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Pregaming the Masquerade

A mysterious letter, a cordial invitation for a guest rather than summons for the Prophet... Jespar, Calia, Tharaêl, and the Marksman meet up before heading to the Star Summer Night celebration. [~1200 words]

The Marksman prepared for the Masquerade the same way he prepared for a dangerous expedition - all his gear laid out, arranged, inspected.

Lacking anything better to occupy himself with, Tharaêl wandered into the kitchen to observe his friend’s preparations. Their house was sparsely furnished - neither of them had a taste for opulence - leaving the kitchen table one of the only flat surfaces, save the floor.

Upon the table lay his gear for Star Summer Night: special soap, forbidden for general use, apparently imported from Kilé. Perfume, purchased with Jespar’s assistance. A box containing the mask he’d ordered for the event. The outfit he intended to wear, smoothed out carefully to prevent wrinkles. The Marksman looked upon it all with the same concentration he employed when counting his arrows or checking his armour for damage.

Ridiculous, in Tharaêl’s opinion. He himself hadn’t bothered to remove his outfit or mask from whatever cupboard he’d thrown them into the day they arrived by courier (he’d ordered them in advance from a catalogue, as was his wont, saving himself the purgatorial hell of dealing with salesmen face-to-face). The Masquerade was at dusk! It was midmorning!

“Is all this really necessary?” He asked his friend, tone indicating that he was, in fact, suggesting it was not. “The letter said it would be grandiose.” The Marksman said, his accent tripping over the unfamiliar words. “That there would be the utmost elegance and grandeur. I have only a few hours to figure out how to be elegant and grand.” “Those are just fancy words to make you want to go. It’s just a party.” He flicked his eyes over to Tharaêl. “Have you ever been to a party?” He’d prefer not to answer that. “Have you?” “I saw one once, in Kilé. From the rooftop opposite.” Yes, no doubt as he leaned into his bow and aimed at someone enjoying the celebrations… Best not to speculate.

His friend sighed, concluding his inspection. “Would you get the fire going? I’ll fetch the water for a bath.”

-

Washed, dressed, and bemasked, Tharaêl and the Marksman idled in the living-room, watching the fire’s last embers burn down. Dusk was soon, and their friends were to meet at their house before they’d all head to the Ark Theatre together.

Sure enough, as if on cue: a rapping at the window. Jespar appeared, grinning and waving. “Door’s unlocked.” Tharaêl called, not getting up.

Jespar let himself in the front door and joined them. Playing the gracious host, the Marksman stood to allow him to sit - the living-room had only two armchairs.

“It amazes me that you’ve still managed to look like a vagrant.” Tharaêl told him. “Though one who's stolen some finery.” Jespar brushed an imaginary speck of dust off his fine clothes. “It astounds me, my friend, that you’ve divested yourself of your swords for the evening. Surely you’ll fall over without their weight at your hips and the confidence their presence brings?” “I’m weighed down by all the gold I’ll need to bring tonight - to pay off the guards when you inevitably cause a scene trying your luck with someone’s wife.” They smiled at each other, unkindly - no warmth, all teeth.

“I like your mask.” Jespar tapped his own. “A tomcat, very fitting.” It was a panther, and Tharaêl knew Jespar knew. “What are you?” The Marksman asked, finally joining in the sparring match. “A badger?” His tone contained only polite, genuine enquiry. “A wolverine,” Jespar graciously corrected, “known, I will add, for their ferocity and strength.” Tharaêl saw the Marksman’s lips quirk in a smile, the only flash of the oncoming blade in the dark: “Oh. Why’d you pick it for yourself, then?”

They laughed, and Jespar raised his hands in mock affront. “Bah! You damned impish creatures always gang up on me. Unfair, I say!”

He was rescued from further teasing by Calia’s arrival - Jespar had left the door ajar for her. “Hello!” She called, making her way inside.  Tharaêl stood to give her his chair.

“I like your dress.” He complimented her, moving round to lean his back against the wall by the fireplace. “Is it new?” “Oh, this? No, I bought it for the Masquerade a few years back.” She gave him a smile. “You're looking nice in your new clothes. Very dashing.”

