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D&D Character Journal: Pain d'Épice
Prianna’s Favorite Recipes from Other Domains: 4 / 25
Dementlieu has always paid me well. It is a land of grand ballrooms and long tables where food is expected to impress before it ever satisfies. I have worked with ingredients there that still feel unreal when I think back on them, sugars heated and formed into shapes I had never seen before, spices traded across the Mists and never tasted again, wines older than some bloodlines. Everything is polished, deliberate, beautiful to the point of distance. I have cooked meals meant to be admired more than eaten, dishes designed to scream of wealth and power to everyone in the room. Dementlieu excels at that kind of spectacle, and I cannot deny the skill it demands. But the food I love most from there found me after midnight, when my hands were sore and my head was buzzing from a day spent feeding someone else's fantasy. On a quiet corner street, a small bistro was just beginning to close. They had one loaf of pain d'epice left, and a simple spread to go with it. I had not eaten all day. I sat in the cool night air and tore into the bread, spreading that sharp, mustardy paste across its surface. The bread was dense and fragrant, heavy with cinnamon, cloves, and ginger. It was warm and grounding, honest in a way nothing from the ballroom had been. As nobles drifted past in rumpled finery, laughing and unsteady, I ate something that asked nothing of me but to be present. In that moment, Dementlieu felt real. Not the glittering dream it sells, but the quiet truth it hides on its corners, waiting for someone hungry enough to notice.
I have too many ocs but what's one more. This is my character, Celeste Duarte. She lives in Ravenloft's Dementlieu. However instead of dnd were playing with the Candela Obsura system and she's a journalist!
The circle she's a part of surround the death of her late husband Edmund (I havent drawn him yet lol) Celeste doesn't like being covered in blood and tends to just completely change her outfit if it ever happens. She sees them as unlucky because someone got hurt.
Well see what happens in Act 3 lol
I just designed her parents since I'm fleshing her out.
Azalin Reviews: Darklord Saidra d'Honaire
Domain: Dementlieu Domain Formation: Not specified (707 BC old sources) Power level:💀💀💀 ⚫⚫ Sources: Van Ricthen’s Guide to Ravenloft (5e)
I wrote of the original Darklord of Dementliue, Dominic d'Honaire last week. In the good doctor’s latest guide, the Domain of Dementlieu has maintained it’s love of decadence masking the truth with virtually every citizen maintaining the lie that they are more than they appear to be. Saidra D’Honaire, the new Darklord, being the grand duchess of delusion.
Saidra grew up on a small farm with her father who claimed he was exiled from his rightful place as a Duke by his younger brother. Saidra threw herself fully into this fancy. She bullied other children into entertaining her, declaring it her right because of her “superior” birth. These children must have been of a timid nature to put of with that nonsense.
Saidra’s father remarried a successful merchant who already had two daughters of her own. This new found family scorned Saidra and her fantasies and treated her like a servant despite the family’s wealth. Saidra’s father must have been absent or dense or both as he did nothing about this.
When a nearby Duke died and when she asked if it was her father’s wicked brother, her father finally told her the truth. He was the Duke’s servant and fled after he was caught trying to steal from him. Saidra was unable to face reality and prayed over her mother’s grave for guidance. What she got was a grandmother type appearing seemingly out of nowhere who granted her jewels and attire so she could attend the masquerade ball for the new Duke’s coronation.
It is never wise to accept magical gifts from unknown individuals. I think all of us Darklords can agree that they rarely give such things for free and typically have a malevolent purpose. Though, from the start, Saidra did not hold much to logic and realism, so it is no surprise that she accepted these gifts without question.
At the ball the glamour that surrounded her captured the Duke’s attentions and Saidra’s original plan of murdering him to claim what was hers was quickly replaced with the idea of marrying him. I’m curious to hear how she planned on murdering him in front of an entire ballroom of people and claiming his title without complaint seeing as she only brought a single blade with her…
None of these vague plans mattered in the end, because at midnight a plague overtook the guests and killed them all. As some do upon their inevitable deaths (trust me, I’ve seen it enough to know), the Duke confessed that the true Duke had no legitimate children and he was actually the son of a common servant who fled the household after an attempted theft. Realizing that this man she had contemplated marrying moments ago was not an actual Duke and was her brother, disgusted Saidra so she killed him with her blade before the plague did.
I would guess that this plague was part of Saidra’s untold deal with the “grandmotherly” figure who granted her “wish” earlier that evening. The plague claimed Saidra as well and when she awoke she was an undead wraith bound to the Domain of Dementlieu.
