Vertigo

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Me, interpreting Epyllion correctly for once? That's a nice change of pace :'D No worries!

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Had fallen asleep, whoops! Hmm, she was probably calling out in general, not even knowing what specifically she was asking for - just something magical in the forest that would draw the rodents away. Some noise, light, smell, maybe some natural phenomenon like flowers blooming all of a sudden, or maybe something that would make their hardworking nature flare, like something making a mess in their forest. I can settle on a specific thing too if needed though, maybe some sort of a combination; particularly enticing, vibrant flowers starting to bloom all over the place?

The +1 was the Friendship Gem returned if I understood the wording correctly. Or does this mean that you need to use one gem anyway, and if you use more than one, you can add those to the result?

MOON MAGIC: When you call upon the magic of the moons, roll +Friendship Gems Returned.

Aesithas (D&D 5e Homebrew) - On Hiatus

ℑ'ℜ𝔞𝔧𝔦𝔱𝔥

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Having never set foot inside a tomb before, I'Rajith was so excited by the prospect of experiencing something new that he forgot to show due reverence. His hand trailed along the stone wall for no other reason than to feel what it'd be like, and he had to constantly struggle against an urge to call out into the darkness and see whether anything would answer. Ghost, echo or imagination; any of them would do.

Then they arrived into the antechamber with its many statues, and I'Rajith wasted no time reaching his unnaturally long, cracking limbs up at each of them in turn. His fingers looked like dark spiders, running across the stony skin of the statues as he examined them for... well, he didn't truly know.

Out of all of them, it was the statue of a man with a downcast gaze that piqued his interest the most. Not due to particularly detailed stonework, but because something seemed amiss - literally. Its empty hand was meant to grasp something, and I'Rajith couldn't help but wonder what, and why. Was it something valuable, stolen from the tomb by a scoundrel? Or something frail enough to be eroded away by time? Was whatever was taken perhaps a key that might unlock a new path if returned, like in tales of old?

Perhaps it was none of those things. Perhaps it didn't matter. But I'Rajith ran his spidery fingers around the hand regardless, trying to find answers. The Noctem hadn't noticed the paths. Only the promise of a mystery, and the chance to be the one to solve it for once.

That was, until the peculiar chill became unbearable. He shuddered, though not out of cold. "Something lingers here," he murmured to the others, fingers sliding off the stone statue, his search unfruitful. "Whether we seek riches, answers or shelter, I believe it awaits further ahead."

One long finger rose to point to the path closest to him (Path 1).

Whose In the Mood for a Horror Anime RP [OG not based on any known anime]

I heard horror, I'm in

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Posted. I don't know who Fellwing sacrificed to the dice gods for these rolls. :'D She's gonna watch all her friends grow up and stay a baby drake forever.

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

𝐹𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔

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Seeing Stargaze draw in a breath next to her, Fellwing could only assume her friend had a plan. So when all that came out was an unnatural squeak, she was almost as surprised as the rodents that threatened them. But only almost; while they still hesitated, Fellwing took the opportunity to take a closer look. There was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she'd been trying to ignore ever since she realized she'd seen the creatures before, and she needed confirmation that she was just imagining it.

Her gaze jumped from one rodent to the next, searching for clues, answers, proof, and the more she saw, the more her stomach turned. Remnants of more fairy like features, torn pieces of clothing, and... oh, no...

A small gasp escaped her as her eyes settled on a larger rodent snarling up at her. It couldn't be...

"Bartley?" she asked out loud, unsure if he was in any state to recognize his name. She doubted it. "Stargaze..." she whispered, almost afraid to hear the very words she was about to speak, "These... they are brownies. Used to be." And hopefully, would be again. There had to be a cure.

With that revelation, Fellwing's mind was made. They shouldn't hurt them, if they could at all avoid it. Brownies were easily distractable - something more interesting than them would surely draw them away. But they had to act fast.

"Everyone, be prepared to run!" Fellwing shouted, inhaling sharply. This time, she wasn't preparing to call forth Darkness - but the power of the moons. She hadn't called to them often in her life, always afraid they'd find her - a drake so closely connected with the Darkness - unworthy of their help, but the need was dire now. She needed to create a distraction somewhere behind the brownies. Her friends were with her, and she couldn't risk shadow magic going awry.

mechanics

Fellwing calls upon the Magic of the Moons (11), returning a Friendship Gem to Stargaze

Epyllion: Beyond Moonlight's Reach

Grabbing food and then figuring out a post! Easily distractable and hard working, huh. Sort of reminds me of jiang-shi - that has to stop and count rice grains if you throw some on its path :D too bad we got none. Err, what sort of things can moon magic do? I imagine it can probably create a pretty good distraction, if nothing in the environment is good for that.

