#dnd locations

[medrastica]

Minauros - The third Layer (Greed)

Themes of the Layer: The sin of greed. Chant goes that Minauros used to be a rich layer of forested islands, but over the millenia it has been stripped of anything and everything in a futile attempt to satisfy the insatiable desires of Mammon, and churned up to a monotonous swamp of worthless muck.

Based on this post.

[undead-merman]

Day Eleven: Magic Ritual

GN Tav with Astarion

Contains blood, Me being a nerd about DnD and using real locations from the Sword's Coast.

It’s been years. You’d traveled without the sun on your body for over five years now, maybe six if you were paying attention to that kind of stuff. Astarion is sure to have the date if you asked him, he’s sentimental like that, or a bit bitter, depending on the day. You’ve been all over the swords coast by this point, made new allies, seen them come and go. Most of them left when they discovered his true nature but you never let them hurt him. One of them had to put down due to her violent reaction, Should have never let a Cleric come with. It’s been tiring, but you never gave up. You were determined as you searched for a way to allow him to walk into the sun’s glory once more and cure him of his undeath. All these years you’ve kept him safe. From the sun, down to the littlest kobold who so much as dare to make a job.

You had gone as far as The World’s Spine and over to the Sea of Fallen Stars. You then found yourself in a cave settled deep in the Wood of Sharp Teeth after braving Durlag's Tower. Traveled down into the depths of its basement, a hellish labyrinth, but it was finally in hand. A scroll of true resurrection. The weight exceeded that of mere parchment; it held Astarion's future. But hell’s you both were dead tired. You could have passed out for at least a tenday, perhaps even more. Your lover looked the same as well. Too tired to even comb the caked on gore from his hair. Both of you slouch as the campfire takes hold of the kindling.

You reach into your pack and start taking out the scroll. Its aged parchment felt fragile in your hands, and as you opened it to study the ciphers you heard a noise of protest.

“Darling, as excited as I am to finally have the damned thing, don’t you think it might be better to rest? Who knows what might happen. Why it might blow us both up in the process if your droopy eyed gaze reads a symbol wrong. As much as I do love your empty-headed stares.”

You give a tired laugh at his sass. “Of course I want to do it now. I don’t want you to wait a second longer. I want our next sunrise to be this one.” you couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto your face.

His eyebrows knit together, making the lines on his face more prominent before melting away into a soft smile, one that you see so rarely yet one only reserved for you.

“As charming as that was, it’s still powerful magic. I’ve waited over two hundred years, I can wait a few more days.” The love of your life holds his arms open, inviting you in.

How could you say no?

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It wasn’t a tenday, it was hardly a full rest before you had snuck out of Astarion’s arms and started reading over the scroll. It was a novel, each word must be spoken perfectly and without a single quiver of your voice. It would be a testament to your reading and acting skills if you managed to pull this off. You kept the fire burn as you went over every glyph and gesture in grueling detail. After nearly up the continent and back, traveling to find the damned thing. Not just that, rumor chasing, reading through old tomes to find such a spell to help, doing favors, slaying more monsters than you could count. So much work came down to this, of course you couldn’t sit still.

Your eyes had drifted over to his mediating form. He looked so peaceful. Everything, everything was for him. He'd know freedom once more, pure freedom.

You must have made a noise, his eye peeked open. Astarion’s face bore a miniature frown. “Darling what are you doing?”

“You thought I’d be able to sleep?”

“Well, I had certainly hoped so. Especially when I so graciously offered my arms as your own pillows.” he stood and approached with soft steps as his ivory palm touches your shoulder.

Your eyes went back to the cyphers, and he looked over your shoulder to see. You both sat in comfortable silence. He was listening to the sound of your breathing. His scent filled your nose, pleasant and not overwhelming, you’d miss it when it was gone. You had gotten used to the fragrance, you were going to miss the sight of that little bottle he carried in his front satchel. You’d grown fond of smelling it bright and early in the night as he would pluck it out and tap it against his neck, his stomach, wrist, wrist and legs.

You were on the eve of change, and it thrilled you, yet there was anxiety. So much would shift, so many things would branch and become new. You were sure Astarion felt it to a much more intense degree. You smiled, remembering asking him about Cazador and how he mouthed off.

“I won’t leave you.”

You hummed in question giving him your full attention. He had that old stress line over his forehead, he was being serious. “When I remove this curse, I won’t just leave you. I made a promise to be with you. I don’t intend to change that. As far as I’m concerned, we are together, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his nose, so soft that even a moth would not mind its caress. “Let us be forever then.” He tilted his head up and his lips met yours, they were as soft as the first time. Peck after peck, you both traded until they became deeper, his tongue delicately finds your lips but never breaches.

You peeled yourself away reluctantly, eyes focused on Astarion’s. Wet. Not enough to fall from his eyes, but enough to haven shown a gleam of his true emotions. You would have kissed them away if they had spilled out.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to your mortal self, shall we?” You proclaimed with a broad grin, extending your hand. With unwavering determination, he accepted. To be loved, it to be changed. And you are sure, without a doubt in your heart, Astraion was the most beloved person in this realm.

You will change together, evolve as one.

[ichimakesart]

Orusk

Memorise of battle

One of the locations our party is in, with tumultuous history.

Concept by @raceofhearts

[5ecardaday]

Nykthos, Shrine to Nyx

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[ichimakesart]

Bustling city nightlife.

I spended way too much time on this, hope some Peeps will like it

According to layers

Monkey King

Viktoria and Serafina - @mayaminamoto

Samir and Tanit both trying to swindle Prince Ranjit - @sayonaramidnight @whispering-jabberwocky

Lia with her brother Ezhil - @gonikonata

[illuminatedcodex]

The Orc's Head — Raging Swan Press

Famed inn popular with adventurers and their hangers-on

[illuminatedcodex]

Travels in the Feyland; The druid's floating Tower; Inside the Headless Mage's tower.

Originally: The voice of blood, Rene Magritte, 1948; The voice of blood, Rene Magritte, 1948; Almayer's folly, Rene Magritte, 1951; The Castle of the Pyrenees, Rene Magritte, 1959; Souvenir from travels, Rene Magritte, 1962; Midnight marriage, Rene Magritte, 1926.

[erwinbogumil]

DnD Quest ideas: The Ecobomb

Now, in my setting, there are quests that will come up on the side and only really come to truly bear on the final battle. One of them concerns a small town in the northern part of a mountainrange that is housing a dwarven kingdom.

This town had recently been overrun with tiny, spiky lizards. They are the size of cats, eat almost anything and clog up the roads. Some Townsfolk have turned them into pets.

What followed was a surge in monster activity, with the monsters hunting and eating these little buggers.

One good look from a player, ranger, a higher level mentor or someone knowledgeable will determine these to be very tiny Terrasques.

Turns out mommy is sleeping nearby.

Terrasques lay dormant for a significant time of their lives so they birth passively. Given that fact, they are R-strategists. They toss out a bunch of young and only few are supposed to survive.