I've probably forgotten a sourcebook's worth of my own lore, which is a great tragedy for me and really makes for a good lesson. Write down your thoughts, kids. Paper may be hard to come by, but your notes app will never abandon you.
Basically, this character used to be the Prince (gender-neutral) of Fearsome Critters, basically wacky American cryptids. They were kidnapped and forced to improve the harvest of a large, industrialized farm. During this time, they lived in a box, and anything they created was immediately broken down into meat and items for the gift shops. Over time, their physical form, having gone unseen for so long, disappeared entirely.
Then, they were able to escape through the air holes in the box, finding a computer scientist who had died in a car crash. The Prince possessed the man's mangled cadaver and used a mix of self-inflicted cosmetic surgery and Glamour to make the body acceptable. See, in this world, computers are about 70% flesh, so computer scientists know a bit about biomancy in addition to machinery and software. The Prince plans on using this stolen, fragmented knowledge in order to create new cryptids to terrorize humanity.
The Prince doesn't create. They are, if anything, a midwife. They take parts, living, organic parts, and molds them. Remakes them. They collect bits and pieces, from antlers to feathers to computational components, and they use them to create or repair children for the Nightmares and beasts, the mixed parts resulting in Cryptids.
The Prince themself is also a Cryptid, due to being merged with a human corpse. They love all of Creation, mundane and paranormal, and they glorify Creation through their work.
They never felt quite comfortable in their own skin. At first, they assumed that Creation had made them wrong, and they resented it for such a cruel act. Now, they realize the truth: Creation had given them a privilege, a rare gift. They were given the chance to remake themself in their own image. Cosmetic surgery, flesh manipulation, mechanical implants, they will all come together to provide home for the Prince's soul.
And, well, why limit it to just themself? Such a gift should be shared with the world, this, this... freedom of form! Metal, meat, what's the difference? If a person is just a living machine, why can't we make a machine into a person? Let them all be loved. Let them all be fed. Let them all be held.
They are basically gnolls/merrow/ghouls in the sense that fiends picked out a random species and transformed them into powerful minions. In this case, it wasn't an individual species or even a genus, but a sort of flesh slurry left behind after an incursion and subsequent rampage. This resulted in a chimeric species with unstable genetics and powerful emotions.
The celestial warriors that defeated the demons took pity on the monsters that were left behind and provided them with a specific type of magic item: Heart Locks.
These magic items partially suppress desires and emotions, which was really a bandaid fix for the confusion and fear. The monsters built a puritan society that honored the celestials, despite the fact that said angelic beings had already left and basically saw their job here as finished.
The society reverse-engineered the Heart Locks and placed them on their children when they were born. They were extremely ascetic, their leaders twisting the sparse words of the angels into whatever justified their practices of control and utilization of dark magic (defined as magic originating from suffering and/or existing exclusively to cause harm, like curses).
The monsters live in a corrupted poison swamp with an incredible level of biodiversity despite the attempts to cull the innumerable species of plants, animals, fungus, and bugs. The people primarily subsist on rice and extremely light beer, to the point that the average citizen suffers from severe malnutrition.
They are basically gnolls/merrow/ghouls in the sense that fiends picked out a random species and transformed them into powerful minions. In this case, it wasn't an individual species or even a genus, but a sort of flesh slurry left behind after an incursion and subsequent rampage. This resulted in a chimeric species with unstable genetics and powerful emotions.
The celestial warriors that defeated the demons took pity on the monsters that were left behind and provided them with a specific type of magic item: Heart Locks.
These magic items partially suppress desires and emotions, which was really a bandaid fix for the confusion and fear. The monsters built a puritan society that honored the celestials, despite the fact that said angelic beings had already left and basically saw their job here as finished.
The society reverse-engineered the Heart Locks and placed them on their children when they were born. They were extremely ascetic, their leaders twisting the sparse words of the angels into whatever justified their practices of control and utilization of dark magic (defined as magic originating from suffering and/or existing exclusively to cause harm, like curses).