Tharaêl looked away, quite unused to kind words - which is how he caught Jespar pulling out a metal flask from about his person.  “What's that?” He demanded, instantly suspicious. “Hm?” The mercenary was all innocence as he took a sip. “They always water down the drink at these functions. We’ll need a head start.” “We are not pregaming the Masquerade-” Tharaêl began, but too late: the Marksman had already taken the flask off Jespar and had a greedy swig. Calia accepted the drink as it was handed to her. “It'll help us loosen up a bit for the dancing. Besides, Jespar's right - they really do water down everything.” She drank, coughed slightly at whatever was in the flask, and proffered it to Tharaêl. Successfully peer-pressured, he took it reluctantly. It burned all the way down his throat. “By the fucking sun, you could strip paint with this! I'll kill you if this makes me go blind.” “You’ll have to catch me first.” Jespar grinned.

“I have a complaint for you, Jespar.” The Marksman began, locking the front door behind him as they set out. “That soap you recommended was not from Kilé.” “I had it on excellent authority that it was.” Jespar replied. “What was wrong with it?” “There is something wrong with the soap in this country! It won’t lather!” “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Tharaêl snapped, having already put up with his complaints earlier in the day. “The soap lathers fine.” “No it does not. I never had this problem before coming to Enderal.” “My friend…” Jespar tried to ply his words gently. “Have you not heard of hard water?” “Ice? You think I’ve never heard of fucking ice?”

Jespar politely pretended to have a sudden interest in looking in the opposite direction, so the Marksman wouldn’t see his smile. Calia appeared to be trying to fit her whole fist in her mouth, shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. Tharaêl, not entirely parsing what was funny, kept his confusion to himself. 

The narrow cobble street along the river had just enough room to allow them to walk two abreast, but soon they could make no further progress - the roads were packed with people in all their finery waiting to be allowed entry into the Ark Theatre.

The queueing snaked across the bridge and blocked up the shops (which at this time were thankfully closed). Resigned guardsmen watched from the sidelines, having surrendered any hope of organising people into any semblance of efficiency. 

There was a festival excitement to the air, a lively hubbub as people talked and shifted about impatiently. Calia and Jespar struck up an animated conversation about the songs they hoped would be played this year, bemoaning the previous where their favourites had been skipped in favour of that season’s latest trend.

Tharaêl looked to the Marksman, who hadn’t joined in the discussion. His friend seemed to be the very picture of patient ease… Betrayed by his eyes, which flickered about the crowd that surrounded them. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, but a frisson of animation ran through the queue and people began moving eagerly forwards - the doors to the Theatre had opened.

Hastened by the gap in front and people pushing from behind, they allowed themselves to be swept into the Masquerade.

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Spite

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No Mercy for the Wicked

It would be over soon. He needed to shoulder the burden of Prophet for just a little longer. Just a little longer... He could trust himself with a blade, now. Could carry a dagger on his hip without issue. But in the quiet times, the weak times, in mornings where he felt the kind of tired that sleep couldn't fix... With the razor in his hand... Wouldn't it be nice? To rest? [~1k words]

The Marksman Water in the cup. Brush wetted, applied to the soap, whisked. Foam to the face. The daily ritual, familiar and easy.

The cut-throat razor on the table by the basin. The daily ritual, familiar and easy. Pick it up. Pick it up.

Shave away the shadow of the previous day. Cheeks, chin, under the nose- The blade stilled at his throat, as it always did.

Oh, the temptation.

Every morning he met his own gaze in the mirror. Every morning he checked to see if that day, finally, would be the day he looked into the eyes of an evil man. And it would be final. One pull of the blade…

He felt… Tired. So damn tired, on the cusp of his limit. This grim march to his end and to the end of the Cleansing. And at the end of the road, so little of it left, now - Absolution. At last.

