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[jade-mod]

Coco & Holly watching the comet at the end of the campaign as the valley kobolds celebrate. Holly's birthday too, as it turns out- and now also a very special night for the two of them

[r-n-w]

DECK THE DUNGEON IS HERE!

We've made a new festive DnD one-shot adventure with @cantripcandles and it's even got CUTE STICKERS!

Head on over to the shop to grab your copy, and pick up the delicious hot choc peppermint candle over in Cantrip's beautiful store!

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[darkelfdice]

Kitty-Clacks dice are purrrfect.

[silvercompassmaps]

I am making a 5e setting inspired by Ancient India!

Welcome to the world of Devabhumi, which is is a high fantasy 5e setting inspired by the history and epics of Ancient India. This setting features:

- 100+ pages of lore

- A karma mechanic

- 6 new races

- 20+ backgrounds and feats

- And much more!

The Land of Devabhumi is a distant place nestled in between the sea and sky scraping mountains. It is a land where gods and mortals live together, boons and curses change the destiny of its inhabitants, and senses are easily overpowered by the diversity of the landscape.

The events of Devabhumi take place in the Dvapara Yuga (the Bronze Age), which features various technological advancements such as flying ships, magical chariots, and powerful weapons.

The Kickstarter will go live in one month. Sign up to be notified when it launches here.

[lazulirette]

Some old Dnd stuff

Been awhile. I just randomly thought I should start posting here again. So Imma drop a few stuff one by one

[paperforge]

A sketch for an upcoming Marilinth paper mini!

[rhokisb]

DnD Universe Wipe

So we gone done fucked up.

All the characters that our group plays under our other DM (not me) exist within one universe, called Weyard. We didn't always know that but eventually it became apparent that our alternative characters were crossing paths with our mains, which was a fun development, right?

Wrong.

So, REWIND:

Two weeks ago, our main campaign (Weyard for the other DM) reached a very important point in our campaign. We were tasked with trying to bring another member back from the dead. This other member was someone we met while doing a one-shot WITH OUR MAIN CHARACTERS, but who did not travel with us after this point. So we all knew and remembered him, but hadn't seen him in awhile. We learned of his death, and confirmed that he was dead prior to being tasked with bringing him back.

We were given the chance to bring him back through a complicated ritual which would grant us one of 2 remaining wishes that exist in the universe. This was a once in a lifetime chance, and we were

EXTENSIVELY. WARNED. THAT. THIS. WAS. A. ONE. AND. DONE.

So we get to the area where we could do the ritual, three of our party members go forth to try and do the trials to get the wish. They succeed. Again:

WE. WERE. WARNED. EXTENSIVELY. THAT. THIS. WAS. OUR. ONLY. CHANCE.

To make our wish come true everyone in the party would have to wish for the same thing. "The effort given will be reflected in the reward".

Well fuck me sideways, you wanna know how that went?

In our party of 8, 3 of the people did not wish for the same thing as the rest of the group.

Wished for a fucking Dragon. For no reason. Absolutely none. Without anyone else wishing for it he never would have gotten it. He did not wish for it outloud, so none of us knew what he wished for in-game, only that he wouldn't tell us what he wished for.

Wished for her dead kids back. Understandable and it was a fear we all had when the rules were explained to us. Our group trusted her to do the right thing, and she failed.

Wished that "his friend's wishes come true".

The rest of us put our hearts and souls into wishing the dearly departed back.

Flash forward to this weekend:

We are all still at the ritual spot, immediately my character (Orlogg) and his best friend (Dante) picked up the gnome (Passmae, who wished for the Dragon) and beat the shit out of him because he wouldn't tell us what he wished for. He's been sketchy at other moments too, and this was the final straw. We then confirmed with the dude running the trials that Passmae was ONE of the reasons we failed. We beat the shit out of him. He's been unconscious for 5 in-game days because every time he moves we beat him unconscious again (partly because, OF COURSE THE DUDE WHO RUINED THE CAMPAIGN COULDN'T MAKE THE SESSION).

