Can be anything! About the world, my room, me, or something random. I will not answer questions that are uncomfortable for me.
You can ask here (the ask box) or here (in comments and reblogs).â
All questions I am comfortable drawing an answer to, I will! Each question will be responded to with a drawing or two. You can ask anything really as long as it is appropriate and follows tumblr guidelines. I will not reply to heavily sexual questions. I will not close this for along time, so even if this post is old, feel free to still leave a question. I don't start school again until September so I have time to. If you don't have a question either that is ok! You can also just interact with him by saying a statement or joking around by giving him a fish or something. Questions about other OCs are also welcome.
I redrew a drawing I didn't like (and never posted I don't think). It is of my guy meeting his best friend/crush, Ren, after roughly 7 years of Ren having faked his death. As the image says, Ren has a copy of the coat my guy wore as a child. Over the years of being away from my guy, he started to feel really guilty and missed my guy. So he got a copy of it for comfort.
Now, fun fact! This is actually happing today! The exact day I post this is the day we are theoretically meeting him in game. My guy who will be going by either his usual name or Alder now, will be learning his dead best friend is alive. I plan for him to actually do this image here.
Bit of a content warning here cause I dunno if some people might not like one part of this. There is a death of a character in this but itâs not that bad
The Shift of Power
It was a dark overcast day, rain was soon to come. Though two people inside a carriage could not care less about these conditions. Unlike most they were wealthy and sheltered by their ride. Instead of preparing for the storm they were preparing for something far more important.
On one side of the seats there was a pale blue tiefling man in druid robes and a dark cloak slung over his shoulders. Also there was a white, ritualistic mask at his hip. Across from him sat a man in a posh looking outfit. An ironed suit that frilled out at the wrists and feet. He had light brown hair, almost blonde. He sat up straight in a very disciplined manner.
âRains comingâ the man in the suit said
âTis a fitting day for the rainâ the druid said flatly
The carriage came to a halt at a large building, outside of the capital, an embassy for Fealanor in Exmara. The pair walked inside and up to the front desk where the druid stepped up
âOzwald Fector and Sirrus Tori here to meet Miss Martrisâ He said to the record keeper, before sliding him a bag of coins which he accepted. As Oz and Sirrus walked further into the building Sirrus led the way into some darker, less walked halls.
The halls led further down into the depths of the building into places even Ozwald didnât know existed, he was impressed by the length these druids went to to hide their important figures âYou Choir people are like the dwarvesâ he commented
âDo not compare us to those tunnel rats Ozwald, youâre only here because I needed an escort. Do not get in the way of my workâ Sirrus said looking over his shoulder and putting the ritualistic mask on his face.
With that Sirrus stepped through a set of doors into a large rectangular room, banners lined the length of the corridor as well as some along the back with the symbol of the nation of Faelanor. At the end of the room was a set of stairs leading up to four chairs situated in a semi-circle. Only one person was at her seat, Miss Martis, an earth druid here waiting on her other leaders for a meeting with the Emperor.
She looked over and spotted the two, her face went from a welcoming smile to a look of alarm âSirrus? What are you two doing here? This is a private meeting between Faelanor and Emperor Igna! The Hollow Choir is not welcomed here.
Sirrus continued to step forward âI simply came to pay a visit and ask you about what we discussed a few days ago. I believe that if-â
âNo Sirrus!â The woman said in almost a shout âI will not permit your extremists to go any further than you already haveâ
âI was afraid youâd say thatâ Sirrus said âI brought someone here who might be able to change your mindâ As he spoke the doors opened again and Ozwald stepped out into the room causing Martis to stand from her seat âYou brought someone in here who has no business with us!â
âActually I do have business here, Miss Martis.â Ozwald spoke as he walked down the hall âSee I have invested some rather hefty resources into the Hollow Choir and as part of our deal they would help out around Exmara with some of my loose ends.â Oz explained to her walking forward with Sirrus âYou see I run an organization called the Magi Imperium and Emperor Igna gives me almost entirely free reign over my work but the little I cannot do these people can. Not to mention the resources that we share we make a pretty solid alliance to further our interests in Aura. And you are the only one stopping our progressâ
Martis glared at the pair as they were at the flight of stairs leading to the seats. âYou both are way out of line! If you think you can scare me into submission then youâre dead wrong!â She said angrily.
