#drakwald

[adelaide-lanshasaa]

Scenario 1 : Arachnids

Quick note : you will notice a mistake, as the Schaffenfest takes place outside of Bögenhafen. I did not know that when the characters played the scenario, thus, I apologize. This scenario takes place after the adventures of Chef, but the reading order does not matter much so far. Both are included in the first scenario as an introduction to the players. Some might recognise two scenario hooks from the 4e bood "Adventures afoot the Reikland".

Maria and Selgrim are walking in the Reikwald toward the wood exploitation of Willibert Klemm. Giant spiders made their nest in the trees, and the merchant has been loosing profit since, but decided to make money out of the situation, and asked for someone to get him some of the creature's silk for him to sell.

The young woman and the dwarf met on this occasion. They quikly found out that they both wished to travel to Übersreik, and that they needed a guide and some money. Maria traveled from her village in Tabalecland in hopes of becoming a knight for the Empire's army, and believes that the now politically unstable city will offer her opportunities to get noticed as a hero. As for Selgrim, he grew up in Bögenhafen until now, and wishes to travel as well, hopeful to find something interesting in Übersreik.

As they make their way on the path, voices catch their attention.

"Are you sure that's a good collet ?"

"I don't know, I'm a blacksmith, not a hunter !"

As they come closer to the voices, they discover a ginger haired dwarf and a young man trying to prepare a hunting trap, before noticing the two curious person.

After a short conversation, it turned out that this duo, Günther and Ökri, met today as they accepted a job offer for Doctor Malthusius. The man runs the Malthusius Zoopopée but his creatures have fought and killed each other, and other problems caused him worry for his business. With the Schaffenfest starting in a few days, he needs new creatures to present the public, and thus, Günther and Ökri are now trying to hunt for monsters.

"Well, we are going to collect silk from giant spiders for a merchant. If you joign us, we can help you capture one of them, and you can help us gather the silk, perhaps we'll make more profit this way."

Everyone agrees on collaborating, and soon, they arrive in the wood explotation. The trees are covered in silver threads, and the group starts gathering the silk, trying not to break the delicate strings. Unfortunately, spiders soon begin to carwl their way.

"Giant spiders ? These are merely larger then big rats !" complains one of the dwarfs. But soon, their number is overwhelming, and the fight becomes a real struggle until Maria kills many of them in a precise blow. Suddenly, they notice a man eating Drakwald in the tree crown above them, much bigger then the small critters that they struggled with a moment ago. Very much larger.

"We have to catch that one..." mutters Günther.

They begin to plan a way to trap it, using a rope and one of them as a bait, but when they finally look back up, the monster is gone.

The drakwald spider jumps on one of them, who barely rolls away from it, before running to his newly found comrades that hurried to settle the trap.

The quartet returns to Bögenhafen, victorious. Their hunt was fruitful, and the Drakwald they captured should satisfy Dr. Malthusius. As for the silk, the quantity is consequent. However, as they arrive by the city's entrace, another problem arises : guards are there, and walking in a city with a giant man-eating insect is not acceptable. Günther walks ahead, ensuring his companion that he can distract them. The uninterrupted flow of his words as he speaks to the two men drowns them into incomprehension. Meanwhile, Maria and the two dwarfs walk behind the two men, with their illegal catch.

However, as they make their way toward Mathusius' caravan, a guard notices them. A fight in town would draw too much unwanted attention on them, but a few Silver Shilings often makes a man willing to remain silent. With their purses a bit lighter, the four adventurers arrive at the caravan, and receive their pay. They also find Herr Klemm to trade the silk for silver shilings, and all return to a tavern, planning their leave for Übersreik.

All they need is a guide, but the next day, the bad news arrive : Selgrim, who lives in Bögenhafen, has to remain for a few more days, as he has been called to joign the jury for a lawsuit.

Scenario 2 : Death to the witches !

[ainlifun]

[fluffysminion]

Changeling Queen of the Strigany

Rolanda Atherhyn is a wood elf, raised by humans of the strigany on the rivers of the Drakwald.

She is a wild thing, in tune with Ghur, the wind of beasts, and she can be as savage and cruel as she is kind and nurturing. Her magic is amber, shaped by song, and when she takes animal form her fur is swirling amber markings on a chesnut base coat. She is most usualy in the form of bears, wolves and other predators, whith which she has most affinity.

