Just a head's up for this month: posts might take a little longer than usual due to the fact that I am attempting to write a novel for NaNoWriMo. Don't worry, I will still be around if ya'll need anything.
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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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I'm doing alright. You?
Pretty alright, actually.
Happy Een of Hallows everyone, how ya'll doin'?
When did we pass the 3 year mark and why does it not feel like it has been that long?
I think that's a glitch, because the first post was Jan 2022, so yeah... not three years yet.
... but soon.
I was actually re-reading through the Household PDF and found this:
So yeah... confirmed.
"Those who secured a Contract with the Hearth and
swore their fidelity to the Master, took the name of
Broonies, and went on to become the modern Boggarts.
So yeah... confirmed.
Well, it's funny you should point that out, because internally I keep accidentally referring to the boggarts in Household as 'brownies'. Because that's what they more closely resemble to me in the way they are portrayed.
Though, funnily enough, in folklore, brownies can turn into boggarts when sufficiently angered so... *shrugs*
Someone with Jub's condition probably shouldn't be on social media, tbh, and I think he'd learn that very quickly.
Zaraknvyr reached to stop Tabiah when she offered to 'go first' and 'make sure the coast was clear'. There were two things wrong with that:
1) If she went first, it could only possibly be to warn those on the other side of a portal to ambush him when he himself passed through.
2) If the coast was rife with danger, his need of the feline required him to go first to ensure Tabiah's own survival.
However, a third idea crept into his mind that was worse than both of those combined.
3) If Zaraknvyr goes first, Tabiah may still be here when those Bleakers inevitably come down in search of this very same portal.
His hand retracts and he nods. Those Bleakers poaching his wizard would be the worst possible reality of all, and thus he lets Tabiah proceed.
Zaraknyvr's got his priorities all sorted out, I see.
New post. Because Fading hadn't posted yet I haven't furthered what was happening with him (though funnily enough if Fyodor and co go through the portal now, they're going to run into him again which should be interesting considering how tense their last encounter was)
Manyroads' Maps, Tradegate, the Outlands
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo
Melvin didn't seem at all put off by Mariel's straightforward demeanor. In fact, her questions only seemed to fuel his enthusiasm. "I do indeed!" He gets up from his desk and starts heading towards the shelves, all while still addressing the party. "Though, the map of after is still very much in-progress. Haven't had too much time on my hands recently to do another tour through the Outlands, beautiful and mysterious as they are. While not as ever-shifting as some realms, it does change over time, sometimes in the subtlest of ways, and seems a little different depending on who's viewpoint you're looking through. Especially when you start drifting out beyond the gate-towns, towards the Hinterlands... now where did I put that?" He begins shuffling through shelves and drawers for a bit, mumbling to himself before he finally lets out a very loud "Aha!" and comes running back to show Mariel. He seems he's about to launch into a long explanation when Garnet interjects and he turns round, looking at her as if he's only just realising she's there.
"Hm? Was wondering where I put that," Melvin says, placing the maps on his desk for Mariel to look over before making his way over to where Garnet is. He doesn't seem to have registered that she took it from him and just attempts pluck it from her claws while muttering "Thank you!" as if she handed it to him... which she very much did not, but he acts like she did.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999
Jarret scowled at Fyodor, but otherwise said nothing, passing him to follow the others into the cellar.
The Bleakers will find it as Zaraknyvr and Tabiah left it, with the wine barrel still open and the portal flickering within, though it is steadily growing weaker.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
As Tanrith turned back towards the group after his failed attempts to heal the tree, he'd notice Sarceron was watching him. When he approaches the firbolg to apologise, he merely holds up a hand. "It's not your fault," he mutters. His tone is cold, but its easy to tell that said coldness is not aimed at Tanrith. His eyes then turn towards Azorigal, and then back to Faelee as the other firbolg turns to address Raella.
Nobody really reacts much to Raella's flashy introduction. At most, Faelee raises an eyebrow in an amused fashion while Vivir and Rhuk share a look. "Library? What do you..." Faelee begins before realisation then creeps over her face. "Oh you mean Ogma's House of Knowledge?" She smiles, seeming somewhat amused about something. "Oh yes I suppose you could consider that 'a library' of sorts." She then bows her head towards Raella. "Yes, we are looking for it. I'm Faelee. I used to live there, so the Doomguard thought I would be the best person to head up this expedition." She then glances around the empty field, which is growing foggier by the moment. "They might be a little disappointed with our finds however. This feels a lot less like Tir na Og was destroyed and more like it was never here in the first place, which is fascinating in its own way I suppose but very much not something the Doomguard might be particularly interested in."
