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Dndizzle stuff

So I figured I'd start the queue off with some basic dnd lore and geography from my universe.

Today we learn about the orc homeland, Krosh. Krosh was originally going to be a province of Kaelam but I have decided to make it its own continent, while still keeping the province on Kaelam and renaming it Ka'krosh, meaning 'little home'

Krosh: a harsh hot climate dominates most of this continent, ranging from vast badlands and dry deserts to humid tropics. It's established provinces at present all answer to the one warchief, a position held by Ghul'Zod in the late age. The provinces still standing in the late age are as follows:

Ul'Krosh: the original homeland of the orcs, its name translates to 'first home' or 'big home' depending on context. Ul'Krosh was established well before the early age and has been standing unchanged since its dawn. It holds tradition and honour above all else.

Driss'd: the mix of swamp and badlands makes this province hostile to most races barring the founders, hobgoblins. Driss'd has only been a recognised province and a priority on the orcs watch list since the start of the late age. Driss'd gets its name from the hobgoblin sub dialect of orcish, meaning 'dead lands'

Angol'grath: this plateaued grassland is the only portion of Krosh that seems remotely hospitable. It is dominated by minotaurs and centaurs. It is ruled by Angrath the minotaur king. It is one of the few parts of Krosh to receive established wet seasons. Angol'grath gets its name from its venerable leader, literally translating to 'Land Of Angrath' or 'Angrath's land'. Angrath has ruled since the middle age, making him one of the oldest living creatures in all of the world.

Maldreg: the jungle homeland of goblins, it is ruled in the late age by orcs, who provide stability to the chaotic government that is goblin. Its two main rulers are ratigur the goblin lord who acts as a figurehead, and kag'ard the orc regent. Maldreg gets its name from its first leader, Maldreg Ratface.

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Might queue up some more dnd stuff later and possibly a few smut snippets? Lemme know what y'all wanna see.

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Update

I know I haven't posted diddly as far as writing projects or dnd for a long time now, sorry 'bout that. The reasons for this impromptu hiatus are many. The main ones being:

1. I have been busy with life happening to me and have gotten sick in the last day or two.

2. I've kinda gone creatively dead of late, I haven't been able to progress with ANY of my works, even the ones I'm most passionate about and none of my friends want to or even have the capacity to help.

3. My usual dnd group has been scattered and scarce in attendance and they really don't feel like they want to play anymore (playing mtg instead which is fine). This leaves me with my secondary group, of which I am a player and not a dm. The second group also plays 5e and I'm still unfamiliar with their house rules and whatnot so writing about that would be boring and clunkalicious.

I'll try to get some more content out to ya soon. If anyone has an interest in collaborating or just giving me a bit of feedback or tips to get my spark back, my inbox is open.

In the meantime, have this: (its still being edited, not so proud of the wording of the ending.)

Adrian and Solene: Ascension

In classical human folklore, two divine beings exist---; The chaotic yet just God of liberty and patron God of soldiers and paladins, known as Adrian, and his sister, Solene, Goddess of temperance and kindness and matron Goddess of priests and clerics. Once mortals who lived through the blood hunts, twins, Adrian a soldier, and Solene a Priestess. Adrian was part of a task force involved in the counter attacks and Solene as the healer for that group. During one of their assaults, they were confronted by Goughr and his demons. The rest of the unit was quickly discharged, leaving Adrian and Solene alone in a churchyard. Adrian ordered Solene to hide in the church and stood against the incoming tide of fiends. Though he felled half a dozen in his rage, he was struck by Goughr, leaving him with a mortal wound. Solene, her weeping eyes burning with anger, then revealed herself and, after enduring a crippling strike, branded goughr with the mark of Eyrd, a brand he still carries today. Stricken with grief over his sisters wound, Adrian rose with his last ounce of strength and struck goughr from behind with a seal of (banishment), forcing him to retreat. Exhausted and bleeding, the siblings then fell. embraced in each other's arms, the dim flame of life flickering out.

- Malz (Wumpus)

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Katrina the Catfolk Thief

So this is a character I made a few weeks ago for a session with a 5e group. They homebrew most of their stuff which can get annoying but this character turned out alright.