Even when not in animal shape herself she is usually accompanied by one or both of her closest animal companions, neither of which she gives names to out of respect for their wildness. One is a young wolf she refers to mainly as friend, who has no other pack but her, the other is a great hawk who she has given the title most-beautiful-of-birds, and with whom she is bonded as only elves and hawks can be.

She is dramatic, speaking mainly in metaphor and allegories, and every issue she faces is a move in the great game between order and chaos. The strigany who raised her are her people, and she loves them as she does any other creatures of the woods.

She is deeply in love with a human witch, a former necromancer who she taught instead to channel Ghyran, the wind of life and plants and growth. Though his magic must still remain a secret from most, she can see that it's now something good and pure and beautiful, and his connection to the natural forces of the world means he is one of the few humans who really understands the world as she percieves it.

[skxrbrand]

PREV / THE EMPIRE, DRAKWALD FORESTS

The time of the Green Moon had come again.

Morrslieb, evil and erratic twin of the white moon, Manslieb, hung in the sky and every vile and cruel thing beneath it's leering green gaze began to cavort. In the cities of man, cultists began fell rituals and in the forests of the world beastmen whipped themselves in wild frenzies. Furies blackened the sky in great noisome flocks and women and she-beasts alike brought forth mutants and monsters from their wombs.

It was all to please the gods, for their gifts would be many.

Khade the Unmaker, Firstborn of Blood Gods, found it loathsome. He flew over the mortal kingdoms, sneering down at what he saw. Both the forces of chaos in their wild jollity and the mortals hidden behind walls of stone or sharpened sticks or faith alone. Ignorant fleshlings wasting their breath, and their fear, on these four upstarts.

But they would be dealt with later. The Green Moon brough with it other opportunities, ones only the maddest of mortals or greatest of gods would dare entertain. With a woosh of air and a great thump, Khade at last landed before the tangled forest of Drakwald. Idonea gripped one hand and his stolen god-sword gripped in the other, he began to cleave, smashing wood into splinters. What didn't break ignited, quickly turning the gnarled, tangled wood in a raging fire. Beasts fled, monsters fled, and before the godly blade the very shadows themselves seemed to shy away.

But no normal shadows were these. They had eyes of black and white, and gnashing teeth, their monstrous faces warped into fearful snarls. They hissed and spat, but dared not come close to the Brass Blade and where they fled, Khade followed and cleaved until he was no longer cutting wood and trees. Instead, reality itself split before him. He was cutting into the veil that kept this world and that otherworld separate, intruding into the realm of the gods. One god in particular...

At last, he would stop his hedging, for there were no more trees. There was no sky, no earth, no mortal creates-- only blackness. Khade floated there, surrounded by subtle shapes in the dark. His blade flared to life and he held it before himself like a torch, nearly thrusting it into something. Between the flat of the blade, two milky eyes blazed and he could see the outline of a creature blacker than this realm, with fur and horns and hatred in it's mien. It was deific, like him, and somehow familiar and in that familiarity, Khade had known.

"𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐋. 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑."

Malal said nothing, instead drawing himself up taller to leer down on his uncle.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒? 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔?" The Shadow God hissed and what Khade could only assume to be his million million children rattled about them bother, poised to strike; to die in their gods stead if need be. The Red God glanced down at the burning sword, then back at his nephew.

"𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃."

The shadow being agitated. It's shape became sharp and violent, rippling like a storm.

"𝑀𝑌 𝐷𝐴𝑈𝐺𝐻𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝐷𝐼𝐸𝐷 𝑂𝑁 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝑊𝐻𝐼𝑀."

"𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐊𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍." Khade rejoined quickly. " 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓. 𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑. 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄."

Khade held out his other paw, the Red-Sage Idonea sat in the middlemost pad. Malal eyed her hungry, flicking his gaze incredulously over to to the Red God. Then, he glared with suspicion, even as he scooped the offered God-Fractal up with inkly talons. As soon as Malal grasp her, Khade grabbed him in time. The Shadow God, again, agitated, but the Red God persisted. He let the Malignant taste his power and the power of the Blade he had stolen. Only then did he let Malal go, his Red Skin burning from the touch.

"𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒. 𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒. 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐃𝐄. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓…𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄."

Malal, intrigued and mollified despite himself, mulled over the offer. All the while, the Red-Sage in his claws screamed and cursed them both until shadows filled her mouth and nose, crawling in her ears and behind her eyeballs. Both gods ignored her.

