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mighty-ant · 2 years

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Here's a small snippet of my upcoming continuation of Macawber's Mystique!

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Lena doesn’t hate magic anymore (it would be pretty hypocritical at this point) but she doesn’t quite trust it either. And despite what Webby says or Violet tries to psychoanalyze, Lena knows she’s being perfectly reasonable.

How many times have the threats they’ve faced been magical in origin? Even when you didn’t count all the times Lena herself was actively conspiring against the family in exchange for freedom Magica would never grant her, they were almost beyond the count.

Toad Liu Hai and his perfect paradise of a prison, trapped in a druid realm and golfing to survive, Webby almost lost to the cloying and suffocating dark of the Shadow Realm thanks to Lena’s own jealousy, the Phantom Blot and his unapologetic brutality—and that’s just the ones Lena knows about.

She’s learned to trust herself, to harness her magic rather than fearfully prod at it with a sharp stick. Lena has Webby to thank for that, not to mention Violet, Ty and Indy, even the boys and Mrs. B to an extent. But Lena can’t and won’t forget that her magic is the direct product of Magica de Spell, no matter that she’s made it her own. Because Magica is the blueprint, the sorceress of sorceresses, and the reminder that with a few exceptions, magic and magic users are Bad News, all caps required.

So when Webby shows up at their latest sleepover, sheepish grin and Merlock’s Grimoire in hand, Lena thinks she should be forgiven for her immediate and vehement, “NO.”

“Let me explain,” Webby insists.

“No way, Pink.”

Of course Violet only looks curious. “What is it? A grimoire?”

“Yes,” Webby says.

“It’s more trouble than it's worth,” Lena retorts at the same time.

“But it saved us from the money shark,” Webby protests. She takes Lena’s hand in both of her, her touch always gentle, and Lena fights the instinctual blush that threatens to rise to her pale cheeks. “Remember? ‘With the hand of my best friend’?”

Violet is smirking at Lena from over Webby’s shoulder, looking way too amused by the evidence of Lena’s glaring crush.

Promising to slip spiders into Violet’s pillowcase through eye contact alone, Lena squeezes Webby’s hand in return. “Course I remember, Webby. And I’m...grateful I was able to use the spell to save you, but you know how I feel about...unfamiliar magic.”

Webby locks eyes with her, refusing to let Lena look away. “I know that you were scared of using magic,” she argues kindly, “and maybe still are?”

Lena hunches her shoulders, stubbornly looking over Webby’s shoulder, the opposite side of the one Violet is standing on. “So what is this? Exposure therapy?”

“Not a bad idea,” Violet starts to say before Webby shakes her head.

“You didn’t let me explain. It’s not a spell I want to try out. Well, not exactly.” Webby lets go of her hand to gesticulate meaningfully and Lena briefly mourns the loss. “So, we barely know anything about practical magic, right? The only witch any of us has met was Magica, and she’s a terrible teacher.”

“Understatement,” Lena bites out, but she smiles at Webby to take the heat out of her words.

“She left me unprotected from vampires,” Violet scowls. “And banished Lena to the Shadow Realm, of course.”

“Of course,” Lena replies sarcastically.

“I found a spell that’ll summon a traveling witch’s shop,” Webby blurts over the sound of their bickering.

Lena blinks. Violet blinks.

Violet recovers first. “How do we summon it? Blood sacrifice?”

“Whoa,” Lena says, insistently, “Timeout, Pink. A witch’s shop?”

Webby lifts the grimoire, opening to a page she saved with a bookmark. “Macawber Mystique, the traveling boutique: if it’s hexes, potions, or eldritch magicks you seek,” she reads aloud. The book is old (18th century, Webby told her once) and the page is worn. Illustrated in fading ink is a blood red door in the face of a shambling black building.

Lena looks back up Webby skeptically. “Are you sure about this? What if it’s just another Magica inside?”

“Then we beat them up,” Webby vows, punching the air. “Or we maybe find someone with firsthand magic experience who can tell us what we’re missing.”

“If they don’t try to bake us into a pie first,” Violet, who always has to play devil’s advocate, chimes in.

“We’ll beat them up if they try to do that too,” Webby assures them both.

Lena sighs and Webby grins at her obvious acquiesce. “You really wanna do this?”

“Only if you do,” Webby says. “Learning more will only help us in the long run. You’re good, Lena. So, by default, magic can’t be all bad.”

“There’s actually no strict correlation that proves that, but I agree with Webbigail,” Violet says in that familiar roundabout way of hers.

Lena rolls her eyes. “Gee, thanks.”

“So we can do it?” Webby asks eagerly.

“Yeah, we can do it,” Lena says, sighing with her whole body. Judging by Webby’s giggle she’s seen through Lena’s veneer of reluctance. “Do we need a sacrifice?”

Webby sits down on the carpet, crossing her legs and setting the grimoire down before her. “Nope. Just a spell.”

Lena and Violet sit down on either side of her. Violet looks over at the open grimoire. “Is this something we should be attempting indoors?” she asks wryly.

“It should be fine,” Webby says, which isn’t as reassuring as she clearly thinks it is. “According to these notes, the shop molds its shape to fit whatever space it’s summoned into.”

Lena throws up her hands. It wouldn’t be the first time something blew up in her room, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. “Then let’s go for it, I guess.”

“That’s the spirit!”

Webby scrutinizes the pages of the grimoire for another moment before she raises her head and utters the incantation clearly. “If it’s Macawber’s Mystique you seek, knock three times and speak.”

They all hold their breath, even Lena.

Ten seconds go by with a whole lot of nothing.

“Are you sure you read that correctly?” Violet asks.

Webby huffs. “Sure I’m sure.” She stares hard at the open spellbook before her expression brightens with an idea. Raising her fist, Webby knocks three times on empty air.

A red door materializes between Lena’s bookshelf and the actual door to her bedroom.

“Oh my goodness,” Violet says.

“Holy crap,” Lena mutters.

“I’m so glad that worked,” Webby squeals. She stands up like she’s gonna be the one to open the door, and Lena uses a thin thread of magic to tug her backward.

“Let me go first,” she says, an edge of a plea in her voice. Lena would never forgive herself if something attacked Webby right off the bat. Luckily, Webby goes along.

