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Coco & Holly watching the comet at the end of the campaign as the valley kobolds celebrate. Holly's birthday too, as it turns out- and now also a very special night for the two of them
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I am making a 5e setting inspired by Ancient India!
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The Land of Devabhumi is a distant place nestled in between the sea and sky scraping mountains. It is a land where gods and mortals live together, boons and curses change the destiny of its inhabitants, and senses are easily overpowered by the diversity of the landscape.
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Some old Dnd stuff
Been awhile. I just randomly thought I should start posting here again. So Imma drop a few stuff one by one
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A sketch for an upcoming Marilinth paper mini!
DnD Universe Wipe
So we gone done fucked up.
All the characters that our group plays under our other DM (not me) exist within one universe, called Weyard. We didn't always know that but eventually it became apparent that our alternative characters were crossing paths with our mains, which was a fun development, right?
Wrong.
So, REWIND:
Two weeks ago, our main campaign (Weyard for the other DM) reached a very important point in our campaign. We were tasked with trying to bring another member back from the dead. This other member was someone we met while doing a one-shot WITH OUR MAIN CHARACTERS, but who did not travel with us after this point. So we all knew and remembered him, but hadn't seen him in awhile. We learned of his death, and confirmed that he was dead prior to being tasked with bringing him back.
We were given the chance to bring him back through a complicated ritual which would grant us one of 2 remaining wishes that exist in the universe. This was a once in a lifetime chance, and we were
EXTENSIVELY. WARNED. THAT. THIS. WAS. A. ONE. AND. DONE.
So we get to the area where we could do the ritual, three of our party members go forth to try and do the trials to get the wish. They succeed. Again:
WE. WERE. WARNED. EXTENSIVELY. THAT. THIS. WAS. OUR. ONLY. CHANCE.
I wrote this for class but tumblr loves mermaids and classic lit
Their eyes frightened me in the beginning. Wide, unblinking, and glassy. Their eyes look nothing like ours. As you should know, our eyes have three colours: white, black, and a third we like to compare to a feature of the earth such as its sky or soil. Our eyes sit in sockets, theirs look to be just under the skin. When I was very young, I used to play with sewing needles and perform surgery on the most awful looking dolls, having convinced myself their ugliness was a symptom of some rare, unidentified condition. I tended to pierce my fingers, not deep enough to have drawn blood though I very clearly separated my skin from itself. I could look through my skin and see the tip of the needle more vividly than if I lay my hand above it and squinted. Now that you can envision how far the eyes sat beneath the skin, perhaps you can try and paint in your mind the blend of colours in them too. Some were so flooded with hues they came across grey – or the ocean floor’s lighting was not designed for me – where others looked to have changed colours every other moment. What I saw of their eyes was about the size of a whole human eye removed from the skull and just as round, as they had no eyelids. The rest of their faces were as normal as I would expect – and I had no expectations – with flat or no noses [it varied by the person and, I later learned, the region] and lipless mouths that I never wished to see open upon catching a glimpse of their teeth not too long after seeing their faces for the first time. The teeth were long and thin, not unlike the aforementioned needles. Wide spaces of nothing separated each tooth. To accommodate their teeth, their jaws sat closer to their narrow shoulders than to where their ears should be – if they were human that is. Before I elaborate on their appearance, I must stress that I did indeed stare at them, despite how unsettling I found them [I never quite adjusted to their looks], because they were and are the most visually bizarre people I have met during my travels even if they were about average human size. Any similarities we share with those people who I have taken to thinking of as Nereids [not taking into account their abstract “beauty”] were limited to the presence of eyes, mouths, and a furless torso. Of course, where we lack fur, they had shimmering scales everywhere about their bodies. Do not call them mermaids, I request of the reader, as they were not all maids and “mer” is all too simple to call them by. I was certain they were being eaten alive when I first cast my sight upon them. They were not. From beneath their navels onward, creatures of the deep more natural than themselves had seemingly been stopped halfway through consuming what I thought were supposed to be “normal” human bodies. The creatures staring at me wore fish remains as skirts or were horrific parasites that were so bold to grow from the inside out through its host mouth so it may then don the marine beasts as bottoms to hide their shame [or parade its pride in stealing life for itself].
It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve spent about a page’s worth of words to tell you how these beings looked, but, again, I only describe them so much that you might also believe that I did not live through a hallucination caused by nearly dying. I return, then, to my adventure in the deep. Though it was not much of an adventure as I was confined to the bubble should I have any chance of not drowning or asphyxiating. I never learned who placed me in the bubble, but I did learn how the bubbles were made. Down so far away from the surface, sound, I gathered, does not travel as it does on land and through air. These people communicated by creating shapes and swirls made of tiny bubbles with their hands and fingers, which were connected by thin skin at where I thought the halfway knuckle belonged. The bubbles often did not dissipate for minutes after a conversation was finished, allowing, I assumed, time for a review of the exchange should apologies be needed. Perhaps that was why disputes were so rare between citizens. I nearly summed up conflict with a nearby province to be that of miscommunications. Actually, I do still believe that was all due to a language barrier. These other Nereids had limp horns sprouting from their foreheads that dangled bulbs of light at the end. The Bubble Nereids did not have those, as I would have surely made a mention of it. The Light Nereids, though capable of speaking Bubble, refused for reasons I never quite grasped, opting to blink their lights and wave their horns at each other, producing bubbles in arrangements that some Bubble Nereids looked to take offense to. I failed to understand why they would do business with each other if all they ever did was fight. I eventually took it upon myself to conclude that they were closer to each other than others and that, just maybe, not all conflict is bad conflict. It appeared to drive their society to best the Lights in any trade. Not that they traded anything important by English standards – and I found myself in a constant state of befuddlement at how pearls were not a commodity in any sense, but, rather, they were all in a great demand of bloody seaweed.