"𝑌𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑎𝑟, 𝑅𝑒𝑑 𝑂𝑛𝑒. ����𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑙."

[khaosundivided]

Drakwald Forest / prev

The Beast pulled itself out of the body it inhabited, a daemon unlucky enough to catch it’s baleful eye, paying no mind to how it thumped lifelessly against the earth. Malalian, Chaos-- the voice had no preference for type. It was their spirits it wanted: small shards of the warp, its true kingdom, fitted together in its gullet. Instead of fleeing to the next body as it had been doing for days and days, weeks, The Beast lingered in the realm of mortals and curdled at the weight of this reality and it’s rules pressing down upon it , limiting it.

But it endured. If the Petty Godlings, formed too of the warp, could handle the stresses of the world than so would it . It banished all thoughts of his ideal host, Hjallmarr, from it mind and focused on persisting. Focused on maintaining this bestial, undefined form it had managed to piece together over the months. Hundreds and thousands of dead Chaos daemons, yet they were nothing compared to the prize on it’s way.

The Beast had seen the look in the eyes of its minions, Malal and Vermaux both. The Renegade desired more strength for his legions and more power towards his ultimate goal. Vermaux desired that too, but to also be on equal footing with his rival, the God of Anarchy. Malal had already been blessed and grew ever more powerful with each death of a chaos daemon. The Vermin God had been loud and opinionated about his rival being greedy. Malal had not denied that, instead spinning tales of the merit of such a decision, were it to come to pass. After all, it was his Doombringers, not Vermaux’s Verminlords, who were bringing fire and true-death the the Chaos Daemons and worshippers of the gods.

Both were good points, worthy of consideration, but the Beast had made up it’s mind before the respective heralds of each godling had set out to acquire the Power of the Blue Scribes to start with. At his command, both Godlings kneeled before him, one eager and nervous and other calm and assured. Mostly. There was the slightest niggle of doubt writhing behind Malal’s chest.

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The shadowy figure of the Beast eyed Xogrym and Sneek both, arm outstretched and waiting. The Verminlord promptly shrunk behind the smaller Greater Daemon, frozen in terror. That left Xogrym and his host with the task of delivering their catch: countless spells, the very essence of the Chaos God Tzeentch, bound in tomes and scrolls. The Daemons themselves were brought, squealing and squalling at their defeat and finally understanding what it meant for them. A procession of Daemons set the prizes before the Beast, then shied away, melting back into the ranks of thralls.

The Beast ignored them, eyeing the tribute with four, glittering silver eyes in what appeared to be mirth. Tzeentch had taken steps to ensure that the tomes and spells were bound tight and secured, of course, but the Beast was more Magic than the God of Magic himself. With the merest flex of it’s clawed hands, those seals were obliterated and the recorded spells disappeared from parchment, ink leeched from paper into pure, raw shards of magic. First one, then hundreds, thousands; millions. Six millenniums worth of records flooded the sky like a horde of glowing locusts.

From the corner of it’s eye, it could see either of the Gods stir, surely drooling at the prospect of imbibing such raw power. But, they were to be sorely disappointed, for this was the Beast’s boon and it intended to share none of it. With a great inhales, those floating motes of light raced towards the Unnamable One, bypassing both Malal and Vermaux entirely. They flooded it’s inky form, swelling the beast with with power, with strength, with stature, and loosing the restrictions of this world upon it.

It was massive and the assembled armies fled from where they stood, lest they be enveloped or crushed along with the trees, stones, and unlucky mortals and daemons who did not move quick enough. Even the godlings shied from the encroaching chaos-thing, both hesitant to look weak before the other at first, but soon enough self-preservation won out. Vermaux skittered away. Malal, too, slithered back as the new shape of the Great One darkened the already black sky, blotting out the stars.

The Thing That Should Not Be sighed as the reigns on his power and the true width and breadth of his being were cast away. As he did, the Winds of Magic whirled and roared, shaking and upending the trees and knocking flocks of birds from the sky. Yet, even so, some constraints remained, constricting him like a snake’s coils. He regarded his two charges, who were so terrified they had forgotten to be indignant about being left out of partaking of the shards of Tzeentch’s power.

The Beast Grinned, showing off it’s jagged, conical teeth. When it spoke, its words bent the air itself, no longer a shared echo in the mind.

“ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴍᴇ, ᴍʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴍʏ ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴀɴᴛ.” The massive column of it’s neck twisted and swung low and it looked at Malal and it looked Vermaux. “ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ʀᴇᴛʀɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ꜰᴀɴɢ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ.” The Unnamable One lifted it’s head then, spying the heavens and the dimension beyond them. " ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴋʜᴀʀɴᴇᴛʜ, ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜱᴘᴀᴡɴ. ʜᴇ ɢᴀʀʀɪꜱᴏɴꜱ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴀɪʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ."

The Beast glanced down to the twin gods again.

" ɪ ꜱᴇᴇᴋ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀꜱꜱ ᴄɪᴛᴀᴅᴇʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ."

Its eye glanced to Vermaux. " ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄQᴜɪʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ." Then it looked to Malal. " ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴄQᴜɪʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ." As for the beast itself...

" ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɢᴏᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴍɪɴᴇ. ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴜᴅᴀᴄɪᴛʏ."

[nightbringer24]

I have a plastic terrain piece that I've realised would be perfect for something set in the Reikwald, the Drakwald or just the wilds of the Empire, and with the resin terrain from Green Stuff World, plus an extra helping of skulls, I can really Warhammer it up.

[sandy-af-kattegat]

HUMP DAY - WE'RE ALMOST THERE...

Here we go HeadBangers another 3 bands to help get you through the week: “DRAKWALD” “Burning Clouds” From Loire Valley, France, Drakwald is a Pagan/Folk Metal band. “ARISE FROM THE FALLEN” “Humanity” Ok now this band is killing me.  They’re from Southern, Germany.  How did I know this was a German band doing MetalCore. omfg!!! “CRYPTA” “From The Ashes” Seriously I couldn’t believe these women,…

[xmystophalesx]

Best New Heavy Metal Releases Week of January 13, 2023

Slowly but surely, getting back to normal with a much larger week of releases. Not just the amount but the quality took a large step up as well. Probably the most notable thing about this week was the variety. There is a little something for everyone with no genre really dominating the week. So let’s get started with some highlights.

Concrete Age-Bardo Thodol (Thrash/Melodic Death)**

This would have been the pick of the week from week one of the year and will be added to my Spotify playlist of “Picks of the Week” for 2023. Probably the best execution I have ever run across of mixing Melodic Death Metal and Thrash Metal. Throw in some symphonic folk inspired passages here and there and this album will have a lot of crossover appeal.

Obituary-Dying of Everything (Death)**

What can you say about Obituary that hasn’t already been said? One of the standard bearers for the genre for a very long time and I think this could be the strongest album they have released in quite some time. If you are a fan of Death Metal I’m sure you have already heard this so me talking about it is probably pointless…lol

Screamer-Kingmaker (Heavy)**

The Traditional Metal genre seems to get better and better all the time and I am big fan of the genre overall so this is great news for me and people like me. This is just extremely well done with catchy songs, killer riffs and sing along choruses. This is simply a “good time” type of album.

Eternal Conflict-Spark of Water, Pt. 1 (Melodic Death/Symphonic)**

This one surprised me with just how many symphonic elements are added to this band’s version of Melodic Death metal. This isn’t light flourishes or touches here. This seriously sounds like they need to tour with a full symphony and I have to admit, the more I listen to it, the better the album seems to get and the more I really like it. If they ever decide to give up on Metal, I could see this band having a very lucrative career in doing musical scores for movies.

Drakwald-Black Moon Falls (Melodic Death/Folk/Pagan)**

Man, are there ever a ton of layers on this album, but all of them work so well together that the overall effect can be flat out addicting. At its core it is still some killer Melodic Death Metal but the folk inspired sections add that extra touch to break things up a bit and give you that slight moment of reprieve before punching you square in the chest with some amazing riffs and lead guitar work.

That will do it for this week. Go see some of these bands live if you can and above all buy some merch! Until next week, and as always,

BANG THY HEAD!!!

