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The spoon comes back out polished to a mirror shine
My fellow players figured out Phaela’s backstory secret last week :) which is that before she sealed herself in magical resin for decades to escape a hag deal, she had a husband and young son
One lump or two?
@incorrect-dnd-classes and Kibbitzer poses are feeding me so much inspiration
Phaela is @couchtaro’s and Izen is @justabitscrewy’s!
Phaela with Yancy’s daughter, based on that one tweet
Do you get together with your friends once a week to imagine best friends you made up holding and getting held in desperation and terror as one of them rapidly turns to stone, the other flooding her with his literal life force, which manifests as a visceral compulsion to survive, in the hopes that it will somehow help her resist, offering “the closest thing to a prayer he has” as he begs his warlock patron to do anything at all, telling said patron “you don’t know her, but she’s everything” and pleading for her to live while watching her literal actual light gradually extinguish as the petrification overtakes her, all the while she is using what little mobility she still has to hurl lasers at the monsters attacking their friends who are defending them so he can focus his energy on saving her. Or are you normal
@justabitscrewy used every single one of her turns in a session-long combat to hold Phaela and RP her guts out and like. My word. I have to lay down. Let them hug. They’re goin thru it
ID and slightly more context below the cut
Call that a cooping mechanism (D&D OC)
When Phaela was living in the shadowfell with no memory of how she’d gotten there, she used to have dreams about the sun.
There is no sun in the abyss. She didn’t know how she knew what it was. But it was something warm and bright and safe, and often it was accompanied by a person. The memories would fade once she awoke, leaving her with a cold, yawning ache, but while she slept, she held her husband, and she was home.
An old old OC wip paired with this song