#queries for the dragon

[casual-wyrm-enjoyer]

Hey Wyrm! I didn’t know you liked DnD : D what’s your favorite class n race combo? Or are you in/ running a campaign rn? Sorry if I’m bothering you

Hey, bug! Thanks for the ask! And no, don't worry, you're not being a bother at all!

(Sorry answering took so long btw) To be honest, it's been a good while since I've actually played the game, so admittedly, I haven't had much chance to experiment... but I can tell you what I can remember about the characters I have made and played in it (well... actually it was in Pathfinder 1e... with some Starfinder thrown in for flavor... but that's based off of dnd 3.5e! so shhhhhh!). Though, really I only only remember the details of one of them...

tw for vague descriptions of violence, racism and people trafficking!

First was a Dhampir Sorcerer, I don't recall her name, but she was from the Starfinder part of it, I don't really have much to say on it, as that, while fun, was one of the more messy parts of the vast, interlocking list of campaign (technically it was one large campaign? Tis' a bit complicated lol). But one of the things I do remember her for, ironically, was her death. For a bit of context, the party had arrived a few sessions ago on a Wild West style world, and the particular quest we were on - given to us by a Dwarf named 'Helmet' or something along those lines - was to go and rescue a group of orcs who were being trafficked as slaves (The people of the world we were on were kinda racist towards orcs and half-orcs). Eventually, we found the ravine they were being kept in, high-jinks ensued, including a half-orc barbarian of our party making some weirdly high performance checks, one fight later, things are far from perfect, but seems like we might win the encounter... until one of the other spellcasters in our party cast a fire-related spell... in the vicinity of a crate for of explosives. And that’s how my first ever TPK happened 😅

Next up (or technically first off) is Dreldeth. He is a lizardfolk fight (who may or may not have also been a half-dragon, but that never really came up during campaign sadly), and was my first ever character! One of the big things I recall about him is him having a 17 or 18 swim bonus due a mix of points I put into the feat (or was it a skill? My dnd terminology is a bit rusty I'm afraid 😅), and the absurd racial bonus Lizardfolk get. I got to put it to use a grand total of... one time.. but hey, he was still fun to play. I retired him for a bit with the Dhampir, but after she died, I brought him back in, and played him up until the campaign was put on an indefinite hiatus. The plan from the DM was to find a new place and continue from there, but well... it's been at least a couple years since that happened, so sadly I'm pretty sure that group is dead...

[jaal-ama-daravv]

You know I’ve actually been wondering if perhaps there were spells that could slow aging so that Emmrich and Rook had more years together.

Now this, is something I've been waiting for. Bless you for asking. I'll try to keep it succint, I'm happy to expand on any section.

Let's get into it -

Firstly, I briefly touched on it in another post, this is the excerpt.

Mages can live for an incredibly long time. Especially ones that are entwined with the Fade. Even more so ones that can speak to the dead. I think there is some meaning for that we will uncover in future game adaptions.

Find the full post here.

To understand the type of magic or path that would be required of a mage to extend their life, or to just live as long as possible, requires a basic knowledge of the Fade and death itself. Please note that spirit/soul encompany the same meaning.

A) It is revealed in DAO/ DAA, that every living being's soul leaves their body after death and enters the Fade. B) Additionally in DAO, you can meet souls that are trapped in the fade (e.g., Cailin, Rowan, Marric). C) In DA2, Justice reiterates this, stating that every living being's soul leaves their body after death and enters the Fade, however Justice could not say what their fate would be. D) Solas has stated that talented Mortalitasi have the ability to draw wisps and spirits/souls across the veil from the Fade. E) Nevarrans believe that when a soul passes on to the Fade, it displaces a spirit.

With that knowledge -

For the sake of it, let's say a MW Rook passes on. Now, it wouldn't be easy, or safe, or sanctioned for that matter. But Emmrich would find a way to find Rook's soul. I do believe that Rook would do the exact same due to their devotion towards eachother, however Rook has far less training in Fade magic. And as Emmrich has mentioned.

I will state that there is a final dialogue line in the game where Rook and Emmrich state that they want to discuss their plans for their life together after they defeat the gods. We aren't privy to that conversation unfortunately, but it can be interpreted many ways. It would not surprise me if these nerds went home and immediately started, 'okay so if you die, how do I find you'. In the most loving, caring way possible. These two have such an undying love for one another that they would do anything to extend their lives.

I will also state that in at least the Redemption Ending of Veilguard, Rook has Solas's Dagger and it was given willingly. A tool that can be used to enter the Fade and manipulate it. If Rook was to die, Emmrich could utlise that dagger, or vice versa. I would bet good money on that either one of these lovers would use that dagger almost immediately to find their love. Given that the Fade is a dangerous place without wards, some thought would definitely go into their plan to retrieve them.

In terms of extending their life, this is high probable, and the reasoning is quite simple. Emmrich is a highly advanced and knowledgable mage who has studied death and the magic encompassing it for an odd 40 years or so. Emmrich has demonstrated that he can utlisise the magic of the fade and the spirits inside (i.e., romance interest scene, Manfred, and possible revivial.) We have observed first-hand how powerful of a mage Emmrich is, and I don't use that term lightly. He is a top dog in Fade magic and the dead. If Emmrich nor Rook was not able to bring back their love, their spirit form would always exist, which means they would always be searching for eachother. 'In this nor any other world.'

