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sldlovescartoons · 3 months

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Okay, so looking at Explorers Guide to Wildmount and- well, there’s lots of things, but most prominent in my mind right now.

One: “he is strangely excited for the war with the empire” That just reads as seller’s regrets. He wants those beacons back. He’s spent every waking moment since he handed them over trying to cover up who has them and where they are, while also convincingly doing his job. He likely went from ‘mostly magical research with a side of Spy Shit’ to ‘Spy Shit most of the time because we have to locate those beacons, Shadowhand!’ And he’s pretty sure the Assembly is either lying to him about their research or just isn’t doing as well as he hoped. Mans wanted those beacons back. Strangely eager headass-

Two: okay. So. When it says “a generation” are we talking an elf generation or a human one? Because if it’s an elf generation, then that’s just neat, and explains why the Dynasty has sort of revealed its power in the last century- because Lens. But if it’s a human generation, then there’s a slightly terrible and funny chance that Essek might have invented the Kyrn Scourgers and that might have been how he got his job. If he was offered consecution to turn down, he’d of had to have done something to prove himself exceptional. It could have been spell work, but to become the Shadowhand to the highest authority in the land you’d think it’d have to be something really impressive. Like creating a program for volunteers from their existing spy force to specially train them to be super border piercing spies and infiltrators. Probably originally to try and access more magic. It would also explain how The Assembly got in contact with him and why he stole the amount he did and who seemed to have them. They clearly only needed 1, or they wouldn’t have been willing to give the one they stole back after finding another themselves. So why have 2 stolen? Because Trent insisted, of course. A Scourger intercepts a Lens Agent, tortures a fuck ton of information out of them. Including about their Leader, their Spymaster, Shadowhand Essek Thelyss. Trent gives him this information, in exchange for a promise of a beacon if they gain access and help with contacting the Shadowhand in the first place. So Ludinus asks for two. One for him that’s he’d bring in another assembly member to help with, and one for Trent. This is now my headcannon.

#critical role #cr2 #the mighty nein #essek thelyss

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plumadot · 1 month

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gonna chime in and say that cleo could very well be the Hollow One race add-on from the Explorer's Guide to Wildmount! -dunno if you watch Critical Role, but one of the character's of their current campaign is one of these.

mechanically speaking, it means your body stays in the state it was when you died and you dont age, it let's you still be any race that you were before death, but you register as undead for any spells that identify or affect them; it also makes you be able to cause fear to those around you causing disadvantage on saves and it makes it easier for you to come back from being unconsious (you get 1 HP if you roll 16 or higher on death saves)

but i feel like narratively all of those work amazing for cleo: her presence makes other nervous making them fuck up plenty of times, and she's HARD to put down during a fight. and it also lets you say that she could be any other race before death and keep all the implications of that.

anyways. yeah. sorry i got the dnd brand of autism and seeing people suggest stuff made it so i HAD to send my own suggestion :]

AHHHHH yes that's right that's right!!!! laudna my beloved <3

i think the unsettling presence is so fun gfjdghfkdg i can totally see cleo popping off her arm or something to frighten their enemy hehe

yes yes it's just wonderful i love it :D i think they would've been just human before death... but idk maybe that makes it even better. they thought their life would be just ordinary... and now they're this

it's cool it's cool i love it thank you for your ask :D :D :D cleo's officially a hollow one i think wooooo

#ask #plume dnd au

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neinofthem · 1 year

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imo, i feel like we can enjoy soft essek without denying that he did evil things, and acknowledge that he had an upbringing that taught him to be shady(explorer's guide to wildmount says stuff like the dens are still backstab-y because of leftover lolth influences), while also knowing that absolutely doesn't absolve him. like, essek gets scared in battle, knits, and gets nervous when he speaks, and ALSO caused the deaths of thousands.

honestly yeah. like soft essek is really not to my taste but this is a good way to look at it and i respect that!

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tabletopbrainrot · 11 months

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My face when my phone has done nothing but ding in the Mighty Morphin Power Rangers jingle all day

Now then uhhhh... Weekly recap?