But today, it wasn’t only his own eyes he saw in the mirror. Ah, dear brother... A ghost at his shoulder, pale red and translucent, just like the beasts that had appeared before him on Halfmoon Isle. The apparition wore the armour of their Family, his long hair tied in a neat ponytail, his dagger at one hip and his poisons at the other. Just as he remembered. He smiled, as he’d always smiled. Rest. Join us. His hand came up to encourage the razor blade home. You know what to do.

A sigh. “Must you wear his face?” He asked the High Ones. A laugh that wasn’t his brother’s. Do you not appreciate seeing it again? Hearing his voice once more? Is it not good to see him unbroken, unlike how you left him? Blazes, it was. It was good. His traitor-heart failed him yet again. You know how this ends, False Prophet. Would it not be such a relief? Would you not prefer to die by your own hand, at your own choosing? “I will die at my own choosing. When I stop the Cleansing.” So you say, False Prophet, so you say. Again and again, as if the repetition of it makes it any less - hah - false. You will not stop our harvest. You cannot. Even if you give all of yourself, it will be inadequate. The visage of his brother in the mirror moved to his other side, placing his hands on his shoulders in a comforting gesture. He couldn’t feel them. You are inadequate, False Prophet. The High Ones continued. You were never meant for this role. Fret not, however, for there is one thing you excel at, is there not? The only thing you’re good for. Mercy.

Mercy. They whispered to him, in a voice of legion, tempting and beguiling. Mercy. It would be a relief. He’d given so much already - surely things with the Beacon could proceed apace without him now? Mercy. Blood beaded along the blade’s edge-

A thunderous knocking at the washroom door, a fist hammering the wood with impatience. “What the fuck are you doing in there?” Tharaêl shouted from the hallway. “I know you don’t take this long to shave!”

Guilt bloomed hot and shameful. No matter how sharp the blade, it wouldn’t make a clean cut, unmourned…

Tharaêl barged into the washroom, shouldered him aside so he could use the basin and mirror, and plucked the razor deftly from his grip. His friend took note of the telling red line across his throat, and belatedly he covered it with a hand. “Cut myself shaving.” He lied. Tharaêl narrowed his eyes at that, all too knowingly. “Go get dressed.” He demanded, harrying him out the door. “Summons came from the Temple an hour ago.”

“Tharaêl, wait.” He put a hand on the doorframe to halt himself as he was pushed through. “Am- Am I an evil thing?” Foolish to try and have this conversation now, at this time. Foolish to seek comfort from a man who knew not how to give it. “No.” He snapped, as if it was obvious. “Now get going! I’m not standing through another lecture from that cunt Arantheal about tardiness!”

- - -

Tharaêl Cut himself shaving, indeed! Of all the half-assed blatant lies-

He sighed, wrath ebbing. He’d felt the call of that seductive void before, that promised an end to the pain and everything else to boot. He could afford his friend a little sympathy, and not question it. He’d seen the guilt on his face.

He poured water from the ewer into the basin and prepared to wash, pausing only to listen and check his friend really had gone to get dressed.

He had. Good. Tharaêl turned his attention to the ghost in the mirror.

It was wearing the Father’s face, but all wrong… The robe wasn’t quite right, the mask never grinned like that, and His eyes certainly never glowed. It was like He was beyond the sight of whoever was copying Him, and they had only vague memories to go off. This must be the High Ones, like his friend complained about seeing, come now to torment him, too.

Well they could fucking get in line! He had his own personal ghosts, and they were there first.

He will kill you, Soul-Corpse. They mocked him. His love will drag you to your death alongside his. Pointless and futile. A waste. Washing finished, he picked up the shaving brush and soap. He didn’t get a shadow like his friend - just a few hairs - but it wouldn’t do to look like a scruffy teenager. You cannot save him. The High Ones couldn’t get the voice right, either - too masculine, with an odd echo. He cares more for his crusade against us than he cares for you. He washed the last of the foam from his face and carefully dried the razor. For all the fuss Arantheal made about these ‘High Ones’, they seemed a bit shit. Was this the best masterful manipulation they could muster? They rallied for one last tiresome attempt. He has made a beast of you. He has made you weak. Yet another who takes what they want and changes you to their whims. Where is your stalwart defence against such banal feelings, Soul-Corpse? Where is your control? “My control,” Tharaêl replied tartly, “is here.” He turned the mirror to face the wall.

