#bladewarde

[chaostides]

you said you had a custom table for alara's wild magic surges?? i need to know what's on the table!! 👀👀

unprompted !@bladewarde

oooh!!!! okay so i do sometimes keep the in game effects because i do like the theme that her powers tend to help her in combat (haven't gotten a very bad one – minus the magma mephit summon immediately after resing gale – until act iii, mostly just 'resilient sphere' & switch locations with anyone & vines appearing around her to make difficult terrain, an extra action on her turn, or speak with animals – it's been SO generous to her).

but i also picked wild magic for the chaos, especially in early game, so in writing i augment it with two tables that others have made that also lean more into the feywild origin of wild magic. haven't had a thread or an ask where this is applicable in a minute, but they are luxking's & probs_a_nerd's. basically, i roll & evens are probs_a_nerd's, odds are use luxking's & then roll again for the effect.

some highlights include:

-a third eye appears on your forehead, giving you advantage on wisdom (perception) checks & allowing you to see invisible creatures for the duration. -pink bubbles float from your mouth when you speak.  -your skin turns a vibrant shade of blue for 24 hours, or until a remove curse spell is cast on you. ( both tables have this one 😭) -a random creature within 60 feet of you is poisoned for 1d4 hours. -for the next minute, any flammable, nonmagical object you touch that isn’t being worn or carried by another creature bursts into flame, takes 1d4 fire damage, & is burning. -you transform into a potted plant until the start of your next turn. while a plant, you are incapacitated & vulnerable to all damage. if you drop to 0 hit points, your pot breaks, & you revert to your normal form. -your spell backfires and you are knocked prone, taking 1d10 force damage. -summon 1d10 earth mephits under the dm's control. ( bc one magma mephit is not enough ) -make a DC10 CHA save, on a failiure you are compelled to paint any flowers you encounter red for 1d10 days. if you lack painter's supplies, blood will suffice. -the last creature you targeted with a spell must succeed a wisdom save or be charmed by you for 8 hours. -a golden acorn appears in your hand which attracts 3d4 swarms of squirrels (use the stats for a swarm of rats). -for the next 1d10 days you are compelled to speak in riddles. -you create a 500 ft dead magic zone which lasts for 24 hours. all plant life in the zone withers instantly.

[vannaspar-a]

even deep in the bowels of a necrotic curse, light somehow finds a way to dispel shadows. He's noticed how, whether out of necessity or a willing curiosity, Laera's dug a bit deeper into the very same thing that drives them apart almost daily: faith and more specifically, his. Integral to her life and a source of unimaginable pain ... and still, it's not the first time Laera has swallowed her bite and directed some questions at him. It still beggars belief at times, especially when he takes the opportunity to mention the differences between what each of them knows and Laera understands. In her own way, but she does. He tries to keep his expectations reasonably tempered but were she able to look within his chest, she'd see his heart swell.

they've been able to return to the Last Light for the night; tomorrow, another treacherous trek towards Moonrise Towers awaits them; the fact their outline is still visible even with this fog is nothing short of disconcerting. That can wait. If he's honest, he'd rather be paying attention to Laera right now.

she's sat next to him, tankard of her chosen drink in hand, clearly mulling some things over. Vann decides to gently set her down a specific path. ❛❛ there is a lot I could tell you. It just depends on what you'd prefer to clear up tonight. ❜❜ He says that and a half - smile tugs at his lips; he hardly notices.

@bladewarde, plotted!

[choicebound]

@bladewarde asked: gives astarion a little smooch on his cheek 🩵 / unprompted.

almost instinctively, 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 posture loosens when laera approaches him. one pale brow arches, the corner of his mouth curling into a knowing smile. this stolen moment between them can only mean one thing: she has decided to indulge him. when she leans in, the vampire spawn follows without hesitation, certain of the kiss that is about to meet him. his crimson eyes close shut as he waits to savor her properly.

except, her lips land on his cheek. he draws back at once, a quiet huff escaping him in wounded disbelief.

❝ darling, you missed. ❞ he murmurs, voice rich with mock offense. then, he taps two fingers against his lips, guiding her attention there. ❝ my lips are right here, you know ? ❞

[lenzimanot]

@bladewarde sent : perception for alinor 👀 | DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS

-> perception roll: 13

Alinor does her best to carefully apply the ointment to the knight's injuries. While Shadowheart is gone, it seems that they're the closest they have to a healer in camp and while the ranger doesn't mind at all, this kind of responsibility still fills them with anxiety.

So instead Alinor tries to solely concentrate on the task ahead, heart silently aching in pity as she imagines the pain Laera must endure. "This must've been quite a beast." They observe the wounds more closely and manage to recognize the bites of large animals, but nothing specific beyond that.

[dionadaiiraaa]

“ Laera.” Eden grinned when he heard the bell above the door of the Kilted Kelpie ring out its knell. He had been working on the books due to the lack of patrons at the counter--it had been slow. In Eden’s mind, it was a tiny respite from the busy winter months where weary travelers would need lodgings. The summer was quite different, while the was also booming; today on a warm summer afternoon; it was scarce. 

Smiling at his regular customer, Eden motioned the woman to come in. “ It’s guid to see ye lass! Come, ah get ya a drink and ye can tell me aboot all yer adventures!” he grinned as he grabbed a clean glass from the shelf. 

“ Whit ye thinkin’ on havin? Rum is half off. Ah even got some that taste like coconuts.” he said with a grin. 

@bladewarde​ S.C. 

[suresaint]

i just... charlee, u really go above and BEYOND to lay down scenes and relevant backstory to ur replies, which is something i seldom see ;; it's really refreshing to have the length, and also the attention u give to crafting replies. i appreciate it!

🥹 please this is a very sweet message to receive thank you for sending it! i love writing, even if i don’t do it all that often these days, but what helps all the more is having excellent writing partners like yourself! thanks for writing with me!

[aberrantsorcery]

@bladewarde sent: ❛ you were made to be ruled. ❜

there’s a glint in his eye when the words are spoken, before a smile breaks on oldaric’s face to hide the disdain behind his teeth.

“ is that so? hm. perhaps you have come to the correct place to hunt for some scrap of lordship. this land has no ruler for the time being -- stormveil castle lies empty, the demigods are scattered, and there is a scramble for the seat of elden lord. tell me, do you expect to participate in that race?

best of luck to you, truly. i simply want my tomes. ”

[sennikmoved]

The trees aren’t a perfect cover  amongst the distant rubble and creatures crawling everywhere, but their presence is a comfort to Shiri. It’s terrible, what happened    —    she doesn’t even know where to begin with it all, but there’s a part of her that feels a sick sort of satisfaction. Now, at last, she could turn to her aunt, tell her all about how she’s been right to put off leaving Feathergrove for years, when this is what happened the second she stepped out of her home. Except, well, it isn’t funny and doesn’t make her feel better at all.

Shiri makes herself not think about it. Instead, she’s huddled by the small fire, with someone she doesn’t really know, trying to ignore there’s something alien crawling in their heads. It almost makes her feel less nervous, but not quite, still being a little too aware of her hands as she awkwardly checks beneath the bandages.

  ❝  It's improving,  ❞    she says shortly as she finishes unwrapping. A spell has been cast, and there’s already a herbal balm prepared in her travelling mortar. First, she reaches for a wet rag to clean around the wound, careful but firm. She sneaks a glance at the other, looking stern without really meaning to.    ❝  You were pulling to the left earlier. . .  You should let me take a look at your ribs, if we’re to make it out of here anytime soon.  ❞

plotted starter :   @bladewarde​ from shiri.