Sunday game:

Our replacement for our Owlin Monk has showed up, they're an Assassin Rogue/Drakewarden and they're suspicious as hell. My dragon hating Drow is already barely stomaching one dragon in the party, now we have Spooky Toothless and their pet noble.

Now why is this suspicious you ask? They're from the capital city, so far behind enemy lines that there is no reasonable explanation for how they got there... And hunting displacer beasts sure as hell ain't it.

Our Drow Monk got feebleminded and unfeebleminded in the span of like two sessions. She's basically a cat when at 1int

Our Witch( hag wizard) is so low on resources that it's not funny, I don't think we could squeeze a spell slot out of her if we tried.

Kobold Paladin is just chilling, also might be the key to reintroducing a lost magic used by the divine to create souls to the world.. where did souls come from before this? Great question couldn't tell you if you had a gun to my head

Me? Drow Fighter also just chilling nothing to say other than, tried to earn the trust of a Gloomstalker(Explorers Guide to Wildmount creature, not the really good ranger subclass) after one tried to once again kindnap the Owlin didn't go so well sadly..

(Dog)Centaur Ranger helping us navigate this mess of an underground labyrinth, can't really say anything bad is happening to him he's just rolling survival really.

When this session ended we had found an abandoned minecart station full of intricate clockwork, and at the far end there was a shadow dragon seemingly stuck in a time loop? Or causing one? It pings as Winter Fey, Dragon, and Undead to the ranger. The party wants me to do something given my alleged Winter Court affiliation. So yeah that'll be fun

Tuesday game:

Aka I swear hand on a holy book of your choice it's not Fate

No session this week so a recap of last, we basically hot dropped into the center of the Woad warrior tribe our Fighter is from, and things were hell chaos creatures being vomited out of multiple purple worms, and an impenetrable barrier keeping anyone from escaping.

Our Illithid friend remarked about how dangerous it was for the choir to be away from the capital city, and offered to get us into the central command worm in exchange for allowing them to evacuate the choir. We agree even though we know this will make our lives harder and get ported into the worm and lead into a kill chamber with a red dracolich under the control of a Illithid wizard with a Roman name I can't even remember off hand.

We spend time whittling away at the dragon in our various ways, including our Woad Fighter burning an ability to reroll key events allowing me to crit a shot from my Spelljammers main cannon (20d10+4d8 my DMs face was such a meme, literally slap it on a sticker I swear)

Unfortunately for us the keyword of Dracolich is infact lich so even after all that and our Hobgoblin Irish king with no serial numbers filed off with a dragon slaying sword beating on it, it still gets back up. However our Squidly friend goes full Senate on the wizard and stabs him in the back telling him Caesar sends his regards and breaks the Dracolich's phylactery. Session ends before we see this choir, we'll deal with this next time.

Lancer:

⚠️⚠️We're playing Stolen Crown I can't really spoiler tag so you've been warned⚠️⚠️

• We stop one Ragnarok themed Mecha Kaiju assault, only for two more to kick off, despite us being very dumb we did decide to not split the party and sadly could only directly help one clan that was under attack. Cue Eikþyrnir, which would have had so much advantage, and could have collapsed the caves we were in, except one two many things first of all being I don't care about your Razor Swarms DM I have a Tempest Charged Blade, two we have a Manticore, Three our Sherman is going to use the full reactor or else.

So our Manticore swapped places with Eikþyrnir, and I ran up and Structured it with one swing, triggered executioner and hit the Silverhoof with the back swing and Molten Wreath. Bless our Death's Head's heart, the lad is in constant suffering after getting Gallagher'd by Jörmungandr last session but did pop Eikþyrnir which basically let us take our time, also fuck hornets all my homies hate hornets.

The underground Kaiju fighter clan is saved temporary reward get!

• Cue mysterious radio broadcast, The guerilla insurgent that still thought they were fighting Seccom reaches out to negotiate, we agree to meet.

The DM improvises us a whole narrative clock check system trying to get this person to understand that times have changed and if the people of Sparr really wanted out of Union while it would take time the request would be honored. This whole scene mostly consisted of our single actual Union employee being fed information from the two mercenary Sparraboos known as Coyote and Vermin.

