#dnd locations

[undead-merman]

Day Eleven: Magic Ritual

GN Tav with Astarion

Contains blood, Me being a nerd about DnD and using real locations from the Sword's Coast.

It’s been years. You’d traveled without the sun on your body for over five years now, maybe six if you were paying attention to that kind of stuff. Astarion is sure to have the date if you asked him, he’s sentimental like that, or a bit bitter, depending on the day. You’ve been all over the swords coast by this point, made new allies, seen them come and go. Most of them left when they discovered his true nature but you never let them hurt him. One of them had to put down due to her violent reaction, Should have never let a Cleric come with. It’s been tiring, but you never gave up. You were determined as you searched for a way to allow him to walk into the sun’s glory once more and cure him of his undeath. All these years you’ve kept him safe. From the sun, down to the littlest kobold who so much as dare to make a job.

You had gone as far as The World’s Spine and over to the Sea of Fallen Stars. You then found yourself in a cave settled deep in the Wood of Sharp Teeth after braving Durlag's Tower. Traveled down into the depths of its basement, a hellish labyrinth, but it was finally in hand. A scroll of true resurrection. The weight exceeded that of mere parchment; it held Astarion's future. But hell’s you both were dead tired. You could have passed out for at least a tenday, perhaps even more. Your lover looked the same as well. Too tired to even comb the caked on gore from his hair. Both of you slouch as the campfire takes hold of the kindling.

You reach into your pack and start taking out the scroll. Its aged parchment felt fragile in your hands, and as you opened it to study the ciphers you heard a noise of protest.

“Darling, as excited as I am to finally have the damned thing, don’t you think it might be better to rest? Who knows what might happen. Why it might blow us both up in the process if your droopy eyed gaze reads a symbol wrong. As much as I do love your empty-headed stares.”

You give a tired laugh at his sass. “Of course I want to do it now. I don’t want you to wait a second longer. I want our next sunrise to be this one.” you couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto your face.

His eyebrows knit together, making the lines on his face more prominent before melting away into a soft smile, one that you see so rarely yet one only reserved for you.

“As charming as that was, it’s still powerful magic. I’ve waited over two hundred years, I can wait a few more days.” The love of your life holds his arms open, inviting you in.

How could you say no?

-

It wasn’t a tenday, it was hardly a full rest before you had snuck out of Astarion’s arms and started reading over the scroll. It was a novel, each word must be spoken perfectly and without a single quiver of your voice. It would be a testament to your reading and acting skills if you managed to pull this off. You kept the fire burn as you went over every glyph and gesture in grueling detail. After nearly up the continent and back, traveling to find the damned thing. Not just that, rumor chasing, reading through old tomes to find such a spell to help, doing favors, slaying more monsters than you could count. So much work came down to this, of course you couldn’t sit still.

Your eyes had drifted over to his mediating form. He looked so peaceful. Everything, everything was for him. He'd know freedom once more, pure freedom.

You must have made a noise, his eye peeked open. Astarion’s face bore a miniature frown. “Darling what are you doing?”

“You thought I’d be able to sleep?”

“Well, I had certainly hoped so. Especially when I so graciously offered my arms as your own pillows.” he stood and approached with soft steps as his ivory palm touches your shoulder.

Your eyes went back to the cyphers, and he looked over your shoulder to see. You both sat in comfortable silence. He was listening to the sound of your breathing. His scent filled your nose, pleasant and not overwhelming, you’d miss it when it was gone. You had gotten used to the fragrance, you were going to miss the sight of that little bottle he carried in his front satchel. You’d grown fond of smelling it bright and early in the night as he would pluck it out and tap it against his neck, his stomach, wrist, wrist and legs.

You were on the eve of change, and it thrilled you, yet there was anxiety. So much would shift, so many things would branch and become new. You were sure Astarion felt it to a much more intense degree. You smiled, remembering asking him about Cazador and how he mouthed off.

“I won’t leave you.”

You hummed in question giving him your full attention. He had that old stress line over his forehead, he was being serious. “When I remove this curse, I won’t just leave you. I made a promise to be with you. I don’t intend to change that. As far as I’m concerned, we are together, for as long as you’ll have me.”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his nose, so soft that even a moth would not mind its caress. “Let us be forever then.” He tilted his head up and his lips met yours, they were as soft as the first time. Peck after peck, you both traded until they became deeper, his tongue delicately finds your lips but never breaches.

You peeled yourself away reluctantly, eyes focused on Astarion’s. Wet. Not enough to fall from his eyes, but enough to haven shown a gleam of his true emotions. You would have kissed them away if they had spilled out.

“Come on. Let’s get you back to your mortal self, shall we?” You proclaimed with a broad grin, extending your hand. With unwavering determination, he accepted. To be loved, it to be changed. And you are sure, without a doubt in your heart, Astraion was the most beloved person in this realm.

You will change together, evolve as one.

[ichimakesart]

Orusk

Memorise of battle

One of the locations our party is in, with tumultuous history.