The five feet between her and the door feels like an eternity, but when Lena grabs ahold of the door handle, a solid ring of black steel, it’s a little underwhelming when it’s only cool to the touch and not spooky in any way. She tugs on it, and is rewarding with the mother of all door creaks, a piercing groan of aged wood and rusty hinges.

There’s a short flight of wooden steps on the other side of the doorway, and the scent of sweet jasmine and bitter sage wafts over them from within the shop’s hidden depths.

Webby and Violet crowd in around her.

“Impressive,” Violet murmurs thoughtfully.

“Let’s go in,” Webby whispers, equally excited.

Lena follows them begrudgingly.

They climb the steps, and where she might’ve expected something that more closely resembled a dungeon once they reached the top, Lena finds herself pleasantly surprised.

The shop rises and curves around them, spiral staircases behind bookshelves sagging under the weight of hundreds of hardcover tomes, each brimming with latent magic she can feel from across the room. The floors are polished black wood and the walls brim with creeping vines and crimson wallpaper than whorls and bends under the eye. A gnarled tree grows out of the center of the room, its boughs dripping with charms and hanging talismans. Through a paned window that Lena can’t work the physics of, silver moonlight falls across the floor in rainbow prisms.

At the counter, standing behind one of those antique cash registers that weigh a ton, is a witch.

Lena knows she’s a witch like she knows how many seconds she spent trapped in the realm between realms, reduced to a shadow of the waking world. With the same certainty that she knows Webby would die for her and vice versa.

The witch is a raven, tall and feathers midnight black, her beak sharp and curved like an onyx blade. She has a voluminous high top fade threaded through with white and red magic glimmers between the laugh lines by her eyes, emanating from every feather. Red magic, the oldest and most powerful magic there is. Eldritch magic, which even Magica never dared to learn.

Lena moves to stand in front of Webby and Violet.

The witch speaks without looking up from the ledger she has open on the counter before her. She marks things down with a quill made from one of her own midnight feathers. “Welcome. You three are new patrons of Macawber’s Mystique.” It’s a statement of fact.

“Yes, ma’am,” Webby says. She tugs on the back of Lena’s sweater, trying to get her to to move, just inconspicuous enough for the witch not to notice. Lena doesn’t budge.

“Is there anything that interests you in particular?” the witch asks. Her voice is sonorous and clear, and Lena bets that it’s great at getting strangers to trust her.

Violet responds, because of course she does. “Ah, any books on magical theory?”

“Several,” the witch replies. Without looking up, two entire shelves beside the spiral staircase illuminate in a faint crimson glow. Violet actually starts to walk over to them before Lena grabs her by the back of the turtleneck.

“What do you want?” Lena demands.

The witch finally looks up.

Like the ring of fiery sunlight around a solar eclipse, so does eldritch magic glow from behind the witch’s eyes, powerful and infinite.

“This is a business,” she replies wryly. “I’m looking to do business.”

Anxiety sends blue magic sizzling through Lena’s veins, down to the tips of her fingers. It’s never this simple when it comes to magic. The witch’s solar eclipse eyes follow the movement.

“Who did you say you were?” she asks curiously.

“I didn’t,” Lena snaps.

....TBC

#ant writes #ant prompts #ducktales 2017 #morgana macawber #lena sabrewing #webby vanderquack #webby mcduck #violet sabrewing #lena de spell #ducktales #ant wips

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libidomechanica · 4 years

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #173 texts

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moonscribe · 5 years

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Dungeon Blogging #1: Warlock Necromancers

Once upon a time a friend of mine asked me for advice on how to build a warlock necromancer in 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons. My response was to send them a long string of texts that was my breakdown on the matter. For this new blog series I thought I’d start out with that. So here is my take on building a necromancer as a warlock in 5e.

So necromancers in D&D run into the same problem as animal companions and summoned creatures: action economy. One of the most powerful things that you can do in a turn based game is get more of it, that’s why Extra Attack is such a big deal for combat classes. When you have one or more zombies doing your bidding you’re getting more things that you can do in a turn which is something that Wizards of the Coast is hesitant about giving to low level characters. Because of this, most of the low level “necromancy school” spells (Toll the Dead, Cause Fear) have nothing to do with making undead and your first real necromancy spell Danse Macabre doesn’t show up until level 9.

When a player has a character concept they generally want to play that concept right away. Waiting however many months or years it takes for their character to reach level 9 is not what most players are looking for when they say they wanna be a necromancer. This is why so many campaigns start out with a party of level 3 characters. By level 3 the druids can wildshape, the monks have ki, and every class has chosen their subclass, which is where your character really comes to life.

So assuming you don’t want to wait until you have 5th level spell slots for your character to feel right, there are two things that you need to do: be on good terms with your Dungeon Master (always important) and take advantage of the freedom to reskin and reflavor abilities. The spell Find Familiar is extremely good as it provides a ton of utility and flavor. Every game I’ve played with a character that took this spell has gotten crazy use out of it, it’s hands down one of the most useful 1st level spells in the book. Whatever animal you summon with the spell has either the celestial, fey, or fiend monster type. That’s the rules as written. That said the Player’s Handbook is ultimately a book of suggestions for the DM to use to make their group have a fun experience and in the spirit of such I’d say 95% of them are going to be willing to let you choose undead as your familiar’s type (this may not work in Adventurer’s League). Now imagine your warlock, conspiring with dark forces their familiar perched atop their shoulder, perhaps it’s a zombie weasel or a skeleton crow! There is so much exciting stuff aesthetically to go from here and help flesh out the image of the character you want to play. Now technically Find Familiar is not on the warlock spell list but there are some ways around this without multiclassing to take a level in wizard (though that is an option too).

The first two options are feats so if you’re playing a human you can take these at level 1: Magic Initiate and Ritual Caster. Magic Initiate gives you two cantrips and one 1st level spell that you can cast once per day, they all have to be the same class so your cantrips would be from the wizard spell list giving you good utility options like Message and Mending as well as the necromancy attack options of Toll the Dead and Chill Touch. If you take the Ritual Caster feat then you get to cast wizard spells but only as rituals and you only learn them from scrolls, spellbooks, and the like. The spells you get from these feats will always be cast with your intelligence rather than your Charisma so be wary of that.