Despite Foundry's best efforts we pass and flipped Yennval's most radicalized guerilla.

• Which leads to us being warned about Huginn and Muninn and having backup in the form of an ace pilot, Yennval is redirecting power somewhere we have to stop this.. now if you've seen my last post... And I repeat who are you people? You'll know that I've been using a liberal interpretation of how [Total Strength Suite I] works, meaning I've been running, dashing, throwing a cover halfway through the second dash, then using [Xaioli's Ingenuity/Tenacity] for more movement by breaking the rock, triggering it again and hitting another target on the map to reset my counter to break the power poles while the most epic of ace combat dogfights is going on in the background.

Unfortunately we didn't stop Yennval from doing her thing, now like some unhinged 3D vtuber concert she's rising from her hidden bunker on the back of a spaceship shouting some unhinged shit..

I don't wanna kill this local god entity I'll be real, and I feel like that'll polarize the locals, but uhhh she's been off her gourd for over 500 years and something's gotta give.

Next session tomorrow the DM is hype and so are we, I think they've found this shit blog too from the meme so by all means expand anything you think I skimmed too much.

#dnd #5e #dnd 5e #lancer rpg #lancerttrpg #new teammates are scary #why are the Illithids so Roman #NHP are eldritch vtubers prove me wrong #I pray the rest of my groups do not find this blog #if you know me no you don't

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icouldbeherpocketbacon · 4 years

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THREE NEW SUBCLASSES BASED ON DUNAMANCY

#AHHHHHHH #explorers guide to wildmount #d&d #D&D Beyond #critical role #matthew mercer #oh my goodness i wish i cld get my hands on this guide #wizards of the coast #goodness matthew there is so much stuff in this book

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houndpitspub · 4 years

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KITTY

#explorers guide to wildmount #for anyone black listing it

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bloodofvalyriaarchive · 3 years

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maeve moonsong and her moonlit sword, forged in uthodurn ⚔️ by cryptideyez on twitter

#dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons character #critical role #wildemount #explorer's guide to wildmount #warlock #warlock of the undying #maeve moonsong #my bb #drow #cryptideyez

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ladyofrosefire · 4 years

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i'm fucking cackling over Essek "neutral evil" Thelyss being confronted with Jester Lavorre and just going "oh no. oh no. i can't disappoint her! it'd be like shutting a kitten out in the rain!"

#explorer's guide to wildmount #Essek Thelyss #Critical Role #CR spoilers #Jester Lavorre #D&D #CR S2 #text

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duskbat · 4 years

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Man the M9 really saw neutral evil essek and were like we are going to shower this man with love until he feels guilty for what he’s done and changes his ways.

#also essek has a younger brother??#i got explorers guide to wildmount the other day #essek thelyss #critical role #critical role spoilers

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hazelcephalopod · 4 years

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Alignment of the Empire [CR]

On the leaders of the Empire and where things stand in terms of alignment and what that might mean going forward.

Part 1? of “Would the Empire do the right thing?” maybe? Otherwise just some info.

EGTW spoilers-

So I just looked up the alignments of many major members of the Assembly, and its not Good (mostly).

Notes: AE- stands for Archmage; the bold ones are all evil.

Martinet Ludinus Da’leth- head of the assembly, AE- of Domestic Protection; old even for an elf. Lawful Evil

Trent Ikathon- head of the Volstrucker/scourger program, AE- of Civil Influence (propaganda); the one and only. Chaotic Evil.

Master Doolan Tversky- showed up in the Darrington Brigade oneshot, AE- of Dysology (odd stuff); Veth may have something of theirs. Chaotic Neutral.

Lord Athesius Uludan- basically unmet, AE- of Diplomatic Union; “a buffoon” -Yussa, isn’t well liked. Neutral Good.

Lady Vess DeRogna- remember Felderwin, AE- of Antiquity; allegedly [1] threatened Yeza and Luc. Neutral Evil.

Headmaster Oremid Hass- head of the CA school in Zadash, AE- of Cultivation; animal lover. Lawful Neutral.