The monsters live in a corrupted poison swamp with an incredible level of biodiversity despite the attempts to cull the innumerable species of plants, animals, fungus, and bugs. The people primarily subsist on rice and extremely light beer, to the point that the average citizen suffers from severe malnutrition.
Ooh. Probably poison resilience like dwarves from all that beer, then.
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They are basically gnolls/merrow/ghouls in the sense that fiends picked out a random species and transformed them into powerful minions. In this case, it wasn't an individual species or even a genus, but a sort of flesh slurry left behind after an incursion and subsequent rampage. This resulted in a chimeric species with unstable genetics and powerful emotions.
The celestial warriors that defeated the demons took pity on the monsters that were left behind and provided them with a specific type of magic item: Heart Locks.
These magic items partially suppress desires and emotions, which was really a bandaid fix for the confusion and fear. The monsters built a puritan society that honored the celestials, despite the fact that said angelic beings had already left and basically saw their job here as finished.
The society reverse-engineered the Heart Locks and placed them on their children when they were born. They were extremely ascetic, their leaders twisting the sparse words of the angels into whatever justified their practices of control and utilization of dark magic (defined as magic originating from suffering and/or existing exclusively to cause harm, like curses).
The monsters live in a corrupted poison swamp with an incredible level of biodiversity despite the attempts to cull the innumerable species of plants, animals, fungus, and bugs. The people primarily subsist on rice and extremely light beer, to the point that the average citizen suffers from severe malnutrition.
Ooh. Probably poison resilience like dwarves from all that beer, then.
Beer was drunk more often than water in the Victorian age because it was cleaner. There was hardly any alcohol in it, as is the case here.
Oh. The only 'beer' I have experience with is root beer.
Same here, but my 21st birthday is in 12 days, so I'm considering trying a beer or hard (meaning alcoholic) soda then.
I do not expect to enjoy it.
Yeah, one of my grandparents suggested I try a (very small) taste of their wine once.
I'm not even 20 yet and I've sworn off alcohol for life.
Dang. I hate alcohol as well, but that's not been the case for me XD. My grandfather once asked [while at a soccer-game-viewing party at a nearby bar] if I wanted a beer (only about 40% joking?), and I get to try some of my parents' alcohol every now and then.
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Oh. The only 'beer' I have experience with is root beer.
Same here, but my 21st birthday is in 12 days, so I'm considering trying a beer or hard (meaning alcoholic) soda then.
I do not expect to enjoy it.
Yeah, one of my grandparents suggested I try a (very small) taste of their wine once.
I'm not even 20 yet and I've sworn off alcohol for life.
Dang. I hate alcohol as well, but that's not been the case for me XD. My grandfather once asked [while at a soccer-game-viewing party at a nearby bar] if I wanted a beer (only about 40% joking?), and I get to try some of my parents' alcohol every now and then.
It makes sense why you hate alcohol, though, you have a good reason
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Hello! Call me Tana or Gato My pronouns are They/Them I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual I'm nonbinary, yay! But I will mother you if you are being stupid ALL HAIL MERLIN!!!!!!! :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll] I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
While the Sun Prince is the technical head of the Karschran pantheon (The Karschrasos), rarely ever does he use his divine authority. The day to day goings on of the world are managed by his second in command, Prince Consort Luaan The Evening and morning star. (He/They) The god of harmony and diplomacy, Luaan uses divine privileges granted by the sun prince to keep the Prince’s church in order and benefit the other thirteen gods of the Karschrasos (assuming they are not caught up in petty squabbles with each other.) Luaan and his followers are the only ones in Karschra who generally view the Karschrasos as a semi organized group, which is only half true. Luaan extends an olive branch to the thirteen others and offers aid in times of need in the name of the Prince.
