dead, bloody, not hers, but the stray that she fed some days when he whined at the back door for long enough. Her stomach churned, and she almost vomited, but when she turned toward the sink she caught sight of the door, which was ajar, and accounted for the unpleasant change in temperature. A hand caught her by the back of the neck. ‘My my, what smooth skin you have,’ said an unfamiliar voice. Harriet screamed. And then she saw the knife.

i must not sleep for while i'm asleep i'm ninety and think I'm dying death rattles in my throat like a marble

The morning that it happened, she was down in Boot Canyon looking for a little girl. It was a rocky mess down there, and she and three other rangers were tackling the terrain, screaming frantically for a little girl who had wandered away from her school group that morning and ended up gone, just like that. They’d called county police, but the rangers were more qualified, and already on hand. The sky was bright and blue, and beneath the shadows of the far off, high up trees, they combed miles of land in just a few hours. There was no sign that the girl had gotten down this far. It was for the best, because if she had, it wouldn’t have been good. Rose was standing at the base of a pine when she heard the sound of the single bird singing, and she looked up and saw a Slate-Throated Redstart in one of the branches up above. The wind howled. It was winter, and up there the bird was singing. They found the girl half an hour later, not in the park at all but eating ice cream in the cafeteria where the rangers usually ate lunch. She was fine, if not harshly chastised for having wandered off at all. The rest of the day, short though it was, was entirely uneventful, and Rose went home to an empty apartment. She ate dinner: a small salad and a can of chicken noodle soup that she heated up on the same hotplate she had been using for the past five years. She watched three episodes of The Big Bang Theory, which happened to be on when she turned on the TV, and didn’t require that much though, and made her laugh even though she was exhausted. When she lay down to sleep, however, she couldn’t nod off, and after an hour she stumbled to the bathroom and dug out a bottle of sleeping pills. And, somehow, the next thing she knew, someone was behind her, shoving the bottle into her mouth, and she was choking on pills, and a hand was choking the life out of her at the same time. The ceiling was spinning, and the tile suddenly felt warm beneath her feet, and the last thing Rose heard was whistling that sounded like a Slate-Throated Redstart singing.

i'm late i'm late for a very important date no time to say 'hello goodbye' i'm late i'm late i'm late.

She was already twenty minutes late for basketball practice by the time she woke up, bleary-eyed, to the sound of the door opening and closing. Alice slammed her hand down on the snooze button, groaning. It was Sunday morning. Sunday morning practice was the worst. Her mother shouldn’t be home, and when she glanced out the window, she could see that her car wasn’t there. If she wanted to make it to practice now, she would have to bike, and show up late, and explain that she overslept. If she just went back to bed, she could pretend that she had been sick and end it there. She almost did. With one finger, she reached into her rabbit’s cage and wiggled it around. Fitzy blinked up at her with two red eyes. ‘I ought to go,’ she said. Fitzy blinked. She trampled down the stairs, anyway, into the kitchen, where she grabbed one of her mother’s protein bars by way of breakfast, and pulled her running shoes out of the closet by the door. She tied her laces, and glanced back at the clock above the stove. The glass was shattered. Her mother collected clocks, for some odd reason that had never made much sense to Alice. She wondered, vaguely, if her mother was so obsessed with time, why she hadn’t woken her this morning before she left. Alice could have used the ride. She ducked into the bathroom in the hall, looking for the clock there. It, too, was broken, glass strewn everywhere across the small floor in the dark. Now, she walked into the living room, looking for the clock above the mantel. It was broken, too. She turned, heart racing, abruptly aware of what had woken her, the sound of the door, and her absent mother, and the fact that she wasn’t alone. ‘Wait,’ she said, weakly, and a voice she didn’t know laughed back. ‘Can’t,’ it said, cheekily. ‘I’m late.’ Alice didn’t see anything. The wind was unexpectedly knocked out of her, and then she was dead.

cinderella dressed in yellow went upstairs to kiss her fellow by mistake she kissed a snake how many doctors will it take?

‘Mom. Hey.’ Eleanor held the phone against her ear with one shoulder, and pinched a pair of shorts between her fingers and her thumb before throwing them into the laundry basket. She reached back into the dryer. ‘When you get this— if you get this —I’m having trouble with the car. It won’t start, which means that I can’t get into town to pick up the dry cleaning. I tried Jack, but his phone is off and I’m not going to get a ride otherwise.’ She set the basket down on top of the washing machine and turned into the kitchen. There were still pans on the stove from breakfast. ‘So if you get this, while you’re there, can you just stop in and pick it up on your way home? I’ll try Gran, just in case, but timing tonight is not the best. Love you. Bye.’ The sky outside was turning grey over still water. There was a kid playing with his dog along the edge of the beach, and a mother standing back, farther, watching with her arms clutched around her from the cold. Eleanor craned her neck and looked out at the car, with its door open, keys still uselessly jammed in the ignition. She frowned and glanced back at her phone. There was a text from Jack, three hours ago, which had woken her to the pots and pans and an empty house and the note on the fridge telling her that she was going to have to pick up the dry cleaning on her own. Her father’s tuxedo was laid out carefully on the empty dining room table. how late do we have to stay tonight? her own text read, and his reply it ends at midnight not bad right? She still hadn’t responded. It ends at midnight. That’s only a five-hour party. It could be worse. But she could also already have her dress, and the car could be working, and she could feel less of a drop in her stomach when she thought about Jack. And marriage. And her future. There was a dull thunk in the other room, and when Eleanor stepped around the corner, the shoe rack beside the dryer had been upended, so that all of the shoes had toppled to the floor. She bent down to pick them up. ‘Bippity. Boppity. Boo,’ said an unfamiliar voice behind her. Eleanor whirled around. The last thing she knew was the sound of breaking glass, and a horrible pain in the side of her face.