Yeo-ul: *laughs mockingly* *looking at Daeun who he just threw into a tree* Aw, you poor thing. Haven’t you consumed any souls? No wonder you’re so weak.
Narrator: He was then kicked around like a rag-doll.
So, Yeo-ul (여울) is an imugi who works for Gwi-ma. Not quite a demon, but he couldn’t be a dragon, so he decided to become an even bigger asshole by taking the easy route of getting power-ups from Gwi-ma in exchange for doing his dirty work.
Yeo-ul: *irritated that Daeun just won’t go down* HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD?! WHERE ARE YOU GETTING ALL OF THIS POWER?!
Daeun: [I unlocked the secret technique: POWER NAPS] *rushes forward to dropkick Yeo-ul yet again*
Anyway, he’s probably going to proclaim Daeun as his mortal enemy because he messed up his scales and hair. And also, he wants to eat his soul so he can get his power for himself.
I was looking at my lineup of Poketagonists for every region so far and each team is made up of Starters or pokemon who could be considered "Starter Adjacent" but then that leaves each team with a 5 person party. Pokemon usually come in a team of 6 though, so I decided to bring in the baby Pseudo-legendries. Each of them are not as initial members of the team but characters who end up joining the team later and fill in whatever role is not already being filled on the team
Team Kanto Stars has a few healing options between having a Divine Sorcerer, an Artificer, a Druid, and a Bard, but they do not have a dedicated Healer and, and the rest of them are not particularly Tanky, so I decided to go for a Cleric (and maybe mix in some Paladin cause they could become a Dragonite Dragon-Knight). They specifically worship the deities Latios and Latias, the Twin God and Goddess of Love, Bonds, Relationships, Support, Protection, and Unity as well as Masculine and Feminine Energy.
Sarang (Blue("Love/Affection")) and Somang (Pink("Hope/Wish")) are conjoined twins. Sarang presents more feminine, and Somang presents more masculine. The twins come from a small secluded mountain village. The Elder concluded that their birth was considered some sort of rare auspicious omen of good things to come and took over their upbringing and education to be brought up to be a proper chosen prophet and intermediary of the Divine and Mortal realms but they have been expected to be be more mature and responsible than a child of their age should be.
Chapter I, Introduction
Warnings: none. Mentions of korean shamanistic practices. Mentions of korean history, mythology, and practices.
word count: 1k.
AN: Many thanks to @elizaa05 for use of her character, Minji.
The guide’s voice carried smoothly through the cold depths of the museum, echoing against towering walls lined with glass cases and ancient relics.
“Many great stories emerged from this era,” she explained, hands folded neatly before her. “Most were passed down orally through shamans before eventually being adapted into written texts centuries later.”
Heads of every color swayed slowly through the dim corridor as guests followed after her, their footsteps muted against polished stone floors. Warm museum lights illuminated rusted blades, faded scrolls, and fragments of old ceremonial robes hidden behind glass.
“Ancient kings,” the guide continued, “held dragons in particularly high regard, often viewing them as symbols of divine authority and prosperity. Their likenesses were commonly embroidered into royal garments.”
Her voice echoed softly through the long hall they entered next. White paper talismans hung from the ceiling in endless rows, their crimson lettering glowing faintly beneath amber lights. Long rows of colored papers hung overhead, recreations of ancient paintings hidden amongst the brightly colored papers. Bronze bells chimed gently overhead whenever visitors passed beneath them.
“Particularly,” she paused, thin fingers motioning toward a large weathered journal displayed beneath glass, “there exists a famous account written by a royal court historian.”
The crowd leaned closer instinctively.
“The text details what is now considered little more than myth- a tale first told to the king by a great shaman, a woman later adopted into the palace and granted the title of princess by the queen herself.”
She gestured toward an enormous wall covered in copies of the ancient script.
“It tells the story of a child born from Yangwong, the great god of the waters, and Dalnim, goddess of the night sky.”
The murmuring guests gradually fell silent.
“The child’s true name was never documented. According to surviving records, he was born during a violent storm before later washing ashore upon the coasts of what is now modern-day Dokdo.”
The guide’s tone lowered slightly.
“The historians referred to him simply as the Son of Yongwang.”
A soft hum spread through the tourists.
“This child was viewed as a divine omen by the royal court.”
Then, slowly, the guide lifted her hand toward the ceiling.
Hidden amongst the endless paper charms and hanging bells was the enormous body of a serpent.
Silver-blue scales glimmered beneath the dim lights, concealed only partially beneath flowing paper scripts. Its body twisted endlessly through the rafters above, enormous seven claws stretched outward, as if to reach down towards the people of the museum. Gasps rippled through the hall as visitors immediately lifted their phones and cameras.
“As dragons represented prosperity and heavenly power,” the guide continued smoothly, “the king himself ordered for the child to be brought into the palace, where both he and the queen raised the boy as royalty.”
She smiled faintly.
