#valderia

Valderia Master Post.

So. I'm making a DND campaign, I plan on updating it often, this is the masterpost.

Key

AP = active post, will be updated often

SP = Spoilers for my party, don't check unless you aren't in my campaign

Short Stories

I Wouldn't Give It Up For Anything

"Life Never Changes..." As If That Were True

God Damnit, Not Again

I Need More Time

Life and Death

ABORT ABORT: CODE 5, WALL BREACHED

People Need Hobbies, Don't They?

Finally, Some Good F$&*ing Materials.

Always Got a Project

Not Good, Not Good, VERY NOT GOOD

Once a Year, Every Year.

We Didn't Have That Back Then...

Something New

One Two Three Four One Two Three Four

VENGEANCE

Routine

Seeing Red

Party Time

Full Schedule

Turn to The Left, First Door on The Right

World Building

Dwarves, oh yeah and Ebon and Ivo (SP if you check the story IMMEDIATELY skip the first post and head to the reblogs)

New York Aarakocras

Did I mention the campaign takes place in the mid 1800s?

The name of the DND campaign

Miscellaneous

QnA Which Dwarves Exist? AP

The God's do NOT like a guy. (Big, BIG SP)

Non-dnd characters which canonically exist in my campaign

Canonized Headcanons (Stuff you Guys Think Of!)

Nothing here at the moment...

Inside a circus, there is a ringmaster, and with that ringmaster, is his lion.

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"My my. You have no tact at all, do you?" A hoarse voice attached to a spindly masked man with a cane said, it sounded like he smoked several packs of cigarettes a day, and yet it was as smooth as silk, seemingly contradictory properties but tied to one voice nonetheless.

"RAAAAUGHGSH!" the giant red monster that was just addressed swung a massive clawed hand at the smaller being, and promptly missed.

"I thought the primordial red, a being made of almost pure rage agony and hate, would be a bit more of a prankster, but no," The man dodged swipe, then another, "Simply a stupid murder machine. I pity you."

"Rrrrgh SHUT UP!" The primordial red screamed as it swung again, and missed again.

"It speaks! How delightful! Now why were you hiding that?" The spindly man jeers.

There was a cheer from the crowd of masked people.

"You are an interesting beast." While still dodging the hulking behemoths attacks he turned to the crowd, "What do you all say I do with this animal?"

The tent was filled with the cheer of a single word. "BURN!"

"As you wish."

And with the snap of a finger, the primordial red was covered in unholy fire, its screams drowned out by the roar of the dark red flames and the cheer of the crowd.

And all that was left was ash.