Sirrus climbed the stairs as druid guards stood by and watched âThink of all the good we can do if Oz and I accomplish our goals Martis-â
âNo.â She said sternly âIf you think I will just let you two boss Faelanor around and go unchecked then you-â she was cut off as Sirrus plunged a dagger into her abdomen. The guards in the room didnât budge.
âI know.â Sirrus said âYou would never let me have any other choice. From now on I will take your seat on the council and our alliance will thrive. You are doing your people a great service Miss Martisâ With that Sirrus grabbed the councilwoman and threw her down the stairs.
Her body tumbled, thudding and banging against the stone floor as it finally came to rest on its back at the bottom near Ozwald who stared down at her, though his face was blank, his eyes shown with ambition and at the paths open to him now that she was out of his way.
âCouncilwoman Martis was a strong and brave leader, not afraid to stand up to those she opposed.. She will be given a heroâs burial and the word will be spread to all of Aura that she was assassinated by magic users from Brassholt. Martis will live on in our hearts as a Martyr to our causeâ Sirrus said to all in the room as he descended from the stairs.
Two guards came over and took the councilwoman's body away as Ozwald and Sirrus walked out of the embassy like nothing had happened.
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Hello Hello! THIS IS IT! I am so hype for posting this one, itâs probably my most favorite story from this campaign!
Oswald is the leader of Edwinâs group and who Sirrus is is a secret. All I can say is he leads a cult called the Hollow Choir. The cult was responsible for attacks on towns and led to one of the largest cities in Exmara being destroyed.
This story is probably the most important to the main plot of any of the others Iâve posted and will lead to utter chaos later on!
Asta stumbled backwards, her eyes wide as tears filled them as she stared up at the sword aimed at the man that just a few moments ago had been explaining something to Edwin. She had not been in the room until she heard Edwin unclear a volley of curses so the topic was unknown to her
âE-Edwin..â she said in a whisper. Though she had not known the man long she had never seen him acting this way. He was shouting angrily, cursing, and now threatening an innocent old man with his sword.
Edwin scrambled out the door as if he was a cornered animal finding an escape from death, dropping his weapon and leaving Asta and the old man alone together. She was clutching the knife Ditari had given her just earlier that day, terrified sheâd have to use it already and against the person that took her in and had even started to consider as a second father.
Edwin was gone but Asta could hear his anguished shouts from across the street inside that destroyed house. Slowly and with the old man attempting to comfort her she picked up Edwinâs soaked glove and sword he dropped.
With Edwinâs things gathered Asta stepped out into the dark street, she stared out the house now hearing a violin coming from its walls. She felt frozen, she wanted to go to Edwin but when she tried that a moment ago he pushed her away and drew his sword. Her sense got the better of her and she scurried away along the dark streets trying to run back to the Dew Drop Inn.
The sun had yet to rise as she went to the inn, Asta was jumping at every noise she heard. She was breathing heavily and looking over her shoulder for a danger that wasn't there. She clutched her necklace and summoned Pookie, sticking close to the massive creature as she walked with him.
Eventually the girl got to the Dew Drop and hurried inside, Pookie following close behind her as she went inside Edwin's room and got onto the bed with the dog. Asta put her arms around the dog, sobbing quietly as the adrenaline starting to come down. She tried to sleep but it never came as the events of the night replayed in her head over and over. Asta saw her conversation with Edwin as they left and how happy she felt but always thought back to hearing Edwin's shouting and how scary he got when he was like that. The thought just made her clutch onto Pookie more as she laid there still sobbing silently.
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Hello Hello! Here is the consequences of dear Edwinâs actions. He had just learned his best friend whom he believes is dead was taken forcibly from his home after being tricked into killing his family by their boss. So Edwin lost his mind and held his adopted kid and an old man at sword point.
Pookie is a magical familiar dog that Asta has for protection and this was her first time using him so thatâs fun!
The next post is a good one! Itâs probably the best thing Iâve written so keep your eye peeled!
