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Fell, she/they, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I am the GM of two tabletop roleplays on this very site:

- Beyond Moonlight's Reach, a story of four young dragons growing up in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world, and using the Powered by the Apocalypse game Epyllion.

- Search for Tir na Og, a DnD 5e campaign set in the Planescape setting where a group of strangers from all across the multiverse come together to solve the mystery about what happened to the Celtic gods after they and their homelands were mysteriously spirited away.

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Oh shit, is Brutrumukk paying for everything except the herbs?
Jub, only a few minutes ago: Nothing about this place can surprise me anymore.
The Darklings: So you might be a dad one day.
Jub, now: WHAT THE FU-
Jub the Peculiar


Anyone who was paying attention Jub's face would notice he was getting physically more exhausted with each 'price' the two Darklings read off. For some reason, he had just expected that gold pieces were valid here. Silly him, expecting the Feywild to do anything the normal way.

The first few asks weren't too bad - changing his blood and eye colour wasn't going to make him any less appealing to the common bystander. The full moon one was... strange. And vaguely worded enough that he wasn't exactly sure what it meant.

But it was the final two prices that really got him.

He tried to think about what even his most cherished memory was. He seemed to remember earlier on he and the rest of the group had been having an conversation about the memory of the best gift they'd ever recieved. That he was able to answer pretty quickly, as he'd recieved so few gifts in his life. But the most cherished memory he had? Ever? He wasn't even sure he could answer that question of the top of his head.

And then...

"And finally, the brass brazier...we have seen that your first born shall carve a great destiny for themselves! We want the custody of the child starting at the moment of their birth."

Jub just looked blankly at the two darklings for a long moment before giving an audible "Huh?!" Never in his life has he ever considered having children, and now he'd just been told that not only might he have one someday, but they were going to be special enough that the fey wanted custody of them.

"I... need to sit down," Jub said. He wasn't even paying attention to anything Brutrumukk was saying, he was so flabbergasted by this revelation.
Merry Christmas, everyone! I'll try and get a post up at some point over the next couple days... just need to figure out what Jub's response to all this is.

On a side note: guess who got the Planescape box set for Christmas? So, at some point, I may be DMing my first game, set in a certain City of Doors... mayhaps even on this very website. (Though it probably won't be any time soon. I'm juggling quite a few RPs as it is.)
I know I said it would take a while for the next post, but as it stands it's very unlikely I'll have something up before New Year's Day. I got busier than expected these last couple of weeks, and sitting down to write a longer post has been tricky because my attention span seems to be all over the place right now.

Apologies for the delay, I'll have something up next month. I wish you all happy holidays and good new year, and I look forward to more dragon shenanigans in 2024!
Today I have learned that mind flayer gnomes exist. I cannot for the life of me decide whether they are unsettling or adorable.


Careful, you'll give Haruki more ideas on how she can ruin Brutrumukk's day over in our Witchlight campaign.
Brutrumukk too strong, please nerf.
Don't worry about the brazier. It isn't consumed by the spell and it doesn't have a required value, so you can replace that with your wand.


Oh yeah, that makes sense...

... though that does mean that Jub is now saddled with the idea that he's might to have a kid one day, and that's going to haunt him for while.
... so that's a lot to unpack right there.

Duskmallow Pie <--> Your skin becomes hot pink in direct sun light.

Wow, the Feywild really has it out for Brutrumukk's dignity today, don't they? First they turn him into a gnome, now they tell him his skin is going to turn pink in direct sunlight. On top of that, the only clothes they have for him are a jester costume. Guy can't catch a break.

Mug of Bumblebeer <--> Even the smallest explosion looks like a nuclear detonation to you.

Considering what we just learned about darklings, that's... concerning.

Jester Costume <--> Your blood is now alabaster white.

The most terrifying thing about this is that it made me realise I don't actually know what colour goblin blood normally is. I've been assuming it's red, but now I think about it, maybe it isn't.

Herbs <--> The color of your eyes.

I'm curious about what this actually means. Does this mean his eyes are going to turn monochrome? Or is he going to lose his irises entirely?

Incense <--> On a full moon you think and act like you have transformed into a lycanthrope but in fact don’t.

This sounds absolutely hilarious actually, I'm on board.

Charcoal <--> You lose your most treasured memory.

*sighs* Feywild, why you like this?

Brass Brazier <--> Your firstborn shall carve out a great destiny but will be taken from you at the moment of its birth, either through the fey arriving and taking it or its mortal body arriving as a still birth and it's soul being born into the fey wild.

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Jub is staring at these two darklings right now. He was never planning on having kids. He is so fucking confused.
imagine: Jub has to literally give over one of his kidneys in order to get the stuff for his ritual, but then it doesn't work because it technically wasn't worth 10gp.

That's a very Feywild logic thing, I can imagine them pulling some shit like that.
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