The other two options are a little better in my opinion but don’t come until level 3: Pact of the Chain and Pact of the Tome. Pact of the Tome gives you 3 additional cantrips from any class and access to the Book of Ancient Secrets eldritch invocation which functions like the Ritual Caster feat but better since you get access to rituals from any class and still use your charisma. Pact of the Chain is my favorite giving you the ability to cast the Find Familiar ritual as well as access to four, much more powerful familiars: imp, pseudodragon, quasit, and sprite. Imps and quasits are CR1, which is to say a balanced challenge for a party of four level 1 adventurers! Furthermore, they along with the pseudodragon have magic resistance as well as the ability to share their magic resistance with their summoner! Finally, unlike a normal familiar, Pact of the Chain familiars can attack (at the cost of the warlock’s own attack). Now I know you edgy nerds who got this far reading a blog post about how to make a necromancer warlock are going to be at least interested in the idea of summoning a zombie pseudodragon. Its tattered leathery wings and empty eye sockets burning with the cold blue flames of undeath serving as a reminder to everyone you encounter that your totally Chaotic Good and not going to sick your pet the next NPC to draw your ire.

Okay that was a lot more about the Find Familiar spell than I expected to write so I’ll keep the next bit brief.

As I mentioned Danse Macabre (5th level) is your first real necromancy spell. It lets you quickly animate several corpses for combat but its a concentration spell with an hour long duration, after that time the undead return to being normal dead bodies. Wizards, Spore Druids, and Death Clerics all get the 3rd level spell Animate Dead but that’s them and we aren’t so spoiled. At level 11 we get Create Undead which lets us make the more elite undead: ghouls, and later ghasts, wights, and mummies.

At level 9 I’d take the Eldritch Invocation Whispers of the Grave which lets you cast Speak With Dead as many times as you want without spending a spell slot.

Finally when it comes to subclasses there are two patrons who will reward you well for your service.

The first is The Undying from the Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide. This patron is usually a lich on an evil god and it basically sets you up as a lich in training. You get some self healing powers, the undead have trouble attacking you, and at level 10 you don’t require food, water, or sleep (though you still need long rests) and you age at a rate of 1 year for every 10 which is even crazier if you play an elf.

The other patron to look at is The Hexblade. The Critical Role fans reading this (which is to say probably more than half of you) will recognize this as Fjord’s patron. The Hexblade is the most thematically versatile of all of the warlock patrons, the book is vague about what your patron actually is beyond “a mysterious entity from the Shadowfell- a force that manifests in sentient magic weapons carved from the stuff of shadow” so who or what your patron actually is is up to you and your DM. Mechanically the reason that we care is the 6th level class feature Accursed Specter which lets you bind the soul of someone you just killed, raising it as a specter. The Specter gets temporary hit points equal to half your warlock level and a bonus to it’s attacks equal to your charisma modifier so it’s slightly stronger than a normal specter. In addition, it sticks around until you take a long rest at which point it passes on to the afterlife. You can only do this once per long rest so don’t expect to collect a bunch of souls and see how long you can sleep deprive your character.

Although 5th edition is relatively simple, there are a lot of potential combinations to create lots of types of characters. If there was anything I missed be sure to let me know!

If you have a question or idea for a future Dungeon Blogging post be sure to send me an ask! ^^

Edit: I was asked to cite the art used in this post, I don’t know where the bird art was from so I replaced it. I apologize.

Art: Willian Murai, Tianhua X, (I couldn’t find the name of the artist for the last piece but it’s from page 153 of Xanathar’s Guide to Everything).

#5e #Dungeons and Dragons #DnD #Necromancer #Warlock #Dungeon Blogging #Critical Role

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rhunae · 5 years

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The Looming Shadow

Zarvis Ursan, above, is my tiefling. They are non-binary, androgynous warlock, their patron is an archfey, and have a pseudodragon for a familiar.

So, this d&d party consists of Zarvis and their twin brother Zioris, and their older brother Vale (an aasimar - that’s uh, complicated). Vale is a lot of brawn, but isn’t smart, and Zarvis enjoys enabling him. For instance, Vale thought it would be a good idea to bring the dead ogre back to our village to impress a girl. Zarvis told him he should remove the teeth and make her a necklace - which he promptly did. Then never gave it to her.

The other half of our group is another sibling cluster-fuck (drow/dragon druid, half elf bard, and wood elf ranger-it’s also, uhm, complicated). The ogre that attacked our village was driven by a wizard, and on this wizard, Zarvis found a number of magical items and took them back to our guardian to have identified. One of those items was the Wand of Smiles, which Skaldi, the half elf bard, coveted. Like... obsessively.

Our group, the six of us (actually 7 but the paladin has missed both times due to irl stuff), have been sent out into the world by our guardian, so Zarvis, as warlock of the group, took on the responsibility of all the magical items. Including the wand.

Like, we run this group of characters about every 6 weeks, so on discord, he would mention the wand. It became a running joke. Zarvis had previously told Skaldi that when they reached a major city, he would get the wand. Mostly because Zarvis does not want that wand pointed at themself, or the others, so once they get to a big city, then Skaldi has a city of victims, erm, new friends, to use it on.

I don’t know if I can convey just how funny this next part is, but I was literally wheezing. So, day two of our group’s travels down the road, and still no city, so Zarvis still has the wand.

Zarvis went off into the forest, found a lake and went swimming with his familiar before returning back with wood for the fire. Zioris and Vale set up camp. Skaldi kind of sort of helped. But spent more time on his lute.

Nesmyse, the druid, and her older sister, Lanorial, the ranger, circled the perimeter looking for wild game, while conspiring to steal the wand to give to their brother because they are both tired of him obsessing over it. -- And he does, Skaldi is nonstop about it. lol -- They decide they will do it that night while on watch, when everyone else is sleeping.

Zarvis and Skaldi take first watch and he is blessedly silent about the wand. Half way through Nesmyse and Lanorial’s watch, Nesmyse turns into a Bombay cat and sneaks into the tent with Zarvis and their brothers.

She manages to successfully sneak in ok, but she fails to locate the right pack. She couldn’t sniff out the right one and just kind of picks one (roll of the dice). She manages to get into Zioris’s pack without waking up the brothers, but half her kitty body is stuffed into the bag when she realizes she has the wrong bag. She fails to silently back out of the bag, and wakes up the brothers.