It was overcast, a light mist falling onto Magna, the capital city of Exmara. The grey sky seemingly covering the entire area in a dark, cold, and wet blanket. The streets of the capital were full of citizens and tourists alike. Each was person going about their business, whether that be shopping or some adventurers haggling the price for some gear or supplies. It was all background noise for one lone girl walking through the bustling streets.
A girl in a cloak walked down the street against the crowd, the hood up hiding most of her features although the bright jester uniform could be seen underneath. She kept her head down as her sapphire eyes darted to and fro as if expecting someone to jump out at her.
She eventually turned down into a large open area where some tents were set up, the sign at the gate read âMantaâs Magnificent Muradersâ Jess went into the large tent and looked around. A man dressed in a ringmasters outfit came up to her âOh you seem lost maâm how can I help you? My name is Manta and itâs quite the pleasureâ he said quickly, like he was on a caffeine high.
Jess looked down as she shook his hand âI- am uh.. looking for work Iâm a jester you see.â she explained nervously
âHmm well we are kind of full here, how about I see if I can work something out for you eh? Come back in a few hours and Iâll let you knowâ he said
Jess wanted to cry but held it in. She had heard a variation of this from every show she tried to go join. She was so low on money and was getting desperate. She walked out of the gates, head hung in defeat and went to the nearby tavern.
Sitting down inside the rather cozy tavern with some ale she pulled out a piece of paper advertising the great Maw Firestarterâs performances âPlease if this is you⊠please get my letterâŠâ she muttered under her breath as she rested her head on her arms on the table.
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Hello Hello!! Wowzas I forgot I can pot on tumblr. This one is less exciting than the last one âThe Aftermathâ (which is one of my favorite stories Iâve made)
This one here follows Jessica or Jess, a person from a players backstory in my dnd game, she is a jester who is struggling to find work after her previous circus broke up.
I got some juicy stories cooking up so stay tuned!!
It was unbelievably still, the darkness was all Ren could see. Suddenly gasping for air as he returned to consciousness and an agonized cry came from his lips as the burning pain struck his nerves. Behind him the ornate stone building that once stood was gone as the flames from its remains shot up into the sky.
The freezing snow underneath Ren hardly eased the pain as he crawled away from the inferno erupting behind him. The sounds of voices from bystanders and authorities were faint buzzes as he kept crawling. He clenched his teeth, forcing himself to keep quiet as the people came to the scene, he couldnât be spotted by any of them so he made his way towards some buildings hoping that nobody noticed him or the trail he left as he dragged himself. Ren could only make it so far as his body gave out and darkness overtook him once again.
As he came to, Ren looked around, the smell of cinnamon filled his nose and he was wrapped up in bandages. His injuries were still warm but didnât hurt as bad as before when he had been caught in the blaze. Before him was a dwarf with long grey braided hair and a braided beard. He had warm eyes and piercings on his eyebrows. He was smoking a pipe and checking on whatever the source of that cinnamon smell was.
He turned around and chuckled deeply âwell looks like you are a tough one after all, kidâ he said, a gravely tone in his voice.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes Ren looked up at the dwarf and winced as he spoke, his throat hoarse from smoke âwha- where am I?â
âYouâre safe in my home, you were caught in that explosion last nightâ the dwarf explained âI found you passed out in the snow and so I brought you here, got you warm, and then tended to those burns you got. Iâm Orik, youâre in Nixâ
âNix?â Ren asked a bit dazed still.
âThe town we are in. Take it easy kid youâre in no shape to do much right nowâ Orik warned.
Ren nodded weakly, his injuries still felt like he was burning alive, as he coughed from the smoke he had inhaled. Orik stepped away and came back, pouring honey into a red cinnamon-y smelling liquid. He then gave it to Ren who took the mug and stared into the red liquid. It was hard to see his reflection but what he could see there were eyes of matching color to the tea, his eyes looked tired from years of fighting though there was a glimmer of hope. He had done it, Ren was finally free from his captivity.
Orik moved behind Ren and removed his bandages. Orik grabbed a wooden box and opened it scooping something Ren couldnât see. Orik then rubbed an ointment onto his back. Ren winced and flinched as the ointment was cold to the touch but it did soothe his pain. Ren began drinking the red liquid, it was sweet and had hints of that cinnamon smell.
