*anyways, my monster idea is as follows: there once was a dream. A dream that was dreamt for but a fleeting moment, soon it would be lost to time and the dream would die. But the dream… it did not want to die. It did not want to be forgotten. So it pondered for hours in a mere moment, how to live on-… it would make people crave it’s world, that way, it would not be forgotten, and it would never die.*
*this creature is called the Wonderland. It has no physical or spiritual form, but it can appear in the dreams of any creature with a wisdom of less than 15 and a charisma of more than 15. They experience a wonderful, fantastical, terrifying, nonsensical world of, well, wonder. Each night they experience the same world in their dream, and each night they make a wisdom saving throw, which increases in DC by 1 each night. If they fail, they don’t want to leave the dream and are driven mad by it, their wisdom reducing by 1 each night and their charisma increasing by 1. A creature charmed by the wonderland in this way is known as an Alice, and the wonderland gives them special powers- the nonsensical world of wonderland comes alive in their presence, warping the real world and turning it into a whimsy, physics defying hellscape of bright colors and madness. A creature exposed to this madness- assuming they meet the requirements to experience the wonderland dream, will always experience the wonderland dream sometime in the next ten years.*
*once an Alice’s wisdom score reaches zero, the next time they fall asleep and dream, they don’t wake up.*
*Oh jeez terrifying*
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The feather comes free, razor sharp like a knife and nicking him slightly (1 slashing damage). It’s perfectly balanced and lightweight in his hands, and he feels as if he can attune to it.
He sits down and inspects it, slowly attuning to it. He looks for whoever could have left it there.
The rose petals lead back to Correlion’s roost, blood pooling and dripping from within the hollow of the tree.
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Ravarus makes some strange noises almost like a mix between a gurgle and a coo as he settles down next to the tree.
Suddenly, a blade bursts from the cocoon, twisting before cutting directly upwards to split the cocoon in half. Reddish fluid with a distinct smell of blood spills from the open slit, as a creature collapses out breathlessly. Tall, around 13 ft, it’s huddled in the steel feathers of its own wings - it has two pairs of them, one larger overlapping the other and pale eyes lining the inside. It’s flesh is nonexistent, visible sinew of red muscle visible along its body, with a humanoid head that does seem to have skin. Its hair is long and white, stained red at the tips, and it looks upward at Ravarus, blinking slowly with long, pale eyelashes. It’s familiar - Correlion, without a veil and with new wings made of steel feathers, their face marked with a horizontal black line tattoo across the nose, a slightly shorter just above it, the two connecting with a sun and moon intersection. The bloody angel gasps quietly, coughing up fluid, shuddering.
The hand tail picks Correlion up with a surprising gentleness, helping him up onto his feet with his support.
Correlion leads against it, breathing shallow. It looks up at Ravarus, squinting slightly. The angel speaks quietly in celestial.
Ravarus. I have had some memories returned to me, but none of you before this wretched place.
Ravarus studies the angelic being for a bit, his large eyes staring down with its golden glow. Then its opens its wide maw and gurgles out a single world in celestial.
"Old...."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*anyways, my monster idea is as follows: there once was a dream. A dream that was dreamt for but a fleeting moment, soon it would be lost to time and the dream would die. But the dream… it did not want to die. It did not want to be forgotten. So it pondered for hours in a mere moment, how to live on-… it would make people crave it’s world, that way, it would not be forgotten, and it would never die.*
*this creature is called the Wonderland. It has no physical or spiritual form, but it can appear in the dreams of any creature with a wisdom of less than 15 and a charisma of more than 15. They experience a wonderful, fantastical, terrifying, nonsensical world of, well, wonder. Each night they experience the same world in their dream, and each night they make a wisdom saving throw, which increases in DC by 1 each night. If they fail, they don’t want to leave the dream and are driven mad by it, their wisdom reducing by 1 each night and their charisma increasing by 1. A creature charmed by the wonderland in this way is known as an Alice, and the wonderland gives them special powers- the nonsensical world of wonderland comes alive in their presence, warping the real world and turning it into a whimsy, physics defying hellscape of bright colors and madness. A creature exposed to this madness- assuming they meet the requirements to experience the wonderland dream, will always experience the wonderland dream sometime in the next ten years.*
*once an Alice’s wisdom score reaches zero, the next time they fall asleep and dream, they don’t wake up.*
*this is really cool. reminds me of the palace of heart’s desire*
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Ravarus studies the angelic being for a bit, his large eyes staring down with its golden glow. Then its opens its wide maw and gurgles out a single world in celestial.
"Old...."
The angel pauses for a moment, then nods. It gestures up at the bulb, as if asking a question.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — pretend I have something cool here ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Ravarus studies the angelic being for a bit, his large eyes staring down with its golden glow. Then its opens its wide maw and gurgles out a single world in celestial.
"Old...."
The angel pauses for a moment, then nods. It gestures up at the bulb, as if asking a question.
Ravarus takes a moment to understand what Correlion is gesturing to but soon gurgles out.
"Tree..."