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Davrin's just a constant big human sigh at this point.

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Caretaker: A new visitor. Rook: Her name is Penelope. Neve: Are you sure taking a cat to the Fade is a good idea? Rook: No? But here we are anyway.

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✨Star Summer Night - Masquerade Ball 🎆

Greetings, Enderal Fandom,

I have some exciting news to share with you all! The Star Summer Night celebration is fast approaching, and it would be delightful if you would join me on June 1st! 🎇

Although canonically this holiday is celebrated on the first day of spring - according to the Butcher of Ark books, we are choosing to be fashionably late this year - and our good friend Nico approves. He has even kindly provided us with a list of animal costumes that the canon characters would wear for the masquerade🦁

By the way, I will include the text of both letters under the cut below.

So, whether you are an artist, a writer, or simply someone who loves Enderal, we would be thrilled to see what you can come up with. You can share your work on social media using the hashtag #EnderalStarSummerNight.

Can’t wait to see all the fantastic things you create and to share in the excitement of this amazing event together 🎭

Text of the letters from the image:

“Dear Esteemed Guest, You are cordially invited to attend a grandiose celebration of the Star Summer Night, a masquerade ball of utmost elegance and grandeur. This enchanting event will be held at the renowned Ark Theatre on the first day of the summer, commencing at the dusk hour and extending until the wee hours of the morn. The theme of the event is as unique as it is fantastical; we humbly request that you grace us with your presence dressed as the animal of your choosing. Allow your imagination to soar and your spirit to take flight, as we honor the arrival of summer under the light of the stars. With great anticipation, we eagerly await your arrival. Sincerely, The Organizers of the Star Summer Night Masquerade Ball.”

And the second one, which is an addition:

“Esteemed Guest, It is with great pleasure that we anticipate your presence at the Star Summer Night Masquerade Ball. We write to inform you that several individuals, whom you may be acquainted with, have already confirmed their attendance and selected their attire for the evening's festivities: Jespar Dal’Varek — Wolverine, Calia Sakaresh — Red Fox, Tharael Narys — Panther / Hyena, Dijaam Onelys — Scorpion, Lishari Peghast — Cat, Lexil Merrayil — Otter, Yuslan Sha’Rim — Moray Eel, Konstantin Firespark — Grumpy Old Hippo, Tealor Arantheal — Lion, Natara Dal’Veram — Lioness Esme — Albatross, Ryneus — Butterfly, The Father — Immortal Jellyfish We trust that this information will be of interest to you, and we eagerly anticipate your own unique representation at this enchanted gathering. Warm Regards, The Organizers of the Star Summer Night Masquerade Ball.”

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"Shepard, sweetie, love of my life.."

GO GET A ROOM YOU TWO!!

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Enderal: Forgotten Stories — Ultimate Prophet/ess Ask

Fill it out yourself or reblog as is to use as an ask game. Use #enderal prophet ask as a tag 🏹

⚠️ Warning: Contains spoilers for both Nehrim and Enderal!

Basics:

1. Let’s start simple — what’s your Prophet/ess’s name, age, race, etc.? 2. Show us what they look like, or describe their appearance in detail.

Personality:

3. What’s their personality like? (Feel free to describe them in MBTI, D&D alignment, zodiac signs, Hogwarts house, or just your own words.) 4. What do they usually wear — for fighting, traveling, being in the city, relaxing at home? 5. What’s in their travel bag? 6. Any pets or mounts? 7. Do they have any treasured possessions? 8. Do they drink/smoke/do drugs?  9. Do they have any markings — scars, tattoos, birthmarks? 10. How would you describe their combat style? 11. Have they ever killed before? How do they handle combat emotionally? 12. How did they react to discovering their magical powers? Do they actually use them or hesitate to do so? 13. What’s their education level? How intelligent are they? 14. What are they proud of in themselves? What are they embarrassed about? 15. What, if any, aspects of their mother's culture influenced them growing up?  16. How honest are they? Under what circumstances would they lie? 17. What’s their worst memory? How about their best? 18. Fight, or flight? 19. What motivates them? What do they seek? 20. How do they feel about death? Do they fear it? 21. What (else) are they afraid of? 22. How do they act around people they like? People they dislike? And how do they behave when they’re alone? 23. What do they do to lower their considerable stress? Describe their perfect day off. 24. List three of their favorite things and three things they hate. 25. What makes them angry? And how do they act when they’re mad? 26. What do they regret? 27. In moments of despair, who or what do they turn to for guidance? 28. Let’s talk about their nightmares. Have they always had them? How do they feel about the way those dreams change throughout the story?  29. How would they describe themselves, in their own words? 30. Is your Prophet/ess inspired by any other characters? 31. Share a song (or a few) that remind you of them. 32. On the topic of music — can they sing? What does their voice sound like? Can they play any instruments?

The before:

33. What was their life like before coming to Enderal? 34. How do they feel about the coup in Ostian they likely witnessed two years ago — the one that led to the fall of the Creator’s Temple?  35. What was their relationship with Sirius like? How did the two of them meet? 36. What about other people they knew back on Nehrim — any important relationships or connections? 37. Who do they blame for what happened to their family? 38. Apart from stowing away, have they ever broken the law on Nehrim?  39. What led them to the decision to leave Nehrim? 40. What subtle cultural differences did they notice when they arrived on Enderal? What did they struggle with the most — unfamiliar food, strange traditions, or something else?

Main quest: 

41. How did their journey begin? What were their feelings about being thrown into a major investigation right from the start? 42. What was it like meeting the Nehrimese mages and learning to control the magic? 43. How did they react to meeting Tealor Arantheal and learning about the Cycle? 44. The visions of the Echo of the Past and the true nature of the Prophet — how did they respond to those revelations? 45. What were their thoughts on joining the Order? Did they feel honored, wary, trapped?  46. How long did they spend in Aixon’s realm, and what was that experience like for them? 47. How did their first encounter with the High Ones go? What was their reaction to facing such beings? 48. How hopeful were they after discovering the old Pyrean Beacon prototype in Old Dothulgrad? 49. What are their thoughts on the Aged Man? 50. How did they process the news of an impending war with Nehrim — Taranor Coarek’s warships nearing Enderal’s shores? 51. Coming across their own dead body in the Living Temple must’ve been horrifying — how exactly did they react? 52. What did they think of Coarek and his companions? How did they feel about the failed negotiations with Arantheal, and the mission's ultimate failure? 53. Finding Lishari murdered was a major shock most likely — what was going through their head at that moment?  54. How did they go about retrieving the three Black Stones? In what order, and why? What emotions came with each journey? 55. With Ark under siege and the Nehrimese in the harbor, everything falling apart — how do they take it all in? 56. What’s their impression of Kurmai and his starship, Gertrude? How did they feel about flying to Star City in search of answers? 57. Do they believe the Beacon can be lit safely using the consciousness of a High One? After all the betrayals, do they still trust Tealor? What’s keeping them going at this point? 58. What was their experience like in the City of a Thousand Floods? 59. When Yuslan makes his move and Tealor abandons them to trigger mass extinction — what goes through their mind? 60. How do they react to the Black Guardian’s revelations? 61. What’s their final choice — self-sacrifice to save the world, escaping with someone they’re close to to become the last people on Vyn, or… did they take the time to brew a certain special potion? What drove their decision?

