the lamball cult are a group that warship the great lamby the god of society. lamby also has been refered to the lord of tricks and trade. people of this cult are often a choatic person who reject society or people who are seen as crazed maniac with none in between the to end. cultist of this god are unlike other cult very civil and willing to debate with foe instead of going to combat with there end goal to bring their lord back into power. many fear them since the cultist know some trick and even some of the greatest adventurer refuse to handle the cultist. but not that some leave the cult and many cultist see this an act of a traitor before they leave the cult they have there robe sown on them to make sure that all know that the traitor refused a perfect society.
also quick mention. the cultist robe are made out only the nicest of wool so it is not that bad of a punishment. and this did not mean to come from cult of the lamb only well working on the game did i notice it seemed like it to the idea of cult of the lamb
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a simple dm with a lot of lore and homebrew to be made and a cultist of lambalI. prefer any pronouns bwt.
the lamball cult are a group that warship the great lamby the god of society. lamby also has been refered to the lord of tricks and trade. people of this cult are often a choatic person who reject society or people who are seen as crazed maniac with none in between the to end. cultist of this god are unlike other cult very civil and willing to debate with foe instead of going to combat with there end goal to bring their lord back into power. many fear them since the cultist know some trick and even some of the greatest adventurer refuse to handle the cultist. but not that some leave the cult and many cultist see this an act of a traitor before they leave the cult they have there robe sown on them to make sure that all know that the traitor refused a perfect society.
also quick mention. the cultist robe are made out only the nicest of wool so it is not that bad of a punishment. and this did not mean to come from cult of the lamb only well working on the game did i notice it seemed like it to the idea of cult of the lamb
Huh. Intriguing.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
Skavians are hardy. They have learned to survive from the bare minimum of resources. Forgotten and unknown, their groups in the windy, lonely deserts forge onward through the sand swirling around them and the hardships brought upon them. They know of the unnaturalness and unholiness of something around them, but don't investigate because of fear. They believe they are a cursed people, trapped in the confines of the desert. Their culture is based around appeasing the darkness that they feel. They believe that someday, if it becomes finally happy, it will remove their curse and they will be free.
They believe the wind is the Messenger of Shadow, carrying the Evil One's messages to them. The elders of the group decipher the shape of the dunes into messages and meanings, of what the Evil One is craving and what they wish for the Skavians to do. Mostly, they sacrifice precious meat on huge flaming pyres or sit in circles for days on end, watching water evaporate. Twice a year, or during an eclipse, they will carve a slate of quartz into a perfect sphere and bury it under the largest dune, then pour a week's worth of water onto the dune.
In art, they usually interpret the Evil One as a flaming sphere, but instead of producing heat and light, it sucks up heat and light and devours it. They draw these as glyphs in the sand and huge symbols in cliffsides. The Evil One is also often divided into three parts; Heart, Soul, and Core.
To avoid being transformed or corrupted by the Mirrorverse's horrid effects(and the part of the god's soul), they have found that washing themself in water tainted by scorpion blood cleanses them. The tides of the darkness ebb and flow constantly, so they wander the desert constantly to avoid being trapped in the shadow and devoured by its form.
They have nicknamed the creatures that have sprung from their thoughts of fear Stalkers. They have many forms, but they always have a few distinct features. Fierce, critical eyes that imply that the target must have done something wrong, a shadowy figure that can't quite be identified, and a daunting aroura of anxiety.
When a Skavian dies, they are buried under the largest dune while all of the Skavians across the entire desert sit in a perfect circle in complete silence for three days.
Ooh, I love the description! I can picture them and their lifestyle really well. So, would one objectively say the Skavians (or Stalkers) are evil? Are they violent or tyranical in any way that would make it so if they came upon a settlement in the desert, or a traveler, would they have reason to kill or harm them? I am asking cause I was wondering their relations with other creatures (which is probably how I should have started stating the question).
Oh, a little context. In this world, creatures are created from emotions, so that's how the Stalkers were born.
They are 100% not evil. To put it frankly, they are in a bad place. And they believe they can never leave. They are hidden by a huge wall of fog, so other creatures don't really know they exist. They aren't one race(species, whatever) collectively; instead, their built up of almost every race from across the realms. When they find another traveler(which has happened only once because its my character's backstory), they treat them as a blessing from the gods.