All worthy of a listen if you like the genre

*= standout in that genre

**=best of the week regardless of genre

Best of the Week

Concrete Age-Bardo Thodol (Thrash/Melodic Death)**

Crom-The Era of Darkness (Power/Heavy)**

Obituary-Dying of Everything (Death)**

Drakwald-Black Moon Falls (Melodic Death/Folk/Pagan)**

Screamer-Kingmaker (Heavy)**

Beyond the Black-Beyond the Black (Symphonic Metal/Heavy/Hard Rock)**

Eternal Conflict-Spark of Water, Pt. 1 (Melodic Death/Symphonic)**

Standouts in their Genre

Immortalizer-Born For Metal (Heavy)*

Fall of Babylon-War on the Existent (Death/Groove)*

Sacrosanct-Cosmic Horror (Melodic Death/Black)*

Art of Silence-The Journey (Heavy/Power/Thrash/Epic)*

Ashen-Ritual of Ash (Death)*

Gyaos:Diabolical-In Accordance with the Prophecy (Thrash/Hardcore)*

Antitheus-The Faults of Our Kind (Melodic Death/Thrash)*

Delalma-Delalma (Heavy)*

Aeronwen-Aeronwen (Symphonic/Progressive)*

Dark Hunt-Sapere Aide (Melodic Death)*

Leipa-Reue (Black)*

Moonlight Sorcery-Nightwind:The Conqueror From the Stars (Melodic Black)*

Absolom-La Era del Caos (Heavy Power)*

Echoes From Beyond-As the Sun Dies (Death/Groove)*

Driver’s License-Driver’s License (Hard Rock)*

Gra-Lycaon (Black)*

Mourning Forest-L’immonde Fanaison (Black)*

Wothrosch-Odium (Black/Sludge)*

Misanthrope-Les Declinistes (Melodic Death/Progressive)*

Worth a listen if you enjoy the Genre

Sons of Cult-Back to the Beginning (Heavy/Hard Rock)

Thy Darkened Shade-Liber Lvcifer II:Mahapralaya (Black)

Leper Colony-Leper Colony (Death)

Ruinthrone-The Unconscious Mind of Arda (Power)

Kohnerah-Ominous Ubiquitous (Death)

Alex Stephens-The Path (Symphonic Power)

Konfirmat-Horrorland (Industrial)

Skyblazer-Infinity’s Wings (Power)

Defy the Curse-Horrors of Human Sacrifice (Hardcore)

BIS-NTE-Broken (Doom)

This weeks pick of the week goes to Drakwald where even Isabella is looking to give the boys a high five for a killer album!

[fata-sidvs-oritvr]

Tagged by @bizzyfish to show my 10 favourite albums at the moment. (I know I might be cheating by including the Dark Tranquillity one since it’s just two songs, but idc.)

Not tagging anyone this time. Steal it from me if you want.

[askbalthasargelt]

*Emperor Karl Franz is sitting alone in his office, drinking Bugman’s with a gloomy look on his face.*

Gelt: *poking his mask in through the door* Bad day, sire?

Karl: *takes another swig, and waves him inside* Mother was at court today. Asking me to pay respects at my father’s grave.

Gelt: *takes a seat* A sensitive topic?

Karl: I just… I never know what to say. Last time, I just stood there in silence. I felt like a fool.

Gelt: Why don’t you talk about the Empire? I mean, he WAS the Count of Reikland. Maybe tell him about the infrastructure projects, or the Drakwald cam-

Karl: No, no- talking business at my father’s graveside? It feels wrong. Like I’m just using his tomb to get my house in-order.

Gelt: If I may be so ‘bold, sire, it sounds like you’re afraid of losing yourself in the same business that claimed your father’s life.

Karl: …How do you mean?

Gelt: Your father, long may he rest, was an excellent administrator. A seasoned politician. A great general, and a peerless diplomat. Truly, you could have had no better role-model.

Get: But whenever you talk about him, you only mention those things- you’ve never told me if he taught you to ride a horse. To use a sword. To write or to-

Karl: Because he didn’t. I had tutors for those things.

Gelt: Because he was too busy. Because you were *both* too busy.

Gelt: … My point is, that there is no shame in having nothing to say. He was your father. You followed his example closely, and learnt from his every action. And when he passed, you now stand as living proof of his own excellence, and how that excellence is yours to inherit. He would be proud of how utterly excellent you have become, Karl. ‘Prince and Emperor’, indeed!

Karl: *smiling* Actions do speak louder than words, don’t they?

Gelt: *nodding* That they do, sire.

Karl: … Actually, I do have something I can talk to him about, outside of work.

Gelt: *tilting his mask* Oh?

Karl: *pouring Gelt a mug of Bugman’s* I can tell him all about my wise and talented Supreme Patriarch, and of the endless ways he can impress anyone.

Gelt: Ha! I’m sure the late Count would find that topic very enjoyable!

