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I commissioned @exalted-dawn for a drawing of one of my dnd characters! His name is Hyeon-U!
For reference, he started out as a mortal, aasimar time-mage and eventually rose to minor godhood in the epilogue of the campaign! His ethnicity is korean inspired so I asked for him to be given traditional korean clothing for his godly form. ^^
Thank you so much!!!
Once the powerful and aethereal King of the Faeries, Titania is no ordinary Lightwarden. The name Titania itself is a title, passed on to the next King. Long ago, when a Lightwarden descended into the faerie kingdom of Il Mehg, Titania slew the beast. The Light from the Lightwarden infected them, turning the King of the Faeries into a Lightwarden themself, only able to retain their form and some personality due to their strong will. Locked away in their castle by their subjects, it is up to you to slay Titania once and for all. Be warned- there is always a King, so when the deed is done, someone must step up and mantle the title Titania themselves.
[Re-Reblogged the corrected version, whoops!]
Tesleen was once a caregiver for people corrupted by the Sin-Eaters, destined to one day turn into one. She provided them comfort and peace for their zombified last days, before finally giving the doomed souls their favorite meal, before administering a poison that will peacefully let them die without being doomed to become Sin Eaters. One day, however, in a frantic effort to defend a corrupted boy named Halric before he was fully turned, she was stabbed by the Forgiven Dissonance and forcibly turned into a Sin-Eater herself. Little rational thought remained, and what little was left quickly crumbled away as she became yet another pawn to the Lightwardens.
[Reblog from my sideblog! Here comes Tesleen!]
Self-Proclaimed Leader of the League of Villains, Shigaraki Tomura led the attack on the USJ in an attempt to kill All Might. With a dangerous Quirk, this man isn’t to be underestimated; that said, it is rare to see him engage people directly, content with sending Nomus after them unless provoked. Has a tendency to be emotionally manipulated by [REDACTED].
The Sin Eaters are living beings consumed in primordial light, with a majority appearing more angelic when compared to their voidsent counterparts. Sin Eaters usually act randomly, killing or converting any they can find- however, more powerful Sin-Eaters can control small groups of them, with large groups of Sin-Eaters being commanded by powerful Lightwardens. A Forgiven Dissonance is stronger than your average Sin-Eater, a stoic and silent commander that focuses on converting weaker beings into Sin-Eaters.
Lightwardens are angelic beings with the ability to command Sin-Eaters; those killed by a Sin-Eater eventually turn into another one. King Vauthry made himself into a Lightwarden, strong enough to rend mountaintops. For the world to survive, the newly-born Innocence must be slain.
So I tend to make a lot of custom gods/monsters/demons for my dnd games because I just dislike using what's there sometimes. I like making my world my own, so sometimes creatures gotta get made.
So! Here’s one Ive been thinking of and am writing down now! Gotta work out the stats and some of the finer details of his appearance, but here’s the brief abstract!
The Great Seraphim, The Herald of The End, The Angel of Death, The Angel Who Stands at the Door- Memitim is known by many titles, but few have seen his face and lived. Memitim was spawned from the primordial concept of Death as one of the Three Judges. Whereas Abbadon the Destroyer was to rule over the judgment of the Evil-Aligned, and Azrael over the Judgement of those Neutral-aligned, Memitim judges those who are good-aligned and brings their death when the time is right. While generally a ‘good’ being, as a manifestation of death Memitim will sometimes become violent should one try to resist death’s embrace. This most often happens after resurrections occur- if the proper protocols and rites are not followed, those resurrecting a heroic-ally may find themselves on the receiving end of the divine wrath of Memitim.
Memitin has the lower half of a feathery-dragon; so like, the flexibility and curves of a European dragon with 4 legs, but covered in feathers. The best way to describe what Im thinking of is the tail of Shinryu from FFXIV but with feathers instead of scales.
Memitin has an upper half that is an angelic being, ie that sort of buff flawless human torso. It has two sets of arms; one pair (the lower pair) holds the twin swords Judgement and Mercy, and the upper pair carries a large divine spear (Name TBD) cradled in one arm. It has two pairs of wings coming from its upper/mid back that glow brightly as the sun- its hard to make them out but one who sees him sees that the wings are made out of 5 divine swords each. I haven't decided what his face looks like yet.
His swords have two separate special actions beyond regular swings. Mercy, held blade down usually, binds a single target with divine chains. Judgment has a cone aoe attack. The Spear, when held aloft will bring a bolt of divine energy down.
That’s about all I have for now, but Im hoping to fill out a stat block for him soon and maybe sketch him out eventually!