Vestare, who wished for her children back, we...had words with. Words along the lines of:

"We're not mad, we're hurt that you literally act like you're alone all the time. You're not alone. We've been together through this entire bullshit saga of events since we first met. If you ASKED we would all go to the ends of the world to get your kids back. You only need to say the word. None of us, including you, can do this alone. Believe in us like we believe in you."

Dank, who had a vague wish, was ignored completely (also not at session).

Orlogg (me) decided to take some hallucinogens at the ritual site and was greeted by Fate and Destiny. Not the gods of fate and destiny, but the actual incarnations of all of Fate and all of Destiny. Beholden to none. Orlogg begged them for assistance and was told that,

F&D: "Every time we meddle, we make things worse. Every time we help, your odds of success diminish. There's a balance that needs to be maintained, and every time we tip it, it is never in our favour."

O: "What can I give to even the scales?"

F&D: "You're not the only one who will have to give. Soon, someone very close to you, will be in dire need of help and when that day comes, you two will both have to give, and HE will never be the same."

O: "Will that help? Or will it just keep things even?"

F&D: "Tough to say. It will help bring the departed back."

O: "Alright, I'll keep that in mind. Before I go, I just want to say thanks for everything you've already done." *Motions to fist bump them*

F&D: *One of them reaches to fist bump and as our knuckles touch they whisper* "I'm sorry."

Which was cryptic and terrifying because Orlogg cares deeply about his best friend Dante, so clearly they meant his BFF.

Well as we traveled to return and report our failure to a Cleric of Life, Dante just starts whipping out a skull that he's had hidden for months (in-game) in his backpack and starts talking to it, and can't seem to stop holding it. We all remember the player picking up the skull, but none of our characters saw it when it happened months ago.

We get back to the temple and the man who gave us the chance, and he loses his shit. Basically just tells us:

"You're the reason that the world will end. There is no hope. You've stolen everything from every single person, creature, whatever in this world. It's over. We've lost. We wasted one of the very precious last wishes for the world. And that failure spells doom for the entire world."

The skull begins talking. It is the skull of Memnoch--one of the side characters of Dante who died during a different campaign (which is why Dante picked up to begin with, cause the player meta knew that was her skull). Memnoch tells Dante that there is one more last chance, and explains how to do it.

This includes that ONLY the people who can be "trusted" can accompany Dante on this quest. The party must be split and this "event" will happen elsewhere. So the five of us who wished properly have left the rest of the group on a separate secret mission.

THEN, the DM informed us that failure during this quest will result in the entire universe being wiped. That means our main characters, our side characters, everything that isn't my Dragonlance campaign: gone. Everyone is dead. Including the OTHER GROUP OF PLAYERS who is also playing in our universe on the same quest that we are supposed to link up with for the end BBEG fight (I think its over 15 characters vs. the BBEG).

So there were tears and now the five of us have been having massive anxiety over this upcoming secret session to save the universe. Not the world. The universe.

(THIS LAST CHANCE ONLY HAPPENED BECAUSE THE WOMAN WHO PLAYS DANTE MESSAGED THE DM OUTSIDE OF GAME TWO WEEKDS AGO AND ASKED IF THERE WAS ANYTHING DANTE COULD DO TO FIX THE FAILURE AFTER WE ALL CLEARLY KNEW WE FAILED BECAUSE SOMEONE DECIDED TO WISH FOR A FUCKING DRAGON! HIS ORIGINAL INTENT WAS WE WERE ALL GOING TO KEEP PLAYING FOR MONTHS AND THEN THE END FIGHT WE WOULD JUST...LOSE. WE LOST 3 MONTHS AGO WHEN WE FAILED ON THE MOUNTAIN. BUT HE'S DECIDED TO GIVE US ONE LAST CHANCE WITHOUT THE PROBLEM PLAYER.)

Our DM everyone. Master of emotional devastation.