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
*anyways, my monster idea is as follows: there once was a dream. A dream that was dreamt for but a fleeting moment, soon it would be lost to time and the dream would die. But the dream… it did not want to die. It did not want to be forgotten. So it pondered for hours in a mere moment, how to live on-… it would make people crave it’s world, that way, it would not be forgotten, and it would never die.*
*this creature is called the Wonderland. It has no physical or spiritual form, but it can appear in the dreams of any creature with a wisdom of less than 15 and a charisma of more than 15. They experience a wonderful, fantastical, terrifying, nonsensical world of, well, wonder. Each night they experience the same world in their dream, and each night they make a wisdom saving throw, which increases in DC by 1 each night. If they fail, they don’t want to leave the dream and are driven mad by it, their wisdom reducing by 1 each night and their charisma increasing by 1. A creature charmed by the wonderland in this way is known as an Alice, and the wonderland gives them special powers- the nonsensical world of wonderland comes alive in their presence, warping the real world and turning it into a whimsy, physics defying hellscape of bright colors and madness. A creature exposed to this madness- assuming they meet the requirements to experience the wonderland dream, will always experience the wonderland dream sometime in the next ten years.*
*once an Alice’s wisdom score reaches zero, the next time they fall asleep and dream, they don’t wake up.*
*this is really cool. reminds me of the palace of heart’s desire*
*thanks! Wonderland itself wouldn’t have a statblock, but there’d be an Alice template you can put on turned creatures*
Ravarus takes a moment to understand what Correlion is gesturing to but soon gurgles out.
"Tree..."
Correlion fluffs up their wings, testing them for a moment as it leaps upward with a couple of flaps, landing on Ravarus’s back. It gently lays a hand on the bulb. “May I assist?”
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*thanks! Wonderland itself wouldn’t have a statblock, but there’d be an Alice template you can put on turned creatures*
*have you seen the DMG madness tables? they would work well with this*
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — pretend I have something cool here ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Ravarus takes a moment to understand what Correlion is gesturing to but soon gurgles out.
"Tree..."
Correlion fluffs up their wings, testing them for a moment as it leaps upward with a couple of flaps, landing on Ravarus’s back. It gently lays a hand on the bulb. “May I assist?”
The creature doesn't know how to respond to the question. Correlion can see the large black bud on it's back and even see the roots that sink into the flesh of the creature, ever so slowly growing larger as Ravarus absorbs the remnant of blood that has seeped into the ground over the eons through its root like hand tails.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Ravarus takes a moment to understand what Correlion is gesturing to but soon gurgles out.
"Tree..."
Correlion fluffs up their wings, testing them for a moment as it leaps upward with a couple of flaps, landing on Ravarus’s back. It gently lays a hand on the bulb. “May I assist?”
The creature doesn't know how to respond to the question. Correlion can see the large black bud on it's back and even see the roots that sink into the flesh of the creature, ever so slowly growing larger as Ravarus absorbs the remnant of blood that has seeped into the ground over the eons through its root like hand tails.
Correlion’s hand grows warmer, resting on the bud. It makes a small cut into its hand, the blood dripping onto where the bud is. Ravarus gains 43 XP.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — pretend I have something cool here ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Conferencier is scavenging corpses of fallen unholy beings, collecting bones and teeth, mainly.
He sees the stumbling form of what looks to be Correlion, though a bit different. Taller, with steel feathers and two pairs of wings. They’ve also lost their veil, now with a humanoid face and long, white hair. They seem a bit dazed, flipping through a book.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — pretend I have something cool here ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The feather comes free, razor sharp like a knife and nicking him slightly (1 slashing damage). It’s perfectly balanced and lightweight in his hands, and he feels as if he can attune to it.
He sits down and inspects it, slowly attuning to it. He looks for whoever could have left it there.
The rose petals lead back to Correlion’s roost, blood pooling and dripping from within the hollow of the tree.
“Hello?” Max calls.
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My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
The Conferencier is scavenging corpses of fallen unholy beings, collecting bones and teeth, mainly.
He sees the stumbling form of what looks to be Correlion, though a bit different. Taller, with steel feathers and two pairs of wings. They’ve also lost their veil, now with a humanoid face and long, white hair. They seem a bit dazed, flipping through a book.
The Conferencier scuttles up behind them, looking over their shoulder to the book they’re reading.
The feather comes free, razor sharp like a knife and nicking him slightly (1 slashing damage). It’s perfectly balanced and lightweight in his hands, and he feels as if he can attune to it.
He sits down and inspects it, slowly attuning to it. He looks for whoever could have left it there.
The rose petals lead back to Correlion’s roost, blood pooling and dripping from within the hollow of the tree.
“Hello?” Max calls.
A head pokes out of the hollow, blinking. They’re mostly humanoid looking, with red tear-mark streaks and a sun interlocked with a moon emblem tattoo on the bridge of their nose. The person’s long, white hair falls messily in their face, their eyes barely visible behind it, a piercingly pale silver.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — pretend I have something cool here ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Conferencier is scavenging corpses of fallen unholy beings, collecting bones and teeth, mainly.
