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Any Ideas for DnD University

i’m writing a campaign that’s like dark academia 1850’s fantasy scooby doo but with cults and murder and i need to build a low Fantasy University so i need courses that my players can choose

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Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!

Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.

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I was at an Oasis concert but Markiplier had replaced Liam Gallagher and he started the concert by saying, "Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier and welcome to Oasis." The only song I remember them playing is Champagne Supernova but it had Liam's voice.

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So I did a tarot reading for myself

apparently I’m “too closed off” and “need to open up” and “allow myself to rely on others”.

but I don’t see it

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speaking of anyone else just seriously disappointed with any scene where an enchanted/ goth/ dark person/ building is transformed from being dark/evil/gothic perfection into…

awful awful horrible terrible awful

like no…

go back, it was cool and funky before

now it’s just sad.

You ever just watching a “very slightly” historical film

That is not in any way shape or form actually historically accurate, but you see the architecture/ costumes/ jewelry/ intricate details on furniture/ instruments and just…

bdidgjeyuetgsyhffjhhdlhfohvjlckhdiyeyodlufhkstisyidigsitskykhckhdyifupfu

*crypid esc screech*

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You ever just watching a “very slightly” historical film

That is not in any way shape or form actually historically accurate, but you see the architecture/ costumes/ jewelry/ intricate details on furniture/ instruments and just…

bdidgjeyuetgsyhffjhhdlhfohvjlckhdiyeyodlufhkstisyidigsitskykhckhdyifupfu

*crypid esc screech*

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Just a short story of mine I found from about a year ago. :)

We begin on a dark night

yes, it’s cliche I know but I’m only telling the story.

it was a dark night, the sky was clear, but a storm hung in the air, suffocating any who so much as breathed within the wood.

A girl ran through the forest. Bellowing past the fallen trees, past rocks and boulders, past animals who saw her and quickly fled.

Breathing heavily, panting, but she couldn’t stop running. She couldn’t stop. It would catch her.

Her foot caught on a branch.

And she tripped

And she fell

She tried to get up but her legs wouldn’t move. She was frozen. Stuck. Dead

everyone heard the scream erupt from the wood. It wasn’t the first time, but it echoed, through the woods, through the village, through the mountains and the hills, chilling everyone to the bone.

No one expected the second scream.

it was shrill, monstrous. The beast was afraid, it was in pain.

Running again, not prey this time. This time it was a hunt.

Dark again, the moon the only light, illuminated the monsters tracks.

It must be caught. It must be killed. This cycle must end. The beast must end.

What happened next. I don’t remember, it’s fuzzy.

Something about falling, stabbing pain, a net, fear.

Then darkness, no more moon, no stars, no sky at all.

Then a light, warm, fuzzy, golden, dim.

like a lantern floating in the dark. Maybe whoever has it remembers what happened to me.

I walk over to the lantern bobbing in the darkness. No one is here. Maybe if I-

I reach out for the lantern.

Falling

I hit solid ground, dirt, walking forward, grass. Sharp rocks cut into my feet, I don’t care. I’m alive.

I run, through the grass, over the rocks. I run out of joy, joy to be alive. I stop. We’ve caught up to each other now.

“wait”

what

“who are you, why are you in my head”

I’m you

“no, you’re not”

Yes I am, I’m different, but I’m still you

“I am me, you are a beast”

We are a beast

I look down at my hands, slightly different than before, too sharp, barely noticeable, but still different.

“ what happened”

They were chasing me, chasing us, they caught us both in their net. The beast. And the witch.

“I’m no witch, that boy lied”

who would they believe, really

We exist together now, we died together, now together we live again. We can take our revenge, or we can live.

“I don’t want this, I want to go home”

as do I

But we cannot return to our homes, either of us. You will be killed again, and I will die with you. Please we were given a chance to live once more. Don’t make me give it up.

“Okay, but I will find a way to separate us, one day”

One day, you will, I will help you. I promise.