Luaan, each morning and evening, sings the prayers given to the Sun Prince to him, which can be faintly heard right before dawn and right after dusk each night if you listen carefully. He visits the Prince’s temples and cities occasionally to inspire their people and renew faith. They usually have a say in who is chosen as the Prophet of the crown- the most powerful mortal figure in the church, given the ‘privilege,’ of speaking directly with the prince. However, as Luaan has been busy in the last 90 or so years aiding the newly organized Ogre kingdoms in defending against invaders, the Sun Prince has, in all of his… (sigh…) wisdom, elected to choose the Prophet via public game show.
literally all a work in progress, I just need to write this stuff down.
While the location of Aspen has been multiple places and of multiple sizes (A humorous statement, due to the fact that there are only three official locations of my Aspen, two of them being here, on DDB, each of different size. Another undiscloced location bears the same size as one currently here), the true location remains such as it is now. In it's official history books, the land it sits up on now was taken away from bandits who used it as a base of operations, terrorizing the local population which dwelled within one hundred miles of the center.
The true story is nowhere near as idealistic.
The story goes that not only was the land freed of bandits and turned into a home base of operations for the Minks, Gods of Weather, and self proclaimed (at some point or another) children of True Gods (whether they meant to say that there were more than one God or not, it is unclear). The battle against the bandits was led by Cyvus Thorneweaver, an Irish Warlord. It is said that the Minks inspired Cyvus to their plight, unwilling to harm mortals in a domain not yet theirs. While this is mostly true, it was simply siblings telling the youngest what to do, and he did it, for fear of retribution.
In truth, a sad honesty, the "bandits" were little more than a handful of families. Innocent families. While the intentions of the Minks were good, their Intel was not. Cyvus, now only recently freed (intentionally or not, it is uncertain), has been imprisoned for over two hundred years in the reliquary of what became Yuki, The Winter Mink's territory, for fear of him spreading the truth so that his honor was spared. Instead, he disappeared, and was painted as a man who gave his life to liberate the lands from criminals. Several letters were penned in his handwriting and distributed. Cyvus also truthfully wrote several letters during his imprisonment, which he simply describes as "A long, accidental catnap." to anybody who asks
The Minks themselves number only four, currently, as it should be. But at one point there were four, then for a brief period of time, six; then again, four. Now, one would think that two were made, allowed to exist for a period of time, and then removed, as if they were not needed anymore. But this is not the case. Two of the original four were replaced. For reasons even I'm uncertain of, the Spring and Summer minks were destroyed by their creator and replaced. At a ripe young age of six hundred years ago, no less.
But let it not be forgotten that there are Lesser Minks, Gods of less important domains, but still Gods. Officially, and in all honesty, the Lesser Minks were imprisoned for a stint of two hundred years by the True Gods, their domains being taken by their captors. Now, how does a Mink respond to that but to make a plan to remove their siblings from ensnarement?
Omi, the Autumn Mink did just that. Taking over the Domain of Death, he's begun to eliminate the True Gods, or at least threaten them with eradication if they do not release his siblings. A great plan? Perhaps not. But it's happening.
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Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on? Discord: _salems_lot_ "Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet
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:o Wild Nothic spotted!
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Damn… that’s cool…
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
The Prince doesn't create. They are, if anything, a midwife. They take parts, living, organic parts, and molds them. Remakes them. They collect bits and pieces, from antlers to feathers to computational components, and they use them to create or repair children for the Nightmares and beasts, the mixed parts resulting in Cryptids.
The Prince themself is also a Cryptid, due to being merged with a human corpse. They love all of Creation, mundane and paranormal, and they glorify Creation through their work.
They never felt quite comfortable in their own skin. At first, they assumed that Creation had made them wrong, and they resented it for such a cruel act. Now, they realize the truth: Creation had given them a privilege, a rare gift. They were given the chance to remake themself in their own image. Cosmetic surgery, flesh manipulation, mechanical implants, they will all come together to provide home for the Prince's soul.
And, well, why limit it to just themself? Such a gift should be shared with the world, this, this... freedom of form! Metal, meat, what's the difference? If a person is just a living machine, why can't we make a machine into a person? Let them all be loved. Let them all be fed. Let them all be held.