Zarvis thinks its Puck and tells it to settle down. Zioris is a rogue, so he’s a little more aware of what is happening, he succeeds in grabbing the cat by the scruff of its neck. She tries to wiggle free without scratching him, so she is just a wiggle butt. Wiggle wiggle. She fails to get free.

Lanorial fails to realize that the stealth job has gone horribly wrong. Looking up at the stars, oblivious? Who knows.

By this point, Zarvis and Vale are very much awake and the commotion (”a cat?!” “What the hell is a cat doing in our tent?” etc) has successfully alerted Skaldi, who stumbles out of his tent bewildered just as Zioris comes out of our tent with this cat.

Vale wants to pet the kitty. “Can I pet it? Is it soft?”

Zarvis observes that the cat doesn’t look wild, and looks like someone’s pampered pet. “It’s a warlock’s familiar! There is a warlock nearby! Or maybe a farm?”

Zioris releases the cat at the edge of camp, and promptly goes back to the tent to get more sleep. He’s like, fuck this, and goes back to his bedroll.

Zarvis and Vale, however, are ready to follow the cat to it’s master.

Nesmyse transforms back to her broody self.

Vale is flabbergasted because he’s never seen her shift into anything else but a wolf, it never occurred to him she could be a cat.

Zarvis plays it off, “Oh, a druid... well,.. I was close.”

Nesmyse and Zarvis have an awkward conversation, she admits her plans but she’ll never do it again. Zarvis tells her she could have just come to him and talked to him. He told her he did plan to give the wand to Skaldi and the reason he was holding on to it. She appreciated the answer, but failed to discern if Zarvis was being truthful.

*fails and succeeds are rolls of the dice.

#rhuewrites #d&d #zarvis #warlock adventures #neverwinter nights screenshot #is the closest to what the twins look like #except the horns don't go that far into their forehead

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rogue-c · 5 years

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World Building

It's important (to me) that the world we build for our D&D game feels more real and fleshed out - like its bigger than just our guild. To that end, I tried to give a brief description of some of the larger or more important locales (that I'll write about later as a part of my stories of our adventures).

Rasaimore

Rasaimore is an isolated kingdom that lies to the west. The sprawling city that makes up the kingdom actually lies in the center of the Grevathian Wood – a dense and magical forest said to be home to all manner of druids and shapeshifters.

Or at least it used to be. The city proper once surrounded an enormous Oak tree at the forest’s center. The tree was hollowed out to accommodate the King’s Citadel. The inhabitants that once thrived there were predominantly Elven, though they maintained a symbiotic relationship with the druids of the Woods.

Rasaimore is… or was… known for its prowess in the Arcane and mystical arts. Rather famously, the city held an Academy specifically to train students into powerful mages and wizards. Filled with prestigious experts on the various schools of magic, each was taught to a selected batch of students.

Iphrium

The mysterious "Land of Fire" represents several kingdoms and cities all in the same region. The area lies amidst the charred, barren wastes of the northernmost sections of the continent. The largest kingdom of the territory is Atropates, the home of Dragonborn and Tieflings alike. Though it is the largest kingdom, there's still a great deal of tension and enmity between Atropates and other sovereign groups of the region including the dark Elves of Exesmundi, and the Druids of the nearby Swamp of Miasma.

That tension is well earned though as some citizens in each group are old enough to still remember the region's Great War 50 years ago. The kingdoms were all but destroyed, fighting over control of the region's principal crop. The war was only ended when a group of scientists joined together to create a synthetic version of the crop, allowing the rulers of each kingdom to broker a piece in lieu of the now abundant resource. The place where the treaty was signed was memorialized with a statue in the central city of Patitti - a place where races and cultures blend together in the pursuit of knowledge and understanding.

However, the area is still dangerous for unwary travelers. Heat waves, flaming-hot sandstorms, brigands and would-be conspirators routinely target travelers as they move from town to town with the Land of Fire.

The Warded City

Outside of Vregaris, the Warded City, to the south, is the largest city in the entire continent. It is so large, that it is dived into 4 separate cities – also known as Wards. Each ward is led by a different Duke or Duchess and excels at a different industry or trade. Though each city is interspersed with a variety of different races and backgrounds, populations from each ward seem to remain wary of the others, or at least seldom mingle with each other.

However, there is a fifth section of the city where the King resides in his estate. For ages, the kingdom had been led by King Mardis. But rumors have been swirling as of late, as no one has seen the king in years, maybe even decades.

Though his status remains presently in question, King Mardis is responsible for the namesake of the city. Embedded into the walkways and streets of the Warded City are magical protection glyphs, otherwise known as warding runes. The magical symbols help form a barrier that protects the citizens from undead creatures that tend to lurk in the foothills just outside the city walls.

Vregaris

Vregaris, a war-mongering kingdom built alongside a volcano, resides on the eastern coast of the continent. The city is a veritable fortress, flanked by some sort of barrier on all sides. With it being built into the side of a volcano, it naturally has protection on one side. To another side is the sea and before the city stand miles of towers and walls, complete with enormous ebony doors that guard the city’s entrance at the base of the mountains.

The kingdom is well known for its military strength and dominance. Emperor Arvis Renault has ruled rather aggressively. Combining his 3 dragons with the army of constructs he can produce, he has created an army that does not tire, and that can level a city in a matter of minutes. As one would expect, Vregaris has expanded its territory across the continent, reaching all the way to Rasaimore.

But its military strength has not prevented huge disparities in wealth throughout the kingdom. The city is naturally segregated into levels, but many of the poorest citizens live in the bottom or lower district. To get by, many of them end up in servitude of a richer noble that resides in the highest district. The king has liaisons in a criminal syndicate known as The Silenced to help maintain order, quell would-be rebellions and spy on potential targets of conquest, ensuring his iron grip on Vregaris and her many conquests.

Nihon-no

A quiet seaside town situated northeast of the Warded City, Nihon-no sits on the shores of none other than the aptly named Nihon-no Bay. The town subsists on fishing and metal work – using heated ocean water to shape the steal and lure in fish. Despite that, the town would seem at first glance to be rather simple and poor. In fact, one of its more prominent features is an orphanage located further inland.

Many citizens live in fear. On the nearby Dimmet Isle (a small island a mile or so offshore), there stands a peculiar, run-down old temple that local legend says is home to a genie whose followers kidnap children to use as sacrifices.