“I know”

I know

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We begin on a dark night

yes, it’s cliche I know but I’m only telling the story.

it was a dark night, the sky was clear, but a storm hung in the air, suffocating any who so much as breathed within the wood.

A girl ran through the forest. Bellowing past the fallen trees, past rocks and boulders, past animals who saw her and quickly fled.

Breathing heavily, panting, but she couldn’t stop running. She couldn’t stop. It would catch her.

Her foot caught on a branch.

And she tripped

And she fell

She tried to get up but her legs wouldn’t move. She was frozen. Stuck. Dead

everyone heard the scream erupt from the wood. It wasn’t the first time, but it echoed, through the woods, through the village, through the mountains and the hills, chilling everyone to the bone.

No one expected the second scream.

it was shrill, monstrous. The beast was afraid, it was in pain.

Running again, not prey this time. This time it was a hunt.

Dark again, the moon the only light, illuminated the monsters tracks.

It must be caught. It must be killed. This cycle must end. The beast must end.

What happened next. I don’t remember, it’s fuzzy.

Something about falling, stabbing pain, a net, fear.

Then darkness, no more moon, no stars, no sky at all.

Then a light, warm, fuzzy, golden, dim.

like a lantern floating in the dark. Maybe whoever has it remembers what happened to me.

I walk over to the lantern bobbing in the darkness. No one is here. Maybe if I-

I reach out for the lantern.

Falling

I hit solid ground, dirt, walking forward, grass. Sharp rocks cut into my feet, I don’t care. I’m alive.

I run, through the grass, over the rocks. I run out of joy, joy to be alive. I stop. We’ve caught up to each other now.

“wait”

what

“who are you, why are you in my head”

I’m you

“no, you’re not”

Yes I am, I’m different, but I’m still you

“I am me, you are a beast”

We are a beast

I look down at my hands, slightly different than before, too sharp, barely noticeable, but still different.

“ what happened”

They were chasing me, chasing us, they caught us both in their net. The beast. And the witch.

“I’m no witch, that boy lied”

who would they believe, really

We exist together now, we died together, now together we live again. We can take our revenge, or we can live.

“I don’t want this, I want to go home”

as do I

But we cannot return to our homes, either of us. You will be killed again, and I will die with you. Please we were given a chance to live once more. Don’t make me give it up.

“Okay, but I will find a way to separate us, one day”

One day, you will, I will help you. I promise.

“I know”

I know

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Help

I’m waiting for class and now I can’t move because there’s a slug on my shoe and I don’t want to accidentally hurt him

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Very rude that I don’t have an east facing window in my room so that I can wake up with the sun on my face and look like a fairy.

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"why do we even have that lever" is made funnier by the fact there are only 2 levers to begin with (disguised as a pair of tusks on a statue)

i find the implications hilarious:

kronk only had to remember the location of one lever, and couldn't even manage that

but on the other hand, it's easy to get two identical unlabelled levers confused, this one's on yzma tbh

yzma only needed to make one lever to begin with, but she actively chose to turn the second tusk into a functioning trapdoor. she could have just...just not connected the second tusk to anything. it didn't need to have a function

upon reflection, this also answers the question itself: "why do we even HAVE that lever?" it's because yzma herself specifically designed it as a booby trap. "why do we have that lever?" because yzma had it built to keep people out of her secret lair! yzma made the very purposeful choice to put that lever there! and then both she and her inept henchman immediately forgot about her own booby trap! yzma that is YOUR LEVER!!!!!

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Who cares about minimalism my aesthetic is having so many pillows on the couch that you can’t even sit on it anymore and saying it’s not enough

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deeply fond of pretty plants with hideous names. begonia. crocus. I'm too lazy to add a third but I feel I've made my point strongly.

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Farewell online privacy

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I have a good internal compass because one time when I was seven I ate a fridge magnet so now I keep accidentally going north.