“However… the prince was described rather strangely within surviving records.”
The guests listened carefully now.
“Though revered, the child possessed scales similar to those attributed to imugi.”
A pause.
“And at the time, most imugi were believed to be female.”
The guide clasped her hands neatly together.
“To the people of that era, the prince was considered an anomaly.”
Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she continued further into the exhibit.
“Unlike western dragons, Korean dragons were not born divine. According to legend, they first existed as imugi, lesser serpentine beings who spent centuries yearning to ascend.”
Warm yellow light spilled across a small glass case ahead, inside rested a luminous pearl, its smooth surface reflected the museum lights like captured moonlight.
“It was said that if an imugi survived for one thousand years,” the guide continued softly, “they would be granted the chance to become a true dragon through the blessing of a yeouiju.”
Her fingers hovered carefully near the glass,” a sacred orb said to symbolize creation, omnipotents, and ascension itself-” A small voice interrupted from somewhere within the crowd, meak and barely heard amongst the many whispers of the crowd and clicks of cameras.
“I thought dragons were just myths, if that boy was real, could he have become a dragon too?” the voice barely was able to ask, toothily speaking, dark locks protected by the hand of what was likely their parent. The guide blinked before laughing softly, almost out of habit.
“A wonderful question.”
Her smile remained gentle.
“This orb was donated to the museum over seventy years ago by a sculptor. It is merely a recreation inspired by ancient paintings and surviving folklore.”
For a brief moment, her gaze lingered on the glowing pearl.
“As for the prince…” she continued carefully, “the records claim he vanished shortly after his fifteenth birthday.”
The room fell strangely quiet.
“After that,” the guide murmured, “very little was ever written about him again.”
The crowd slowly walked forth with the guide, leaving behind the empty hall, and a figure- hidden amongst the chaos of such a crowd of tourists. His eye, seeming glowing against the dim-yet warmly lit walls of the museum. His gait was slow, hesitant, a shaky hand reaching forward to the sphere- a wall of glass preventing his softly scaled fingers, large with ancient scars on the innermost portion of his palm, from touching upon such a sacred object. His golden eyes scanned the orb, a distant sound catching his attention, forcing him to quickly peel his gaze from the orb- a woman, young, and awkward- nervous, a large apron messily tied on her form. His eyes narrowed for a moment before the woman spoke, her words nervous and childish, likely not a native speaker.
“Uh- My grandmother, where. See?” She must’ve been far too nervous to recognize the irregularities of the stranger, dressed in coats far too warm for the spring, hair hidden away in a bucket hat- a mask barely allowing his eyes to peek out from the depths casted by his hat. His long, slender finger gestured towards the path of the crowd.
“That way, with them,” He spoke, voice low, barely a whisper-slight nasally and muffled by his mask.
She quickly bowed, words rapid, a mixture of ‘thank you’ and some other word unknown to the man.
Hello again! This next piece I have for everyone isn't a dnd oc. Don't think I'll ever get a chance to use this character for anything, which is a shame since I really like the art of her.
This is Hee-Young. I created her after I fell down the rabbit hole of Korean 'Imugi'. Which are from what I understand, are lesser dragon who have not yet caught Yeouiju from heaven.
I have unfinished art of her dragon form, which I was debating on posting. But I decided the line art was too good not to share.
Imugi, either a Snake or a Dragon. I think we need more Korean mythology in smt and Imugi is always a good start. i kinda see them as a python going through dragon puberty and its my bestest friend :)
Carabosse, either Femme or Fairy, but probably Femme. the evil fairy from fairy tales who curses princesses to die from spindle-related accidents! we all know who she is, and we need more old crone femmes.
Kotobuki, of the Avatar race, entirely because i'm in love with this idea of Kotobuki wanting to have another zodiac race and making you go around and fight the Shinshou demons from SMT2.
Hound of Tindalos, Foul race. it's time. I think them being from a square time compared to our round one could be a fun exercise in animation, even if they only just sorta move like a tim burton character. honestly genuinely surprised one hasn't shown up yet.
Hera. Megami. i know Juno's a persona but that doesn't count that's just Fuuka in a wig we need the ORIGINAL kill bill.
Sutoku. not sure what his race would be, but he would absolutely be a superboss. the third baddie with Michizane and Masakado. with these three on your side whoever the final boss is this time is having a MISERABLE time. genuinely i think the only reason he ISN'T in yet is cause he's still causing problems in real life /j.
i wanted to put in Olorun (Deity) cause Anansi, Nyami Nyami, and Onyankopon made me crave more African mythology in general (Mwindo as a Hero would go crazy) but i genuinely don't know how to implement a god that is omnipresent and yet completely distant without just making them YHVH 2, and missionaries did enough of that already, so it's like. :/.
however, i still want SOMETHING from the african continent, so I'm giving Catoblepas a friend. Raptor Impundulu is here and has a unique Zio phys spell that drains health :).