Characters:

62. What was their first impression of Jespar? 63. How did your Prophet/ess feel about traveling with Jespar to Ark and arriving at the Sun Temple? 64. Does your Prophet/ess share Jespar’s views on life? 65. What about his views on relationships — are those something they agree with or challenge? 66. How does your Prophet/ess feel about Jespar’s family history? And what are their thoughts on Adila in particular? 67. Would your Prophet/ess consider escaping with Jespar before the Nehrimese invasion of Enderal? What about after everything is over? 68. What does the Prophet/ess like about Jespar? What do they dislike?  69. What was their first impression of Calia? 70. How did learning about Calia’s childhood and the disturbing story from her past affect your Prophet/ess? 71. What was it like meeting her “second soul” in Old Dothulgrad? How did they handle it? 72. How exactly did your Prophet/ess manage to grow closer with Calia? What are their common views and opinions? 73. Was discovering the full truth about Calia’s past a shock? How did your Prophet/ess choose to support her? 74. Does your Prophet/ess believe that embracing Calia’s demonic half is the right path forward? Or do they see it as a weapon to use — or something that needs to be purged permanently? 75. What does the Prophet/ess like about Calia? What do they dislike?  76. If your Prophet/ess ends up in a romantic relationship, what is it like? How do they express love, and what’s their dynamic as a couple?

Factions:

Rhalata: 77. Has your Prophet/ess fought in the Dust Pit of the Undercity? What made them do that? 78. What are their thoughts on Tharael’s ideas? And what do they think of him as a person? 79. Do they believe Nailaq deserves to live? 80. When it comes to Sister Pride — did your Prophet/ess choose to kill or spare her? Why? 81. Tharael or the Father — who did they side with, and what was the reason behind their choice? 82. What do they think about the Father's goals? And what about the methods he uses to pursue them? 83. If they chose Tharael, how did the ending of the questline go?  84. If things went well — how is their life now with the new housemate?

Golden Sickle:  85. How did joining the Golden Sickle go for your Prophet/ess? 86. Mael Dal’Loran — what do they think of him? What was the first impression? How did their opinion evolve over time? 87. And what about Dijaam? Any particular traits that your Prophet/ess liked or disliked in her? 88. During the argument between Mael and Dijaam about the ambushed caravan, who did your Prophet/ess support, and why? 89. What were their thoughts on what happened at the trading post? 90. Did your Prophet/ess flirt with Dijaam? Tell us about their connection, even if it was brief. 91. Who did they ultimately side with? What was the result of the theater’s play?  92. Are there any parts of the Pennypouches’ ideology that your Prophet/ess agrees with? Could he be the one they ultimately support?

World, game and lore:

93. How is their story paced? How long does it take your Prophet/ess to complete the main quest?  94. Do they change over the course of the story? In what ways? 95. How do they view the concept of fate versus free will in their journey? Do they believe they’re destined for something, or do they shape their own path? 96. What do they think of Enderal in general? 97. What is their opinion of the gods (or lack thereof)? And what about Tealor Arantheal in particular? 98. How do they feel about the Nehrimese mages cooperating with the Order? Could your Prophet/ess work alongside former enemies for a common cause? 99. If given the chance, would your Prophet/ess ever side with Coarek? Tell us more about their political views. 100. What if they were the victim of one of the Black Stones? How would it affect them — and how would they use that power? 101. If they had one question to ask the Living Temple, what would it be? 102. Is there good in the Black Libra’s activity? Can the Night of the Blind Daughters be justified by everything else they presumably did to punish sinners protected by their status? 103. How did it feel to witness Lishari’s final hours from within her mind? Do they find the Word of the Dead useful as a tool? Or do they feel like some lines should not be crossed? 104. What would they do if they could actually brew the Pyrean potion that treats the Red Madness, knowing about the apothecary’s story and visions? 105. Speaking of, do they carry a shard of the Sigil Stone to protect themselves from the Red Madness? Why or why not? 106. What do they think of Magister Yero — his ideas, his life story, and the conclusions he came to? 107. Were they familiar with the concept of other eventualities? If they had full access to the Plainswalker, how would they use it? 108. What’s their take on what happened to the Ancient Fathers? Why do they think Star City is empty? 109. Any particular place they want to visit on Vyn? And on Enderal? Why? 110. How do they spend their time when staying in Ark? 111. Do they enjoy the Ark theatre? Do they have a favorite play — or do they prefer bard songs? Or maybe they’re more drawn to the art gallery or museum? Tell us about their cultural and artistic tastes. 112. Where do they stay while in Ark? How do they feel about owning a home? How did they manage to earn enough money for it — if they did? 113. Do they enjoy city life, or do they prefer the countryside? Is there a specific region of Enderal they particularly like — or avoid? 114. What are their feelings and opinions about the Undercity? 115. If offered to join the Rhalata, would they consider it? If so, what would their new name be? 116. How do they feel about the idea of leaving the human shell behind? Would they prefer Apotheosis or Transcendence?  117. Speaking of, what does their moral compass tell them about Psionics, Sinistra magic arts in general and Phasmalism? Do they find it ethical enough to justify its use? 118. What about other cults? How did the investigation on the island of Kor go?  119. What are their thoughts on the cult of the Veiled Woman? What do they think of her persona and what she does to people?  120. If they became a draw-well missing its heart, what would their riddle be? Help with solving it! 121. Do they take on bounty quests? If so, any particular ones that they remembered? Why? 122. Have they heard of lycanthropes? Or could they be one themselves? How did that happen, or how did they discover it? 123. Was helping Maxus with Aurora an unusual experience for them? Tell us more about it. 124. How do they feel about myrads, leors, or other creatures they aren’t used to? What about monsters or the undead? Are there any that they fear? 125. Was there anyone — other than companions or major characters — that they were particularly close to or disliked?