Ahh I see, makes sense. I was curious what an encounter with a Skavian would be like. Now I know ;) I like it!
I have been offline for a while, busy with life stuffs lol
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Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.
Skavians are hardy. They have learned to survive from the bare minimum of resources. Forgotten and unknown, their groups in the windy, lonely deserts forge onward through the sand swirling around them and the hardships brought upon them. They know of the unnaturalness and unholiness of something around them, but don't investigate because of fear. They believe they are a cursed people, trapped in the confines of the desert. Their culture is based around appeasing the darkness that they feel. They believe that someday, if it becomes finally happy, it will remove their curse and they will be free.
They believe the wind is the Messenger of Shadow, carrying the Evil One's messages to them. The elders of the group decipher the shape of the dunes into messages and meanings, of what the Evil One is craving and what they wish for the Skavians to do. Mostly, they sacrifice precious meat on huge flaming pyres or sit in circles for days on end, watching water evaporate. Twice a year, or during an eclipse, they will carve a slate of quartz into a perfect sphere and bury it under the largest dune, then pour a week's worth of water onto the dune.
In art, they usually interpret the Evil One as a flaming sphere, but instead of producing heat and light, it sucks up heat and light and devours it. They draw these as glyphs in the sand and huge symbols in cliffsides. The Evil One is also often divided into three parts; Heart, Soul, and Core.
To avoid being transformed or corrupted by the Mirrorverse's horrid effects(and the part of the god's soul), they have found that washing themself in water tainted by scorpion blood cleanses them. The tides of the darkness ebb and flow constantly, so they wander the desert constantly to avoid being trapped in the shadow and devoured by its form.
They have nicknamed the creatures that have sprung from their thoughts of fear Stalkers. They have many forms, but they always have a few distinct features. Fierce, critical eyes that imply that the target must have done something wrong, a shadowy figure that can't quite be identified, and a daunting aroura of anxiety.
When a Skavian dies, they are buried under the largest dune while all of the Skavians across the entire desert sit in a perfect circle in complete silence for three days.
Ooh, I love the description! I can picture them and their lifestyle really well. So, would one objectively say the Skavians (or Stalkers) are evil? Are they violent or tyranical in any way that would make it so if they came upon a settlement in the desert, or a traveler, would they have reason to kill or harm them? I am asking cause I was wondering their relations with other creatures (which is probably how I should have started stating the question).
Oh, a little context. In this world, creatures are created from emotions, so that's how the Stalkers were born.
They are 100% not evil. To put it frankly, they are in a bad place. And they believe they can never leave. They are hidden by a huge wall of fog, so other creatures don't really know they exist. They aren't one race(species, whatever) collectively; instead, their built up of almost every race from across the realms. When they find another traveler(which has happened only once because its my character's backstory), they treat them as a blessing from the gods.
Ahh I see, makes sense. I was curious what an encounter with a Skavian would be like. Now I know ;) I like it!
I have been offline for a while, busy with life stuffs lol
No problem. IRL stuff is much more important that fantasy worlds.
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A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
We begin with the wizard Gabriel Nightwatch descending into madness after years of lonely nights in the Shadowfell. He attempted to create an overpowered watchdog to replace himself. After decades of failure, he realized that dogs are simply lazy. He then expanded his mad research to include all pets except cats, as the last vestige of his sanity screamed, “NOT CATS. "
Over time, he discovered he could utilize cats better than he had previously attempted. Eventually, he achieved his first success with a tawny tabby female named BANANA. Following this, Gabriel renamed her Hettie, and his heart gave out, for he had lost all purpose.
Year -116:
While Hettie wandered the bleak landscapes, she met a young gold shadow dragon. He asked her, expecting no answer, “Little cat, are you lost?” he laughed. Which stopped when she said back to him, “No, I’m looking for company.” Then he said
“Look no further, for I shall keep you company.”
At this point, Hettie was about the size of a human.
While they walked, he said, “What are you?”
She responded, “I first remember waking up in a tower, on a dead human. After realizing that there was no way out but a window, I jumped out the window, landing on my paws. I then walked a short distance and found you.”
After a while, he said, “By my guess, you're a cat from the Material plane that got experimented on by the mad wizard.”
She responded, “I would like to see this Material plane.”
He then said,” I could take you in a couple of decades, and we could train during that time.”
