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Greetings~

This is where you'll see my D&D/Forgotten Realms stuff. As well as various headcanons and OCs.

A little about my interests:

🖤 Myrkul (thanks for the decade-long hyperfixation, MotB); undead, liches, necromancers, wizards, priests and gods, evil cults and organizations, mysterious forces in various corners of the multiverse… drow and elves, “cloak and dagger” themes (Bregan D'aerthe, Shadow Thieves of Amn)… ambitious magocracies, fallen civilizations… deep juicy stories and characters… all of which pique my interest.

It might seem like I have a fondness for villainous themes, but overall, I consider my preferences to be well-rounded. After all, what is the Darkness without the Light? ✨

🖤 CRPG classics such as Baldur's Gate 1-2, Neverwinter Nights 1-2, Planescape: Torment. Old dusty D&D editions are my Roman Empire!

🖤 Other fandoms that are currently sidelined: The Elder Scrolls, Pillars Of Eternity, Fallout 1-2; Bioware's “golden age” – Dragon Age 1-2, Mass Effect 1-2-3. The latest to add to my personal list of masterpieces is Kingdom Come: Deliverance 1-2.

🖤 Among other things, I like gothic and historical aesthetics, artists from past eras, RP with friends, cinema, manga and anime, prog/extreme music, guitars.

If you feel a kinship in anything and aren't afraid to follow Reaper, welcome~ bone-crushing hugs

~Your High Priestess Kat 🌹

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Just for fun... Nicky's aesthetic moodboard

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Why not show off this beauty?

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Thank you for your girl (vk.com/alpiriaw). It was so sweet and funny 🫶🏻

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Edwin's Jelly [Butterfly?] Incident (Part 2 of 3)

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Edwin's Jelly Incident (Part 1 of 3)

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Hot wizards in your area

Translation: "So, a crowd of curious primates craves my wisdom. Well, I am magnanimous. Just try to phrase your questions articulately. And yes... whoever asks about the Scroll Incident will be instantly turned into a garden gnome."

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“…Lost in the beautiful singing of the priests—their hymns to the majesty of the Lord of Bones—Amantius was pondering a single, reckless thought: to leave a rose and an anonymous note on his teacher's pillow. For him to find.

A dreamy smile touched his lips. His gaze grew distant, clouded with melancholy, and fixed on nothing as his imagination conjured ever sweeter pictures: tormented correspondence, secret meetings far from prying eyes…

It was, of course, self-deception. Amantius knew that all too well.

Nicklas would know. He would know at once who had left such a sign. No one else cultivated black velvet roses of that kind. He would piece it together… and then, Amantius knew, fate would show him no mercy.

For Nicklas needed no one but his God.”

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Pray, my dearest… pray (spoiler for something coming sometime)

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Love

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“In a darkened chamber, surrounded by a dozen of his most faithful worshipers and high priests, Lord Myrkul stared at the five-tiered stage that had been set for his performance. Emerald and black marble slabs floating in midair formed a stairway, one step for each of the five ceremonies the Lord of Bones had to perform to kill all the assassins in Faerun and grant Bane the power of their stolen souls.

From somewhere nearby, the God of the Dead heard the tortured screams of souls crying for release. Myrkul shuddered as he listened to the cries and thought of his lost home, his Castle of Bones in Hades. And even though the sounds Myrkul now heard were made by unfaithful worshipers who were receiving punishment and were nowhere near as horrifying as the screeches of those confined to his realm, the Lord of Bones enjoyed them nonetheless.

“Priests, attend me,” Myrkul said as he pushed the memories of his home out of his mind, raised his bony arms, and walked to the first platform. Robed men bearing sharp-ended scepters made of bones approached and placed their offerings in the fallen god’s hands. The robed men then knelt before Myrkul, raising their chins and baring their necks.

The fallen god started to chant in a hollow, rasping voice. In moments he was joined by the robed men at his feet. As their deep voices reached a crescendo, Myrkul used the scepters to tear open the men’s throats one by one. The corpses fell backward onto the floor, their mouths hanging open in wordless protest at the unexpected agony of their final moments.“

— Forgotten Realms: Avatar Trilogy, Book Two (Tantras)

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Faithful chosen priest of Myrkul and charming hero of my gothic D&D tale~ 🌹

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“Fzoul Chembryl had the loudest voice and the most intense passion for Bane’s cause. Though the God of Strife knew Fzoul had opposed his will in the past, he felt a growing admiration for the handsome, red-haired priest, as Fzoul argued for the eventual dissolution of the Zhentarim, of which Fzoul was second in command, and the reformation of the Black Network under the strict authority of Bane himself. Naturally Fzoul requested to be considered for the position of leader of these forces, but the decision would be Bane’s alone, Fzoul cried, and Bane’s wisdom was beyond criticism.” — Forgotten Realms: Avatar Trilogy, Book One (Shadowdale)

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“Keepers of the Balance, I address you one and all!”

It was Ao’s voice, and in that voice was heard the power of a being so great that the gods fell to their knees in response. Lord Bane alone managed to place only one knee on the pantheon’s cold floor.

“Most noble was your heritage! Yours was the power to stave off the ever-present threat of imbalance between Law and Chaos, and yet you chose to act like children, resorting to petty thievery in your quest for power.”

Bane suddenly wondered if the being who had given the gods life long ago had called his creations to this place to undo his mistake and begin anew.

”Extinction may be your future yet, Bane,” Ao proclaimed, as if the Black Lord’s thoughts had been spoken aloud. ”But do not let it concern you, for that fate would be most merciful compared to what shall soon befall you and the other gods that betrayed my trust.”

— Forgotten Realms: Avatar Trilogy, Book One (Shadowdale)

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Priest of Corellon, prince Filarion of House Aevanara~ ✨ Originally created as a cleric in Neverwinter Online, but he is now an OC.