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hershelchocolateart · 28 days
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trapezequeen · 4 months
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Endless KC Cooper (Part 4/♾️)
“Excuse me, does someone know the heimlich, because I believe Mikal is choking.”
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oc-poll-times · 1 year
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Wally Rosette: A sweet kid that was accepted to an elite Villain's training grounds just to get him away from his parents. Does excellent in his studies despite the subject matter and tries his best to be kind to everyone he sees
Mikal: The main antagonist, became a ghost without ever dying through sheer hubris and now steals the energy and life from other ghosts just to maintain his failing form
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eldritchsnap · 1 year
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Not dsaf but random drawings from my most recent ai dungeon frolick with friends
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ghoulsbeard · 9 months
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13? :)
13) Name one thing their parents taught them
thank you ! great q.. :’)
both of the gra-ugrush parents are very handy people… dru is a blacksmith in a long family tradition and coralerion was trained by a jeweler (though he prefers making toys… ) all their kids grew up knowing their way around tools and tinkering, some more than others... for example gal can shoe a horse which often tends to surprise people.. since he can come off like he’d be adrift in the world beyond his wizard lab
one thing mikal’s parents taught her is to always lend a hand if she’s able… some of the red jennies have different approaches, but she’s always used her membership in their ranks as a means to get her neighbors what they need... her aunt taught her glassblowing and got her interested in old dwarva poetic epics
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skye-high-multiverse · 6 months
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"It's nice to meet you. Mikal was it? You're name I mean."
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"Yes that's my name. And to who do I owe the honor of meeting?" he asks lookign down at the violet haired girl.
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smol-feralgremlin · 1 year
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Mikalian Fisherman's Witchcraft
To those Mikalian readers who felt the reflexive urge to resort to violence upon seeing this title, I apologize. Especially those three who were quick to correct me on my ignorance none too gently when I first wrote my notes. I have only titled this entry in this way because titling it otherwise would confuse most other readers.
Now, let me clear things up for my other readers. This practice is not witchcraft. In fact, calling it so invites contempt at the very least from any Mikalian in hearing range, as they find it offensive and derogatory to refer to their ancient practice as such. It is a mixture of ancient island medicine and prayer.
This practice is intended to keep a sailor from becoming a shonsi, which is a wandering vengeful sea ghost. As I understand it, this is a fate every Mikalian sailor fears. I was not given a lot of information about it beyond this, as my three Mikalian friends were pretty spooked about the subject. I imagine something that spooks even them is something I don't actually wish to know as even my professional curiosity wanes in the face of that.
Now, because of this fear, I'm told every Mikalian ship is equipped with the necessary materials needed. I could not get the exact names of materials outside of general names and terms. A consequence of their particular profession, I'm sure. Either way, onto the actual practice itself.
Firstly the afflicted sailor is wrapped in a sailors shroud. This consists of sail cloth and netting, most often fishnet but I'm told a quick substitute of any available rope is not uncommon. It is common to add trace amounts of sea salt among the cloth, but not usually necessary. I haven't been able to
As the afflicted is wrapped, a low tent is erected. Again, sail cloth is preferred for this, but any heavy material will suffice. Inside, a fire is sparked and laid with a sacred sea grass. Thick smoke fills the tent before it starts filtering out through the edges and seams of the makeshift tent. The wrapped sailor is brought it once the smoke has cleared some to allow for easy breathing for the occupants.
Once inside "life hooks" are painted onto the wrists and throat of the afflicted with an ointment made of a mixture of sea grass ash and fish oil. These life hooks are meant to keep the soul of the afflicted hooked to their physical body. These will be redone as often as deemed necessary. Along with this, saltwater is painted on the face close to the nose so that the afflicted can smell it.
Inside the tent with the afflicted there is always at least one person. This watcher is always the closest to the afflicted, and a family member they are in good standing with is usually best. The watchers job is to not simply watch, but to make prayers to the deities of the sea and wind. I was not told the subject of these prayers, rather I was threatened if I didn't drop the line of questioning I'd have to consider if I'd look as fine with missing teeth. Along with making these prayers a rattle made with shells and twined sea grass is often shaken to keep the afflicted present in the moment so they aren't wandering to planes unknown where they could get lost.