“Thana glared at the wyvern, ready to strike it down to save her comrades. Some were critically injured but with its own great wounds, she would be to destroy it. With her magic, she launched a spell at the beast, mentally broadcasting “YEET!” into the creatures’ mind as her magic went flying from her and began burrowing into the Wyvern’s brain. With a whining roar, the creature tries to flap away in a panic as her impassioned "YEET!" frightens it in a way it had not felt in centuries. Suddenly, as the mental attack hits the wyvern, its shrieks in the air, wings flailing around desperately as it feels increasing pressure on its brain, blood flying out of its wounds as the party suddenly hearing a sickening SQUALK - blood ruptures from its eyes, nostrils and ears and its eyeballs roll back as it crashes into the dirt, tongue lolling out of its mouth as it lays slain at Thana’s feet.”
-How the party killed their most recent boss encounter; Thana is played by @vrdnblaze , with me running as the DM.
A quick little picture I did of Cierra (the human female warlock played by @cyberneticspines ) and Verin Scorn (the tiefling female rogue played by @wolfs-dawn ), two bundles of chaos. Truly a pair of girlfriends meant for each other.
(Verin is trying her best with her low strength stat, don’t judge lol)
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AN: This is a ballad sung by the bards in the Kingdom of Hyrlan. Much of the religion of Hyrlan is based on ancestor worship, and Prince Sarris is one of the most legendary members of the royal line. This ballad covers when Prince Sarris stopped the rampage of the dragon Níðhöggr and bound it to his will using a lost spell he wrote down in his spellbook, the Lafabrea.
Oh listen travelers to my tale, of pain and toil and strife-
In a time long past when Hyrlan was threatened by dragon-kind!
When the youngest prince they say did bet, his pride and his life
To control the dragon Níðhöggr and complete the arcane bind.
It started when the dragon first came, bringing fire and ice and fear.
It came down from the northern-most town, catching people unaware!
The first to go was the young mayor's son, bringing forth a fount of tears,
But soon more poor souls joined the son beyond in the elsewhere.
The army was soon in disarray, with no place left to turn.
Their magicks and shields could do little to hold back the draconic scourge!
The King was at a lost, as the land continued to burn,
And with each failed idea, loss became the war's painful dirge.
But in his labs in the palace did Prince Sarris toil away,
Beneath a stack of books as high as the Olde-Trees in Hydel-Ey!
With a quill in hand and fervor that would make the most passionate sway,
He set about making a spell to make the mighty dragon his prey.
As the dragon's rage burned ever bright, it reached a single idea,
That it should destroy the place that gave its enemies hope in their fear!
And as the Prince's quill penned the final word of the Lafabrea,
Níðhöggr came to burn away the capital we hold so dear.
Rushing from his lab onto the roof as he heard the dragon's roar,
Prince Sarris bravely began to chant as he lifted his tome heavenward!
Lights flashed in the sky as the magic began to bind that which did soar,
And the mighty cries of the beast echoed as it fell downward.
So pray listen travelers now, to this song I sing,
Of how the Kingdom of Hyrlan was saved not by a mighty King!
Think on the virtues of wisdom and cunning, and the lesson that may bring,
For one needs not be the toughest warrior to save e'rything!
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AN: So! This is the first of a series of fics taking place throughout the setting of my DnD campaign. I’m both doing this to expand my world but also to practice my writing, so I’d love to hear what anyone who reads it thinks! This is a unique setting, so the gods, politics, and geography of this DnD setting are entirely my own; given as my players are still going through the campaign, some of these mini-fics may be purposely vague. Anyways, enjoy!
Most gods don’t take anything close to human form. Or at least that was what I was raised to believe. The eternal mother of all was little more than a mass of light, bound together by the power of creation. The ender of everything existed in a mercurial form beyond the realm of the living, watching us in silent judgment. The gods made real by man's belief and through copious amounts of magical energy were little more than phantoms that formed long enough to smite those who wronged their believers. None walked the earth in a traditional human form.
The exception was an experience that would shape my world forever.
Two decades prior I had been exposed to the world mother's light, an experience that by all rights should likely have killed me. With that, she gave me her blessing and I found I could control light and darkness at will as if it were second nature for me to do so. I wandered my homeland, helping those in need, healing those I could with my sliver of the creator's power.
Eventually, my power began to fade. I had used up the blessing, over-taxed my abilities. And the mother of all was nothing if not aloof. The chance I would regain my powers was small. It was foolish of me to try if I was to be perfectly honest with myself.
But I owed it to myself and those I knew to try. I needed to regain what made me the Creator's prophet. So I set out on a journey to find her realm, a way to enter the source of all creation.
