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Cao the ExiledI just remembered that, thanks to this module, custard damage is a thing.
Look forward to the super secret boss of Search for Tir na Og that does only custard damage.
No wait... consider...
Elemental Plane of Custard.
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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.
- 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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No wait... consider...
Elemental Plane of Custard.
I just remembered that, thanks to this module, custard damage is a thing.
Look forward to the super secret boss of Search for Tir na Og that does only custard damage.
Look forward to the super secret boss of Search for Tir na Og that does only custard damage.
Jub the Peculiar
Jub looked alarmed at the sudden sound, an expression that only grew when Brutrumukk voiced his desire to fight whatever had made it. "We don't know if it's the cat, Brutrumukk," Jub pointed out. "It could be... anything. And we're not exactly in top condition right now." The exhaustion in his voice was clear as he said that last sentence. He looked up at Aaliyah. "Would you know about anything that would be making that sound?" He was half-hoping she would say they had a rambunctious pet dog, or a very clumsy servant, or... something. Anything that meant they wouldn't have to fight right now.
Uh oh, Azorigal is a dragon
I have been looking forward to Tanrith's reaction to this for some time now, and it didn't disappoint.
@XxFellsingxX
Rolled a 6. No good.
Yeaaah, Beigeiros don't feel so good right now... He has the poisoned condition for the next, err, let's saying half an hour in game. (Don't worry, I won't apply it to his investigation check this time.)
Got a 18 on the intelligence check though.
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I got a 15 on an Investigation check on the map. ^_^
Okay so!
Both of you recognise this, though it takes Aaliyah a little longer as she initially thinks it's depicting the Elemental Plane of Air due to certain landmarks, like floating pieces of land and such. However, there's also a lot of things she doesn't recognise and eventually, she puts together that she is looking at a map... or rather, an ATTEMPT to map the Elemental Chaos, based on the stories Ishaan has told her about the place.
Beigeiros however recognises it almost immediately because he's likely seen it in his travels as a Plane-tender. The Plane-tenders don't often go into the Elemental Chaos because it's kind of difficult to tend to being, well, the Elemental Chaos but he likely has spied certain land marks from distance from any time he's been called to the elemental planes.
I imagine Garnet isn't terribly concerned about the map, but she would likely take a look around to see if anything else stands out to her as interesting and, uh--- acquisition-worthy. Should I roll for that instead?
Also heads up, will be gone for the rest of the week, but can resume writing next week!
Sure. Roll either 'investigation' or 'perception'.
Also, because Rush reminded me that the incorrect quotes generator existed, I got these gems...
Skobeloff: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room.
Stargaze: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.
Stargaze: You have any sunscreen?
Skobeloff: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire—
Stargaze: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.
Shieldwing: How the hell are you still alive?
Fellwing: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.
Shieldwing: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.
Shieldwing: When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.
Shieldwing: Ladies, gentlemen and Fellwing, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!
Skobeloff: A llama?
Shieldwing: No.
Skobeloff: A baby llama?
Shieldwing: No!
Skobeloff: A baby llama with a little hat on?
Shieldwing: NO!
Skobeloff: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times.
Shieldwing: I hope you understand how food poisoning works.
Skobeloff: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.
Skobeloff: You might not know this, Shieldwing, but I am a flawed person.
Shieldwing: I do know that.
Fellwing: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!
Fellwing: *sprays hairspray in their mouth*
Fellwing: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.
Stargaze: I am in charge of this disaster!
Skobeloff: I have a name, you know.
Skobeloff: People tell me I have a unique way of lighting up a room.
Stargaze: It’s called arson and those people are called witnesses.
Stargaze: You have any sunscreen?
Skobeloff: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire—
Stargaze: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.
Shieldwing: How the hell are you still alive?
Fellwing: Honestly, I’m just as confused as you are.
Shieldwing: Legend says that when you can’t sleep, it means you’re awake in someone else’s dreams.
Shieldwing: When I find out who you are, I’m going to punch you in the face.
Shieldwing: Ladies, gentlemen and Fellwing, I want to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld!
Skobeloff: A llama?
Shieldwing: No.
Skobeloff: A baby llama?
Shieldwing: No!
Skobeloff: A baby llama with a little hat on?
Shieldwing: NO!
Skobeloff: When I get Doordash I order 20 Cheeseburgers at a time and heat them up throughout the week so that I don’t have to pay the delivery fee multiple times.