*Both men clunk their tankards together, and drink well into the night…*

[the-mists-of-asgaard]

Bands List (Part 4: D)

Disclaimer: My passion and like for the respective bands does not mean that I support them outside of the music-world. I just like the songs, for whatever reason. Also, this took hours of research and mental exercises and checks through older lists I had made in the past, however I might be forgetting some bands, or might have accidentally put the same band twice (blame the human natural error). With this being said, let’s go! D: Deicide, Darkthrone, Death, Dying Fetus, Decapitated, Disfear, Drudkh, Darkest Hour, Dark Suns, Dimmu Borgir, Diplodocus, Dwarrowdelf, Drimys Winteri, Dark Tranquillity, Dead Congregation, Dead End Tragedy, Dead Meadow, Darkane, Dopethrone, Dead Swans, Death Before Dishonour, Deathchain, Decades of Despair, Deeds of Flesh, Deez Nuts, Defeated Sanity, Desolated, Denihilist, Depressed Mode, Depths of Hatred, Deafheaven, Desolate Shrine, Despised Icon, Dew-Scented, Destitute, Deströyer 666, Detain, Dethrone the Deceiver, Deathspell Omega, (The) Devil and the Almighty Blues, Devin Townsend Project, Devourment, devthbed, (A) Different Breed of Killer, (The) Dillinger Escape Plan, Diocletian, Dirty Fingers, Disavowed, Disembowelment, Disfiguring the Goddess, Dissection, Dodecahedron, Dødsengel, Doom, Doomriders, Doomsword, Doom:VS, Dopelord, DOWN, Downfall of Nur, Downfall of Gaia, Downpresser, Down to Nothing, Death Blood Destroyer, Draconian, Dragged into Sunlight, Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavours, Dååth, Daemogorgon, Daemon of Oa, Death Will Tremble, Dagoba, Dagor Dagorath, Dakhma, Dalriada, Damage Division, Damage My God, Dämmerfarben, Dammari, Damnation Plan, Damnum, Dark Delirium, Dark Castle, Darchon, Distant, Darkest Clouds, De Douăsprezece Statui ale Stărilor de Umbră ale Sufletului, Day Old Man, Dawn of Ashes, Dauden i Mørke, Darkspace, Death Mantra, Death Toll 80k, Darkside of Innocence, Dead Elephant, Dead End, Dead Eye Wolves, Deafened, Deadly Carnage, Death Blossom, Death Cult Suicide, Death Derailed, Death is Painless, Dogma, Dom Zły, Dream Theater, Dødheimsgard, Dryad, Druadan Forest, Drowning the Light, Drowning Horse, Drottnar, Drottinn, Dröpdnö, Drakwald, DinUmbră, Devour the Unborn, Devour the Fetus, Desolate Tomb, Desiderum, Desert Lord, Desert Altar, Der dunkle Zeitverlauf, Demiurge, Delirium, Deformed By God, Defenders of Europe, Decline of the I, Der Weg Einer Freiheit. 

[ainlifun]

[fluffysminion]

Look at that, a new character of mine! This is Rolanda, she is a friendly fey thing that lives in the Drakwald, helping people with their undead problems and teaching wolves how to hunt.

[skxrbrand]

Middenland.

It crawls, not only with beastmen, but the Shadowbrood. The darkness of the Drakwald Forest glints with eyes; white eyes of pure malice. And when they see Skarbrand they knew right away that this is no man. No daemons are these, but the beasts of Malal; children of Chaos patterned in black and/or white.

But they avoid the Reaper, even as they watch him. It would seem tale of the Exile's titanic battle with their father's champion has spread. Cowards. But Skarbrand isn't here for them.

Behind sheer white walls, at last, he arrives at Middenheim, City of the White Wolf.

[khaosundivided]

 -- Drakwald Forest / Prev

He’s sitting on the Edge of the forest with his...gift. It’s an arm, to replace the one he lost. Malal’s essence is ill at ease within his body, but wards upon the limb make it a dull pain at worst. The limb is very clearly not a part of his body, a start black glowing with strange white runes that even other Daemons cannot decipher.

And speaking of the Daemons...the Malalians despise him as much as his old Fortress mates surely do by now. Whatever the blessing, he is not arisen by their gods hand. He is a stranger. An outsider, even yet being a part of the Doomed Ones.

Once again, a familiar foreigner...

🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇹​🇦​🇰​🇪​🇳​ 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇪​ 🇹​🇭​🇦​🇳​ 🇪​🇳​🇴​🇺​🇬​🇭​ 🇹​🇮​🇲​🇪​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇷​🇪​🇨​🇴​🇻​🇪​🇷​, 🇨​🇭​🇴​🇸​🇪​🇳​. 🇮​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇳​🇪​🇪​🇩​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇦​🇬​🇦​🇮​🇳​.

That voice. It’s the last one he wants to hear. Hjallmar’s forlorn expression morphs instantly into one of bitter rage.

“ You have Two Godlings at your beck and call. Leave me be, pest.”

🇹​🇭​🇪​🇾​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇮​🇷​ 🇵​🇦​🇷​🇹​🇸​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇵​🇱​🇦​🇾​...🇦​🇸​ 🇩​🇴​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​. 🇧​🇺​🇹​ 🇫​🇮​🇷​🇸​🇹​--

The wards fail suddenly and flesh where new arm meets old body screams with blinding pain. Hjallmarr shrieks, gripping the limb. It’s enough to bring him to his knees, to curl him into a ball like an whelp.

🇮​ 🇩​🇴​ 🇳​🇴​🇹​ 🇦​🇵​🇵​🇷​🇪​🇨​🇮​🇦​🇹​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​🇷​ 🇹​🇴​🇳​🇪​. 🇺​🇳​🇬​🇷​🇦​🇹​🇪​🇫​🇺​🇱​ 🇨​🇺​🇷​. 🇮​ 🇧​🇪​🇶​🇺​🇪​🇦​🇹​🇭​🇪​🇩​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇼​🇮​🇹​🇭​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​🇸​🇪​ 🇳​🇪​🇼​ 🇵​🇴​🇼​🇪​🇷​🇸​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇮​🇳​🇸​🇺​🇱​🇹​ 🇲​🇪​? 🇮​🇹​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇵​🇪​🇸​🇹​! 🇳​🇴​🇼​ 🇴​🇧​🇪​🇾​, 🇴​🇷​ 🇮​ 🇸​🇭​🇦​🇱​🇱​ 🇸​🇭​🇴​🇼​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇭​🇦​🇹​🇷​🇪​🇩​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇵​🇺​🇹​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇧​🇱​🇴​🇴​🇩​ 🇩​🇴​🇬​ 🇹​🇴​ 🇸​🇭​🇦​🇲​🇪​!

Hjallmarr takes a moment to catch his breath, as the pain suddenly fades. He pushes himself up with his original arm, tears running down his face. That was a surprise-- he didn’t know daemons could cry, yet here he was, doing so before the snickering shapes morphing and shifting in the trees behind him.

“ What-- What is it that you command, Master?”

🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇧​🇪​🇹​🇹​🇪​🇷​. 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇹​🇦​🇸​🇰​ 🇮​ 🇼​🇴​🇺​🇱​🇩​ 🇭​🇦​🇻​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇩​🇴​ 🇷​🇪​🇶​🇺​🇮​🇷​🇪​🇸​ 🇹​🇭​🇪​ 🇺​🇸​🇪​ 🇴​🇫​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​🇷​ 🇴​🇱​🇩​ 🇸​🇰​🇮​🇳​. 🇾​🇴​🇺​🇷​ 🇲​🇴​🇷​🇹​🇦​🇱​ 🇫​🇴​🇷​🇲​, 🇫​🇴​🇷​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇲​🇺​🇸​🇹​ 🇼​🇦​🇱​🇰​ 🇦​🇲​🇴​🇳​🇬​ 🇲​🇪​🇳​, 🇪​🇱​🇻​🇪​🇸​, 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇩​🇼​🇦​🇷​🇻​🇪​🇸​. 🇾​🇴​🇺​ 🇼​🇮​🇱​🇱​ 🇬​🇴​ 🇸​🇴​🇺​🇹​🇭​, 🇫​🇴​🇷​ 🇹​🇭​🇦​🇹​ 🇮​🇸​ 🇼​🇭​🇪​🇷​🇪​ 🇮​🇹​ 🇮​🇸​. 🇲​🇾​ 🇹​🇭​🇮​🇷​🇩​ 🇱​🇴​🇳​🇬​ 🇹​🇴​🇴​🇹​🇭​...

[nightbringer24]

Oooh. I should have gotten some thorns from Greenstuff World.

They'd do perfectly for Reikwald/Drakwald undergrowth.