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When your characters just start revealing lore you didn't know about them, as you're writing them

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a story in 4 parts 🫶

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just, Kallamar having a chill time in some water, wanna join him??

fukc backgrounds dude omg

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The god of darkwood has left, and so, the land withers

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They're working on it. And they're helping Narinder work on getting his back too. Mystic Seller is out here like, "YOU! AGAIN?!"

Lambren: *grinning unrepentant* "Me!"

I have two different au storylines under TWSF au bc why keep it just to one... we'll just go into the one for this post.

First we have a sort of spin off of a Role Swap au. In this, the other bishops were about to imprison Narinder in the land of the dead when he suddenly disappeared.

Narinder wakes up in the clearing where his cult lead by Ratau used to be and he's now mortal/semi-mortal. He's doesn't know for a while whether this was his sibling's punishment for him or some other curse but either way, he wants his revenge on them.

Not long after he establishes his cult, he starts to get strange but comforting dreams that he doesn't remember and someone is leaving goods and relics in his path in the woods of Leshy's domain.

Ratau plays a little more active role in helping Narinder with the cult. He travels often since he is in charge of sustaining the cult. Trading for goods and convincing merchants to set up closer to the cult. When he is there, he helps keep things in order while Narinder is gone on crusade.

It's not until Narinder starts to remember parts of his dreams that he figures out who is helping.

Ratau's brother Ratoo plays a little bit of a different role here. Instead of being unaffiliated, he is the witness of life. He is one of the few who still worship a god long forgotten.

See Life was imprisoned before the fall of the first gods, but they are still able to watch the world from their pocket dimension prison and they are fascinated by Death, by Narinder. They could not stand the thought of him being imprisoned in one of the few places they cannot see or reach so they used what remnants of power they still have in order to rip him from the grasp of the other bishops; the side effect of this being his descension from godhood.

They make a deal with Ratoo for his heart in order to regain enough power to enter Narinder's dreams.

After Narinder starts remembering a their dream conversations, Lambren has Ratoo help more directly.

(Side note: I changed Ratoo's background a bit bc I love the idea of one worshipping death and the other life.)

Ratoo actually knows where the Lamb is imprisoned and has a way to enter and exit freely.

For Lambren's motives, mainly it's just their unhealthy obsession with him. They have vague hopes that he might free them, but does not hinge their help on any promise for Narinder to free them.

The god of life, Lambren, was actually locked away for good reason. I have not decided for sure if I'll go the same route with this story as the other one in this au, so for now, it can remain undecided.

This version has the added advantage of god Lamb holding little mortal Narinder in their palm and listening to his complaints or rambling to him about various things.

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Perhaps. Perhaps not. Perhaps Lambren accidentally did something else. Heheheh...

Oh man! It's backstory time!! The story of Lambren and the previous god of life.

Heavily based off of Superstar by CrownTheEmpire and duuudes as good as it is with headphones, it cannot compare to hearing it live in concert like I was able to recently. Every artist in The Deathless Tour was incredible but I digress.

Behold!

Once upon a time, a long long time ago. The god of life found herself without a mortal vessel through which to impart her teachings. Disciples of her faith moved from village to village in hopes to find someone compatible enough to potentially become the next vessel of the god of life.

Enter one young Lambren, just a child, whose family was poor but not so poor that they did not have a home and small but not so small that Lambren was an only child.

Lambren's compatibility with the magic that Prev wielded was astounding, far surpassing that which her last vessel was capable of.

So, disciples of the god of life promised Lambren's family a comfortable life if only they could take this one little lamb.

"Your child is destined for the highest of honors," they said and Lambren's family let the disciples spirit Lambren away to the main temple for the god of life.

It was not even a year of teaching when they bestowed the crown upon Lambren's little brow. Lambren surpassed all expectations. They were a natural in all ways of the magic of life.

Now, one thing to know about the main temple of the god of life. It was situated at the center of a large city where many people lived. This meant while many people worked and slept and lived their lives diligent and busy, just as many danced and lazed about or stole from others to keep themselves fed.

Lambren grew up in the lap of luxury in a city of chaos and transition and they thrived on it.

But Prev disapproved of all things chaotic. Lambren tried to follow how Prev laid out their duties but life magic craves chaos and as such, the sheep was drawn back into the chaos of the city again and again.

It seemed like it was just another night where Prev caught them coming back late from the city and would spend hours scolding Lambren.

But this time was different. For you see, it had dawned upon Prev at the last ritual of spring renewal, that Lambren had become stronger...Their powers surpassing Prev's own.

She feared for the day that Lambren would realize it. That was something she could not plan for. It was an unknown.

In all of her rather finite wisdom she made a plan to be rid of Lambren.