Emmrich already believes in eternal life and eternal love, that is canon. I can't comment on the specifics of how Emmrich and Rook would extend their life due to the Fade and it's intricacies only really being explored in Vows & Vengeance and Veilguard. To give more of an example of the type of magic required to 'bring someone back from the brink of death', I urge you to go listen to the Vows & Vengeance episode 'The Demon That Came Knocking'.

Emmrich has a special connection to the Fade, and the spirits can sense that he is good natured and willing to help them. So possibly, they would be willing to help him extend life.

Lich Path Implication

Theoretically, if Emmrich turns Lich Lord, (and we all know by now that it is in Emmrichs character to go rogue in the event of Rook's death), he could theoretically, have Rook be turned into an unsanctioned lich. He would be hunted for sport by the Mourn Watch and other Lich Lord's but it is theoretically possible due to: A) Emmrich's vast knowledge of the Fade and ability to talk to the dead. B) He knows the process on how to achieve Lichdom C) Knows how to retrieve souls from the Fade. D) He has been known to bend the rules in the Mourn Watch before. E) He would be a Lich. A Lich has vastly more powers and abilities that are connected to the Fade, untold power. (i.e., See Lich Romance Scene; his normal vision is the Fade and has the ability to not only project, but have visions of current events.

Hope this helps ♥ Unfortunately it is all just speculation, but there are many, MANY paths to which Emmrich and Rook could live out their days together, particularly if they are both Mourn Watchers. Am I tugging at straws? maybe. but the lore for Thedas is very deep, and there is alot that we are not privy to yet. Spirits can inhabit bodies, and take on other forms. There is nothing to say that Rook or Emmrich could not attempt such a thing if extension of life was cut short prematurely, or not possible.

[bookwyrminspiration]

stumbled upon a to be released book called a language of dragons. title alone sounds like it was curated specifically for you

"get a summer internship studying dragon languages" "discover the secrets of a hidden dragon language" "young linguistic experts who are desperate to decode the dragon language" "every act of translation requires sacrifice" oh my godddddd

this book is either going to be one of the best things I've ever read or it is going to disappoint me so immeasurably i'll never read another word again

[fallensxvior]

"Yeshua? Chasing people with a whip?" Xaos was holding back a laugh. "I think if I see that it'd be the third best day of my life."

"Actually, Xaos..."

Yeshua began to clear his throat, trying to shake off the embarrassment. "I.. well..."

[opxningtears]

Someone called Lizzie a monster? Here comes Xaos to dropkick them.

"OHMYGOD-"

And there goes the harasser, flying off the edge of a bridge at mach fuck...

"Xaos, you- you didn't have to kill the man!"

[fawnpalmer]

I feel like the vast majority of you follow me for fanfic etc but I'm working on original novels (one that I'm querying, one that i'm exploring self pub, one that I'm tearing my hair out to write) and I am really excited about them!

[yuriartillery]

what's your favorite digimon! >:3 mine are Justimon and Omegamon Zwart

oh... honestly its really basic but the sistermons are my favourites, especially sistermon noir! i modded cyber sleuth to get her back in it hehe. if i were made to pick one that isnt just a lady it'd be eyesmon

[kopykunoichi]

Guys, this is what your search engine history might look like when writing fanfiction from Piccolo's point of view. 😬 The green man knows nothing about sex and he has just discovered that smart phones are good for more than just video chatting with your friends and family.

Don't worry, buddy. We'll find the answers together. I got you.

[mochiflxwerr]

I love your art I'm going to have it printed on my tombstone

thank you please expect nothing of me

[chuuyanakaahara]

i have 4 days u think i can come up with a 2k short story + editing in that time...

[casual-wyrm-enjoyer]

I love any stories or OCs that have anything to do with gods or mythology tbh, see my Durge lmao

Yeee, been finding myself really transfixed with the theology and cosmology of my world, lore making is fun!

And I did see the posts for your Durge, they sound fun lol. Love the idea of them having a sort of post-epilogue religious epiphany, following in the footsteps of their adoptive mother by becoming an Eilistraean. Sounds like you also got with Astarion in the playthrough you did with them?

It's also super fun to think about those little details with said character! Like, going back to Keres for a moment, as she is the Goddess of Death, the very first of such, I imagine her design borrowing elements from the tradition depiction of the Grim Reaper, with some more personal touches for flavor.

One such detail she has is wielding a scythe, though considering how she and many of her siblings are War Gods to some extent (though there is a dedicated War God, Argus, among their number), she wields a war scythe, rather than the regular farmer's scythe that the Death is normally depicted wielding.

For comparison:

Normal scythe

War scythe

[cosmosarcana]

i regret to inform you all i am obsessed with flight rising

[sxverana]

”All they do is curse my name.”

(Vlad)

"Please. Do not let their poison taint your heart further. The ramblings of bitter mortals die on the wind as quickly as their dust."

