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[purregrine-sokol-arts]

painting a whole bunch of toothlesses is good for therapy

[tealottie]

tumblr don't let this one flop

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime And Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

Getting to Gotham as fast as he could still took way too long. In the few minutes it had taken, there was still radio silence. He'd tried several more times to get a response, but nothing.

Logically, because there was an explosion, there should be smoke billowing from somewhere, so that's what Tutelary Phantom? looked for. The smog covering the sky and the smell of everything made it hard, but it soon became obvious that there wasn't any smoke.

"That doesn't make sense," he panicked slightly, "There was explosion! Explosions always have smoke!"

Still invisible, he flew over Gotham, searching the rooftops for any of the four vigilantes. When that offered no results, he decided to fly through every building, sending silent apologies for invading everyone's privacy.

Halfway through his search, he stopped. If anyone was hurt, they'd head back to the Cave. He wasn't allowed down there, but Alfred was.

He turned and retreated back to Wayne Manor.

As soon as he was back in the guest room, Phantom dropped back into Danny and he threw the door open, sprinting through the hallways and sliding down the banister to get to the ground floor quicker.

"Alfred!" he shouted, "Alfred, something's gone wrong!"

Alfred came out of the kitchen and raised an eyebrow, "What's wrong, young sir?"

"There was- there was an explosion on-on comms," he panted, "and no one's an-answering me!"

Alfred didn't let any emotion show, somehow managing to keep calm in the face of whatever was going on. He did, however, put the towel that was over his shoulder on the thin table in the hallway.

"I'll see if I can reestablish contact in the Cave," Alfred said, "You go back into Gotham and look for them yourself."

Danny blinked. "How did you..?" He shook his head. "Don't tell the others?"

"Of course."

"Got it."

"I will join your line shortly, Tutelary. Be swift."

"Understood." Turning away, he let the cold light wash over him again before flying through the walls of the Manor and back over to Gotham Proper.

There still wasn't any smoke in the air, nor were there any sings of fighting. Against his wants, he stopped a few crimes he saw, but nothing too big. He wasn't ready to take anything big like that on by himself.

Ten minutes, later, Alfred joined his comm line with no news on any of the others. He couldn't contact them, their trackers were offline, and none of them had come back in for a medical check.

There was a quiet hum from Alfred that had Phantom stopping short. "What? What is it?"

"Have you looked at Arkham yet?"

"Arkham? As in the prison? The one that took over Mercy Island? That Arkham?"

"You know your Gotham History well."

"I got bored one night," he said, "I haven't checked there, no."

"Best do so,"

Phantom nearly fell out of the sky. "Sorry? You want me to go to Arkham?"

"It's the only place neither of us have looked, right?"

"I mean, yeah, but-"

"We will have contact the entire time," Alfred said, "It is only a scout mission."

"And if I find them?"

"Try to get one of them free. They will do the rest."

"And if I don't find them?"

"Then you come to the Manor and we work from there."

"Right," Phantom nodded, "Right. Just go investigate the creepy revolving door all on your own. No biggie."

Gulping, he flew towards the island, his hesitations slowing him down.

Just as he reached the only bridge left to the island, Alfred asked, "How old are you, Tutelary?"

Quietly, he answered, "Fourteen."

Alfred hummed again and didn't say anything else.

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[acceptrans]

Doing laundry, it made me want to share the little Cody and Rex helmets I embroidered on my socks

[mystxmomo]

Ya'll wanna see a really fascinating note from the Menzobarranzan box set?

The books don't actually give any name's for characters who follow Vhaeraun within it, instead leaving it up to the DM's digression to pick and choose who specifically who is worshiping him in secret, making it harder for the players to metagame it. However, of the cast, I personally think that there's a very obvious answer to be found within it - There's actually someone actively working with the Vhaeraunite group up in Skullport, loyal enough to them to go out of her way to answer a rescue call for them, and who's end goal is dismantle the larger Lolth worshiping priestess power structure, and help create a fairer and more equitable society within Menzo.

And today, I will be introducing you to her.

(Menzoberranzan Boxed Set 2nd Ed. p. 26) 

Menzoberranzan’s merchants are chiefly drow males (trade being one of the few outlets for aggressive and creative males), but a current star trader is “Nal” Xalyth (her nickname is an acronym for Not A Lady, a scornful boast she once made at a party, spurning a noble male flatterer).