Life is a right.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
I had a baby sphinx that was also a pathological liar. The rest of the party simultaneously hated her and adored her.
I have no idea how that happened.
Oh, also she broke into a drow colony in the Shadowfell to chat with spiders and look through their eyes.
Hello, it's nice to meet you
Oh, can you tell me where I am?
I don't know how I got here
But I, I think I'm startin' to understand
Extended Signature: (^v^)
I’m running a PBP and a voice campaign :3
Therefore I sorta want help brainstorming puzzles. I came up with a puzzle based on real world lore that I’d love to test with y’all.
Am Bananer
Been bananering since 2023
Idea for a DnD race/species/culture/whatever:
They are basically gnolls/merrow/ghouls in the sense that fiends picked out a random species and transformed them into powerful minions. In this case, it wasn't an individual species or even a genus, but a sort of flesh slurry left behind after an incursion and subsequent rampage. This resulted in a chimeric species with unstable genetics and powerful emotions.
The celestial warriors that defeated the demons took pity on the monsters that were left behind and provided them with a specific type of magic item: Heart Locks.
These magic items partially suppress desires and emotions, which was really a bandaid fix for the confusion and fear. The monsters built a puritan society that honored the celestials, despite the fact that said angelic beings had already left and basically saw their job here as finished.
The society reverse-engineered the Heart Locks and placed them on their children when they were born. They were extremely ascetic, their leaders twisting the sparse words of the angels into whatever justified their practices of control and utilization of dark magic (defined as magic originating from suffering and/or existing exclusively to cause harm, like curses).
The monsters live in a corrupted poison swamp with an incredible level of biodiversity despite the attempts to cull the innumerable species of plants, animals, fungus, and bugs. The people primarily subsist on rice and extremely light beer, to the point that the average citizen suffers from severe malnutrition.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Ooh. Probably poison resilience like dwarves from all that beer, then.
Hello, it's nice to meet you
Oh, can you tell me where I am?
I don't know how I got here
But I, I think I'm startin' to understand
Extended Signature: (^v^)
Beer was drunk more often than water in the Victorian age because it was cleaner. There was hardly any alcohol in it, as is the case here.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Oh. The only 'beer' I have experience with is root beer.
Hello, it's nice to meet you
Oh, can you tell me where I am?
I don't know how I got here
But I, I think I'm startin' to understand
Extended Signature: (^v^)
Same here, but my 21st birthday is in 12 days, so I'm considering trying a beer or hard (meaning alcoholic) soda then.
I do not expect to enjoy it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Yeah, one of my grandparents suggested I try a (very small) taste of their wine once.
I'm not even 20 yet and I've sworn off alcohol for life.
Hello, it's nice to meet you
Oh, can you tell me where I am?
I don't know how I got here
But I, I think I'm startin' to understand
Extended Signature: (^v^)
Dang. I hate alcohol as well, but that's not been the case for me XD. My grandfather once asked [while at a soccer-game-viewing party at a nearby bar] if I wanted a beer (only about 40% joking?), and I get to try some of my parents' alcohol every now and then.
wes (he/him, bi) — DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith, The Fae Conspirator
current obsessions: sn0wcrash and Nico Young
you all are the best people I know — thank you
coming forth to rebehold the stars
extended sig here, check it out!
It makes sense why you hate alcohol, though, you have a good reason
Hello! Call me Tana or Gato
My pronouns are They/Them
I am a teenager. I have Autism and anxiety. And, you would probably call me Trans, Aromantic, and Asexual
I'm nonbinary, yay! But I will mother you if you are being stupid
ALL HAIL MERLIN!!!!!!! :[roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] + [roll]1d8[/roll] = [roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden, Salem, Wes, and Aspen
While the Sun Prince is the technical head of the Karschran pantheon (The Karschrasos), rarely ever does he use his divine authority. The day to day goings on of the world are managed by his second in command, Prince Consort Luaan The Evening and morning star. (He/They) The god of harmony and diplomacy, Luaan uses divine privileges granted by the sun prince to keep the Prince’s church in order and benefit the other thirteen gods of the Karschrasos (assuming they are not caught up in petty squabbles with each other.) Luaan and his followers are the only ones in Karschra who generally view the Karschrasos as a semi organized group, which is only half true. Luaan extends an olive branch to the thirteen others and offers aid in times of need in the name of the Prince.
