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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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"If you'll excuse me, I have to go talk to one of my clutchmates about unicorns. See you next time!"


Never change, Skobeloff, never change.
She held up the item in question for him — and the rest — to see, proud as if she were a mandrill holding up a newborn lion cub.


This just in, The Lion King exists in the DnD universe and apparently Garnet saw it once.

Good for her, honestly!
Next DM's post will be up this weekend, so you've got the rest of the week if you need to add anything.
I love Runa.

What, if any, would Fellwing know about trolls in general?


Thank you, I enjoyed writing her a lot as well xD

Fellwing would know trolls are a type of fae and their societies tend to be very reclusive. They're one of the few types of fae that actually don't really interact with dragons that much, so it's surprising to see one not only close to dragon territory but also deliberately heading towards the capitol. Fellwing would also know that trolls are nocturnal, so seeing one out during the day is very odd.

I don't think she'd know much besides that. Again, they tend to keep to themselves.
There's a pause before the creatures eventually lifts it claws from its face and rises back up, placing all four paws back on the ground. Getting better look at this creature, Fellwing can see that it about two times taller than her at least and has a very bulky, muscular build. It eyes Fellwing warily, but there is a hint of hope in its expression. After a moment, it takes a couple of steps closer. It begins to speak in a deep, growly voice, "Name is... Runa. I am troll, from mountains to the North." As if to demonstrate, the troll raises a paw in a direction. "Was heading to Capitol with others when big blizzard hit. Me and my brother got separated from the rest. Tried to track them, ended up here instead." Runa lowers her head for a moment, before quickly raising it again. "Found tunnels leading to mine. Was wondering if others had camped there, but haven't found them yet. Probably not there, tunnels not very stable. Been abandoned for some time. We're hoping to leave once night falls." That hopeful expression intensifies as she looks at Fellwing. "You are dragon. Do you know way to Capitol?" She points to herself, her voice becoming a little softer as she adds, "Have you seen others like me pass through here?"




Coryn raises his head as Skobeloff gets closer to him. "I... suppose," he eventually says after a moment. He sighs. "Maybe I'll visit one of the crafters later today. Most are at the Capitol, but we should have at least one or two still around."




Rudrick nods. "Well, there you go, you're learning all the time, even before you start being fully able to fly," he says. "That's why we teach drakes to glide even as rawscales, to hopefully prepare them for the real thing." He raises his head up to the sky. "And why using the drafts between the islands are so helpful. Every clutch has to cross between islands sometime early on, and that helps them and their supervisors identify anything they need to work on as quickly as possible." He then snorts. "Though I imagine Garrock wasn't too quick to give you pointers. He was likely focused more on the task at claw."
*looks ahead in the module and laughs in Dungeon Master language*


Okay, now my hair is turning prematurely grey from anxiety.
The next time the rest of the party meets back up with Jub and Brutrumukk, they're gonna notice that Jub's hair has just gone completely grey from anxiety.
Jub the Peculiar


Jub had been struggling to try and think of what he could say that would stop Brutrumukk from running out of the room... but ended up taking so long that the barbarian ended up doing so anywhere.

"Wai- Sto- URRRGH!" Jub stammered out. He places his face in his hands for a moment, before looking over his shoulder at the ritual he had already laid out for Find Familiar. Then looked back at the door that Brutrumukk had just ran out of. He gave a loud curse in goblin before running back over to the materials, gathering them up as quickly as he could in his bag and then charging after Brutrumukk.
@Guardian Angel Haruki I'll wait until Monday before posting the next DM post because I know you work and I want to give you time to decide you want to add anything.
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