She is now the Duchess she always dreamed of being, but in her undead condition, cannot enjoy many of the decadence and delicacies that title grants her. To blend in with mortal society, she must wear a mask, which resulted in her hosting a masquerade ball once every 7 days. There she delights in unmasking those she deems unworthy or trying to disguise themselves as being above their alloted station all the while fearing her own exposure.
When not holding her little, pointless parties, Saidra stalks the streets as a wraith cloaked in a crimson shadow. Her people refer to this form of hers as the Red Death.
Saidra is a regular wraith in an elaborate mask who can occasionally cast one power spell (Disintegration) at pretenders. A woman forever clinging to a fantasy when the life on a farm is just as noble if not more so in many cases. The fact that she kills her subjects regularly at her parties without consequence (yet anyway), indicates she has sufficient control over her people. Still, a brave group of individuals could easily confront and expose her and I would wager that none of her subjects would interfere.
Dementlieu
"La Mort Rouge a encore tué !"
Welcome to Port-a-Lucine, the greatest city in the world! A marvellous metropolis of lights and music! Feasts and theatre! Where prosperity and glamour reigns!
None of that is false, but neither is it true. Port-a-Lucine is the capital of Dementlieu and appears to be a gorgeous city full of rich and successful people. Because everyone works hard to maintain that illusion.
Only one noble family truly remains. The rich play at being aristocracy. Those moderately off play at being rich. The poor maintain the look of middle class. And the destitute... well, there are no destitute in Ba Sing Se Port-a-Lucine, because they desperately pretend to be better off... or die.
Those who cannot maintain the illusion of this city may fall prey to the Red Death, a horrible crimson apparition. Its victims are sometimes found drained to a withered husk, but as the effect is comparable to disintegration the victims are often left little more than grey ash.
Port-a-Lucine certainly has an active nightlife, rich theatre tradition, beautiful buildings, and glorious feasts. However, it is all held together with string and fresh paint. Below the surface the city is slowly crumbling. Fine clothing is secretly patched and stitched back together. Feasts are paid for by fasting for days before. Everyone know someone important, even if they don't.
Everyone knows the lie. No one dares speak it unprompted. But a single button falling off a vest could be a disaster. Others could point out your obvious inability to maintain the latest fashion, dropping you down the social ladder and putting you at risk of destruction. A quick wit may save you, "Oh, I have clearly been eating too well at the recent parties, I am bursting out of my vest! Ha ha!"
And yet the anxiety remains.
Dementlieu is imposter syndrome writ large. It is also a land of fairytales and magic, gifts granted by honest fey and smiling devils. Beauteous illusions that let you join the ball and seek your prince, but make sure to leave by midnight. Windfalls of wealth to save you from La Mort Rouge, so you do not question the strings attached.
Bienvenue, travellers, to the greatest city in all the domains!

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Freaks & Facades: Session Three - The Misty Morning
Welcome back, my beloved readers and rapscallions. This is the recap of Session Three of Freaks & Facades. Our cast of beloved Freaks has had quite the night. Quite a dark, dark night indeed... Check out the past recaps collected on our Index, to learn what our party of Freaks has done to get to this point, (or find them linked at the bottom below the cut).
The Freaks’ time at the Ravens Loft Inn has come to a close, many questions left burning like the ashes of that mysterious tavern’s hearth. First impressions were made, masks held tight amongst the group of strangers. The Inn’s strange circumstances placed each of them in a bloodstained room during their stay, their futures read by a comatose Vistani seer. When night came they found a curtain of darkness and animated furniture attempt to swallow them up! Many were flung into the darkness unaware; while others struggled to hold the light. One of our Freaks discovered a new face to the Tavern’s keepers, and willingly chose the darkness! What does it all mean?
Warning: this is a horror campaign setting, so bear that in mind before reading. Possible triggers include: bones/bone manipulation, skeletal bodies, transformation body horror etc.
The Freaks are assembled. In the coming morning light they must decide to either stay together and face the unknown, or let their new situation split them apart! Let’s see if they survive this first day together in Ravenloft proper!
*starts projector*
"You will ALWAYS be alone." - Flurry Windenmere
So this is one of many drawings to come of our dnd party. While I would love to talk about how cool we are, I am instead going to write a list of our worst moments.
Flurry Windenmere
- Let a man fall to his literal death, despite being able to prevent it.
- Told her name to an evil fairy
- Lost her job + got slapped on the street by her former boss
- Doesn't know what a god is
- Ate sus snow and "tea leaves"