Soon Ren finished the tea he was given and laid back down as he had never gotten out of the bed Orik had placed him in. It took no time at all before he was taken by sleep once again.
Two men sat in a room, one at a mahogany desk with various books and papers scattered around it and various instruments and a hat hung on a wall behind him. He was reading a piece of paper the other man had brought him. The air seemed heavy as whatever was on the paper was something of concern.
âThis report is concerning, Malum came back and they were there when it happened. I couldnât scry them earlier either.â he muttered, setting the paper down and rubbing his chin while deep in thought. âIt is a long way from here to Laughenlot, I worry about sending anyone else to scout it after Eli went MIAâ
The other spoke up âif youâd like sir, I can go to Exmaraâs Capital and the cities between it and Laughenlot. As a courier I can get information and their statusâ
The man at the desk took a few breathless moments to reply as he weighed his options âWell we donât have much of a choice in the matter. If the scrying ball isnât going to cut it, more boots on the ground will have to do. Try to find Eli as well if you canâ he said sliding the report on his desk to the side and putting it among a pile of other pieces of paper.
The courier nodded âwill do.â He said pulling out a strange crystal looking item no bigger than his hand and handing it to the man at the desk âIâll stay in touchâ he added before turning to walk out of the room to head south.
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Hello Hello!! This oneâs a bit more boring but introduces a very important lil guy. He is a little bit of a spy on the party and has connections to dear olâ Edwin. He has a group of information gatherers called Couriers that work with him as well.
The next one is a fun piece and one of my favorites so stay tuned!
âHave you heard the story of Praxis the Hero?â
It was that voice in my head again, it had been there ever since I agreed to aid him. It was his way of keeping tabs on me but I didnât mind it. It helped me complete his plans to the fullest.
âOf course I heard the story, not a person alive in Aura who hasnât heard the story of Praxis, the Hero.â I reply
âMaybe, but only the elves in Faelanor and the dwarves in Brassholt truly remember him first hand. He was aided by every nation and adored by the gods for his deeds.â the voice replied
âWell of course they did, he stopped you from saving the magi of this worldâ
âHe did, but itâs crucial to know both sides of history if you are to win your battlesâ the voice explained âPraxis was like any other human kid, boring yet extraordinary. He became an adventurer and once I began my plans he was one of the only people to openly stand in opposition to me. I tried to reason with him, I offered him a similar deal to you. I may not like the fact he wasnât magical but I am not stupid enough to deny someone's strength.â
âHow could he have defeated you without magic?â I ask, I knew that without magic it would be almost impossible to defeat my master
âI am getting thereâ the voice began âPraxis wasnât only aided by the four nations but the gods themselves smiled upon him. Maria gave him winds and lightning, Ignis forged him holy armor that gave him the ultimate protection from specifically my attacks, Solis gave Praxis his own swordâŠ
Armed with the gifts of the gods and the backing of all of Aura, the fight between us was much harder than I had anticipated. The rest you know, he defeated me and my soul was bound by Morsvitam himself so that I could not return. That is until you came alongâ the voice said, falling quiet as he finished the story.
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Hello Hello!! This one is about the lich Malum newly freed and in his liberators head telling him the story of his downfall.
This is the first lore dump I did for my players and it explains without spoiling too much how Praxis (a hero from another age Iâll explain who he is later I swear) defeated Malum. Enjoy the lore dump!
In an unknown place in the world two entities are meeting in secret. One was a tall pale woman dressed in a dark cloak, stars can be seen shimmering from inside it. She was standing beside someone of a similar description, but this man had a cold aura about him, as if looking at him could result in your death.
âIt has escaped my realmâ or at least half of it has, I know not how it happened but we must find it before it grows to full strength again.â The man said.
