💎 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Hat of the Nimbus Mage
Wondrous item, rare (requires attunement by a druid, sorcerer, warlock, or wizard) ___ This twin-peaked wizard hat has thin, wispy clouds circling its mountainous spires. You can mentally command the clouds to look like different weather using an action. The hat has 6 charges and regains 1d6 + 1 expended charges daily at dawn. If you spend at least 1 hour in a naturally occurring fog bank, the hat regains all expended charges at the next dawn instead. 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨. While wearing the hat, you can expend 1 or more of its charges to cast the following spells from it, using the typical casting time for each spell when you do: “feather fall” (1 charge), “gaseous form” (3 charges), or “misty step” (2 charges; you appear as a swiftly traveling patch of fog). Alternatively, you can use an action to expend 1 or more charges from the hat to cast the “fog cloud” spell from it. For 1 charge, you cast the 1st-level version of the spell; you can increase the spell slot level by one for each additional charge you expend. 𝙉𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. While wearing the hat, you can use an action to expend 2 of its charges to return any naturally occurring inclement weather within a 1-mile radius, centered on you, to a neutral state. The neutral weather can be clear or with light clouds, cool or warm, and with either a calm or moderate wind. After 8 hours, the weather returns to its previous state, unless the GM rules otherwise. You must be outside to use this property of the hat. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!
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⚠ - for misty! @theteufortcrew
Send ⚠ and a name, and i will make a bad presentation slide about that muse
Be it yours or mine.
@theteufortcrew
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“Listen! It’s not my fault that I’m such a bad flyer! And it’s not my fault I have so many... things I can do!”
“Maybe I’m just better than you.”
“Y’know... I just got a pretty nice stock on poison arrows... They say their tips are dripping with iron... It’s great for handling Phoenixes...”
“I take it back, nevermind--! I take everything back!”
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Birds of a Feather - closed
@videogamer382
It had been a long day for Fadiyah with delivering letters to other fellow avian-folk. As for the start of the day, it had been more quiet than the past few weeks. Letters began stocking up from other refugee areas being sent to their location. She kept tab on who came and who left, making sure just about everyone received their letters. Since the war had ended, there were so many refugee camps all scattered around the country. Most avian folk were affected by the outcome of the long-lasted war. For Fadiyah, it was heart-breaking to see such things. But, to keep her composure, she had to keep to her work.
She kept herself posted in front of one small nest, only built to keep one person warm and sheltered from this god-forsaken war. It was home to Misty, one of the more unusual-appearing harpies. Fadiyah herself was not a harpy; she was a ‘Roc’, an avian subspecies that were senders of letters.
“Let us see here...” She shuffled through her bag of assorted letters that hung on her shoulder. “...here we are.” Raising one hand, she knocked on the makeshift door to the nest. “For Misty Cross?”
Within the nest, it rustled and a shorter, gray-feathered Harpy revealed herself from within the nest. Her head popped out curiously, as if she had ears perking up from her name. Based on her appearance, she was in fact unusual-looking. Her hair was of pure white color, no faltering strands of hair that were any different. She had an eyepatch covering her left eye with a large, noticeable scar that could be seen on top and below the eye-patch. Her other eye was Gold, but the sclera within her eye was completely black.
“Anythin’ for me, madam?” She perked up.
Fadiyah sighed, “I have a few letters for you right here from your folks back home. I am quite sure you will be itching to read them, yes? Keep yourself posted for more. They are sure to send some again.”
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@shootingxstardust liked for a starter from Misty!
“Where am I now?”
The harpy stretched out her wings, lightly scratching her head with one clawed hand and unsure of where she exactly was... The people around her were much taller than her, making it rather difficult to even see over people. Her appearance made her stick out like a sore thumb, however.
Where was she?
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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.
𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨 &. 𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭. suburban july. scraped knees. bruised knuckles. blood in your teeth. bare feet on hot concrete. restlessness. your high school’s empty parking lot. love poems in your diary. a window open to coax in the breeze. burning inside. an ill - fitting party dress. a t - shirt you cut up yourself. the time you tried to give yourself bangs. biking to your friends house. bubble gum. gas station ice. the feeling that you’ve met before. rebellion. a car radio playing down the street. cheap fireworks. a heart drawn on the inside of your wrist with a sharpie. switchblades. red solo cups. dancing in your bedroom. screaming yourself hoarse.running out of options. the forlorn looking basketball hoop at the end of a cul - de - sac. climbing onto your roof at night while your parents are asleep. flip - flops. a eulogy written on loose - leaf. the merciless noontime sun.
𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐭. speaking in a whisper. holding your breath. a browning garden. a half remembered story. furniture covered with sheets. fog at dawn, mist at twilight. losing touch. the ethereal space between winter and spring. the soft skin at your temple. the crack in the hallway mirror. things you’d say if you knew the words. uncombed hair. books with writing in the margins. books with cracked spines. books with lines scratched out. prayers on all souls’ day. a chipped ceramic bathtub. a cold stone floor. the uncomfortable awareness of your own heartbeat. the sparrow that got in your house. shadows. the creek you played in as a child. a dirty night gown. an oversized t - shirt. a collection of your favorite words. soil beneath your nails. ghost stories. the strangeness of your own name in your mouth. deep silence. exhaustion. a cliff with a long, long drop down.
𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. wicker deck furniture. new england summer. large sunglasses and a blonde bob. a storm over the ocean. patio umbrellas flapping in the wind. the smell of chlorine. muffled laughter. sarcasm. starched cuffs. day drinking. bay windows. the idea of love. love for the idea of love. love for love’s sake. hangovers. wandering over the sand dunes. a vagabond with a guitar. fishermen with tattoos. a pretty boy with a slacked tie. a lighthouse. growing too close. boat shoes. feeling yourself change. big, floppy sunhats. double - speak. a song you keep listening to. turning red under their gaze. margaritas drank on an inflatable pool lounger. string lights on a balmy night. sleepy june days. fights you’re unprepared for. hope you weren’t expecting. pranks that go too far. bad poetry. pining. becoming less of a stranger.
𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡. the space where your grief used to be. a bird that’s lost an eye. old blood stains. heavy blinds. the smell of sweat. the stillness after a battle. a fake smile. a curse. the taste of metal at the back of your tongue. your house, unfamiliar in the dark. a dusty crib. the smell of sulfur. an orange pill bottle. streaks in the sink. a black cocktail dress. your hand on the doorknob, shaking. a chilly breeze. crunching from the gravel driveway on a moonless night. clenched hands. a rusty swing set. a flashing digital clock stuck on 12 : 00. a snake that crosses your path. an owl that watches you. a dog that runs when you approach. red smoke, dark clouds. cool steel. tile floors. footsteps in the hallway late at night. a baggy suit that used to fit before. visions. insomnia headaches. nursery rhymes. being too far in to go back now.
𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. the high drama of small towns. a pickup truck. military supply duffel bags in the hall, hugs all around. tulip bulbs. a wraparound porch. a pitcher of iced tea. a rubber halloween mask. someone on your level. ill - timed proclamations. stomach clenching laughter. rushing in. not minding your business. crepe paper. white lies. secrets written down and thrown away. southern hospitality. homemade curtains in the kitchen. a sink full of roses. hiding in the bushes. old friends. the wedding dress your grandma wore, and her mama before her. a dog - eared rhyming dictionary. chamomile with honey. the intimacy of big parties. lawn flamingos. gossip. a crowded church. friendly rivalries. unfriendly rivalries. stuff getting real. love at five hundredth sight. not realizing you’re home until you’re there.
𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫. cement block buildings. power lines that birds never perch on. the end of the world. useless words. rainless thunder, heat lighting, a too big sky. arthritic knuckles. broken glass. chalk cliffs. the pulsing red - black behind closed eyes. something you learned too late. wet mud that sucks up your shoes while you walk. a cold stare. empty picture frames. empty prayers. the obscenity of seeing your parents cry. a treeless landscape. bloody rags. grappling in the dark with reaching hands. the sharpness at the the tips of your teeth. the blown out windows of a skeletal house. decay. jokes that aren’t jokes. biting your tongue. prophecies. aching muscles, tired feet. stinging rain. invoking the gods. wondering if the gods are listening. worrying that the gods are dead. white noise. shivers. numbness. the unequivocal feeling of ending.
𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭’𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. the smell of wet soil and dead leaves. listening to music on headphones with your eyes closed. wildflowers. the distant sparkle of lightning bugs. fear that turns into excitement. excitement that turns to frenzy. mossy tree trunks. a pair of yellow eyes in the darkness. night swimming. moonlight through the leaves. a bass beat in your chest. a butterfly landing on your nose. a kiss from a stranger. a dark hallow in an old tree. glow in the dark paint. drinking on an empty stomach. a twig breaking behind you. spinning until you’re dizzy. finding glitter on your body and not remembering where it came from. an overgrown path through the woods. cool dew on your skin. a dream that fades with waking. moths drawn to the light. giving yourself over, completely. afterglow. the long, loving, velvety night.