[1] Yeza says at one point that she threatened Luc. C2e57 [1:43:27]

Now for other leaders-

King Bertrand Dwendal- Lawful Neutral. Isolationist, authoritarian, paranoid. He’s not truly awful, just also scared and obsessed with control and maintaining his family's power; dislikes religion and the gods. Is aware of the existence of the Scourgers, unknown if he is aware of some of the training methods employed.

By area-

Important notes- most cities have a Storosta and they are locally elected. Yay, limited democracy.

Alfield: Possibly lacking enough guards to protect the village, though it seems unlikely such large attacks are common. The Storosta was easily blackmailed.

Berleben: known criminal smuggling operation near town, very dangerous area. Important to note, is built in a swamp and half the town -at least- is flooded, no leadership met. Several shitty guards who hate their post there.

Trostenwald: Lawmaster Norda was the main official met, and while a bit biased was reasonable in the end. Though, she mostly just seemed like she wanted to go home and the members of the Cobalt Soul had to assist the MN in their trial -which to be fair was not normal legal proceedings in any way from the start of the case.

Hupperdook: Many guards, make most warmachines and probably many weapons. But the people still maintained a strong sense of culture and didn’t seem to have noticible issues with the guards. Strict but relatively reasonable warden. Did leave several children temporarily orphaned when their parents were imprisoned for illegal worship of the Changebringer.

Rexentruum-ruled by King Bertrand. Home of the Soltryce Academy and Cerberus Assembly. Home of one of the two leaders of the entire Cobalt Soul (a worldwide religious institution; Neutral organization).

Kamordah: home of wines and mud. Not much is known about the local officials. Beau did a lot of crimes there and if/when caught her dad got her released.

Zadash- had at least one corrupt official, who convicted a woman solely to prove a point that anyone can do crimes. The woman did not do the crime. That official is now dead and replaced by someone proclaims a desire for a better empire, which is probably true.

Other

Crownsguard: seems ok, but guards will be guards. Also kinda military which have civilian policing duties; and act as a secret police some of the time.

Genasi are pressured to join the Cerberus Assembly.

The empire is described as authoritarian, uses propaganda and various means of spying on its citizens. This includes tax payers coming at random times to search businesses and go through records before imposing taxes; also secret police.

#plz add any I missed #critical role #explorers guide to wildemount #explorers guide to wildmount spoilers #egtw spoilers #cr spoilers #critical role spoilers #behold the fruits of insomnia and neurodiversity

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alikandhoney · 4 years

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HEY YOU! YES YOU!

Do you like Verin Theyless, resident himbo NPC from the Explorers Guide to Wildemount? Do you wanna talk with fellow appreciators of our favorite taskhand? Then join our Verin Theyless appreciation discord! Link below

https://discord.gg/9qztuZ

Message me or @warpony for a link if this one expires

#critrole #critical role #verin thelyss #wildmount #egtw #explorers guide to wildemount #essek theyless #taskhand Verin

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yaegermiester · 4 years

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Trying my hand at writing during quarantine. Based of some Tal’Dorei setting lore.

Vimak Flintfinder slinked his way, along with twelve other goliath scouts, closer towards the black needle mountain of Gatshadow. Kevdak had sent the group to find the great drake’s lair and report on the viability of “reclaiming our wealth” as Kevdak had put it. The air had an acrid scent, strong enough to taste and it stuck on Vimak’s tongue like a thin layer of film. Scaling the mountain would be unwise with Shale in the party, her old bones may not take to it and it would expose them to the dragon’s caustic wrath. Instead, Vimak’s keen eyes led the group to a cavernous entrance at the mountains base. Thirteen Goliaths from the Herd of Storms walked into the blackness of Gatshadow that day, only one walked out.

Gadhand Mountaindrifter stood in place, frozen by fear as eleven other goliaths fell around him one by one. Shale had turned back after Vimak lost his leg to the dragon and his arm to some acid as to warn the clan. The beast was never seen, it crawled through the shadows like the mountain was made for it to hunt in. Black dragons are cruel by nature and the Hope Devourer had chosen Gadhand to feed off. Friends torn to pieces, brothers reduced to bone and acid, sisters bleeding out. Until there was silence. Nothing except Gadhand’s breath, getting louder and quicker until he realized his breath was not solitary in it’s rhythmic rasping. He looked up into the black one last time as he was met with the yellow irises of Westrun’s Despair.