However, travelers need not worry about seeing some of the more dilapidated doldrums of city life. The shoreline is home to one of the more famous taverns in all the realm. Its one of only two places that feature live music and the Shamisen players that reside in town is second to none – and that’s on top of the world famous ale.

Tonelle

Tonelle is a bit different when compared to other areas in the continent. The city is meant to be rather opulent as the religious epicenter of the realm. Nearly every church is accounted for. Each has its own ruling bishop and each is instructed to live in harmony with the others. This idealism culminates in the grand cathedral near the center of town. Every week the Grand Cathedral holds services for each religion. There’s even a main room that allows for services for all denominations.

But underneath the peaceful guise of religious unity, there is an undercurrent of violence and terror that besets the town. Naturally, some of this comes from the tension between opposing religious groups, but there is certainly a dangerous criminal element to the town.

The South Pole and the Citadel

Obviously located at the southernmost point in the world, the South Pole is actually far warmer than most would believe. This is due, in part, to the whirling masses of magical energy that seem to converge and pool there. There is a surprisingly inhabited village in the area, made up of monks who had journeyed there seeking enlightenment. The swirling magic made it easy to discover secrets and reach nirvana.

To protect the pool that the magic tends to gather in, the monks eventually built the Citadel – a massive fortress made of shimmering, mystical silver material. It is a rather peculiar edifice though, and it hides many secrets. If you sit still long enough, you can feel the energy flowing towards the Citadel, where it eventually all gathers in a pool that drains to a mysterious location. Only one person has been through that portal, and he is now known as the Master – a being of unknown power, commonly sought out by monk and visitor alike in their hunts to achieve enlightenment.

Cordon

Cordon is a peculiar town that lies to the northwest of The Warded City. Though it is small, it was once renowned for its farming prowess - something the citizenry took great pride in. In fact, the town had carved out a profit for themselves by exporting crops to the Warded City. That economic acumen allowed Cordon's citizens to enjoy a happy and prosperous peace as a tighter knit community than most.

However, the town has been one to sustain that success and has experienced a run of awful luck since a wealthy noble named Cedric Willow moved in. The man made quick work of raiding his coffers to build himself an elaborate estate on the northern end of town, and under its shadow, Cordon has struggled. Crops have withered and died, even under constant care, citizens have lost money, fallen ill, and some have even resorted to crime to survive... Or that was the word anyway. We're you to visit now, you'd only notice an eerie malaise hanging over the town as villagers shuffle aimlessly to and fro, all the while looking towards the Baron Willow's estate for help...

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CHARACTER TITLES

This is a list of 800+ character titles I’ll be continuously updating. The current number of titles will be below the cut, so I don’t have to chase after different version of this. This list is going to be one of unusual titles that you won’t really find in any other masterlist (at least, not any that I’ve seen around), so if you need something more descriptive and unique to use for your characters or your RPG, I’m sure this is a good list for you.

CURRENT TITLE COUNT: 908 [since 09/08/18]

