tabletop escapades

this is my tte/tta blog here is my main. tta is dead but lailiandry lives on

[yogallasatarius]

lailia meliamne is a lesbian

and she is my mother

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modern au gays…

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vakhtang sachervelle, I’d die for you

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:(

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tte head canon

yogalla in a Onesie

[michaelphuber]

i cant believe they pulled the ‘childhood friend who sacrificed himself for the other’ trope…. in the year of our lord….  2016….

[emovax]

now that Law is dead i am even more baffled that Hogger managed to survive 37 episodes

[mummer]

He Looked For The Baron When No One Else Would

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Moof has betrayed me

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I trust Moof with my life

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kitty man

[affableamigos]

So, my character, is named Necator. An elf rogue. Grew up, fairly simple life. Great parents, had a great childhood, everything. But, he wanted more. Necator’s kind of a greedy guy that seeks fame and fortune. So he abandons his home. Sets off at a pretty young age for an elf so probably around 60. Set out for adventure, seeking fame, riches, and everything like that. Turns out Necator is kind of a goofball and he botches everything. After so many attempts at doing different jobs in the Thieves’ Guild, they finally kicked him out. He got countless allies killed. He lost them tons of money, so they kicked him out. Necator is an angry guy now, or, an angry elf I should say. He’s determined to show that he’s a great thief; he wants to become the most famous thief out of everyone in the entire region, pretty much. He has long brown hair, around 6'2". His age is 115. [What was he trying to steal the moment they kicked him out? Like the thing that was the last straw?] A goblet. Old, ancient goblet. He tried, he, okay. Something about him is he’s very confident. He’s very confident in his abilities. But he’s an idiot. So, there were traps set about the room and he’s kind of like, “Don’t worry guys, I’ve got this trap right here,” goes in, botches the trap, gets the entire- his entire crew, he’s running with like three other dudes, killed, sending arrows shooting out, killing the other guys around him. He couldn’t get the goblet, comes back empty handed. They’re like, “Alright, you’ve messed up way too many times, get out.” So, he’s angry now, trying to sort out that he’s the best. But he’s an idiot.

[affableamigos]

My name is Therese Brightwood,, which is a human name, but I am an elf. Female elf. I’m very young for an elf, I’m 28 years old. In human society- which is what I was raised in- I was abandoned as a baby elf in Londonguard, and this human family, they had very open hearts, they were very studious, they were very curious, they were researchers and stuff like that, they were into all kinds of interesting, strange stuff. They took me in and raised me as their child, so I was raised as a human, basically. But, I’m an elf, and so humans- I don’t really fit in great in that society, and I don’t really fit in with the elves because I know nothing about that society either. Yeah, I’m a warlock because around the age of 13/14, honestly I’m not exactly sure, I was kind of, I was a rambunctious youth, I was kind of exploring into things that I shouldn’t probably have been looking into, my parents’ research into things that I didn’t understand and stuff like that. I’m not- I actually am not positive what happened, but somehow I made contact with an entitiy that I cannot comprehend. Getting that close to the entity sort of like, broke my mind, and when I awoke from X number of days unconscious, my entire family was destroyed. The house was in shambles, they were all dead. So I kinda. Yeah. I went a little cracked. I’m unclear as to exactly what happened, kinda blacked out for that portion of time, and since then I’ve been.. kinda wrecked. Since then, like since 14 to now, 28, I’ve been like a street urchin, living on the streets alone, doing what I can to survive, being like generally weird. I definitely like, I have a bond with this entity, this otherworldly creature. I’m like tethered to it in a way I can’t fully comprehend. I like, sometimes feel compelled to do things, like I have a power that’s feeding into me from this other place, but I can’t.. like if I think about it too much it makes me start to go a little bent bananas. I don’t trust anyone, I think that everyone is hiding evil intent, even if they’re being nice to me. I believe in change; I think that things don’t stay the same very long. I don’t put trust in any of that. If I found a way to undo what happened to my family, that would be nice, but uh, I don’t think I believe that it is possible, but you never know. I think that people who don’t take care of themselves get what they deserve.

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I’m a human wizard. I’m a street wizard, however, not classically trained. As a child, I was eight or nine years old, an orphan, I found a secret hideaway of a deceased wizard in the sewers. I snuck into this hideaway and found some wizarding books, found some spellbooks in there. And so, this whole, like my entire life, well, you know, I’m 66 right now, so basically just reading those books. It’s taken me that long to get basically a pretty good grasp of this handful of spells, you know, not like, didn’t really learn how to read- I learned how to read through just trying to mash my way through those books. All my money just comes from like, doing tricks for people on the streets and trying to manipulate events that I’ve gambled on, not super good at that, doesn’t always go my way. My name is Yogalla Satarius. It’s just a name that I found in one of the books. [Quick question: so you didn’t have a name or adress yourself before that?] Scrit. Scrit is my orphan name. So, yeah, obviously Yogalla Satarius is.. yeah that’s the wizard name. [Do you think that’s the name of the deceased wizard?] It’s possible. It’s definitely possible. Well, actually it’d have to be a wizard older than the deceased wizard because it was like in the books, like the history section. Uh, he loves magic. Like, genuinely that is a thing that he loves to see and try to get good at and like try to perform for people. He likes magic. He finds it like very interesting and fun. Loves cats as well. Uh, Yogalla is gangly, unhealthy. He fashions himself like he expects a wizard is supposed to look like. So he like, made his own robes, he’s got a filthy red hat that he saw in the books. He doesn’t know any real wizards, so he basically kind of bases all his wizardry off of what he learned from those books.

[affableamigos]

I am a dwarf monk, named Law. I am 220 years old. I used to live with my dwarven family, and they were so greedy. The entire village and the enire cave community was obsessed with gems and diamonds and greed. I have always though that there is more to life, that life is about helping one another and being honorable and truthful and helping each other to live better lives. So I fled. I had heard rumors of a monestary of monks that taught my beliefs about living peaceful lives and being one with nature and being one with oneself and with neighbors. They took me in. Emperor Dread taught me and he was the kindest man I have ever known. Very kind. [And also not an Emperor.] Yeah, it’s his title, because everyone looks up to him. He taught me the ways of martial arts and I had this inate ability within me, that he- he helped me reach my potential. I got so close to him like a son that I taught his son, Prince.. Prince Ragnar. Title only. So, Prince Ragnar was murdered, and I was framed for the murder. Ever since, that was about 50 years ago, ever since I have been wandering from village to village helping anyone I can. For a long time, I tried to prove my innocence, but all leads and any information I found, it didn’t lead anywhere. All leads have been exhausted. The trail went cold so to speak. [How was the prince murdered; what did it look like? What was the implication that you did that?] He was punched to death. Punched to death in the belly. So, I was framed, again that was 50 years ago, ever since I’ve been trying to help everyone in my path while looking for leads. The trail went cold, and that’s it. And now I’m just wandering, trying to live a peaceful and harmonious life. The last lead I had was like five years ago, a cold case. Emperor Dread is now 90 old. He’s a human. My, uh, my bond is to the dead prince, to Ragnar, I was very close with him. I’ve never been as close to anyone else since then. My ideals are.. I want to help everyone in need and also clear my name, if possible. And my flaws are that I will sometimes, if the opportuity comes, uh.. make hard decisions for the greater good. I left out one thing, uh, money and greed and material wealth makes me very uncomfortable, because of my family heritage. It doesn’t make me mad, it just makes me very uncomfortable.

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the dm that keeps it all together (somehow)

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ah yes. my favorite group of misfits. there they Are