#dawnspire

[druidshollow]

when your adopted brother starts spewing some evil plans out of left field and you're realizing mid conversation you're gonna have to kill him

[dream-reaver-shaman]

Elemental Furies D&D group Oberon, Kaun, Neera, Miki and Ten in front of the Dawnspire.

[moonunveiled]

There wasn’t much warning before he sat down, crumpling into the grass like a sack of potatoes tossed off a wagon. His leathers were so worn they didn’t even creak in protest to the movement. The only thing that gave him away aside from the sound of old bones hitting the ground was the weary, slightly forced, sigh that escaped him to herald his arrival. 

Lyrenn didn’t immediately respond, but at length looked up from the book in his lap. He’d seen the ranger approaching in the distance, but it was never a sure bet he would actually make an appearance in your life one minute to the next. Better to just keep doing your own thing and if he decided to approach he had the illusion of surprise. Much like one might react to a skittish animal, Lyrenn’s movements were slow and precise. The turn of his head, the reach for the stick in his mouth. Once the crystal candy sucker was removed he smiled at his new lounging companion. 

“Hi Ryth.”

“Hey kid.” The other elf shifted, eyes peering out at the thinning crowd passing by the open market. “Haven’t seen you in a bit in town, thought maybe you’d moved on without telling me.” “I’m living at the Dawnspire now.” Rythriel’s attention turned to him, thick brows raised toward his hairline. One brow shot up slightly higher than the other,  the feathery ends disappearing in the smattering of silver along his temples. It was a silent question and Lyrenn gave a half shrug in answer. “Thought maybe it was time to do something worthwhile.” Rythriel gave a nod, glancing away again. “I thought as much. You came back from the Isles different.” “You didn’t.”

“Not much to change at my age.” While Rythriel rarely kept eye contact, Lyrenn’s gaze hadn’t wavered. He studied the ranger’s profile, picking out every new line and scar. “You aren’t going to tell me it’s a bad idea?” “Why would I do that? You’re capable.”  Lyrenn snorted. Now he looked away, sticking the sucker back in his mouth as he thought about the truth or untruth of those words. He’d been starving when he’d met Rythriel. Desperate enough to try foraging abandoned homes on the edges of the city, wandering deeper into the wilderness when all he found were ransacked buildings torn apart by people quicker on the draw than himself. Too stupid to think ahead, too weak to catch anything besides grubs and mouthfuls of whatever plant seemed edible enough to take a chance on. He’d been lucky Rythriel had seen the undead before they’d seen him, but if the ranger hadn’t been there he had no doubts it would’ve stumbled over him eventually.  “Thanks to you.” It was a hushed tone- Ryth didn’t handle praise well. The grunt he’d expected in answer followed, and he smiled as he stuck the candy back in his mouth. “So you’re joining that lot then?” It wasn’t so much a question as a consideration, and Lyrenn glanced back to watch him scratch at the week’s old beard covering his jaw. 

“Why, whats wrong with them?” He wondered briefly at his sudden defensiveness. “Nothing, nothing.” The hand went up in a surrendering motion before falling back across his knees. “They’re outside the state you know, but strong. Lotta good soldiers’ve joined up. We’d be in a lot worse shape without’em.”  A vote of confidence coming from Ryth, and as like a compliment as anyone is likely to get. Lyrenn dipped his head, staring hard at the red crystalize sucker he held in front of himself, elbow propped on a knee. He twisted it, watching the light of the market dance off the crystal edges. “I’m gonna be a druid Ryth. I heard him, I know I did. I don’t know how, or why, but I gotta do this. The dreams haven’t stopped, I dont think theyre gonna, maybe not even after. But I have to.”  The confession was met with silence. This wasn’t the first time he’d told the other of the dreams that had plagued him since childhood. That had only grown stronger after the fall. The dreams that had beckoned him to the Isles with whispers that held no words. The deep dark and the moonlight and the silhouette of a great stag moving through them. Always out of reach, always urging.  “I know.” It was a soft admittance. As gentle a tone as the ranger ever used, despite his normal timbre being soft on it’s own. 

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armour... im trying..... im trying

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the cost of changing the world

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this is literally the only place i have in the world where i can talk about my dnd campaign without my players getting spoiled

[druidshollow]

i lined and coloured a doodle of mitsu and my map is getting there

[druidshollow]

Who's Mitsu? The orc?

SITS UP. HOLY SHIT

well to be pedantic hes a Half orc but yes that ones mitsu

to tldr because im on lunch and i dont have a lot of time hes an npc in the d&d campaign im running. introduced as a hero who, after winning a war against a necromancer lich with the help of his party members, rallied the empires and kingdoms (for the most part) of the continent together to form a coalition as a safeguard against more tragedy in the future.

in reality mitsu is a twist villain and the bbeg but itll be a long long time before my party gets to learn that. instead of killing the lich noonathor, mitsu has him inprisoned and is leeching his magic power to create innovations for his capital city of dawnspire. mitsu shed a lot of blood to keep noonathor's imprisonment secret, and is willing and ready to shed more. he believes himself a saviour. he Has to be the hero of the continent, he Has to be widely loved, and he will do anythimg to keep it that way.

the plot of the campaign mainly revolves around mitsu allowing the cult of tiamat to progress despite knowing of their actions, in hopes that they will help tiamat rise and he will be the one to vanquish her back to avernus. surely, in defeating the evil dragon queen, everyone will again know why he is so beloved, and the stubborn kingdoms refusing to fall under his new rule will have no logical choice but to assimilate as well

EDIT TO ADD: omg mut i see your ask and i will elaborate more on musgra when i get a second teehee heehehhee