A TITLES

The Abdicator

The Abhorrent

The Abomination

The Abrasive

The Accommodator

The Ace

The Achiever

The Acidic

The Acolyte

The Acrobat

The Activist

The Adherent

The Admiral

The Adventurer

The Adviser

The Advocate

The Afflicted

The Ageless

The Agent

The Aggressor

The Agitator

The Alchemist

The Almighty

The Alpha Wolf

The Altruist

The Amateur

The Ambassador

The Ambitious

The Ambulatory

The Analyser

The Analyst

The Anarchist

The Angel

The Annihilator

The Anointed

The Anointer

The Antagonist

The Anti-Hero

The Apollo

The Apothecary

The Apprentice

The Arcanist

The Archer

The Architect

The Archivist

The Aristocrat

The Armed

The Artful

The Artificer

The Artisan

The Artist

The Ascendant

The Ascended

The Assassin

The Asserter

The Assistant

The Associate

The Athlete

The Audacious

The Authentic

The Avaricious

The Avenger

The Awakened

B TITLES

The Babbler

The Babelfish

The Backstabber

The Badass

The Balance

The Bandit

The Banshee

The Barbarian

The Barber

The Bard

The Baron

The Bastion

The Bear

The Beast

The Beastly

The Beginner

The Beguiler

The Behemoth

The Belle

The Benefactor

The Beneficiary

The Benevolent

The Berserker

The Betrayer

The Binder

The Blacksmith

The Blademaster

The Blaze

The Blazing Light

The Blessing

The Blight

The Blighted

The Blister

The Blogger

The Bloodletter

The Bloodseeker

The Bloodthirster

The Boatswain

The Bohemian

The Bombardier

The Bonecrusher

The Bouncer

The Bountiful

The Bounty Hunter

The Brain

The Brave

The Brawler

The Brigand

The Broker

The Brutal

The Brute

The Buccaneer

The Builder

The Burglar

The Butcher

C TITLES

The CEO

The Campaigner

The Candidate

The Canoness

The Capitalist

The Captain

The Caregiver

The Caretaker

The Carpenter

The Cat

The Catalyst

The Cavalier

The Centurion

The Challenger

The Chameleon

The Champion

The Changeling

The Chaotic

The Charismatic

The Charmer

The Chaser

The Chef

The Chief

The Child

The Chosen

The Cipher

The Clairvoyant

The Classifier

The Cleaner

The Clear-Sighted

The Cleric

The Clever

The Clumsy

The Cold-Blooded

The Collaborator

The Collector

The Colossus

The Commander

The Commando

The Committed

The Companion

The Competent

The Competitor

The Compiler

The Composer

The Comprehended

The Condemned

The Confidant

The Confounder

The Confused

The Connoisseur

The Conqueror

The Conscience

The Conspirator

The Consul

The Contender

The Contractor

The Contrarian

The Cook

The Cool-Headed

The Coordinator

The Corrupt

The Corrupted

The Corrupter

The Corsair

The Cougar

The Count

The Courtesan

The Cowboy

The Cowgirl

The Coyote Man

The Craftsman

The Crafty

The Crapshooter

The Critic

The Cruel

The Crusader

The Crusher

The Cryptic

The Cunning

The Curiosity

The Customer

The Cutthroat

The Cynic

D TITLES

The Dama Rossa

The Damned

The Dandy

The Dangerous

The Dauntless

The Dawn

The Deacon

The Deadly Shadow

The Deathless

The Debater

The Debris

The Deceiver

The Deconstructor

The Dedicated

The Defender

The Defensive

The Defiled

The Delinquent

The Demolisher

The Demon

The Dependable

The Deprogrammer

The Designer

The Desperado

The Despot

The Destroyer

The Destructive

The Determined

The Devastator

The Developer

The Devoted

The Dexterous

The Diplomat

The Director

The Disciple

The Discoverer

The Distractor

The Doctor

The Dominator

The Dragon

The Drake

The Dreamer

The Drifter

The Druid

The Drunkard

The Duelist

The Duke

The Dutiful

The Dynamo

E TITLES

The Eager

The Eagle

The Earl

The Eccentric

The Economist

The Efficient

The Effigy

The Ego

The Elder

The Elitist

The Elusive

The Emissary

The Emotionless

The Empath

The Emperor

The Enchantress

The Encyclopedia

The Enduring

The Enemy

The Enforcer

The Engineer

The Enterprising

The Entertainer

The Enthusiast

The Entrepreneur

The Envoy

The Epicure

The Equaliser

The Eradicator

The Erratic

The Escape Artist

The Esteemed

The Ethereal

The Evader

The Everlasting

The Exalted

The Examiner

The Executioner

The Executive

The Executor

The Exile

The Expeditionist

The Expendable

The Expert

The Explorer

The Extinguisher

F TITLES

The Facilitator

The Faithful

The Fallen

The Familiar

The Famous

The Fanatic

The Fashionista

The Fatebreaker

The Fearless

The Femme Fatale

The Fencer

The Fever

The Fiend

The Fierce

The Fighter

The Firebird

The Firebrand

The Firefly

The Firehawk

The Fist

The Fixer

The Flameseeker

The Flawless

The Fleet-Footed

The Fool

The Footpad

The Forger

The Forgotten

The Founder

The Fox

The Fraud

The Freelancer

The Frozen

The Furious

The Fury

G TITLES

The Gargoyle

The Gatecrasher

The Gatekeeper

The General

The Generous

The Genius

The Gentry

The Genuine

The Ghost

The Gifted

The Giver

The Gladiator

The Gladiatrix

The Glitch

The Glutton

The Godlike

The Golden Child

The Golem

The Good Samaritan

The Gouger

The Governor

The Great

The Grenadier

The Grifter

The Grunt

The Guardian

The Gullible

The Gunfighter

The Gunner

The Gunslinger

H TITLES

The Hacker

The Halcyon

The Hallowed

The Hammer

The Harbinger

The Hard-Boiled

The Hard-Hearted

The Harlequin

The Healer

The Heart

The Heartless

The Heir

The Hellequin

The Hellhound

The Hellion

The Helmsman

The Helper

The Herald

The Herbalist

The Herder

The Hermit

The Hessian

The Highlander

The Hiker

The Hipster

The Hired Gun

The Hoarder

The Hologram

The Homewrecker

The Honourable

The Honoured

The Hopeful

The Howitzer

The Humane

The Hunter

The Huntsman

The Hurricane

The Hypocrite

I TITLES

The Iconoclast

The Idealist

The Illuminated

The Illusion

The Illusionist

The Illustrious

The Imitator

The Immortal

The Impaler

The Impassive

The Impersonator

The Improviser

The Impulsive

The Incomprehensible

The Indefatigable

The Independent

The Indignant

The Individualist

The Indomitable

The Infamous

The Infiltrator

The Initiate

The Innovator

The Inquisitor

The Insolvent

The Inspector

The Instrument

The Intelligent

The Interpreter

The Intimidator

The Intrepid

The Intriguing

The Inventive

The Inventor

The Investigator

The Invisible

The Irrational

J TITLES

The Jackal

The Jaguar

The Jester

The Judge

The Justiciar

K TITLES

The Keeper

The Killer

The Killing Machine

The Kin

The Kind-Hearted

The King

The Kingmaker

The Knife Thrower

The Knight

The Known

L TITLES

The Landowner

The Landsman

The Lawbringer

The Lawful

The Leader

The Leech

The Legate

The Legend

The Legendary

The Legionnaire

The Leviathan

The Liability

The Liar

The Liberator

The Librarian

The Liege

The Lieutenant

The Lifeguard

The Linguist

The Living Myth

The Logician

The Logistician

The Lone Wolf

The Lonesome

The Loose Cannon

The Lost

The Loyal

The Loyalist

The Lucky

The Luminous

The Lurker

The Lustful

M TITLES

The Machine

The Magician

The Magnanimous

The Magnate

The Magnificent

The Magus