âFret not Mors, I already have people looking for it. I have extra faith in one man in particular, he⊠is a character to say the least but if anyone will find it he will.â The woman replied
Meanwhile in Brassholt a dwarf was headed into a shop, he had tar black hair and a braided beard with an assortment of beads in it none of which seeming to match, his clothes were mismatched too and he wore gloves over his hands. He stepped into the shop âgâday Sammy boyâ
The clerk spun around âNo i told you to stay out!â he said leaning against his counter
âAye but itâs a cold day I pinky promise Iâll be decent while i get what I needâ he said
The clerk rolled his eyes âwhatever, and my name isnt sammyâ
âSure itâs not. I need information, the Mother has requested I look into thisâ he said sliding some paper over the counter to the clerk
The clerk looked it over a good while âyeah Iâve heard something about this a human was in here earlier asking about the same thing, theres something going on in the southwest of Exmara but nobody knows what.â he said
The dwarf slammed the counter causing the clerk to jump âI knew you had my back Sammy!â he said walking out with a wave âSee you real soon, friend!â he called as he left. Once out of sight he looked down at a fancy bag of stones he had swiped from the store
The clerk sighed and crossed his arms âlunatic..â he muttered under his breath.
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Hello Hello!! Daily story to catch up to what I already have written! This story is where I start cooking. Both with the description of the goddess and with other characters. I will be totally locked in after this story.
This one starts with two gods talking, something the god of death named Mors has been keeping locked up has partially escaped. We then cut to a strange dwarf trying to get information on our band of heroâs!
Itâs dark, the sound of the ocean waves crashing behind me nearly able to drown out the thoughts circling my head as I walk up the sandy black beach. Before me lies a cave opening, if the rumors I heard from Ashfall are true it is somehow in here. This will allow me to finally avenge him.
Inside the cave its dark, it feels like I am breathing through a cloth soaked in seawater and the only light is from my lantern. The chasm goes for what feels like miles before I reach the inner sanctum. A beam of starlight shines through a hole in the ceiling illuminating a pedestal. On it lied a sickly green flame contained in a lantern.
As I approached I could hear whispers, it sounded like they were in my head but even so their meaning was just out of reach. I reached out and took the lantern and held it in my hands. Suddenly the voices stopped and only one remained
âYou⊠are not Praxis⊠what are you doing in this place?â it said
âI am here to set you freeâ I say looking deep into the flame âI need your help and in return I can help youâ
Our conversation went on for a while and we struck a deal, he will give me the means to avenge the person I lost and I will help him come to his full power.
With our deal finalized I lifted the lantern above my head and threw it on the ground. It shattered and the flame shot up into the air knocking me back as a magnificent light filled the cavern. As the light faded I felt stronger, his power finding itâs place inside me.
Lastly I heard his voice âgo to Laughenlot. There is something there for you to do.â He told me
And so I wentâŠ
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Hello Hello!! This is the second story from my DnD game Worldâs Ruin. This one is about the person that partially freed Malum, the Lich that was sealed away after committing genocide and sinking a country into the ocean.
He was fully released later on in the campaign by the same person. But interestingly enough the villains from my players backstories are more interesting than this guy.
A man walks through the forest right after dawn, he is an elderly man, with a bald head reflecting off the first morning rays and a single strand of white hair sticking up from his head. He carries a bag that he was occasionally putting herbs and fruits inside of it.
Eventually he heads back into the town he lives in, the people were just coming out of their homes and businesses opening up. There was a single main street with stands on each side of it. The old man visited some stands not making much small talk but buying fruits, tangerines, apples, lemons, anything that the street vendors had, he bought.
He then proceeded to where he worked, a tavern, a metal rod held a sign up above the door which read âThe Orinngeâ He went inside and set the fruits inside it in storage for later. He was pouring juice for some early morning patrons when a woman ran into the tavern
âSomething is happening to the town!â she said though teary-eyed laughter as she clutched her stomach.
The old man, irritated by the interruption to the quiet morning, goes outside with the rest of the patrons to check what caused the ruckus. The streets, once quiet in the morning, were filled with the sounds of laughter just like the woman. As they went around investigating everyone was all filled with an unexplainable sense of joy and they too began laughing.
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Hello!!! Wow Iâve been wanting to do this for a while now.
This is one of the prequel entries for my dnd game called Worldâs Ruin! This one follows an old man running his tavernâs morning routine whe a mysterious curse falls upon his town.
Now this curse was bestowed on the town by a Lich named Malum. Malum is an evil that has been sealed away for a very long time but somehow he was partially released.
If you find this story interesting there are so so many more where it came from so check in every so often because these only get better!!