Katrina (Kat. Get it? Ha.)

Race: Felidae (Catfolk)

Class: Rogue (thief archetype)

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Bitter and jaded, Katrina is a cynical street urchin. But she wasn’t always like this. In her childhood days she was much like any other Felidae, filled with an adventurous spirit and an infectious wanderlust. Often she would play among the trees, causing the adults quite a bit of stress with her acrobatic antics. Not only would she leap through the branches with reckless abandon and steal everything shiny and hoard it like the dragons of legend but she had one other dangerous habit of playing near the water’s edge. Several times throughout the day they would warn her: “Stay away from the water. You’ll get gobbled up by a sea monster.”

She paid no heed to these warnings. She was lucky enough to never encounter such a beast up close. However, her parents were not so lucky. One morning, during her very early adulthood, Katrina was lazing about the treetops when she heard her mother calling. Her mother informed her that she and Katrinas father would be going down to collect water. She dismissed them and went back to dozing. That is, until she heard a scream and a splash. She rushed through the canopy, following the commotion to its source. She reached the waters edge just in time to catch a glimpse of her parents, drenched in a mix of water and blood, being thrashed around violently by a bearshark. The beast dragged the limp bodies under, disappearing into the murky, disturbed water.

Distraught with the sudden loss of her parents, Katrina dealt with this loss the only way she knew. She ran. She gathered a small supply of food and water and left her home, heading inland. She had no idea where her feet were taking her, only that she would never turn back. She quickly ran out of food and found herself in a foreign land with no money. She resorted to stealing and scavenging. Wherever she went, she caused unintended waves, making it difficult for her to stay in one place too long.

Eventually Kat came across the universal truth of life: Men will always want other men killed or besmirched. She took advantage of this, taking to a life of organized crime. It was shortly after this that she crossed paths with Xirruk (another pc from that game) and they developed their independent business plan of hired thievery and assassinations. Things went wrong very quickly when they/Xirruk were/was framed. (long story short, Xirruk makes poisons, on one job his homemade sleep poison was replaced with a death poison and this made a nobleman very upset)

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Question

So in my spare time when I get writers block or need a break from one of my projects or just can't think of anything productive to do, I make up overwatch concepts. My question is, would anyone be interested if I started posting some? (with lore and short intro stories)

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Bruises, Scars, and Missing Things

She made it a point to be the one to leave first. Red almost always found him when he pulled into certain ports along the coast. Yet Killian would leave her for last, to savor the most memorable one before he would set off again for the sea. It was their way of making each other suffer. 

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Her Name

The enchanted wood wore a name in sharp lines and jagged curves as if it had been scarred with it since it was a sapling. As if he wrote it himself in a passionate haze from his youth.

Ruby.

Killian runs his fingers over the name, again and again, just to make sure it was not a mistake. He'd had women and treasures abundant, he had held onto actual deep crimson stones that fit perfectly into his palms as if he was born to hold such precious gems.

But it was the capital R that made him hesitate.

It was a name. For years the magic piece of wood no larger than his thumb from the enchanted wishing tree flashed names and items, there and gone before he was able to blink, never before had it stayed.

Milah .He had acquired the enchanted trinket after she died, her name would scrawl across the surface and it would take a moment before he remembered, and she would once again fade, slowly then all at once.

Revenge. It would flash bright and burning but it would disappear with a draw of a breath. Often it would be so intense the wood would heat up and burn his flesh before it was gone again.

It would show what your true desires even before they were felt. It had never been different. A burning intensity which came and went with the tides that plagued and hurt him time and time again, names and words of everything he wanted but were so out of reach. But time it was small, only visible from a hairs-width away, but it was there, deep in the wood grain.

Ruby.

He let the unfamiliar name of the unknown woman slip past his lips in a heated breath, Over and over she swept across his mouth like smooth liquor. It was her weight on his tongue, he tested the syllables over and over until it seemed he knew no other name. 

The wood played with his mind, showing him hallucinations and ghosts. 

But she was incredibly real.

Ruby.