Tagged by: @goobuster told me to
Tagging: @slicing-clovers @multiverse-swampy @the-maelstrom-tavern @serpentine-rogue @ignisthepyro and you :0
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// *I'm stuck at school but take these doodles while I wait to head home
// *(bottom two were done for Art)
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“It’s not every day I see a green owl lose its marbles. That... bird scares me.”
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📜 Misty?
Send in 📜 to get a random fun fact about my muse.
For multi-muses, specify the muse.
> Misty loves to dress up. She loves getting into costumes and playing as characters she’s seen from TV shows, movies, or video games. Most of the costumes she has she’s put together.
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*audible stretching birb noises*
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🔪😏🏊
Ask muse how good they are at..
🔪 - melee weapons
“I’m decent when it comes’ta usin’ handheld weapons. My papa taught me how to use ‘em against intruders. My mama wasn’ too fond of me usin’ ‘em, tho’.”
😏 - lying
“Mmm... I wouldn’t say I’m the best, but I can say I’m quite experienced in that field.”
🏊 - swimming
“I can’t swim... at all. My feathers get all soaked and I sink in whatever body o’ water I’m in. But I can keep myself floatin’ on water when necessary.”
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✭✭✭✭! for anyone
FOR EVERY PERSON THAT SENDS ME ✭ I WILL GIVE YOU A RANDOM HEADCANON ABOUT MY MUSE.
> Luna has a big crush on Metztli. She loves people who are physically strong, tall, or just big overall.
> Misty loves ice skating. To add onto this, she’s a monster at ice hockey. She is very scary to play against, but seems to play passively. Most of the time, she plays goalie (mainly because she takes the advantage of using her wings).
> Vivian often has recurring dreams of the Changeling Queen attempting to talk to her. Although, since she’s blocked her out, the dreams are repeats.
> Tona is another avid gamer, but plays much more often compared to Iris. They both play video games, but haven’t had the time to play against each other.
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“oh god, no. this is more boring than taking a shit.” - @theteufortcrew (tobias @ misty)
THE GUILTY (2021) SENTENCE STARTERS.
“Listen, I care for my weapons to actually work than to let ‘em rust and break,” she grumbled. “Your stuff needs fixin’ too. Sorry I’m ‘taking my time’.”
The young harpy had to care for her weapons as they weren’t administered by Mann Co. themselves. How they formed her bows didn’t have the same touch and often ruined her aim. For the sake of this, she has stuck with her old weapons for years, making them easier to use but refusing to take what’s new.
“Mine works better than most bows, and I’m not takin’ some compacted bow over mine.”
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@theteufortcrew continued from here
The fellow Sniper squinted at the Spy, continuing to repair her Huntsman. She had a few extras in case this one were to snap, but this one was the oldest one she had. She intended to use it up until it snapped, which wouldn’t be for a while.
In the back of her mind, she had a feeling he intended to do that little knowledge check. It was all in how she dressed and how she presented herself. Unlike most of the people on the team, most of the attire they wore couldn’t fit her. She resorted to shorts or skirts, as pants and shoes could not be worn on her scaled legs and talons. They easily tore through the fabric. Her wings needed space and sleeved shirts wouldn’t work, so Misty had to wear loose spaghetti-strap tees and sleeveless jackets to compensate for the space her wings needed. She looked messy and not well dressed, so it was no surprise that she was often asked if she was even in the right place.
“...thanks,” she responded. “I didn’t really expect to get a knowledge questionnaire thrown at me today. Guessing you thought I was just a kid, huh?”
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“If they’re shooting at you, they’re bad.“ - @theteufortcrew (from tobias to whoever you'd like >:3)
Captain America: The Winter Soldier {Sentence Starters}
“I’ve figured as much,” spoke the Harpy, assorting her arrows. “I already lost too many feathers from the times I’ve been shot at.”
Her Huntsman had a few nicks and scratches that she was wrapping with white bandages to keep its accuracy up to par. For the Spy, he was a new stranger to the team. She raised a brow at his statement as if she was a newbie being told this.
“I’m a sniper and I’m gonna get shot at. Hell, I’ve had to spend a week to regrow my feathers. Flying is hard business.”
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🔫 Team Fortress 2
Send me 🎮 + the following for our muses to play a game together
🔫: Shooting game (e.g. call of duty)
“Holding a mouse is... kinda hard.” Misty mumbled, trying to hold the computer mouse in one clawed hand. Pressing keys weren’t much of a problem for the Harpy, but mice were very hard to hold. Especially when she has small thumbs that barely hold anything.
“O-Okay, now Sapphire knows how to play this game... although, I got a feelin’ I’ve seen this before..”
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