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Hit Points & Chivalric Romance

So one of the bits of D&Discourse I find popping up perennially is the “hit points are unrealistic” thing. Or, at the least, that they shouldn’t represent actual wounds, but instead more of a fatigue/morale abstraction. Combat actually consists of each participant taking repeated sword blows to their body, while they shrug it off & keep fighting, only to then recover with simple rest or a healing potion? Nonsense. Ridiculous.

But if you read old chivalric romance — Chretien, Malory, the undiagnosed author who wrote Perlesvaus — that’s absolutely how knights carry on. Regularly you get descriptions of combat that involve Sir Protagonist and Sir Encounter d’Random fighting ankle-deep in their own blood for like an entire afternoon. Then they go rest in a hermitage until they’re better or — more often than you’d expect — are healed on the spot with Unspecified Ointment. Which is still ridiculous, but it’s ridiculous with a literary pedigree now.

The ointment is usually depicted as rarer than your D&D-style ten-for-a-platinum healing potion, but it’s there. The healing through rest isn’t as handwave-y: it’s usually weeks, not overnight, and the text generally does imply that the hermit or whoever is treating their wounds, not just letting them crash in a spare bed. (Though the fact that it’s often a hermit also gives credence to the “clerical healing” thing.) And there are instances of an injured knight later succumbing to his wounds despite the rest, so you know. It’s not quite as abstracted as D&D healing, but the bones are very familiar.

Which leads me to my proposal for a fantasy TTRPG mechanic: hit points are real, but only if you’re a knight. Along with the title & the fief & the obligation of fealty, you also get a new box on your character sheet that makes combat work differently for you now.

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Owlis Fall of Dragons: Part 1: A Fox Ascending

Before the seasons were created, before all of life had been ordered, and while magic was still raw and primal, the gods descended upon Voto to hold meetings in a hollowed tree stump. This hallowed hollow stump was not known to most nor accessible, as this was a private space, a pocket world within the sleeves of the mortal realms.

A purple fox ran around, trying to her family’s attention. Owlis pouted slightly, but stopped to stare at her cousin, a blue fox named Ryvoh, who was staring in horror at a fluffy white fox. Snofall, was her name. The creature had been created just a few hours prior by the night goddess.

Approaching from behind, Owlis spoke teasingly, "You looked just like her when you were born,  small and rat-like."

"No, I wasn't!" She stamped her foot, puffing her cheeks at the older child.

"As soon as you were born I was sooo upset.” Owlis collapsed and rubbed the back of her paw across her forehead. “I told Mom 'No, you said I'd get a pretty baby cousin. She's so ugly! Why did you do this to me?"

Ryvoh gasped. "You're lying!"

A red-violet fox glanced at the two. She had been in a corner of a room, casually sipping on a cup of chocolate. "I had to throw a boot at my daughter for making a scene.”

Ryvoh's face slumped as Owlis gave her a toothy grin.

Snofall's mother said (her tone raspy because of her "performance") "Despair will be coming soon."

Owlis asked, "I thought everything went good?"

"Went well,” Pyonah corrected, strolling nearer. "Also, Despair is the name of the titan dragon. Knowledge would be coming too, but she hasn't talked with her brother for years."

Owlis would've asked more questions when she heard a call: "Help us!" but no one reacted.

Owlis poked her mom. "There's a weird noise."

"That's just an Oracle's prayer. You needn't pay heed.  They will keep praying."

"Shouldn't we answer?

"Why?"

Because they need help, Owlis thought. But even though she was too young to know etiquette, she knew when to remain silent. She slunk about the tree, past the walls of bark, and no one reacted to the many calls nearby. What was even the point of having Oracles sing your praises if you refused to answer them?

Then, she felt a cold breath and heard a female voice. "Little Owlis, I can open the door for you and you can go help them."

Owlis turned back to see the white fox, Nacht.

With a gesture of her paw, Nacht forced the bark to zip open, revealing a purple rippling vortex. She said, "Think no thoughts. Move before anyone can see you."

Owlis hadn't thought her aunt would do this for her, but seeing the remaining adults talking over cups of chocolate, she knew no one was watching. So, she backed up to the door.

Nacht gave her a nod.

And Owlis hopped through the portal.

Legends calling

Never stalling

Myths enthralling

Remembering

Then coalescing 

Soon fading

Lightning, Fire, Ice, and Earth

Psychic, poison, and water

The last notes on a choir! My Eternal Transcendent self!  

Based on mythological lore

An almighty universal roar!  

The last notes on a choir! My Eternal Transcendent self!