He sees the stumbling form of what looks to be Correlion, though a bit different. Taller, with steel feathers and two pairs of wings. They’ve also lost their veil, now with a humanoid face and long, white hair. They seem a bit dazed, flipping through a book.
The Conferencier scuttles up behind them, looking over their shoulder to the book they’re reading.
Correlion immediately shuts the book, a quiet shnk sound ringing through the air as their steel feathers ruffle up to a defensive position. “Do no… sneak up on me like that.” The angel whispers, frowning.
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— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fanδ — pretend I have something cool here ——————| EXTENDED SIG |—————— Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Ravarus takes a moment to understand what Correlion is gesturing to but soon gurgles out.
"Tree..."
Correlion fluffs up their wings, testing them for a moment as it leaps upward with a couple of flaps, landing on Ravarus’s back. It gently lays a hand on the bulb. “May I assist?”
The creature doesn't know how to respond to the question. Correlion can see the large black bud on it's back and even see the roots that sink into the flesh of the creature, ever so slowly growing larger as Ravarus absorbs the remnant of blood that has seeped into the ground over the eons through its root like hand tails.
Correlion’s hand grows warmer, resting on the bud. It makes a small cut into its hand, the blood dripping onto where the bud is. Ravarus gains 43 XP.
The bud grows bigger, but still stays closed. It seems that quite a bit more time and energy before it will starts to bloom.
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"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
The Conferencier is scavenging corpses of fallen unholy beings, collecting bones and teeth, mainly.
He sees the stumbling form of what looks to be Correlion, though a bit different. Taller, with steel feathers and two pairs of wings. They’ve also lost their veil, now with a humanoid face and long, white hair. They seem a bit dazed, flipping through a book.
The Conferencier scuttles up behind them, looking over their shoulder to the book they’re reading.
Correlion immediately shuts the book, a quiet shnk sound ringing through the air as their steel feathers ruffle up to a defensive position. “Do no… sneak up on me like that.” The angel whispers, frowning.
He frowns, adjusting his party hat as he moves around to the other side of Correlion, facing him. “Did I scare you?”
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*Oh jeez terrifying*
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The rose petals lead back to Correlion’s roost, blood pooling and dripping from within the hollow of the tree.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Ravarus studies the angelic being for a bit, his large eyes staring down with its golden glow. Then its opens its wide maw and gurgles out a single world in celestial.
"Old...."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
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RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*this is really cool. reminds me of the palace of heart’s desire*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The angel pauses for a moment, then nods. It gestures up at the bulb, as if asking a question.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Ravarus takes a moment to understand what Correlion is gesturing to but soon gurgles out.
"Tree..."
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
*thanks! Wonderland itself wouldn’t have a statblock, but there’d be an Alice template you can put on turned creatures*
Correlion fluffs up their wings, testing them for a moment as it leaps upward with a couple of flaps, landing on Ravarus’s back. It gently lays a hand on the bulb. “May I assist?”
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*have you seen the DMG madness tables? they would work well with this*
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
*i have, and they’re awesome. I might make my own wonderland themed madnesses, like I do whenever I make a demon lord :>*
The creature doesn't know how to respond to the question. Correlion can see the large black bud on it's back and even see the roots that sink into the flesh of the creature, ever so slowly growing larger as Ravarus absorbs the remnant of blood that has seeped into the ground over the eons through its root like hand tails.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
Correlion’s hand grows warmer, resting on the bud. It makes a small cut into its hand, the blood dripping onto where the bud is. Ravarus gains 43 XP.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The Conferencier is scavenging corpses of fallen unholy beings, collecting bones and teeth, mainly.
He sees the stumbling form of what looks to be Correlion, though a bit different. Taller, with steel feathers and two pairs of wings. They’ve also lost their veil, now with a humanoid face and long, white hair. They seem a bit dazed, flipping through a book.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
“Hello?” Max calls.
My titles are the great Silver Dragon Lord of the Sky, Second in Command of the Dragon Cult, High Warlock of Cynophobia, High Cultist of Jeff, The Lightning Mage. I’m a ✨Chronically online teenage boy✨, and one of the most active posters on the forums (MORE THAN SALEM AND GONZALO). Always open to talk if you’d like to shoot me a PM! Please don’t hesitate to tell me I’m being a jerk or overbearing, I love helpful feedback! Love y’all!
Extended Signature!
The Conferencier scuttles up behind them, looking over their shoulder to the book they’re reading.
A head pokes out of the hollow, blinking. They’re mostly humanoid looking, with red tear-mark streaks and a sun interlocked with a moon emblem tattoo on the bridge of their nose. The person’s long, white hair falls messily in their face, their eyes barely visible behind it, a piercingly pale silver.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Correlion immediately shuts the book, a quiet shnk sound ringing through the air as their steel feathers ruffle up to a defensive position. “Do no… sneak up on me like that.” The angel whispers, frowning.
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
pretend I have something cool here
——————| EXTENDED SIG |——————
Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
The bud grows bigger, but still stays closed. It seems that quite a bit more time and energy before it will starts to bloom.
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
He frowns, adjusting his party hat as he moves around to the other side of Correlion, facing him. “Did I scare you?”