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tabletop is so good and i am so funny with all of my games

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commission

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⏳ maybe i should send 14 of these separately ehe

For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory (or i will talk for them)

Send as many as you want I'm happy to chat about all my guys. Since you somewhat know about him already from previous discussions here's a little bit about Eileossayd/Ellie:

Before he descended into millennia long madness, Ellie used to be an avid student of his husband Rae of whom he admired. Rae had been a prolific writer and professor who published studies on the natural world and the workings of magic with it and his understanding of magical properties lead to Ellie showing up on his doorstep unannounced and demanding that Rae taught him. Rae, in all his astounding patience with this young man of a dragon barging in on his home, went 'you're a funny little man I like that' and brought him in as a student.

Ellie learned an astronomical amount under Rae, even if they had their differences Rae studied the natural workings of the world and Ellie worked entirely on hypotheticals and Rae's teachings and impact on him have left Ellie entirely unable to live with the grief over losing him. Which is why he's since started working on projects to revive Rae, who is sitting in the afterlife like PLEASE stop calling I'm happy to be dead and you're past your expiration date too, and despite Rae's unwillingness he's very close to a breakthrough he knows it.

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For every “⏳” I receive, my muse will openly talk about a bit of their backstory.

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i have nothing to really post here except for my 900 other posts about norgorber so please take the assortment 'everyone is exposed to norgorber/norgorber using a Mask' that occasionally happens on discord.

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Good morning know this man is out there. I have been staring at this updated art for months now and you will too.

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crimsontroupe asked:

woohoo can i have a cormirb for 100 "tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us."

From worn cobblestone dyed dull grey and black in shadowed mimicry of a city that lives and breathes with vibrancy does the first answer come; shadows move upwards crawling lazily along the speaker before they slither downwards and pool in place, coalescing eventually into the same ghostly attire that haunts the corners of ones vision. The second reply, comes thus: "You're feeling quite obstinate this evening." A joke of sorts, there is after all no time here in Duskfathom only a perpetual evening - a burgeoning twilight - where the sun hangs lows enough to kiss the ocean horizon; and the night sky hangs thousands of twinkling stolen stars and glittering falsehoods.

There is no time where Duskfathom changes without the will of its owner, without the will of the man who patched it together through memories and old desires left buried and burned. The worn road of cobblestone and the towering lighthouse overlooking the perpetual horizon scene too stand as testament to unchanging desire. Shadowed form gains mass and color, proper form given to the formless as it wills it. The man pulls his hood back and a cascade of bright red hair spills from it when the guise is chosen; the ever easy going smile stays painted on his face, and the bright green of his eyes barely shows through the smile that seems natural for how practiced it is.

"But what is faith without the obstinate few, if every follower of mine behaved without a hint of disobedience I would be no better than my ascended siblings-" The man spits the word with contempt the way one may suddenly do so to foul food. With that Mirabelle looks at the standing lighthouse with a look indescribable, as the smile falls slowly from his mouth but never his eyes. "And you have chosen an ideal spot for a talk between us both, none but you and I quite favor this place." At a brisk pace set the mac begins his ascent up the paved hill road, looking over his shoulder only to call back a soft, but demanding, 'Come along now, if you make me wait then I will abandon you where you stand.'

He counts the steps as he ascends the outer staircase. The number has never changed but every time just as he did in life he counts, one, two, three, four and he always skips the last two steps in a single bound. Living things are creatures of habit and despite all his divinity, he too lives and breathes and some days his past life indeed pulls the strings. Mirabelle leans against the same place he has for millennia, where the paint has started to give way to years of gentle friction; the only imprint of what once lived and what lives now. A warm sea breeze drifts inland, just one more piece of divine, theatrical set dressing. The man closes his eyes all the same as it flows by. "Ruin is such a strong word." He keeps his words light and playful; a little bit cheeky. "It's not what I would have chosen but even your word choices are deliberate Cornelius, I recognize the barbs hidden in them."