Owlis fell from the vortex. She couldn’t shout lest she alert her family, so she, quietly as possible, smacked the wet grass of the mortal world. 

With a groan, she rolled over the grassy plains. The vegetation smelled bitter and the atmosphere tried clinging to her fur, while storm clouds gathered up ahead. The wind's wrath pulled at a swing, trying to rip a protesting plank from ropes. The sky was a pale purple, except where the faint hints of yellow remained.

Owlis perked up then walked through this area with awe. The celestial plane lacked the sheer chaos the mortal realms had, and many quaint and curious occurrences caught her eyes as she tried to find the source of the prayers, from endless murky rivers of fish, reeds struggling to stay above water that was struggling to hop above stones. 

This was free, untamed, untrammeled. Was this the world her aunts created, and if so, why didn't they enjoy said world? Her aunts made this. For no reason?

A rough shout came from upon a hill. A pink hyena shoulder-checked a skeletal being, as the rest of the horde came down on her, their moans blending with the rapid winds. A small, adolescent black dragon ripped some zombies off of her,

"Oh, you must be the ones who called me!" Owlis said as she jumped from stone to stone. "Wait for me!"

The black dragon shouted at the pink hyena. "Okay, my dad said the best way to stop zombies is some mushrooms. Maybe if we go to the forest . . . "

With a staff, the hyena bashed at the endless graveyard minions. "We cannot trust such a small quantity; we will be saved by the gods no matter—"

"I'm here!" Owlis said with a wave.

The hyena and dragon blinked.

"So what are you asking for me for?" Owlis asked.

The hyena grabbed the staff with her mouth, silently regarded Owlis, then turned around to bonk a skeleton on the head, then shove the staff in his eyeballs. She finally addressed Owlis by asking, "Who are you?"

Owlis said, "My name is Owlis. I'm still an unknown Ascended."

"Kid, get out of here."

"Don't be so rude!" the dragon said as she tripped up a skeleton with a lash of her tail. "My name is Silence, her name is Pomm."

As zombies came for Silence, Pomm's eyes widened and she poked them away with her staff.

Owlis said, "Huh, undead. Is this really that safe to be out alone? Are you allowed out alone?"

Silence spoke in a soft tone, with kind eyes. She had a smooth, dolphin-like muzzle and head shape. "Oh, I believe I could say the same about you."

Pomm shouted for a little help as she was mobbed, while Owlis tilted her head. "I am a goddess. I am allowed to explore the world as I want!"

Silence said, "Hm, I see."

Pomm would shout something about her face being bitten off by the massive zombie collective, while Owlis tried to attune herself to nature. "Okay, I'll try to help you!" She put her paws together and tried channeling energy.

An orb of light flickered in front of Owlis as she felt lightning energy surround her. Heat released from the orb, lighting up the expressions of Pomm and Silence both figuratively and literally.

The energy popped in front of Owlis, sparks shooting out everywhere. The fox was knocked away from her own blast, but she quickly threw a thumbs-up, saying, "I'm okay, I think! I have most of my internal organs."  

Pomm ripped off a skeleton's arm, then asked, "What do you mean you're okay!? Why aren't you doing anything?"

"There's not enough lightning in the environment. Gonna need some help to get ready."

Pomm said, "Are you freakin' serious?" Right as a skeleton scratched at her, she donkey-kicked him in the pelvis.

Owlis glanced at Pomm's staff. "Wait, I think I can do something here." She poked the staff.

"What are you—"

The staff glowed hot purple. Flashing rapidly, the staff crackled with electricity, making Pomm fiddle with her grip. 

"Thunder enhancement!" Owlis said, proudly, dumbfounding Pomm.

Silence said, "You're good at this!" And she bit on Pomm's staff against protests, before impaling a zombie. The electricity crackled on striking the corpse and knocked them back, their body bubbling and sizzling.

More energy rose within the sky, and Owlis sensed the energy. She closed her eyes. "I think I can sense the lightning, but I can’t focus . . . "

Silence said, “I can help with that. Time to turn off the sound.” She let out a roar that quietened the zombies, shutting out all sounds. For a moment, Owlis thought the roar was so loud she was deafened.

Without sight, without sound, with only the feeling of heat running through the sky, Owlis focused. 

A strike of lightning hit her and her eyes opened wide. She floated midair, body wrapped by electricity, and pointed. 

Undead were instantly destroyed in flashes of light. 

Pomm's eyes dilated as she saw the almighty power of Owlis while Silence gave a hopeful prayer this time.

Owlis pointed and kept zapping away at the horde. The tree's leaves would whip around amid the incredible wind. After the storm ended, the fox landed, in the wake of corpses.