So, on this night, she listed out every way that Lambren was unworthy as her vessel. Then she took back the crown and teleported Lambren to the outer wilds, a land where raiders and cannibals and monsters of old roamed free.

Prev wanted Lambren dead, but did not wish to let the other gods see her as someone petty or vengeful. She had crafted an image of a kind and benevolent god after all.

But Lambren refused to die. They fought tooth and nail to scrape up any remnants of Life's magic. They were born with a great aptitude, surely there had to be a way outside of the crown to use it.

They knew what the magic felt like. They'd been living and breathing these spells for most of their childhood. It was only a matter of time before they figured out how to tap into their connection with it.

With magic back in hand, hard earned and fought for, Lambren forged connections and power through a following of their own. They found, that like a god, one could draw power from devotion if they knew what that felt like and were no longer entirely mortal.

They burned with rage towards the god who so callously threw them aside, who stole everything from them as a small child, shaped them into this perfect follower and vessel, then took everything away because they were not exactly like her. Because they had ideas.

The temple was all they had ever known, vesselhood all they'd ever been taught. Then Prev didn't even have the mercy to end them right then and there.

She left them alive and Lambren became determined to make that her problem.

It took time, as all great revenge plots do. But finally, the day came where Lambren walked back through the doors of the main temple of the god of life.

Rivers of blood flowed in the temple of life as they never had before. Lambren slaughtered their way to Prev's door. What few guards the temple employed were pitifully lacking and the followers were killed just to gain her attention.

She would see them coming and she would know her mistakes.

Prev would know fear.

I would like to take this moment to inform you, Lambren never wanted Prev's place. In fact, they did not really expect to survive their encounter with the god of life, but rot festered beneath the skin and though Lambren could not see it, Prev's power was slowly slipping away.

The more it slipped away, the more frantically she tried to control things. The more she tried to strictly control the magic of life, the more her power slipped away. But even then, she had not lost much power.

Lambren found theirself standing victorious over Prev's dying form. An outcome that could have been so easily avoided. If Prev had retired Lambren and taken them in as her trusted guard, the lamb would have remained complacent and content. If Prev had simply killed Lambren, they would not be standing over her now.

So many choices that would have led to a future where Prev would remain alive and she chose the one that is her downfall.

Such is the folly of those who react badly to those with a proficiency better than their own.

This is definitely not a kids story but I can absolutely see Lambren telling this to the children of the cult.

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Not completely happy with this one, but it’s driving me crazy so im posting it 👍

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So yk how almost every bishop asks you to bow to them or else they make the entire crusade fight rooms?

And normally we don’t bow to any of them cuz fuck em'?

During my gameplay, the only one I bowed to was Shamura.

I have this headcannon that Shamura is the only one Lamb can sorta respect, not because of their actions or anything, just because Lamb recognizes their wisdom; its not a bow of submission, just respect. They both know it's too late now, the other bishops are gone, the old faith is as good as dead.

Shamura just says "i tought my brother had better taste" because they tought Narinder would have known better than to chose a vessel that was so bent on survival and revenge as the Lamb was, not because they are dissapointed that the Lamb submited.

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leshycat leshycat leshycat leshycat leshycat

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I'll draw their baby soon (if I'm not too lazy)

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Still alive! Exams and holidays didn't give me a chance to get to my graphics tablet. But now I'm here :)

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I was a bit scared to post this but I’ve had this done for quite some time. The new comic I’m working on currently is kicking my ass because I can’t write dialogue 💀 and I feel bad for not posting a lot of art so imma show this off and hopefully I’ll have the new comic done soon. This is my selectively mute lamb au

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my ultimate narilamb song

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small peek at a WIP i’m working on, but i wanted to talk about my Lamb’s horns and what they symbolize…

So my Lamb is originally a ewe if it wasn’t already obvious by some of my other posts. (She/they prns up until godhood in which it’s only they/them). Upon meeting Narinder again after slaying Leshy for the first time, he can tell she’s desperate to ask a favor of him. It’s an odd request really, but in sheep culture, longer curlier horns were associated with strength and longevity. So she asks for ram horns to be grown as a reflection of her power, and asking him since she doesn’t have full control over the red crown yet.

So for each bishop killed, the horns grow, and grow, curlier and more full until they are faced with dethroning their most beloved god. Battle ensues yada-yada, but at the end of it all, they notice two small bumps on their forehead beneath their wool that are similar to that of a baby lamb’s.

A final gift, he thinks, though never telling. A silent offering of respect. They have grown far stronger than he had foreseen. And for that, they are granted a small set of horns.

The Lamb, an Ewe and Ram

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Landed on my new Lamb design for my COTL AU !!

She/her - Pre vessel

She/They - Vessel

They/Them - Godhood

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Clauneck doesn’t often offer ‘advice’ per say, yet the tarot cards sometimes reveal truths about The Lamb’s suspicions