To find out what happened next, check the links below:

Dante's No Good Horrible Awful Bad Vacation (AKA: The Universe Wipe) Part 1

Dante's No Good Horrible Awful Bad Vacation (AKA: The Universe Wipe) Part 2

[do-not-burn]

I wrote this for class but tumblr loves mermaids and classic lit

Their eyes frightened me in the beginning. Wide, unblinking, and glassy. Their eyes look nothing like ours. As you should know, our eyes have three colours: white, black, and a third we like to compare to a feature of the earth such as its sky or soil. Our eyes sit in sockets, theirs look to be just under the skin. When I was very young, I used to play with sewing needles and perform surgery on the most awful looking dolls, having convinced myself their ugliness was a symptom of some rare, unidentified condition. I tended to pierce my fingers, not deep enough to have drawn blood though I very clearly separated my skin from itself. I could look through my skin and see the tip of the needle more vividly than if I lay my hand above it and squinted. Now that you can envision how far the eyes sat beneath the skin, perhaps you can try and paint in your mind the blend of colours in them too. Some were so flooded with hues they came across grey – or the ocean floor’s lighting was not designed for me – where others looked to have changed colours every other moment. What I saw of their eyes was about the size of a whole human eye removed from the skull and just as round, as they had no eyelids. The rest of their faces were as normal as I would expect – and I had no expectations – with flat or no noses [it varied by the person and, I later learned, the region] and lipless mouths that I never wished to see open upon catching a glimpse of their teeth not too long after seeing their faces for the first time. The teeth were long and thin, not unlike the aforementioned needles. Wide spaces of nothing separated each tooth. To accommodate their teeth, their jaws sat closer to their narrow shoulders than to where their ears should be – if they were human that is. Before I elaborate on their appearance, I must stress that I did indeed stare at them, despite how unsettling I found them [I never quite adjusted to their looks], because they were and are the most visually bizarre people I have met during my travels even if they were about average human size. Any similarities we share with those people who I have taken to thinking of as Nereids [not taking into account their abstract “beauty”] were limited to the presence of eyes, mouths, and a furless torso. Of course, where we lack fur, they had shimmering scales everywhere about their bodies. Do not call them mermaids, I request of the reader, as they were not all maids and “mer” is all too simple to call them by. I was certain they were being eaten alive when I first cast my sight upon them. They were not. From beneath their navels onward, creatures of the deep more natural than themselves had seemingly been stopped halfway through consuming what I thought were supposed to be “normal” human bodies. The creatures staring at me wore fish remains as skirts or were horrific parasites that were so bold to grow from the inside out through its host mouth so it may then don the marine beasts as bottoms to hide their shame [or parade its pride in stealing life for itself].

               It’s been brought to my attention that I’ve spent about a page’s worth of words to tell you how these beings looked, but, again, I only describe them so much that you might also believe that I did not live through a hallucination caused by nearly dying. I return, then, to my adventure in the deep. Though it was not much of an adventure as I was confined to the bubble should I have any chance of not drowning or asphyxiating. I never learned who placed me in the bubble, but I did learn how the bubbles were made. Down so far away from the surface, sound, I gathered, does not travel as it does on land and through air. These people communicated by creating shapes and swirls made of tiny bubbles with their hands and fingers, which were connected by thin skin at where I thought the halfway knuckle belonged. The bubbles often did not dissipate for minutes after a conversation was finished, allowing, I assumed, time for a review of the exchange should apologies be needed. Perhaps that was why disputes were so rare between citizens. I nearly summed up conflict with a nearby province to be that of miscommunications. Actually, I do still believe that was all due to a language barrier. These other Nereids had limp horns sprouting from their foreheads that dangled bulbs of light at the end. The Bubble Nereids did not have those, as I would have surely made a mention of it. The Light Nereids, though capable of speaking Bubble, refused for reasons I never quite grasped, opting to blink their lights and wave their horns at each other, producing bubbles in arrangements that some Bubble Nereids looked to take offense to. I failed to understand why they would do business with each other if all they ever did was fight. I eventually took it upon myself to conclude that they were closer to each other than others and that, just maybe, not all conflict is bad conflict. It appeared to drive their society to best the Lights in any trade. Not that they traded anything important by English standards – and I found myself in a constant state of befuddlement at how pearls were not a commodity in any sense, but, rather, they were all in a great demand of bloody seaweed.