Silence was going to speak, but the roar blocked her voice. Luckily, maybe no one would know all the zombies had been defeated, and they could keep running.

And run they did.

Owlis glanced back at the sky, where her mom was. She wasn't sure how she would even return home, but someone would see her missing eventually. Then a roar sounded, one too loud to be silenced. 

So they ran faster.

Pyonah watched her daughter through a glass as Nacht lay next to her. The latter asked, "So her journey begins. Are you watching?"

"No. I would intervene. She must find her own path and I cannot let my moments of weakness come between her and fate."

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I made this for a summer art competition and don't believe I ever posted this outyond discord.

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Ozero, magical fox of La Sorciere.

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Something I've been working on.

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Cyras wielding Swaying Sunray, a spear gifted to her from her mother. Well, sorta gifted. More like Cyras explored some ruins that belonged to Sumhyr, and those ruins were created when Sumhyr summoned a giant solar flare to destroy her own kingdom.

Regardless, have a Cyras surrounded by fire, lava, and stones!

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Cyras Character Story 1

Accompanying a fox on dark street at night seems like a dangerous task, but for Cyras, so trained in this environment, she's the threat.

Her stark red fur may seem ironic for a predator in a world of green, but her sienna coat washes out to gray. In midstride, her ears twitch as she hears the heartbeat of anything, and smell them. Sneaking up on her is nigh impossible with her sharpened senses. Civics rarely learn how to employ their senses, therefore they remain with limited smell, hearing, and even taste.

Hearing a mouse scurrying across the street, Cyras flares into life - literally. Her fire magic blooms out from her paws, allowing her to rampage to the other end within a blink of the eyes, and soon she walks back with some quarry.

Her awkwardness is never acknowledged by her, as she drops the dead prey in front of Ahmond who is very taken aback.

"Cyras, um, why did you . . . "

"I wanted to give you a gift because you are my friend. I want to make sure you are well-fed."

"You're so sweet, but, I'm, uh . . . "

"I will make sure to get you some more rats if you would like once I encounter them."

Ahmond, surprised by her bluntness, says, "Oh, um, no that's fine. I've got plenty of rats at home that the health inspector doesn't need to worry about."

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At a ball.

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𝖭𝖾𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗌: 𝖥𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗌 🧚 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖥𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒

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Iueu'u belongs to KIERAL.

Owlis (the fox) belongs to me.

Gift for Kieral for their birthday.

I added redness/blushing to make Owlis look a bit more lively while depicting Iueu'u almost vulture-like as if she's death. The other oppositional part is light versus shadow.

I did a lot of experimentation with this, but tbh, I'm actually pretty pleased with the result.

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Old Neopet McDonald’s Promotional Items

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The Birth of Karma

"Sweet grapes are the only thing I'll be eating now. Welcome to the world, Cyras.

Your purpose is far beyond your own reckoning right now. You can only hear my voice in your head because I am too exhausted to speak, but I know Ryvoh has you. She will wash you in the river, and the waters will turn golden. You were not born off the same root of the Tree of Life as everyone else. You were born, because I chose that, on my own free will, and you will carry that freedom with you on wings of vengeance."

-Sumhyr.

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N:Era The Greatest Chill Comic (so far)

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About time I drew this wolf again, Swillow.

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2022 works

Just a list of stuff I did 2022.

The current finale page for a N:Era comic. The real main reason I haven't finished or even finished the scene is getting wrapped up in the main N:Era storyline.

This was for the end of N:Era: Where We Lie, where Owlis is about to spank Ahmond for her insolence and not paying back a loan. Yes, Owlis actually is just really big.

How'd you lose your eye, Cyras? This drawing was created with the idea of a white sky admittedly, though one of my friends mentioned the idea of having another color sky. However, I went with white anyway. The main reason is that white can mean death but also reflects the blankness of Cyras.

I even made a quick animation. I mean, you can even see the clouds behind Despair moving. The rain drops also wrap around the viewer. His face is distorted because of lenses.

Lol, so I experimented with mixing some Live action into the drawing. I never specify what movie they're watching exactly in the vampire story, lol.

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Oh yo, there's actually a way to fix this.

right Click on the video once, you'll get a black list of stuff that says loop and some other weird shit, you don't want that. Right click again, that summons up a white list of stuff. (Play, Loop, Fullscreen, etc, etc.) Go down to "Take a Screenshot." Click that, and you will be able to download a screenshot that shows up none of that.

STUPID HIGHLY SPECIFIC GRIPE

(and of course the only time this ISNT an issue is on MOBILE)