Shieldwing: I hope you understand how food poisoning works.
Skobeloff: I hope food poisoning understands how I work. I never met a burger i couldn’t eat.
Skobeloff: You might not know this, Shieldwing, but I am a flawed person.
Shieldwing: I do know that.
Fellwing: Welcome to my very first vlog, in which I try different hair products!
Fellwing: *sprays hairspray in their mouth*
Fellwing: Well, right off the bat I can tell you this one is not very good.
Stargaze: I am in charge of this disaster!
Skobeloff: I have a name, you know.
I can only interpret Arndells 14 as this not being the first time he's done this
I chose to interpret it as "he really wasn't expecting to have to wax lyrical about Raella's magical skills while they were in the middle of nowhere"..
Which, tbf, is his own fault. He should always be prepared to tell everyone how great Raella is.
Planning on getting a new DM post up at the weekend. Apologies for the delay ^^; The most recent Tir na Og post was kicking my ass.
New DM post! Apologies if this one is a little rough, I've been busier than expected these last couple of weeks and am a bit drained.
Great Bazaar, Market Ward, Sigil > ???, Tradegate, the Outlands
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The hag wordlessly scooped out some ice cream out of one of the tubs before handing it to Garnet. "Enjoy," she says. Her voice is cheerful but she still eyes the goblin warily.
As Aaliyah taps the coin against the door frame, light begins to ripple in the centre, spreading outwards until it envelopes the whole doorway. Within the light, the faint, fuzzy impression of the inside of a shop begins to form, though distinctly different from that of Trailblazers. This shop seems bigger, brighter and a lot messier, with several loose scrolls of paper dotted around the room, from the floor, to the desks, to some hanging on the walls. As the first adventurer steps through, the image ripples and shivers before becoming stable one more. As the group files through, Lissandra calls out one last time.
"Good luck to you all," she says. She even gives a smile towards Garnet, still very much amused by the goblin's behaviour. "Hope you all find what you're looking for."
Upon entering the portal, the group finds themselves in what that they can clearly tell is a cartographer's shop, and the papers they've seen all over the place are in fact maps of... varying qualities and states of completion. Sitting at the desk, currently working on one such map is a gnome man. He doesn't look round at the group at first but does call out, "Just a minute!" as if he is aware they are standing there. After a few moments, he turns to them, not seeming at all shocked by their sudden appearance.
He motions towards the map he has been working on. "What do you think?" he says, smiling expectantly as he waits for someone's opinion.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
Thankfully, Abasi seemed to have no more verbal responses to Zaraknyvr, merely an irritated shake of his head before turning his attention to the task at hand: helping Tabiah locate the correct barrel. The cat jumped down from his owner's shoulder and onto the lid of one of the barrels, sniffing at it curiously. After a moment, he jumped to another one and did the same. He did this a couple more times before calling out with an almost mournful meow. Tabiah walked over to the barrel he was sitting on and gestured for him to jump down. He did so, and Tabiah opened the lid. If Zaraknvyr was paying attention, he would notice than none of these barrels had their top rings, implying they'd been opened and emptied at some point once Riaen or some other staff member had verified their status as portals, though the scent of alcohol still lingered on them.
Tabiah tapped the stone to the barrel and light started to fill the container. "Well, that could of been trickier," she says. She motions for Abasi to stand on her shoulder once more, and the cat quickly obliges, going back to lounging round his owner's neck. Tabiah then turns to Zaraknyvr. "Ready to get going?" she asks.
Ulgad pauses for a moment at Fyodor's question. "Why?" he repeats. "Eh, a few different reasons, I suppose. I don't really venture into the Outlands that often. Don't really want to run into any of my old packmates." He gives a small, slightly nervous laugh. "But I suppose I was curious to see it again, see what's changed, what's stayed the same. And well, a whole realm of the gods disappearing is worth some investigation, I think. I don't put much stock in deities these days, but I know a lot of people do. It brings them comfort I think, and the multiverse could use any source of comfort." He shrugs. "And from what I've heard, the deities of Tir na Og are some of the more... personable ones, for lack of a better word. They're not actively malevolent or destructive, but they're not overly righteous either. They're not as desperate to impose their will on mortals as some other deities are. They're just there. They're existing, like the rest of us. I think we need more deities like that."