Then she asked, “What is your name? Mine's Hettie. " He responded, “Farge.”
Later in his lair,
“Let us fight but not kill each other,” Hettie said after they had rested.
“Ok.”
After they exchange a flurry of blows. While they circled, Farge said, “You're a lot more resilient than I thought you’d be. I’m having great trouble striking you.”
Year 0:
The pair encountered an ancient red shadow dragon. He scoffed at Hettie and said to Farge, “You should get a better playmate.” To which Hettie replied, “Maybe you fight us to find out if I can fight'
red 'nhaa, that would be a waste of time.”
He turned his back on the two friends and started to stride away. Hettie, seeing this, unleashed her claws, lopping the last three feet of his tail. The dragon roars in agony, whipping around, he unleashed a flurry of devastating blows.
Farge flew to help, but he didn’t need to; she floored him with one blow. Then, she said, “Run or you’ll need healing,” and he scrambled away. This would be a good time to mention that Hettie is now huge and Farge is an adult. It’s now been almost 116 years in the Shadowfel.
Later, Hettie asked Farge, “How did you plan to get us out of the Shadowfel?”
“I was going to cast gate to open a portal,” he responded.
“Wait, gate? I think I can cast that spell.“
Farge gaped at her. "Wait, what, how?" He questioned her.
”I’m a weird cat, remember?”
“Well, cast the spell, then?” he said, but she didn’t get a chance. The red dragon from before, with his tail still bleeding, and nine friends walked into the lair and rasped,” Well, look who is still play-fighting.” At this point, the two groups started to fight.
The fight went badly, with Farge taking out the white but then sustaining a serious head injury. The tide turned when Hettie let out a hiss of pure rage and sadness, which knocked all of the dragons away. She then ran to Farge.
“Are you ok?” She demanded Hettie realized he was going to die. “Wait, no, no. I can save you. What are the words to powerwordheal?" But he died.Then the ten came back to kill her too, but while staring at Farge, she said, “Why? Did you kill him? You wanted me, not him, and you're going to get ME!” as she ran to kill them. It was ten on one, but it didn't matter; they fell like trees before a hurricane. As the red lay dying, he said, “We will all come to kill you.”
“So? I’ll just kill you all again. Over and over and over,” she said while walking away, and he then died.
Later, Hettie casts true resurrection and Farge wakes as a true ancient gold dragon in the Material Plane. He then asks, “How am I alive? Hettie, I should be dead and black for that matter.”
She then said, “I resurrected you in the Material plane.”
“Where did the dragons go?”
“I killed them all.”
‘How,” he sputters
“Why do I keep telling you this? I’m a weird cat.”
“How long has it been?”
“Ten years”
“What? And where are we?”
“It took that long to get the components, and wherein the Material plane.”
“If I’m correct, that’s a diamond worth 250,000 gp. Where did you get that?”
“Gabriel Nightwatch, the wizard who made me”
“What?”
“It's a very long story, and it starts with you dying.”
Part 1: The Story
After you died, the first thing I did was scan my memory for our conversations on spells, any of the resurrection spells, and what I needed. I remember needing a diamond and you not being dead for more than two centuries.
Year 1: I cast the permanent gate into the Material plane, then went through and found myself looking at two armies that had stopped fighting when I materialized. One side was led by an ancient red dragon, and the other side, witch was more a two man army than an actual army, was led by an ancient gold dragon. I RAN at the red thinking of You and hit him, he tried to fly and did NOT get anywhere as I JUMPed and SLAMmed him out of the sky. The gold thanked me and told me he owed me, and his name was Jydr (JI-drr). So I asked him to tell me how to cast True Resurrection, and that's how I learned how to cast the spell. He is also my friend.
Year 2 (in my pastime, I’m killing thousands of chromatic dragons ): armed with this knowledge, I set out to find the diamond. The first place is the dragon hordes. Nothing. Though I did find enough platinum to make a 50-by-50-foot (worth 265,840,000,000 GP) cube, and I’m not going to even talk about the gold. (which is now painting the walls. 5 feet deep)
Year 3: When I met a Kjinh, I was looking through this massive dungeon. He said, “Oh, feel free, my stuff is everybody's stuff,” said the beholder
“I need this ‘stuff’ to resurrect my friend.”
“Wait, how did he die?”
“Dragons”
“Can I help you for a price?”
“What,” I sighed
“Oh, just power.”