The Draculina took knee beside her king, a pleading gaze up at him. Like a child at the feet of her father, she pleaded for sense, and for warmth to find him again.

"If they do not love you, please find some comfort in the fact that i do."

[bookwyrminspiration]

I’M SO CONFUSED (<-acod)

YES HAHA YES!!

[chronicleking]

「 @universestreasures​ | Kisara」 issued a challenge:

Her wings and tail were in full view as Kisara gazed upon him, for she had no need to hide her true self before him when they were here. She pats the white fabric of her gown on her lap, an invitation for Seto to join her and relax in her lap. The dragoness could see something hidden in his radiant blue eyes, something that singled a deep concern. "Tell me what ails you, my dearest." (From Kisara, Nobles UwU.)

He doesn't relax, even as she comes into his full view. His shoulders remain squared and his gaze remains one carved from ice. A harsh expression to most who found themselves exposed to it, but to Kisara... she always managed to see past his frigid exterior-- Treating the glass surrounding his heart as if it were more akin to that of a window than the mirror he viewed it as.

--An opaque mirror which reflects that of the world around it, the beauty and misery of it all, and keeps it out. Or a crystalline window which allows the light to pass through it to combat the darkness sealed within.

Either way; the glass cracked before Kisara's silvery-toned voice.

It was a dangerous weapon. One that only the maiden could wield. One that could destroy him at any moment should she so choose.

He stops in his tracks the moment she spoke, as if he dares not to overshadow the tune with the echoing of footfalls. A few seconds pass before Seto responds in kind-- only after the lingering vibrations in the air settle completely.

❝ Shouldn't you know by now? I don't bring my business back into your bedroom. ❞

The words he speaks are cold in nature, but the voice that delivered them told a slightly different tale. To the untrained ear it was easy to miss, but for those close to him they knew it was Seto's way of acknowledging concerns without completely invalidating them through blunt rejection.

He just... rather not talk about it right now. Not when Kisara's inviting gesture drew him in so.

...It's not information he rather her be privy to either. Considering the weight of what's just been thrown upon him. But he can't just hope for her to drop the matter so easily. Had it been anyone else he would have had just told her to forget it and let him be.

❝ ...Those old geezers, ❞ Mentioning them at all should spell out his troubles. The elders have been nothing but troublesome since the moment Seto's memories burdened him. Not only do they cause him to struggle at every turn with his rise to power, now they're trying to use him as a bargaining chip! HIM! If they think they can do such a thing without retaliation on his side then they were sorely wrong. ❝ I'm going to change the way things are run around here, I swear it-- ❞

The coat hanging off his shoulders slips off with ease, the lustrous fabric flowing into rippled piles on the white tiled floors. It was if a waterfall had just run dry-- beautiful as it's last drop fell before then revealing all the uglied jagged dangers that lay beneath it's surface. Seto was much the same. All the bright whites of the surface of his world couldn't begin to bring light to the darkest parts of himself.

At least, That was what he once thought. That was until he had met Kisara, who's light threatened to obliterate him completely if he wasn't careful when basking in it.

When he lowers to his knees before her it's with great care despite how his body argued with him to simply accept her and trust the weight of it all to her; his troubles as well as himself. Instead he first places his hand atop her own, welcoming the warmth of her skin that came at a great contrast given how cold to the touch she appeared to be.

A beauty, carved of marble and ice.

How part of him wished to preserve her seemingly delicate nature, despite knowing very well how wrong that perception of her was. The other part of him knew better than anyone-- That she was not as fragile as this form would lead most to believe. But knowing that wasn't enough for Seto.

It didn't matter if he could believe in Kisara's power. It didn't matter if he could trust in her or Mokuba to protect themselves. With the way things were now none of that mattered. It was only a matter of time before something outside his control would happen again-- And with the recent announcement of his arrangement resounding inside his head and heart it was becoming clear. Now more than ever.

He couldn't sit around and wait any longer, he had to start pushing back against these ridiculous traditions. He wasn't going to remain a pawn on someone else's playing board forever. He was going to become a king-- The King of Kings of this land and do more than return it to it's former glory. He was going to usher in an entirely new age; one where Kisara could once again spread her wings outside the walls he had built around her. As his eye finally locks his gaze with her own his mumbling rant changes into something full of resolve.

❝ --I swear it. On my very life. ❞

It's only then that he seems to relax all at once. As if an incredible weight was finally withdrawn from his shoulders as he finally accepts Kisara's invitation to lower his head down onto her lap. But even this seemed more like a deep bow-- a sealing of a promise-- than anything. -

[opxningtears]

"But there are flowers amidst the thorns… a sweet fragrance promising a happy ending; dangerous and desirable all at once." Not Xaos reminding her of his unending optimism in the face of hardship yet again.

"You baffle me, Xaos."

She couldn't quite fight the smile that tugged at her lips as Lizzie placed a warm cup of tea in his hands.

From the moment they met, his kindness had been so viciously persistent. Any given opportunity was met with a certain hopefulness- and it was infectious.

"I wish I knew how to be so... stubbornly hopeful."