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
On his mistress' command, Arndell gives a few small coughs to clear his throat. He then begins regaling those around the fire - the crowd of which is slowly growing as Rath starts cooking the boar - with a story of Raella using her outstanding magical ability to put out a fire in one of the many libraries they had visited on Raella's quest for magical knowledge. Of course, he left out a few parts, like how Raella was now banned from said library due to destroying the less magical texts in an attempt to put out said fire, and he stumbled slightly as he had to edit around any other bits that would paint Raella in anything resembling a negative light. It wasn't his best retelling, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was adequate. It even earned him an applause from Rath and a couple of the other people gathering around the campfire.
"Story round the campfire, always a lovely thing," Rath says. He then tears a leg off the boar he has cook and hands it to Raella and Arndell.
The edge of Sarceron's lips tugged slightly upwards, as if he was barely suppressing a smile as Tanrith thanked the Plane-tenders for looking out for the Wylders... then it became an actual smile when the kobold made a dig at the Doomguard's name.
Thankfully, Faelee didn't seem to offended by the statement, giving her own smile and a shrug. "Hey, I didn't name the thing," she says. "Never been a fan of the name, myself. Doesn't feel like it properly showcases the philosophy..."
"The philosophy that everything will eventually wither and die, you mean," Sarceron says, somewhat coolly.
"Everything does wither and die, Sarceron," Faelee responds. "That's not a philosophy, that's just a fact. What matters is how you respond to that fact, how you choose to live your life knowing that." Before she can continue this point, however - or before Sarceron can make a response - her expression freezes for a moment and one of her ears perks up as if she hears something, though any attempts by Tanrith to try and percieve will yield no results. She raises up a hand. "Speaking of, we should take a few steps away from the lake. Azorigal is about to resurface." She takes a step back, as do Vivir and Rhuk.
Sarceron's brow furrows and he's about to open his mouth when large ripples start to form on the water just before something large breaks the surface, sending a cascade of water droplets in all directions. Flailing around in the water, a strange fish dangling from its jaws, is a young adult dragon, its scales translucent like coloured quartz and catching the light in a dazzling fashion that makes some parts of its body appear yellow and others a lime green. Its wings are odd, as if someone accidentally put them on backwards, and the spines on its back also aren't technically making contact with its body, instead floating above it as if held aloft by some invisible force. The dragon struggles with its prey for a moment before the fish in its jaws eventually goes limp, allowing the dragon to stand back up to its full height unburdened before making its way to the edge of lake. It deposits the barely-still-alive fish on the grass before taking a deep breath, as if has sourly missed the feeling of air in its lungs.
"I swear by Sardior," the dragon says loudly in common. "If I never have to submerge myself in another body of water, it will be too soon." It begins to crawl its way out of the lake, shaking itself as it does so and sending yet more water shooting off from its body. By this point, Sarceron, Faelee, Rhuk and Vivir are all thoroughly drenched.
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The hag wordlessly scooped out some ice cream out of one of the tubs before handing it to Garnet. "Enjoy," she says. Her voice is cheerful but she still eyes the goblin warily.
As Aaliyah taps the coin against the door frame, light begins to ripple in the centre, spreading outwards until it envelopes the whole doorway. Within the light, the faint, fuzzy impression of the inside of a shop begins to form, though distinctly different from that of Trailblazers. This shop seems bigger, brighter and a lot messier, with several loose scrolls of paper dotted around the room, from the floor, to the desks, to some hanging on the walls. As the first adventurer steps through, the image ripples and shivers before becoming stable one more. As the group files through, Lissandra calls out one last time.
"Good luck to you all," she says. She even gives a smile towards Garnet, still very much amused by the goblin's behaviour. "Hope you all find what you're looking for."
Upon entering the portal, the group finds themselves in what that they can clearly tell is a cartographer's shop, and the papers they've seen all over the place are in fact maps of... varying qualities and states of completion. Sitting at the desk, currently working on one such map is a gnome man. He doesn't look round at the group at first but does call out, "Just a minute!" as if he is aware they are standing there. After a few moments, he turns to them, not seeming at all shocked by their sudden appearance.
He motions towards the map he has been working on. "What do you think?" he says, smiling expectantly as he waits for someone's opinion.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999 @Fading Memory
Thankfully, Abasi seemed to have no more verbal responses to Zaraknyvr, merely an irritated shake of his head before turning his attention to the task at hand: helping Tabiah locate the correct barrel. The cat jumped down from his owner's shoulder and onto the lid of one of the barrels, sniffing at it curiously. After a moment, he jumped to another one and did the same. He did this a couple more times before calling out with an almost mournful meow. Tabiah walked over to the barrel he was sitting on and gestured for him to jump down. He did so, and Tabiah opened the lid. If Zaraknvyr was paying attention, he would notice than none of these barrels had their top rings, implying they'd been opened and emptied at some point once Riaen or some other staff member had verified their status as portals, though the scent of alcohol still lingered on them.