“How am I just going to give you power?”
“The wish spell’
Then to buy Kjinh, I cast wish three times because it’s nice. Putting him roughly on par with her.
Year 5 (all her friends are also looking for the diamond): On a frozen wasteland, I find a gang of ten white dragons beating on a smaller, weirdly colored white dragon. Reminded of Farge, I stared at them, and I then cast Hettie’s Hello Moon, and they ran. Regardless, they all died, all but the smaller one named Asef, whom I spared. He then said, “What can I do to repay you?”
I then said,” Help me resurrect my friend.”
Year 10: On one of my regular jants in the Shadowfell, I came across a tower. I thought that I knew the tower. Then I realized that the tower was where I was made. Upon entering, I saw a door in a plain room, then I heard a voice say, “What are you?” showing obvious interest. I said defensively, “Who are you?”
“Gabriel Nightwatch, BANANA, or should I say Hettie?”
“How do you know my name?” I respond questioningly. As he walked out the door, he said, “I made you, Hettie.”
“What did you call me?” I asked, shocked, and tried to change the subject.“BANANA, your first name, and no subject changes, Hettie. Have you enjoyed your 126 years of life?”
“If you count knowing a gold dragon for 116 years, then his dying, then spending the next ten years killing chromatic dragons and trying to resurrect him as enjoying life, then yes.”
“Wait, how many chromatic dragons?”
“975,104.”
“That might be enough to just buy one diamond,” He said sarcastically. “Wait, you can buy diamonds.“
"Yes. You could buy one from me right now,” he said, exasperated. “Wait, let me get the gold,” I said, leaving.
Comes back with a five-by-five feet cube and looks shocked at the size of the cube. Then gives me the diamond.
I then say, “Come with me and go through the gate.”
Then, I go with Gabriel, get Farge's body, and go through the gate with Gab and Farge. Then, I call the team to come to the Gate. While I wait, I cast trueresurrection, and then we both know the rest of the story.
Part 2: The Great Friends
The next part starts with our team in the ninth layer of hell, where Avernes finds a pit fiend named Qepo. Jydr says, “Before you ask, no, we aren’t going to fight you unless you fight us.”Qepo responds, “Good because I don’t like fighting anything, and I just want somebody to understand. Though nobody even cares, and I just want peace,” in one breath, surprising all of them.
“The truth.”
“Oh, you are also a band of misfits.”
“Join the club.”
“Ok. It sounds nice.” Literally, that is how we got Qepo. When they got back to the lair, they shared a king’sHerofeast.
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this is a bit of lore for a cult i made in a game
the lamball cult are a group that warship the great lamby the god of society. lamby also has been refered to the lord of tricks and trade. people of this cult are often a choatic person who reject society or people who are seen as crazed maniac with none in between the to end. cultist of this god are unlike other cult very civil and willing to debate with foe instead of going to combat with there end goal to bring their lord back into power. many fear them since the cultist know some trick and even some of the greatest adventurer refuse to handle the cultist. but not that some leave the cult and many cultist see this an act of a traitor before they leave the cult they have there robe sown on them to make sure that all know that the traitor refused a perfect society.
also quick mention. the cultist robe are made out only the nicest of wool so it is not that bad of a punishment. and this did not mean to come from cult of the lamb only well working on the game did i notice it seemed like it to the idea of cult of the lamb
a simple dm with a lot of lore and homebrew to be made and a cultist of lambalI. prefer any pronouns bwt.
Huh. Intriguing.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Ahh I see, makes sense. I was curious what an encounter with a Skavian would be like. Now I know ;) I like it!
I have been offline for a while, busy with life stuffs lol
I have made a huge homebrew setting that I am still working on putting here in DDB. Please give me feedback, I want to know all of what I am doing wrong, and what I am doing right. The thread is a huge work in progress, so everything in it from content to layout is subject to change. Please check this forum: Welcome to Zionderia
Also I have a fun thread that explores an idea about dreams based off the movie Inception. I still need to add the link but stay tuned.
No problem. IRL stuff is much more important that fantasy worlds.
A young storyteller who wanders the lands of lore, weaving a tale at every request. Has a lot of Cramorants. Major twenty one pilots fan. Certified Joker. Writer of Very Fishy Diaries and huge Lemony Snicket fan. He/him. A Warrior of Words, Vindicator of Vocabulary, Paladin of Poetry, and a Lancer of Language.