The Maiden

The Majestic

The Malevolent

The Manipulator

The Marathoner

The Marauder

The Marine

The Marksman

The Marquis

The Mass Murderer

The Master

The Masterful

The Mastermind

The Matriarch

The Matron

The Mauler

The Maverick

The Maxim

The Meat

The Mech

The Mechanic

The Mediator

The Medic

The Medium

The Megalomaniac

The Menace

The Mentor

The Mercenary

The Merchant

The Merciless

The Mermaid

The Mimic

The Mindless

The Miscreant

The Mistral

The Mistress

The Misunderstood

The Mobiliser

The Mole

The Moneymaker

The Monk

The Monster

The Monstrosity

The Mooch

The Mote

The Motivator

The Mountebank

The Muddled

N TITLES

The Naturalist

The Navigator

The Neutral

The Neutraliser

The Newcomer

The Night Owl

The Night Stalker

The Nightmare

The Ninja

The Noble

The Nobleman

The Nomad

The Notorious

The Novice

The Nuisance

The Nurturer

O TITLES

The Obliterator

The Observant

The Observer

The Occultist

The Officer

The Offworlder

The Ogre

The Omen

The Omnipotent

The One

The Operative

The Opportunist

The Optimist

The Orator

The Orchid

The Originator

The Outcast

The Outgoing

The Outlaw

The Outstanding

The Overclocker

The Overlord

The Overseer

P TITLES

The Paladin

The Paragon

The Pariah

The Partner

The Pathfinder

The Patient

The Patriarch

The Patriot

The Patron

The Peacekeeper

The Peacemaker

The Pearl

The Perfectionist

The Performer

The Persistent

The Persuasive

The Phantom

The Philanthropist

The Phoenix

The Physician

The Pilferator

The Pilgrim

The Pilot

The Pioneer

The Pirate

The Pitiless

The Plague Bearer

The Planner

The Plunderer

The Poacher

The Pointman

The Poisoner

The Poisonous

The Practised

The Praetorian

The Preacher

The Precise

The Precursor

The Prefect

The Presence

The Pretender

The Priest

The Prince

The Princess

The Principled

The Prisoner

The Privateer

The Privileged

The Problem Solver

The Prodigy

The Producer

The Professional

The Professor

The Proficient

The Profligate

The Projection

The Projector

The Prolific

The Promoted

The Promoter

The Prophet

The Protagonist

The Protector

The Provoker

The Prowler

The Psychic

The Punisher

The Punk

The Puppet Master

The Puppeteer

The Pure

The Pyrotechnician

Q TITLES

The Quartermaster

The Queen

The Quick Thinker

R TITLES

The Raider

The Rambler

The Ranger

The Ransacker

The Rationaliser

The Ravager

The Realist

The Reaper

The Reaver

The Rebel

The Rebellious

The Recluse

The Recruit

The Redeemer

The Referee

The Reformer

The Regent

The Regulator

The Relentless

The Remnant

The Renegade

The Reptile

The Researcher

The Resolute

The Resourceful

The Respected

The Respectful

The Responsive

The Resurgent

The Retracer

The Revered

The Risen

The Riskrunner

The Ritualist

The Rival

The Robber

The Roboteer

The Roboticist

The Robust

The Rogue

The Role Model

The Romantic

The Rookie

The Rover

The Rugged

The Runner

The Rustler

The Ruthless

S TITLES

The Saboteur

The Sacrifice

The Sacrificial Lamb

The Sadist

The Sagacious

The Sage

The Saint

The Salty

The Salvager

The Sandman

The Sapper

The Savant

The Saviour

The Scanner

The Scarab

The Scavenger

The Sceptic

The Scholar

The Scientist

The Scorcher

The Scoundrel

The Scout

The Scrapper

The Seeker

The Seer

The Sentient

The Sentinel

The Sergeant

The Serial Killer

The Serpent

The Servant

The Shadow

The Shaman

The Shank

The Sharpshooter

The Shatterer

The Shirker

The Shopaholic

The Show-Off

The Sickle

The Silencer

The Silent

The Silent Shadow

The Sinister

The Siren

The Skald

The Skilled

The Skirmisher

The Slaughterer

The Slayer

The Sleepwalker

The Slugger

The Sly

The Smuggler

The Sneaker

The Sneaky

The Sniper

The Social

The Socialite

The Soldier

The Sorcerer

The Soul

The Specialist

The Spectre

The Spellscarred

The Spellsword

The Spender

The Spirited

The Spiritualist

The Spy

The Stag

The Stalker

The Stalwart

The Stargazer

The Static

The Steadfast

The Storm

The Stowaway

The Strangler

The Strategist

The Striker

The Strong Man

The Stunner

The Sunbringer

The Supervisor

The Supporter

The Surah

The Surgeon

The Surveyor

The Survivalist

The Survivor

The Suspect

The Sweetheart

The Swift

T TITLES

The Tactician

The Tank

The Target

The Taunter

The Teacher

The Technophile

The Tempest

The Templar

The Temptress

The Terror

The Theorist

The Thespian

The Thief

The Thinker

The Thorn

The Threat

The Thrill Seeker

The Tiger

The Timewalker

The Tinkerer

The Titan

The Torch

The Tormenter

The Tracer

The Tracker

The Trader

The Trailblazer

The Trainee

The Trapper

The Traveller

The Treasure Hunter

The Trickster

The Troublemaker

The Troubleshooter

The Trusted

The Trustworthy

The Truth Seeker

The Truthful

The Twilit Heart

The Tycoon

The Typhoon

U TITLES

The Unassailable

The Unclean

The Uncompromising

The Undaunted

The Undying

The Unethical

The Universal Translator

The Unlucky

The Unruly

The Unseen

The Unstoppable

The Untamed

The Untouchable

The Unwavering

The Unyielding

The Upstanding

The Usurper

V TITLES

The VIP

The Vagrant

The Vain

The Valiant

The Valkyrie

The Vanguard

The Vanished

The Vanquisher

The Vengeful

The Venomous

The Versatile

The Veteran

The Vicious

The Victim

The Vigilant

The Vigilante

The Viper

The Virtuoso

The Virus

The Visionary

The Visitor

The Vizier

The Volunteer

The Voyager

The Vulture

W TITLES

The Wanderer

The War Dog

The Ward

The Warden

The Warder

The Warlock

The Warmonger

The Warrior

The Waste

The Watchdog

The Wayfarer

The Wayward

The Wealthy

The Whirlwind

The Widowmaker

The Wild

The Wingman

The Wise

The Wisp

The Witch

The Witchhunter

The Wolf

The Wondrous

The Workaholic

The Wound

The Wraith

The Wrestler

The Write-Off

X Y Z TITLES

The Zealot

The Zoologist

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afairymind · 4 years

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Meet, Meadowsweet.

Meadowsweet is a perennial herb of the rose family that is native throughout most of Europe and Western Asia. It has been introduced and naturalised in North America. You can find it flowering from June to September in wet habitats, such as ditches, damp woodlands and meadows, along river banks, and beside ponds.

It has deeply veined leaflets held on arching stems that are topped with fluffy sprays of creamy-white, five-petaled flowers, each with over twenty protruding stamens. These flowers have a very strong, sweet scent. The flower sprays can be up to 25cm in width.

It plays an important role in ecosystems. The larvae of several moth species, including Emperor, Brown Spot Pinion, Grey pug, Hebrew Character, Lime-speck Pug, Mottled Beauty, Lesser Cream Wave, and Satellite, use it as a food plant. The flowers also attract a wide variety of other insects, including pollinators such as bee, butterfly and hoverfly, whilst the seeds provide food for birds.