Tabiah tapped the stone to the barrel and light started to fill the container. "Well, that could of been trickier," she says. She motions for Abasi to stand on her shoulder once more, and the cat quickly obliges, going back to lounging round his owner's neck. Tabiah then turns to Zaraknyvr. "Ready to get going?" she asks.
Ulgad pauses for a moment at Fyodor's question. "Why?" he repeats. "Eh, a few different reasons, I suppose. I don't really venture into the Outlands that often. Don't really want to run into any of my old packmates." He gives a small, slightly nervous laugh. "But I suppose I was curious to see it again, see what's changed, what's stayed the same. And well, a whole realm of the gods disappearing is worth some investigation, I think. I don't put much stock in deities these days, but I know a lot of people do. It brings them comfort I think, and the multiverse could use any source of comfort." He shrugs. "And from what I've heard, the deities of Tir na Og are some of the more... personable ones, for lack of a better word. They're not actively malevolent or destructive, but they're not overly righteous either. They're not as desperate to impose their will on mortals as some other deities are. They're just there. They're existing, like the rest of us. I think we need more deities like that."
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
On his mistress' command, Arndell gives a few small coughs to clear his throat. He then begins regaling those around the fire - the crowd of which is slowly growing as Rath starts cooking the boar - with a story of Raella using her outstanding magical ability to put out a fire in one of the many libraries they had visited on Raella's quest for magical knowledge. Of course, he left out a few parts, like how Raella was now banned from said library due to destroying the less magical texts in an attempt to put out said fire, and he stumbled slightly as he had to edit around any other bits that would paint Raella in anything resembling a negative light. It wasn't his best retelling, by any stretch of the imagination, but it was adequate. It even earned him an applause from Rath and a couple of the other people gathering around the campfire.
"Story round the campfire, always a lovely thing," Rath says. He then tears a leg off the boar he has cook and hands it to Raella and Arndell.
The edge of Sarceron's lips tugged slightly upwards, as if he was barely suppressing a smile as Tanrith thanked the Plane-tenders for looking out for the Wylders... then it became an actual smile when the kobold made a dig at the Doomguard's name.
Thankfully, Faelee didn't seem to offended by the statement, giving her own smile and a shrug. "Hey, I didn't name the thing," she says. "Never been a fan of the name, myself. Doesn't feel like it properly showcases the philosophy..."
"The philosophy that everything will eventually wither and die, you mean," Sarceron says, somewhat coolly.
"Everything does wither and die, Sarceron," Faelee responds. "That's not a philosophy, that's just a fact. What matters is how you respond to that fact, how you choose to live your life knowing that." Before she can continue this point, however - or before Sarceron can make a response - her expression freezes for a moment and one of her ears perks up as if she hears something, though any attempts by Tanrith to try and percieve will yield no results. She raises up a hand. "Speaking of, we should take a few steps away from the lake. Azorigal is about to resurface." She takes a step back, as do Vivir and Rhuk.
Sarceron's brow furrows and he's about to open his mouth when large ripples start to form on the water just before something large breaks the surface, sending a cascade of water droplets in all directions. Flailing around in the water, a strange fish dangling from its jaws, is a young adult dragon, its scales translucent like coloured quartz and catching the light in a dazzling fashion that makes some parts of its body appear yellow and others a lime green. Its wings are odd, as if someone accidentally put them on backwards, and the spines on its back also aren't technically making contact with its body, instead floating above it as if held aloft by some invisible force. The dragon struggles with its prey for a moment before the fish in its jaws eventually goes limp, allowing the dragon to stand back up to its full height unburdened before making its way to the edge of lake. It deposits the barely-still-alive fish on the grass before taking a deep breath, as if has sourly missed the feeling of air in its lungs.
"I swear by Sardior," the dragon says loudly in common. "If I never have to submerge myself in another body of water, it will be too soon." It begins to crawl its way out of the lake, shaking itself as it does so and sending yet more water shooting off from its body. By this point, Sarceron, Faelee, Rhuk and Vivir are all thoroughly drenched.
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