Vaulo Rockeye lay on her back, wheezing quietly to herself and clutching the pair of claw marks that had left most of her abdomen on the other side of the cave. It had been about ninety minutes since Umbrasyl had massacred her scouting party. Vaulo wondered if Shale had made it out, maybe her mate would yet hear how she died bravely fighting the dragon. It was then that she started hearing the battle cries, matched by equally impassioned roars from a space above her resting place. She held her breath and listened as the beautiful sounds of combat raged above her. She hopes to hear the last sound that dragon makes before she drifts away

Taukan Bravelander had let go of this mortal plane what felt like hours ago. Though the spark had left his eyes, the burden of consciousness had not been lifted from his shoulders. His mind remained shackled, body chained in place by links of pure dark, gaze fixed to the cavernous ceiling of what was sure to be his new home. He had heard Umbrasyl fall and the victors war cry…it was quite familiar though he can’t quite place it. Above Taukan’s head, small droplets of pitch black blood begin to coagulate at the tips of the cavern’s stalactites. He watched a single drop fall, slower than gravity should allow, and drift its way down like a snowflake. It was gentle all the way until it made contact and the acidic blood tore through his flesh with a bubbling furry. The last thing Taukan felt was pain as everything that made him a Goliath began to be stripped from him.

Maulu Keenshot feels like a distant memory within herself, as present as she is allowed to be at any given time. The black chains make it hard to be present. Hard to be herself. Hard to be. It isn’t long until she stops trying. The chains tighten and begin to drag Maulu out. Out of herself. Out of her body. Out of the cave. Out of the mountain. Together, they begin to pick up speed, a self and the dark power that now controls it. She is dragged down, South, back to mountains though these are unfamiliar. One mountain stands out among the craggy bluffs . A pair of twin peaks rumble with fury, breathing fire and smoke into the sky to mingle with the storm clouds that surround the ashen gorge. She knows this place, the Dragon’s Throne, it feels powerful, it feels molten and Maulu knows she has to go there. There is something she needs.

Lororath Tribeguard feels the need too. He has seen the Ashen Gorge as well, dragged along all the way. The black shackles continue to pull him by the neck towards a cavern, hidden behind a magma flow on the eastern slope. It is massive, fit for another ancient drake from a time before his elemental madness. There are Lizardfolk here, Kobolds as well but they do not seem to pay him any mind as he passes through them. Lororath drifts through a massive stone and metal vault door, deeper into the mountain, past vaults of weaponry, jewelry, and coins of every mint from this age to the first age. Another vault door is breached, and a third until the tunnels turn mazelike and hominoid in size. These corridors were rapidly traveled until a final door, bigger, stronger and protruding out of pitch black obsidian geode larger than any home in Westrun. Within the deepest of Thordak’s defenses was a small room, with an altar. Upon this altar sat a gemstone the size of Lororath’s head and blacker than the obsidian room and pitch chains combined. The new voice in his head named it thus, The Ruby of Oblivion, Lororath’s new goal and the only way to break his chains. Their Chains.

Shale stood over the pile of half sundered, half melted bodies of that fated scouting party. She had hopped after the chaos had calmed down any survivors might have been roused, but the dragon’s blood had seen to it that anyone that survived the initial assault did not make it far. “The Hope Devourers last meal” Shale sighed to herself. This was quite a loss, all three of the Keenshot kids and Gadhand had just become a warrior. ”At least they died a warrior’s death.” She thought to herself. For a second, Shale almost whishes she’d joined them.