Choices and reasons: 

126. Riverville major’s wife — would they spare her lover or make him face punishment? 127. Does your Prophet/ess give Tharutie her stolen bottle back or do they drink it instead? 128. Do they spare or arrest Hallys, the farmer-turned-bandit in the quest Deus Ex Machina? Why? 129. For the Whisperwood spores quest, does your Prophet/ess believe Bal Hes’Zel is capable of fixing the situation? 130. Sinistra dark arts and witch hunters: Andrasta or Rys — who do they side with? 131. The Foxhands — who’s right, and who deserves the worst? Do they side with Milbert or Sila? 132. Another investigation forces them to choose with little evidence: Darius or Karymea?

Many of the questions were borrowed from the very first Enderal Ask by @enderalappreciationblog posted way back in 2017. It actually laid the groundwork for this particular questionnaire.

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[comes crawling out of the podcast covered in blood] its really good you should listen

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Tristan ''Magpie'' Rivera -- lead singer of One For Sorrow and dumpster fire masquerading (badly) as a person

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Red Flags - Enderal edition 🚩⚔️

This took ungodly amount of time, but I’m proud to have it finished finally.

Software: Adobe Photoshop + Esoteric Spine 3.8.99

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USA people! Buy NOTHING Feb 28 2025. Not anything. 24 hours. No spending. Buy the day before or after but nothing. NOTHING. February 28 2025. Not gas. Not milk. Not something on a gaming app. Not a penny spent. (Only option in a crisis is local small mom and pop. Nothing. Else.) Promise me. Commit. 1 day. 1 day to scare the shit out of them that they don't get to follow the bullshit executive orders. They don't get to be cowards. If they do, it costs. It costs.

Then, if you can join me for Phase 2. March 7 2025 thtough March 14 2025? No Amazon. None. 1 week. No orders. Not a single item. Not one ebook. Nothing. 1 week. Just 1.

If you live outside the USA boycott US products on February 28 2025 and stand in solidarity with us and also join us for the week of no Amazon.

Are you with me?

Spread the word.

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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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Too many writers are using generative 'AI' to make their book covers, so I've written a guide on how to make your own cover for free or cheap without turning to a machine.

If you can't afford to pay an artist, you CAN make your own!

I hope this is a helpful overview that covers the basics and points to some free resources.

[essythewolf]

Since the shop is still not ready because of German bureaucracy bullshit + the reallife bullshit starts for real now + I was not happy with the print in terms of quality of lines and colors (but still wear the shirt and hoodie often).... Have it. Share it if you want. Works on all backgrounds and makes good stickers/flyers/flags. Everyone is free to use it for anti-racist purposes, but in case you want to buy directly from me I set it up as design for buttons, cards, sticker, magnet and scarf/flag on redbubble -> click here (and let me know if something doesn't work)

[essythewolf]

Old watercolor sketchbook of Enderal characters and friend's Prophets.