Sarceron looks over at Faelee, looking absolutely frustrated with the detached way she's talking about their former home. However, he decides not to say anything, instead turning away. "I probably should gather the other Plane-tenders and tell them that Tir na Thuinn is gone as well." He then glances over at the damaged tree. "Maybe get some of our druids to tend to that. Might be something that can still be done for it." He gives Faelee one last look, completely ignoring the other Doomguard members and Raella before glancing over at Tanrith. He gives the kobold a nod, and even in his grim state, its easy to see that the firbolg has the most appreciation for him out of the others gathered around the lake. He then starts to leave.
"What's his problem?" Azorigal says while Sarceron is definitely not out of hearing range. He motions with a claw towards the tree. "I mean, it's just a tree. There are tons of them. That's what forests are, right? Lots of trees in one space?"
@Lurking Krog @Abstract Proxy @Guardian Angel Haruki @Vertigo
Melvin didn't seem at all put off by Mariel's straightforward demeanor. In fact, her questions only seemed to fuel his enthusiasm. "I do indeed!" He gets up from his desk and starts heading towards the shelves, all while still addressing the party. "Though, the map of after is still very much in-progress. Haven't had too much time on my hands recently to do another tour through the Outlands, beautiful and mysterious as they are. While not as ever-shifting as some realms, it does change over time, sometimes in the subtlest of ways, and seems a little different depending on who's viewpoint you're looking through. Especially when you start drifting out beyond the gate-towns, towards the Hinterlands... now where did I put that?" He begins shuffling through shelves and drawers for a bit, mumbling to himself before he finally lets out a very loud "Aha!" and comes running back to show Mariel. He seems he's about to launch into a long explanation when Garnet interjects and he turns round, looking at her as if he's only just realising she's there.
"Hm? Was wondering where I put that," Melvin says, placing the maps on his desk for Mariel to look over before making his way over to where Garnet is. He doesn't seem to have registered that she took it from him and just attempts pluck it from her claws while muttering "Thank you!" as if she handed it to him... which she very much did not, but he acts like she did.
Ubiquitous Wayfarer, Lower Ward, Sigil
@rush99999
Jarret scowled at Fyodor, but otherwise said nothing, passing him to follow the others into the cellar.
The Bleakers will find it as Zaraknyvr and Tabiah left it, with the wine barrel still open and the portal flickering within, though it is steadily growing weaker.
Former site of Tir na Og, the Outlands
@Digizel @Rune_Alchemist
As Tanrith turned back towards the group after his failed attempts to heal the tree, he'd notice Sarceron was watching him. When he approaches the firbolg to apologise, he merely holds up a hand. "It's not your fault," he mutters. His tone is cold, but its easy to tell that said coldness is not aimed at Tanrith. His eyes then turn towards Azorigal, and then back to Faelee as the other firbolg turns to address Raella.
Nobody really reacts much to Raella's flashy introduction. At most, Faelee raises an eyebrow in an amused fashion while Vivir and Rhuk share a look. "Library? What do you..." Faelee begins before realisation then creeps over her face. "Oh you mean Ogma's House of Knowledge?" She smiles, seeming somewhat amused about something. "Oh yes I suppose you could consider that 'a library' of sorts." She then bows her head towards Raella. "Yes, we are looking for it. I'm Faelee. I used to live there, so the Doomguard thought I would be the best person to head up this expedition." She then glances around the empty field, which is growing foggier by the moment. "They might be a little disappointed with our finds however. This feels a lot less like Tir na Og was destroyed and more like it was never here in the first place, which is fascinating in its own way I suppose but very much not something the Doomguard might be particularly interested in."
Sarceron looks over at Faelee, looking absolutely frustrated with the detached way she's talking about their former home. However, he decides not to say anything, instead turning away. "I probably should gather the other Plane-tenders and tell them that Tir na Thuinn is gone as well." He then glances over at the damaged tree. "Maybe get some of our druids to tend to that. Might be something that can still be done for it." He gives Faelee one last look, completely ignoring the other Doomguard members and Raella before glancing over at Tanrith. He gives the kobold a nod, and even in his grim state, its easy to see that the firbolg has the most appreciation for him out of the others gathered around the lake. He then starts to leave.
"What's his problem?" Azorigal says while Sarceron is definitely not out of hearing range. He motions with a claw towards the tree. "I mean, it's just a tree. There are tons of them. That's what forests are, right? Lots of trees in one space?"
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