Concept by @raceofhearts

[awindinthelantern]

D&D Location idea: The Silent Library

A grand, historic library has been the hallowed halls of research and study for centuries. In honor of this, the library has been enchanted with a variant of the Silence spell, So that no one can be heard by anyone more than five feet apart from them, no matter how loudly they mutter or think out loud. This enchantment ensures that the library remains a quiet place of study, without auditory disturbances of any kind.

Twist: Someone is found dead in the library, murdered by knife, or spell, or some other deadly attack. No one saw the attacker, and because of the enchantment no one heard the attack either. The murder must thus be investigated with almost no leads beyond the list of patrons who had signed in throughout the day from opening until the time the body was discovered.

Note: To prevent the Speak With Dead spell from making solving the murder too easy, have the victim stabbed or otherwise killed from the backside, so that they don't know who killed them for certain, even if they might have their suspicions.

Variant: Perhaps instead the enchantment is on a private library or study in the home of a wealthy wizard, archeologist, or other scholar, placed on the library so that no one outside the room can hear them when they think out loud (trade secrets must be kept secret). The home's owner fails to show up for a dinner party they are hosting, and the door to his silent library/study is broken down to reveal him murdered at his desk. The murderer must then be weaseled out from those who were in the house at the time for the party.

[pigeon-princess]

A few locations in Barovia Valley that our party has seen so far

[eliotbaum]

Artwork from our Curse of Strahd campaign I did for our group’s secret santa last year

[toasterdrake]

hey, pspspspsps. you play D&D? you dm?

consider a settlement of elves and dwarves sharing each end of a giant tree. because that's what i just came up with

i know hardly anything about D&D so i pass this over to y'all. seemed like a cool concept. please credit me if you end up using it though!!

gonna start calling dwarves tubers. lil root veggie lads <3

also research deck prisms!!! they're really cool!!!

[harriertail]

cartographer allegations etc etc // maps for @felisfern

[caemidraws]

Session notes

[joenhead]

hi yall im back anyways sol posting because emily and jake said their characters would be a lot more grim had sol been alexandrited and murph attested to that saying sol is the more optimistic of them and a scenario where duck team is just missing someone fussing over them with food and knitted items has taken its place in my head and i cannot stop thinking about it. cant stop thinking about a kenna who never met sol bufo. imagine kenna, who has such a close relationship to sol that theyre calling eachother siblings now! shes his sis!!! imagine that kenna having never met him. imagine an albin who has no hype man. his best friend of years, the one person he could trust and count on to have his back and support him just gone. not to mention swag. swag who in the main campaign believed himself to be alone which is why he attached so tightly to the only thing he had. swag who found someone who is like him, who IS him. in a world without sol bufo that swag never turns a new leaf. never finds the family he misses. and of course callie and calder.

puts my head in my hands augh callie and calder without sol…

honestly i cant even begin to imagine it because ill just get too sad LMAO like nooooo i cant tear them apart ,, just the feeling of something always missing never feeling quite complete without him…oooo.

[turgid-cucumber]

Strahd Zarovich, Chosen of the Dark Powers

[sinestrosmind]

thanks to @tinyghostotus I made a few redraws of an IDW TMNT panel that were ABSOLUTELY meme material

[axolotldice]

The Grove - 8 piece Set

By claw and tooth, from root to thorn, The Old Oak's grove, to wildlings sworn. The forest rose with claw and tooth, To tear the darkness from its roots. In darkest hour, a concord made, Twixt harp and wild against the shade. The towers siezed, the battle done, The moonrise broke the Darkest One

[ichimakesart]

Weightless

In order of apperance:

Samir - @whispering-jabberwocky

Viktoria - @mayaminamoto

Tanit - @sayonaramidnight

Monkey King

...King was the only one uninterested in putting on flying spell

Piece partially inspired by the location in our dnd session by @raceofhearts

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[emblazons]

QUEST: "MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL"

Glawen • Half-Elf | Ranger | Noble Post-Epilogue Adventure • Baldur's Gate III + part ii When the Hero of Baldur's Gate descends into Waterdeep's Dungeon of the Crypt following a lead on the long-lost Cloak of Dragomir (that he might once again grant his lover, the vampire spawn Astarion, moments in the sun), he finds himself hunted by one of the last descendants of the Unseen—an ancient group of shapechangers, illusionists, assassins, thieves, and other evil creatures driven into the underbelly of the Crown of the North over 100 years ago. Armed with little more than wits, a ranger's proficiencies, recountings from Professor Gale Dekarios and the few Unseen histories chronicled in Volo's Guide to Waterdeep, Glawen slowly realizes he is facing a demon even more terrifying than Orin the Red—a greater doppelganger with access to every thought, experience, insecurity and desire he's ever had, with an insatiable thirst to see both him and his beloved ended before the secrets of the dungeon are revealed.

[pigeon-princess]

Front and back cover illustrations for my Curse of Strahd zine: Beyond the Mists. You can get the zine now on my online shop!

[fnafverse-quotes]

Lolbit: Gender roles..?

Lolbit: *Lolbit opens their fist, revealing multiple D&D dice*

Lolbit: BUT WHICH ONE DO I..?