This delicate, sweetly scented flower has many names. Its Latin name is Filipendula ulmaria. The genus name, Filipendula, is an amalgamation of ‘filum’ meaning thread, and ‘pendulus’, meaning drooping – which is thought to refer to the root tubers which hang together by threads. It’s species name, ulmaria, comes from the Latin word ‘ulmus’, meaning elm. This is due to the shape of the plant’s leaves.

Chaucer, in ‘The Knight’s Tale’, called it Meadwort, or Medwort, and named it as one of the fifty ingredients included in the drink, ‘save’. It has the name Bridewort because it was both strewn in churches for festivals and weddings, and was also used for bridal garlands. Names such as Queen of the Meadow, Pride of the Meadow, Lady of the Meadow and Meadow Queen were given to it because of the way in which it can dominate a damp low-lying meadow. It is also known as Meadow-wort, Bittersweet, Dollof, and Meadsweet. It’s Gaelic names include Ius Cuchulainn, and Rios Cuchulainn, as Irish legend tells of how the legendary warrior, Cuchulainn was treated with Meadowsweet baths in order to cure his uncontrollable rage and fevers.

There is other folklore connected with Meadowsweet, as well. In Welsh mythology, the magicians Math and Gwydion created a beautiful maiden out of the flowers of Meadowsweet, Broom, and Oak. She was made for one purpose only – to be a wife to the hero, Lleu Llaw Gyffes, who had been placed under a tynged by his mother, Arianrhod, that he would never have a human wife. She was named Blodeuwedd, meaning ‘flower-faced’. The story goes that Blodeuwedd took a lover, Gronw Pedr, and together they conspired, unsuccessfully, to murder her husband. As punishment, Blodeuwedd was transformed into an owl, to be forever shunned by the denizens of the daylight hours.

And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: “Come now and let us make a wife for Llew.” And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, And in a shadow made a magic ring: They took the violet and the meadow-sweet To form her pretty face, and for her feet They built a mound of daisies on a wing, And for her voice they made a linnet sing In the wide poppy blowing for her mouth. And over all they chanted twenty hours. And Llew came singing from the azure south And bore away his wife of birds and flowers. By Francis Ledwidge

Other folk beliefs include the plant’s use in love spells and potions. When strewn about the house it is said to bring peace, and the scent of Meadowsweet is said to cheer the heart. If you gather it on Midsummer’s Day, Meadowsweet can give information regarding thieves – just place the Meadowsweet on water. If it sinks, the thief is a man; if it floats, it is a woman. Garlands of Meadowsweet worn at Lammas are said to join the wearer with the essence of the Goddess.

In addition to this, Meadowsweet is also a bringer of courage. In Russian folklore, Kudryash, the bravest knight in his village, one day became terrified that death stalked him. He could no longer fight and when a band of thieves came to the village, Kudryash was too scared to help. He was so ashamed of his cowardice that he fled to the river, intending to drown himself, but out of the water emerged a beautiful maiden who gave him a garland made out of Meadowsweet flowers. She told him that he would be unharmed if he wore the garland into battle. He returned to the village, wore the garland and defeated the thieves.

Other folklore claims that where Meadowsweet grows there are no snakes, which can also mean, therefore, that there is no evil present.

If you have a lot of it growing, Meadowsweet is a lovely plant to harvest for use. The green parts have a similar aromatic flavour to the scent of the flowers, and it can be included in jams and stewed fruit to add a pleasant almond taste. It has traditionally been used to flavour vinegar, wine, beer, and mead – which is the origin of many ‘mead’ related names. The 17th century English botanist, physician and herbalist, Nicholas Culpeper, recommended that a leaf of Meadowsweet should be added to a cup of claret wine, to give it a ‘fine relish’.

Today, Meadowsweet is one of the thirty herbs and spices that is added to the popular Norfolk punch cordial drink. This is made following an authentic medieval recipe that was originally made by the monks of Norfolk.

Historically, it was a popular strewing-plant, commonly scattered over floors in order to keep rooms sweet smelling.

The leaves and floures of Meadowsweet farre excelle all other strowing herbs for to decke up houses, to strawe in chambers, halls and banqueting-houses in the summer-time, for the smell thereof makes the heart merrie and joyful and delighteth the senses.

John Gerard, 16th Century botanist

It was a particular favourite of Queen Elizabeth I of England, who liked it to be used in her chambers. Having plants strewn over the floors isn’t really acceptable in a modern house, but Meadowsweet can be dried and included in pot pouri for a similar affect.

In addition to this, the roots of Meadowsweet produce a black dye and the leaves a blue pigment, which makes it perfect for those who wish to use natural materials for their art or craft work. Meadowsweet is possibly most well known for its medicinal uses.This is mainly because it contains salycilic acid, a compound that is similar to Aspirin. As such it has pain-killing properties. Salicylic acid was first produced in 1838 by the Italian scientist, Rafaele Piria, from the flowerbuds of Meadowsweet and from the bark of the Willow tree (Salix alba). The name, ‘Aspirin’ that was given to acetylsalicylic acid after it was created by the company Bayer in 1899, actually comes from the old botanical name for Meadowsweet – Spiraea ulmaria.

It can be steeped in water to make a relieving tea, useful for managing aches and pains, particularly for those suffering from colds and flu. It can, though, be a little harsh on the digestive system. The plant’s digestive effects mean that it has traditionally been a go-to herb for those suffering from indigestion, flatulence, and diarrhoea. It protects and soothes the mucous membranes of the digestive tract, reducing excess acidity and alleviating nausea. It can also be used as a treatment for heartburn, hyperacidity, gastritis and peptic ulceration. Salicylic acid has anti-inflammatory properties, making it an effective treatment for rheumatic pain.

The tannins and mucilages found in Meadowsweet appear to limit some of the adverse effects common to the salicylates – such as those that can cause gastric bleeding (Aspirin can cause gastric ulceration). Care should still be taken with the use of Meadowsweet, however, as salicylic acid also acts as a blood thinner. This can cause internal bleeding, and prevents wounds from clotting. Use should be halted a week before admission to hospital for surgery.

If you’d like to find out more, these are the sites that I collected my information from:

Wildlife Trusts

Wikipedia

Woodland Trust

Eat Weeds

Wight Druids

This post is for 365 Days Wild, day 65.

Meet a Plant: Meadowsweet #365DaysWild Meet, Meadowsweet. Meadowsweet is a perennial herb of the rose family that is native throughout most of Europe and Western Asia.

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