LOYAL FOLLOWER OF JEFF! PRAISE JEFF!!!
The Loom(my first thread)
Bring this thread back in honor of Gulp
Backstory of Hettie
Prologue
We begin with the wizard Gabriel Nightwatch descending into madness after years of lonely nights in the Shadowfell. He attempted to create an overpowered watchdog to replace himself. After decades of failure, he realized that dogs are simply lazy. He then expanded his mad research to include all pets except cats, as the last vestige of his sanity screamed, “NOT CATS. "
Over time, he discovered he could utilize cats better than he had previously attempted. Eventually, he achieved his first success with a tawny tabby female named BANANA. Following this, Gabriel renamed her Hettie, and his heart gave out, for he had lost all purpose.
Year -116:
While Hettie wandered the bleak landscapes, she met a young gold shadow dragon. He asked her, expecting no answer, “Little cat, are you lost?” he laughed. Which stopped when she said back to him, “No, I’m looking for company.” Then he said
“Look no further, for I shall keep you company.”
At this point, Hettie was about the size of a human.
While they walked, he said, “What are you?”
She responded, “I first remember waking up in a tower, on a dead human. After realizing that there was no way out but a window, I jumped out the window, landing on my paws. I then walked a short distance and found you.”
After a while, he said, “By my guess, you're a cat from the Material plane that got experimented on by the mad wizard.”
She responded, “I would like to see this Material plane.”
He then said,” I could take you in a couple of decades, and we could train during that time.”
Then she asked, “What is your name? Mine's Hettie. " He responded, “Farge.”
Later in his lair,
“Let us fight but not kill each other,” Hettie said after they had rested.
“Ok.”
After they exchange a flurry of blows. While they circled, Farge said, “You're a lot more resilient than I thought you’d be. I’m having great trouble striking you.”
Year 0:
The pair encountered an ancient red shadow dragon. He scoffed at Hettie and said to Farge, “You should get a better playmate.” To which Hettie replied, “Maybe you fight us to find out if I can fight'
red 'nhaa, that would be a waste of time.”
He turned his back on the two friends and started to stride away. Hettie, seeing this, unleashed her claws, lopping the last three feet of his tail. The dragon roars in agony, whipping around, he unleashed a flurry of devastating blows.
Farge flew to help, but he didn’t need to; she floored him with one blow. Then, she said, “Run or you’ll need healing,” and he scrambled away. This would be a good time to mention that Hettie is now huge and Farge is an adult. It’s now been almost 116 years in the Shadowfel.
Later, Hettie asked Farge, “How did you plan to get us out of the Shadowfel?”
“I was going to cast gate to open a portal,” he responded.
“Wait, gate? I think I can cast that spell.“
Farge gaped at her. "Wait, what, how?" He questioned her.
”I’m a weird cat, remember?”
“Well, cast the spell, then?” he said, but she didn’t get a chance. The red dragon from before, with his tail still bleeding, and nine friends walked into the lair and rasped,” Well, look who is still play-fighting.” At this point, the two groups started to fight.
The fight went badly, with Farge taking out the white but then sustaining a serious head injury. The tide turned when Hettie let out a hiss of pure rage and sadness, which knocked all of the dragons away. She then ran to Farge.
“Are you ok?” She demanded Hettie realized he was going to die. “Wait, no, no. I can save you. What are the words to power word heal? " But he died. Then the ten came back to kill her too, but while staring at Farge, she said, “Why? Did you kill him? You wanted me, not him, and you're going to get ME!” as she ran to kill them. It was ten on one, but it didn't matter; they fell like trees before a hurricane. As the red lay dying, he said, “We will all come to kill you.”
“So? I’ll just kill you all again. Over and over and over,” she said while walking away, and he then died.
Later, Hettie casts true resurrection and Farge wakes as a true ancient gold dragon in the Material Plane. He then asks, “How am I alive? Hettie, I should be dead and black for that matter.”
She then said, “I resurrected you in the Material plane.”
“Where did the dragons go?”
“I killed them all.”
‘How,” he sputters
“Why do I keep telling you this? I’m a weird cat.”
“How long has it been?”
“Ten years”
“What? And where are we?”
“It took that long to get the components, and wherein the Material plane.”