(p. 28) "Nal" Xalyth:

“Not A Lady” Xalyth rose from humble origins (as a child, she emptied chamberpots’ by hand onto her father’s dung-cart, to be taken to the fungus-farm fields) to dominate gem-dealing (and under-the-table fencing of stolen goods) in Menzoberranzan. Her unadvertised side-line is providing material components for spells.

Xalyth is known as a fair gem appraiser but a hard bargainer, who buys low and sells high (with no discounts for volume or repeated patronage). She doesn’t have to compete overmuch; she is the only steady (as opposed to caravan empty-the-cart windfall sale visits) source of spell components in the city (except for “stiff services” providing corpses to those interested in animating undead). Xalythís success in that trade depends on firm relationships with nine far-traveled suppliers, from the Vhaeraun-worshipping drow male Amryyr of Skullport to the duergar Ubelein “Fatreek” Shubelith, of Underspires.

Xalyth never tries to cheat anyone, holding to even casual promises and agreements (unless forced from her at weapon-point). This trustworthiness is the cornerstone of her success, and she cements it with occasional aid (doctoring, hiding, and giving shelter) to her suppliers, if they arrive wounded or in trouble with the authorities or rivals. On one memorable occasion, Xalyth went out into the Underdark alone, when a magical sending told her Amryyr was endangered by zealous priestesses of Lloth. She attacked their patrol from behind, using special bolts (tipped with a poison that puts to sleep even priestesses immune to the usual crossbow-bolt spider venom). Leaving them slumped asleep as a warning to their Houses, she brought Amryyr in safety to the city. Such deeds have made her famous in Menzoberranzan.

Xalyth always puts on a calm front; shrieking rages are for priestesses who think society revolves around them, and have soldiers at their call. At times, her calm is rather icy, and her sharp tongue is famous, but she is always interested in making a deal first, and fighting later. In fights, Xalyth is known for keeping alert track of foes who work around to attack her from behind, while she confronts those in front of her.

In her shop, Xalyth has several glass vials full of potent sleep-gas; if attacked, she can break one, forcing all within 90’ to save versus breath weapon at -4, or fall asleep for 4d4 rounds. If cornered and fearing death, Xalyth will reluctantly use her secret weapon, bought from a drow wizard for many rare and expensive spell components. If she speaks or whispers a certain word, part of her prominent bust (a magical construct, not her own flesh) vanishes, releasing chain lightning that inflicts 12d6 (save for half damage) harm on the first being struck, 11d6 to the second, and so on; Xalyth can control where the first two jumps go, and is herself immune from all burst damage.

This body-weapon is a magical form of last-ditch defense becoming popular among drow able to afford it. Typically the loss of a body part is involved, and the procedure is long, risky, and expensive. Some drow who want such protections (such as Matrons or ambitious high priestesses) can’t trust a drow wizard enough to have it done.

Xalyth’s chest lightning burst is the simplest, most common sort of body-weapon (for another, see The Spider Mage in the chapter on Mage Lords). It was done for her by the aged Past Master Courdh Mizzrym, Archmage Emeritus of Menzoberranzan, who oversees all teaching at the Academy, and is in charge of experimenting with and guarding most powerful magical items held by Sorcere. He is secretly Sorcere’s overseer of security- which, unbeknownst to the Matrons, means he is their chief spy on the noble Houses. In answer to suspicious queries from the ruling Council, Courdh was able to justify working with a commoner merchant (and not reveal precisely what he did for her) on the grounds of “dangerous, but necessary” experimentation if Menzoberranzan was to keep pace with other drow cities in defensive sorcerous arts – too risky to yet perform on any priestess of Lloth.

Xalyth’s ultimate aims are to break the power of the ruling high priestesses, so that all drow have a greater say over their lives in the city- or if she can’t do that, to leave Menzoberranzan for a more free and equal community near the surface, where she can carry on trade. One day, if drow wizards develop the necessary spells and protective items, she’d like to be able to travel freely between the Underdark and the surface world, to see the wonders of The Lands of Light and to do trade there.

[simpin-on-noodles]

Art dump time again ^^ some were requests from my insta story

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