My trip led me to cross the path of dragons, of giants, of evil men and gods. If not for the goodness of stranger's and the world-mother's hand, I would have died long before.
My journey was long and arduous, however, I eventually found it.
The place where the Light of the world leaked into the material realm.
It was hidden away, squirreled beneath a ruined castle, with battlements falling apart and towers that wished to crumble to the ground. Nothing save for the wooden timbers kept them in place, yet as with their exposure beneath the stonework, they too would wither and the building would collapse. The wind had stilled and the grass was sparse. I had yet to see any animals, no deer or rabbits or anything of that sort, for hours and hours.
For a place where the thinning of the veil between the Creator and her Creation resided, it looked dead and decayed.
I pressed on, however, delving into the ancient building, desperate for that light which I had lost. What I found... well, I was not expecting it to say the least.
The central chamber was made of large dais raised in the middle with steps leading up to it. In the middle was a large bonfire, giving off the warmth and light of the mother. I sighed, breathing in her presence deeply. I truly had missed being so close to her.
Sitting next to the fire were two men. Well, 'men' being a subjective word. One was quite clearly a half-elf, with a head of long red hair, pulled back into a ponytail with a neat, trimmed beard and piercing eyes. He had a book and quill, scribbling away things into it. The other was a young boy, perhaps eight years old. He looked rather plain, save for the dove on his shoulder, chirping into his ear.
The boy had been staring at me since I had entered the room. Beneath his gaze, however... I couldn't help but feel like he had been watching me since I had begun my journey years ago. The molten gold of his eyes stared into mine and despite the youth in his face, I could tell this was a mask, purposeful or not. "Ramthais, it is the lady my father told me of."
With a snort, the red-head looked up at me, a wry smile pulling his lips apart, "Well well, it's nice to see yet another one of us chosen by the mother and father has finally arrived. I am Ramthais the Elder, or so those who have known me in my different bodies call me." He shrugged as if his name mattered little. Perhaps it did not. Was I not known by my own title almost more than by my name?
"Please. Sit. It is a rarity that one is chosen so clearly by Aunt Yew-Ay." The boy said with barely any emotion. Calling the mother of all his Aunt? Just who was this boy?
I incline my head to him, "Forgive me young ser, but I'm afraid I am not aware of who you are. Not that I know Ramthais either, but in his case, I at least know his name, and a little bit about him. For you, I cannot say the same of course."
Mirth danced in the boy's eyes for a moment and the dove chirped into his ear again and he actually let out a laugh. "Oh yes Father, I can see why she was picked. The care and precision of creation are there." Was he... was he actually conversing with the dove? Calling it his father? Who was this child? I blinked and the child was suddenly gone.
"I have titles of course but my name is Aunmundr," a suddenly deeper voice said next to me. I jerked back, an older, teenage version of the boy standing next to me, as emotionless as he had been minutes ago. "Some refer to me as a god- though I care little for what terms mortals have for us."
I breathe deeply, trying to get a hold of my emotions that had been running wildly now due to the sudden teleporting. Ramthais laughed a bit, "Don't worry my dear, you'll get used to little Aunmundr's quirks soon enough. You must forgive him- he's been around for far less than either all-mother Yew-Ay or the destroyer Severot. And given as he did not make mortals, he is not entirely sure how to interact with them."
This was turning into something quite bizarre, even by the standards of someone who had been gifted the power of the Goddess. "So... you are a god? And you Ramthais?" I ask, to the other man with a frown. He chuckles and waves his hand.
"No no, I'm a mortal like yourself. I stumbled across this place a few decades ago and I have been keeping young Aunmundr company here ever since." The godling had moved away from me, his eyes staring off into the wall as if he was looking beyond to another part of the world. "As the chosen of Severot, I am to wait for the Chosen of Yew-Ay and the Mediator to come."
I raise an eyebrow at that comment. Ramthais shrugs, "I'm not the man who decided on our titles. I simply came looking for the Furnace," he said, gesturing to the likely-eternal bonfire in front of us. "If you would sit and wait with us, Aunmundr will explain why we are being gathered here. An important mission is in store for us from what I understand." The older half-elf's eyes danced with a light I couldn't place.
I considered leaving. This was all quite bizarre and frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if my brother had slipped some hallucinogens into my rations when I had last visited him. Maybe I had never left his house and he was in a corner snickering to himself.
However, the bonfire pulsed and a soothing warmth beckoned me to sit. My mother, my creator, beckoned me to join the odd man and the god in human form.
I had sought out the desire of the Goddess and she responded. Perhaps it was not in the form I expected, but it was a form nonetheless.
I sat down.
