#potion brewer

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‘My village retold the history of my world very religiously. And yet I was able to experience it from the Builders end. Me, a cleric’s mentee, of all people truly seeing the Beings’ work.

I don’t want to believe it. No, I can’t believe it.

The Beings were gods of infinite creativity that shaped our world. Unlike most gods, they were not infallible in the slightest. For better or worse they built upon each error made.

Even the Creeping Bombers—odd mistakes that they were—still deserved to exist.

Many years passed before the Beings were satisfied to let the world develop mostly on its own. Food never perished, monsters were kept at bay with light, caves never collapsed, tools including weapons could be made easily, and everything was suspended in static gravity.

Then they sent down the Builders, who came in two phases. Phase One was improving upon the simple designs. Why Guardians were creat

First Gen Builders left behind mineshafts, monster spawners, iron golems, witch arts, end cities, temples in the deserts and jungles. Portals to the eternally burning nether-scape always made me question why it was so easy to visit there. The Nether wasn’t our Hell.

Their second generation had a weaker link to the Beings. Perhaps that’s why they built less uniform creations—created complex red stone powered contraptions. Not. Not all of them were good-natured trapping my simple villager ancestors in farms/closets. We’re Enpecees.

Again, why’d I steal from one of their bases?

I. Wanted. To. Fly—‘

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Huffing, the dimension traveler closed the old battered journal. A leather-bound book with only fifty pages that endured her first test flight.

Granted nearly falling into the void shook her past self up something fierce. It was ironic how cautious she used to be when now she was—Joycelyn Brewer, experienced dimension flyer.

The elytra wings might’ve had limited potential in how the Builders saw them in that game. Two pieces of fabric that granted the very limited ability to glide. But Joycelyn, she preferred Joy, modified hers past it’s original form. She was lucky Father Darren knew beyond the normal brewing knowledge of a Cleric. He had seen the second Builders enchanting things first hand!

Minecraft “Players” were so lucky villagers never revolted against them. Where’d they think all those trade offers came from after all?

Joy spent many weeks repairing the old Elytra she found displayed on an armor stand. It had nearly broken apart when she took the pair off, otherworldly scales flaking and dull. Not telling anyone that she ventured into an old Builder base was the most dangerous rule she broke.

Time and time again everyone warned her not to. “Builders were always a reckless sort. Some made games of trapping each other. From their closest allies to mortal enemies everyone was a free target. Lava pit-falls, skulk-sensors,” old guard Johnathan constantly reminded the kids.

Now though? Joy rolled her shoulders feeling the Elytra wings—her wings—blend seamlessly to her back through its enchantment. No longer was it simply two pieces of fabric but a frame covered in phantom membrane and feathers.

One amazing part about her travels was that she had met winged-races. Those who were born with them rather than creating them.

It was always fun seeing their reactions to her “hiding” her wings in someplace impossible.

Joy’s inventory helped hide the prized Elytra though she had far outgrown limited space in it. People who knew about Minecraft (the name of the game based on her world) were always so curious about how the inventory worked. Who knew they had access to a pocket dimension in-game? She kept a small laboratory for potion ingredients in her pockets. Still an apprentice cleric or not, she knew just how to brew several.

(She did miss the static gravity of her home.)

Pranks counted as tests of character, right?

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[I made a character based on the Minecraft Comes Alive Mod, the main reason why her name spelling is so odd. Joy travels a lot via flying her Elytra wings. So much so that she has been mistaken for various winged species; an angel, Thanagarian, a goddess, harpy, etc… She enjoys flying.]

Magic Crafters Dragons: Eldrid

Link to Eldrid imgur album with all these images + more

Here’s one for you DM’s that want some medical attention for your players.

1: A cult shamanist, who’s powers more so comes from their staff than any sort of godly influence

2: A true & blue merfolk phasicain, who is up-to-date on all medical practices that one at sea would need [has no skill in treating primarily landlocked illness]

3: A cleric that has gone full healer in big armor. They are actually quite pleasant, but kinda hard to hear under all of that armor...

4: A priest who heals with THE POWER OF GOD… for a good 30% of the time, whatever god they are using is just to busy/lazy to lend that power.