Still he does not apologize. More so, he does not give the other the room to speak, not yet. "Ruin is almost dramatic but I understand. I do. Perhaps I have been overly mischievous with you so allow me a brief moment to assuage your concerns." Mirabelle reaches over and slides a delicate hand into the hood of his most beloved and treasured, knocks it back with but the flick of a finger and watches as it returns the face - the identity - of the one who swore his entire existence to the unknowable. "Are we not beyond a relationship that can be ruined, Cornelius? Have you not put your faith in the to the fire, your love for me to stand trial?" He speaks of the war for the crown and the throne, the fight between an innate desire to mitigate harm and the desire to own and be owned by the dark god that trapped him in an inescapable web. Mirabelle's fingers curl gently around Cornelius' cheek, hands warm and unblemished by tireless work. "How could you not have if you stand before me as my most powerful, most loved chosen. Together, we have moved to become something untouchable." With that the fingers leave, their warmth trailing and fading with the seconds.

"This, all of this, and the love we have crafted together cannot be ruined; I understand how you may think such but know those fears are mortal things. One day, you will recognize that you are as equally untouched by them as I." To an extent, he leaves out. To an extent you are as untouchable as the divine, but only so much as the divine cares to make you. It does not matter now, to reveal that truth. Not yet. Not when it does not have the weight it should in coin or power.

"But it does not mean it cannot be complicated. Word has reached my ears, Cornelius, of many things of great importance. There is a change on the horizon and I mean to seize the chances it will bring." His tone changes to a manic tinge, desire too powerful to ignore bleeds from his tongue. A thought, a dream, sparkles behind his eyes in a way that seems not entirely his own. "And while I have done a great many things that would earn me no trust, I must ask you Cornelius to once again place utmost faith in me and the future we craft hand in hand. When the time comes you will have you answer, once you have earned it with the hard work I must set you to do."

Mirabelle pushes himself off the railing and closes the short distance between them with barely a step, looming for a moment before leaning in. He holds Cornelius face with both hands in a tender grip, but one that threatens against the thought of breaking away. He steals a kiss, another, batters and bruises the man with affection as he has done for a lifetime. As he will do for many more. "Trust me." He says, pleads with a smile that speaks more truths than will ever slip past the god of secrets mouth. "Trust me." He repeats again. "There is nothing to fear, to question, in me. In my goals." He allows no moment to think to get a word in. "Never once have I led you astray, never once have I abandoned you. I will repay your faith with my own. Always."

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commission

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curtain call changed so much we actually have norgorbers backstory, we have stat blocks, we have a whole guide on how to roleplay him, there was a redacted norgorber dating system, we got to see what he looked like in life, we actually know what duskfathom looks like and we know how it runs/how he runs it and we have a guide to the society.

there is SO much that frankly redoing a page that i had made because i went "haha we will never get any norgorber lore ever so i can make an oc as an identity/avatar or four of his to fill in the blanks" has me like oooooooo big task. big boy gm task even. anyways its great, im here to tell you to make a follower of norgorber, you wont regret it.

what level of "huge fan of a pathfinder god" are you on im on "bought the norgorber mini and the thieves guild set to make him a hangout spot"

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my horrible awful no good very bad man i have been going absolutely insane about him since i got my pdf and let me tell you sir (i am forcibly pulled off the stage because i have not stopped talking about him since the curtain call books came out)

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i can fix him.

exhibit A: (i unveil a big pile of nothing but it's me trying my best)

don't desecrate the memory of rae like that he wasn't nothing to ellie

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I'm thinking about this again. I'm thinking about how much he just hates that Dia isn't blue. I jus

no joke i think his dad would love him more if he was blue

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Commission by @hrchnr

look at my fucking GOAT

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so about todays session,

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his ass cheeks are just out. is this allowed

All of it is allowed because Beelzebub wants you to admire absolute physical perfection

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hello have u heard about our lord and savior mothm

oh god he's fucking dead

I WILL SPARE NO EXPENSE IN REVIVING HIM, OUR SAVIOR MUST LIVE

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Where is the essay. Where is the icon change. Bring back the king

I am being very normal about everything SMT and acting like I'm not been driven insane by SMTV: Vengeance.

So anyways here's my 200 page essay on