This goes on for as long until the afflicted recovers from what brought them down to being needing the intervention of traditional practices, or the afflicted dies.
Should they live, it's a scrub down in a bath of saltwater and a hearty meal, or three in the case of my Mikalian friend with her near insatiable appetite, and a good uninterrupted sleep.
Should it be death, the sailor is brought to the sea as quickly as possible for their last rites. If everything happened inland, the deceased face will be kept covered with cloths that have been soaked in saltwater so that the soul does not know they are not yet at sea until they can be brought to the sea for the last rites.
I was not allowed to know what these last rites entail. Again, I was threatened if I kept up with the line of questioning.
I think the fact I'm still alive and healthy considering the company I find myself surrounded by is a great achievement.
Gallus Oldegreene
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hunterbahamut · 2 years
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Some more art done for the DnD campaign I’m running. This is Mikal.  He ha been a reoccurring NPC the party has run into a few times during the story, and has a connection to the gargoyle Beryl. However, due to recent events, he would try and save Beryl, and as a result of that, he was changed into a Shadow Dancer, and now has  his life linked to Beryl as well.
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kinglotusart · 1 year
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My OTP, I just love them okay? Logan x Mikal
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thecrenellations · 1 month
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listen to the end for possibly the best moment of the Pawn in Frankincense audiobook :)
Oh, Christ.
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hershelchocolateart · 5 months
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DON'T BE SO TERRIFIED
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glider168 · 2 months
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Thankyou, Tau Malachi!
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akarolajna · 8 months
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oc-poll-times · 1 year
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Mikal: The main antagonist. Became a ghost without ever dying through sheer hubris and now steals the energy and life from other ghosts just to maintain his failing form. Is fully prepared to do whatever it takes to stay in one piece, even if it hurts everyone involved except for him. Incredibly manipulative, and one of the only ghosts to ever possess more than one being at once.
Cordelia: A Deaf witch that resides within the Hearts Kingdom. A kind, but anxious soul who somehow ended up dating a traveling gambler and entertainer. Gets flustered easily, and often doesn't understand how she ended up getting a girlfriend when she is the way she is (Too Embarrassed To Hold Hands), but she will fight to the death for anyone close to her.
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42frankee · 11 months
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Mikal & RIOT Present Tech Noir - Pitchwheel by Drum&BassArena https://ift.tt/wo0yqUh
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ghoulsbeard · 2 years
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Welcome to DADWC! Perhaps "Declaration" for any person(s) of your choice (but I'm thinking Dorian?)
thank you blue!!! :o) !! happy friday!
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Thus far Dorian had kept his counsel to himself; endured the usual parade of corpses bearing swords, spewy wyverns, protective wards with opinions of their own-- but not a flooded fort, not with a rift in the water. Let Blackwall handle those; he seemed to enjoy being bashed on the head by demons.
“You won’t melt,” said the Iron Bull, mercilessly.
“The fen was worse,” said Mikal, frowning.
“My dear Inquisitor,” said Dorian. “I am not setting foot in this miserable, demon-infested heap of rubble until the river has gone down. It is tricky enough to cast spells in water without cooking us all to death, and now you’d like me to do it in a ruin? If you wanted to be buried alive, all you had to do was ask.”
“Bride save us. Dispense with the speeches,” said Vivienne. “We cannot cross the river until the bridge is mended. Shall we sit on our hands while demons swarm the Dirth?”
“Dorian,” Mikal began, warmly, “you could do me the honor of laying down a charm or so at the barracks gate--”
“As if I waded through miles of horrid fens only to desert you now!”
“That river isn’t going down anytime soon,” said the Iron Bull, with his eye to the flooded bank. “Short of some big spell.”
“No,” said Dorian and Vivienne together. He grunted in assent.
“Can we lure them out?” Mikal wondered. “Can I seal the rift in secret? Dorian! Can I borrow your little ring?”
“That’s worse,” Dorian protested, but Vivienne had beaten him; stooped down, and taken the Inquisitor’s gloved hand in her own, said quietly,
“-- my dear, never alone-- not while we travel together.” -- and the Inquisitor’s eyes turned soft and sweet as music.
“All right, all right,” Dorian grumped, to no one in particular, “I suppose the ring isn’t half bad, as a gambit. Bull, we’re scheming.”
“Finally!”
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