“If I’m correct, that’s a diamond worth 250,000 gp. Where did you get that?”
“Gabriel Nightwatch, the wizard who made me”
“What?”
“It's a very long story, and it starts with you dying.”
Part 1: The Story
After you died, the first thing I did was scan my memory for our conversations on spells, any of the resurrection spells, and what I needed. I remember needing a diamond and you not being dead for more than two centuries.
Year 1: I cast the permanent gate into the Material plane, then went through and found myself looking at two armies that had stopped fighting when I materialized. One side was led by an ancient red dragon, and the other side, witch was more a two man army than an actual army, was led by an ancient gold dragon. I RAN at the red thinking of You and hit him, he tried to fly and did NOT get anywhere as I JUMPed and SLAMmed him out of the sky. The gold thanked me and told me he owed me, and his name was Jydr (JI-drr). So I asked him to tell me how to cast True Resurrection, and that's how I learned how to cast the spell. He is also my friend.
Year 2 (in my pastime, I’m killing thousands of chromatic dragons ): armed with this knowledge, I set out to find the diamond. The first place is the dragon hordes. Nothing. Though I did find enough platinum to make a 50-by-50-foot (worth 265,840,000,000 GP) cube, and I’m not going to even talk about the gold. (which is now painting the walls. 5 feet deep)
Year 3: When I met a Kjinh, I was looking through this massive dungeon. He said, “Oh, feel free, my stuff is everybody's stuff,” said the beholder
“I need this ‘stuff’ to resurrect my friend.”
“Wait, how did he die?”
“Dragons”
“Can I help you for a price?”
“What,” I sighed
“Oh, just power.”
“How am I just going to give you power?”
“The wish spell’
Then to buy Kjinh, I cast wish three times because it’s nice. Putting him roughly on par with her.
Year 5 (all her friends are also looking for the diamond): On a frozen wasteland, I find a gang of ten white dragons beating on a smaller, weirdly colored white dragon. Reminded of Farge, I stared at them, and I then cast Hettie’s Hello Moon, and they ran. Regardless, they all died, all but the smaller one named Asef, whom I spared. He then said, “What can I do to repay you?”
I then said,” Help me resurrect my friend.”
Year 10: On one of my regular jants in the Shadowfell, I came across a tower. I thought that I knew the tower. Then I realized that the tower was where I was made. Upon entering, I saw a door in a plain room, then I heard a voice say, “What are you?” showing obvious interest. I said defensively, “Who are you?”
“Gabriel Nightwatch, BANANA, or should I say Hettie?”
“How do you know my name?” I respond questioningly. As he walked out the door, he said, “I made you, Hettie.”
“What did you call me?” I asked, shocked, and tried to change the subject.“BANANA, your first name, and no subject changes, Hettie. Have you enjoyed your 126 years of life?”
“If you count knowing a gold dragon for 116 years, then his dying, then spending the next ten years killing chromatic dragons and trying to resurrect him as enjoying life, then yes.”
“Wait, how many chromatic dragons?”
“975,104.”
“That might be enough to just buy one diamond,” He said sarcastically. “Wait, you can buy diamonds.“
"Yes. You could buy one from me right now,” he said, exasperated. “Wait, let me get the gold,” I said, leaving.
Comes back with a five-by-five feet cube and looks shocked at the size of the cube. Then gives me the diamond.
I then say, “Come with me and go through the gate.”
Then, I go with Gabriel, get Farge's body, and go through the gate with Gab and Farge. Then, I call the team to come to the Gate. While I wait, I cast true resurrection, and then we both know the rest of the story.
Part 2: The Great Friends
The next part starts with our team in the ninth layer of hell, where Avernes finds a pit fiend named Qepo. Jydr says, “Before you ask, no, we aren’t going to fight you unless you fight us.”Qepo responds, “Good because I don’t like fighting anything, and I just want somebody to understand. Though nobody even cares, and I just want peace,” in one breath, surprising all of them.
“The truth.”
“Oh, you are also a band of misfits.”
“Join the club.”
“Ok. It sounds nice.” Literally, that is how we got Qepo. When they got back to the lair, they shared a king’s Hero feast.
"The Biggest problem D&D player face is their own bad decisions." "What doesn't kill you makes you more likely to die."- Thauraeln_The_Bol "Well, hey, if it ain't broke, then break it!"Former_Queen_Yvonne
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