Edit: Nvm, found moon descriptions in the first post, reading now!

Also oof, I figured the bloating rodents might have been brownies, but to actually have Bartley be among them... I wonder if this is reversible.

Aesithas (D&D 5e Homebrew) - On Hiatus

Hmm, could I do a check of some sort to have I'Rajith try and figure out what the hand might have been grasping, or what sort of item might fit into it? And whether it's been removed by force or is something that's meant to be detached and reattached multiple times.

I can also post first if you'd prefer, but was thinking I could incorporate his thoughts about the result already in the next post.

Edit: Went ahead and posted pre-roll stuff, since I had enough to write about anyway B)

Echoes of a Moonless Night

𝒜𝓎𝒶𝓂𝑒

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In her relatively short time dwelling among modern humans, Ayame had found many things she liked - and twice as many she didn't. Alarm clocks were at the top of that list, so she had explicitly forbidden any from being placed within her chambers.

She had also forbidden anyone from waking her before noon, but as it turned out, humans were stubborn and rude when untrained.

“You’re not still sleeping, right?!" came the incessant voice of Karin. Her partner. Her travel companion. Her unruly servant who ought to know better than try to motivate her with empty threats.

Honestly.

"Not in this ruckus!" Ayame huffed in answer. With an exaggerated roll of her eyes and a click of her tongue, she slid off the bed with grace unfitting for her surroundings. Though she'd tried to alter the décor to her liking, the guest room remained small and simple; two things she could hardly stand.

Ayame hadn't known what sort of dwelling she expected her new companion to occupy when they'd first entered their contract, but a simple house in a simpler yet neighbourhood - if it could be called that - had not been it. During their travels, she'd seen buildings so tall they threatened to scratch at the stars. If anything, she should have lived atop one of those.

All in due time, she hoped. After all the work she'd done - or made Karin do - of late, they'd no doubt earn their own place soon enough.

Breakfast went as it usually did. Ayame enjoyed the food if not the company, eating slow and eating a lot, especially for someone her size. The family's youngest had even commented on her eating habits once.

Only once.

Much to everyone's surprise - not least Ayame's own - she didn't completely loathe bike rides. Yes, she hated what it did to her hair with or without a helmet, and finding a comfortable sitting position with a kimono as elaborate as hers was an unnecessary struggle every single time, but... she did also enjoy the speed. It was new. Exciting. Exhilarating, even, though she'd never say it out loud. She had a feeling Karin might know, though. Next time, she'd need to complain extra hard to throw her off.

Ayame followed her partner inside without a sign of hurry, pleased to see a group pass them by on their way. She couldn't imagine anything more horrendous than a trip in a packed van. And with any luck, the group that left took the only job of the day, and all that was left for her was to lounge around the HQ.

... No such luck, she realized as Karin handed her papers to read. Papers. To read! When she had Karin for that very purpose! A frown threatened to overtake the kitsune's features, but she willed back a smile - hidden partly by an elaborate fan she always kept at hand.

"Oh, but you know I'm such a slow reader. Why, if I start now, it might take hours to finish! The whole day, perhaps. That'd be so inefficient - and you do so hate inefficiency, I've noticed." She flapped her fan and batted her eyelashes. "Now, luckily you already read the whole thing, so it should take you no time at all to give me a summary. A short one, preferably."

She handed the papers back and made an ushering gesture with her hand, tone suggesting she was bestowing a great honour of some sort upon her poor human partner. "You may start. I'll lend an ear, for now."

The Death Knight's Squire [D&D 5e One Shot]

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Wager AC: 15 Hit Points: 17/17 Feature used: N/A Spells: Eldritch Blast, Mage Hand, Thaumaturgy, Charm Person, Hex equipment On body: Leather Armour, Daggers (hidden), Hollow Statuette/Arcane Focus (hidden), Dice Set In backpack: Scholar's Pack ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

There were only a few things Wager disliked - fewer yet openly - but winter had earned its place on that list long ago. He disliked it and everything that came with. The snow, clinging to him like an usurer, the freezing temperatures, forcing him to cloak himself in unbecoming wools and furs, and of course-- "Achoo!" The insistent cold. "Pardon me," Wager offered to the rest of the room's occupants, pressing a handkerchief to his nose for the umpteenth time. Not that he had to worry about waking anyone up with his sneezing - whomever stayed in the next room over had made sure they weren't going to get a wink of sleep anyhow. "I vote in favour of doing something before we all drown in her tears," he chuckled from behind his handkerchief. "Unless you'd all rather stay awake the whole night and gossip. Why, I wouldn't say no to that either!" He'd wait a moment, but assuming no one was particularly eager to bring up an interesting topic of conversation, he'd offer to make for the room adjacent to theirs and give the door a knock. ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