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In in depth character analysis of Ibrynn. It shows the cause and effect that is ever present, the narrative foils, and his most compelling story arcs that have been shown in the dnd sessions.
@generalofbane
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Power is a curious thing, is it not? You chase it, clutch at it, boast when you think you’ve grasped even a shred. And yet, when I tire of the game, I take it back with less thought than brushing away a cobweb.
Tell me —and do be honest— did you believe you could beat me? Truly?
Ah, I see you mortals have taken to that little ‘main character energy’ trend. Charming. Do you truly believe you radiate destiny when you stumble, trembling, through my night?
Darlings, if you are the protagonists… then I am the author. And you will find my pen does not write happy endings. But do keep performing—it entertains me endlessly.
Ah, perfect music to quiet the mind and better the soul.
On the Rat; and the rest of it's Plague
@monsters-fear-me
You run because you believe distance is safety. You hide because you believe silence is mercy.
Barovia has taught me neither is true.
I have watched your footsteps fade into my woods, as if the mists might swallow what belongs to me. I allowed it. Not out of weakness—never that—but because fear ripens best when it is given time.
Do you understand what you are now?
You are not fugitives. You are not heroes. You are interruptions.
Temporary distortions upon my land… already correcting themselves.
The wolves remember your scent. The trees remember your passage. The dark, most faithfully of all, remembers your name.
And I— I remember everything.
Do not mistake my patience for absence. I am in every corridor you dare not walk, every reflection you refuse to meet, every breath you take before sleep claims you and pretends it is mercy.
You have stolen nothing from me that I cannot reclaim.
You have only delayed the moment I decide how.
—Strahd von Zarovich
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The mist is not your enemy, sweetling. It is merely honest—it never pretends you will leave alive.
A mother, trying to cage what cannot be contained—children with hearts too wild to be kept in darkness.
The harpy's fate mirrors the futile struggle of those who defy fate. They will always escape, as they must.
Lord Strahd has taught me that no matter how much you try to bind what is free, it will always slip through your fingers.
Tell me, if I were to tell you about the story of a self-satisfied little fool, puffed up with self-importance; as if clever words and empty charm could ever make him anything more than a footnote in a history that will forget him, would you assume it to be about @monsters-fear-me or @therealbladedancer?
How about a hint?
They collect meaningless trinkets, they fill the air with the sound of their own voices—so certain that their existence means something. That they matter. No matter they have just a legacy built on brittle bones and stolen time.
Did the pieces fall into place now? No? Understandable, as this patheticness seems prevalent in both. Birds of a feather, truly.
Perhaps the answer is clearer now, perhaps not. I am not here to ease your confusion. I only seek to remind you of this: some people—no matter how much they believe otherwise—are simply not destined for greatness. And these two... these two are perfect examples.
The story of a self-satisfied fool is one that repeats itself endlessly. And in their delusion, they may never notice how irrelevant they’ve become.
