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i'm working on a little something something teehee

just a little excerpt from an illustrated copy of Die Waldhexe une andere Zemnische Volksmärchen… 

Liam O’Brien decided to break all of us and I decided to return the favour…

Update  

For everyone who asked:The text on the comic is completely original! 

Also: While I’d love to send this in to Fanart of the Week, I am European, which means that I cannot enter (change of laws makes it that only US and Canadian citizens may enter.) 

You were captured! And your Brain partially devoured by a hungry Mind Flayer. You managed to escape its grasp, but not before your memories became forfeit.

You walked across one of the many forest circles into the Feywild as a Child. You lived a crazy but happy life there, and saw things no regular man, woman or child could see. That was until you wandered back into the Prime Material Plane, and suddenly those memories scattered, and you were left as a being with no memory, alone in the woods… (See ‘Fey Crossings: Memory Loss’, Page 50 of the Dungeon Master’s Guide).

You were once a powerful Wizard that knew their own mortality. In a fit of desperation, you crafted a Clone of yourself, younger and more perfect in almost every way. But when you died of a combination of old age and madness, something went wrong. You woke up in the younger body of your Clone, but your memories were lost. But every now and again, you remember the spells of your past, if only you could remember them so well as to cast them…

You were once a Prodigy, a Wizard with a sharp mind. So great was your intellect that you were brought before a Local Member of Nobility who wished to employ you as their Diplomatic Representative and Adviser to their Workings. You sat down with them and their Family, until you noticed a thin red string of ooze behind each of them. Before you could react, the Oblex struck at your mind. Your memories quickly became scattered and faded as you ran from the attacking creature. You escaped, but collapsed. When you woke up, all you remember saying is the Noble’s Name and “Red String”. And to this day, you still check people for that suspicious “Red String”.

A Deal with a mighty Devil cost you your memories in exchange for phenomenal arcane powers. You often wonder what you were like back then. Were you Married? Were you a Parent? Or even a Traitor? And that seems to bring an amusing smile to your face…

Perhaps you were a great hero, or a well-loved citizen, or some lonely cleric just took pity on you. You don’t remember… Thanks to a failed resurrection ritual, you were indeed brought back to life, but brought back with no memories of before…

You have a great fear of caves, the underground, and most of all the weather. Perhaps because your mind was shattered by the maddening winds of Pandemonium. How did you get there you might ask, were you imprisoned there by some otherworldly being, or did you venture there of your own volition? (See ‘Pandemonium: Mad Winds’, Page 62 of the Dungeon Master’s Guide).

Your memories were snatched away from you by a powerful mage, perhaps because you knew too much about a certain someone or a certain something…

You’re originally from the Prime Material Plane, but travelled to Elysium on some sort of extra-planar pilgrimage. How did you get there? You don’t remember. All you remember is staring at those pearly white beaches, never willing to leave. (See ‘Elysium: Overwhelming Joy’, Page 60 of the Dungeon Master’s Guide)