Vovek Rivervigor opened his eyes again. After seeing the Ruby, he had blacked out just to be thrust back into that world of bubbling pain he now thanked the chains for dragging him out of. He opened his eyes and once again gazed upon a pile of bodies, and yet something was different, there were no goliaths in this cave. There was only eleven other masses of black scale and white bone that were slowly shifting awake and stumbling to their feet. It wasn’t long before the screaming started as they all were forced to come to grips with their new reality. Most Dragonborn were blessed with a lineage, for these unfortunate twelve, they were reborn of the magical essence and boiling rage in the dragon’s blood. No hunger, no fear, no emotion, just an unsatisfiable need to posses that Ruby. Vovek felt that need. He felt it grow as they gathered themselves, and it continued to grow until the screams started anew.

Nalath Keenshot screamed with a rage unknow to her in life or undeath. The party, her party, the party of dragonborn. But they weren’t always dragonborn, the were Gol… Goliaths. She screams again and black skeletal wing flare from her back. Goliaths. She screams. They were Goliaths. She screams. Goliath. Scream. Strongjaw. Red fury. Shouting his name. More screams, this time not hers. It’s everyone now, the raging remnants of an ancient dragons dying fury at his killer proved so powerful not even the will of a Betrayer could move this new clan, try as it might. Nalath screamed into the night air, taking the time to truly feel the only emotion any of them would ever experience again.

Ilapeo Mountainmaker woke from her clan’s collective rage to a clearing of destruction. She tasted something acidic on her tongue, the area just beyond the mountain was once a bramble of blackened trees and rotted vegetation, but now it looked as if the Hope Devourer himself had went to war with this patch of trees. This power she felt was not her own, nor was it singular. Draconic, sure, that much was obvious but there was something deeper and blacker that pulled her will. Ilapeo felt the longing again and her companions seemed to feel it too. They gathered themselves out of the haze of rage and silently fell into line and began the long walk to the Ashen Gorge, leaving caustic ruin in their wake.

Naramahg Keenshot had never felt more powerful and alive than in undeath. Having had to walk for months there had been plenty of opportunities to “spread his wings” so to say on any number of beast or people that go to close. Before he had been formidable with an axe, now he could remove someone from existence with the wave of his hand. Most had run from them as they walked, and flew their way south but some stood in the way of the march and were punished for it. The Tinyfoot clan of Kobolds were such a group. They called the mountain sacred ground and declared its treasures belonged to them. It was snowing then. It always seemed to rain when Naramahg began to rage, began to hate, began the slaughter. Twelve streams of acidic breath blanketed the kobold war troupe and the screams began again as twelve pairs of skeletal wings unfurled. Lightning and fire, acid and death, all lessons the Tinyfoots would learn that day.

Augvith Rainaid’s eyes went white as the heavy earthen fist clocked his exposed bone jaw. His clan had torn their way up the Dragon’s Throne, Lizardfolk and Kobold alike fleeing from their undying march towards the mountain. They melted their way to the treasure vaults, though the fortune of magic, coin, and jewels served little purpose other than components in their quest. The maze had proven more difficult to navigate without the black chains to guide them. And much to Augvith’s current predicament, they had not expected the legions of crystalline and earthen elementals that would stand in their path. Taukan had already been overwhelmed by the crystalline bodies and he had run out of magic a while back in this fight. With his feet stuck in the earth and another wave on the way, Augvith readied some chain lightning, thought of Strongjaw, and screamed.

Novia Truedream looked across the Ashen Gorge from her perch at the cavern’s entrance. The nine of them that remained now fought a battle on two sides, as the failure to truly drive the Tinyfoots to extinction let the Kobolds recover enough to ally with the lizard folk against her clan. It had taken them years to rally but the inability to make any meaningful progress further down meant the clan may be hear for years longer. She was now had tasked with defending their position within the vault as most of her clan fought back the endless waves of elemental earth. So close to their prize, the yearning for the Ruby made her want to feel the dragons rage, stuck out hear as she was, but it was important to keep her mind calm and clear. Novia looked across to the twin peak of the throne, now black as night despite the surrounding white caps. These two peaks, somehow, are always dusted with a layer of Black Snow.

#critical role #crit role #cr1 spoilers #fanfic #this is based of a paragraph about a faction at the ashen gorge (thordak's first lair on the continent) in the Tal'dori campain setting #because i cant afford the explorers guide to wildmount #would love any feedback #or other obscure lore you'd be interested in some expanding on

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