Luaan, each morning and evening, sings the prayers given to the Sun Prince to him, which can be faintly heard right before dawn and right after dusk each night if you listen carefully. He visits the Prince’s temples and cities occasionally to inspire their people and renew faith. They usually have a say in who is chosen as the Prophet of the crown- the most powerful mortal figure in the church, given the ‘privilege,’ of speaking directly with the prince. However, as Luaan has been busy in the last 90 or so years aiding the newly organized Ogre kingdoms in defending against invaders, the Sun Prince has, in all of his… (sigh…) wisdom, elected to choose the Prophet via public game show.
literally all a work in progress, I just need to write this stuff down.
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“I believe the greatest act of rebellion in this world is staying soft.”
While the location of Aspen has been multiple places and of multiple sizes (A humorous statement, due to the fact that there are only three official locations of my Aspen, two of them being here, on DDB, each of different size. Another undiscloced location bears the same size as one currently here), the true location remains such as it is now. In it's official history books, the land it sits up on now was taken away from bandits who used it as a base of operations, terrorizing the local population which dwelled within one hundred miles of the center.
The true story is nowhere near as idealistic.
The story goes that not only was the land freed of bandits and turned into a home base of operations for the Minks, Gods of Weather, and self proclaimed (at some point or another) children of True Gods (whether they meant to say that there were more than one God or not, it is unclear). The battle against the bandits was led by Cyvus Thorneweaver, an Irish Warlord. It is said that the Minks inspired Cyvus to their plight, unwilling to harm mortals in a domain not yet theirs. While this is mostly true, it was simply siblings telling the youngest what to do, and he did it, for fear of retribution.
In truth, a sad honesty, the "bandits" were little more than a handful of families. Innocent families. While the intentions of the Minks were good, their Intel was not.
Cyvus, now only recently freed (intentionally or not, it is uncertain), has been imprisoned for over two hundred years in the reliquary of what became Yuki, The Winter Mink's territory, for fear of him spreading the truth so that his honor was spared. Instead, he disappeared, and was painted as a man who gave his life to liberate the lands from criminals. Several letters were penned in his handwriting and distributed. Cyvus also truthfully wrote several letters during his imprisonment, which he simply describes as "A long, accidental catnap." to anybody who asks
The Minks themselves number only four, currently, as it should be. But at one point there were four, then for a brief period of time, six; then again, four. Now, one would think that two were made, allowed to exist for a period of time, and then removed, as if they were not needed anymore. But this is not the case. Two of the original four were replaced. For reasons even I'm uncertain of, the Spring and Summer minks were destroyed by their creator and replaced. At a ripe young age of six hundred years ago, no less.
But let it not be forgotten that there are Lesser Minks, Gods of less important domains, but still Gods. Officially, and in all honesty, the Lesser Minks were imprisoned for a stint of two hundred years by the True Gods, their domains being taken by their captors. Now, how does a Mink respond to that but to make a plan to remove their siblings from ensnarement?
Omi, the Autumn Mink did just that. Taking over the Domain of Death, he's begun to eliminate the True Gods, or at least threaten them with eradication if they do not release his siblings.
A great plan? Perhaps not. But it's happening.
Professional anthro maker. Adohand dweller. Selectively social, grunge obsessed, genderfaun, pansexual furry and therian. The Fox of Adohand's. Friend (maybe foe) of AgateElk, personally. I love everybody here. Need I go on?
Discord: _salems_lot_
"Zoro knows exactly what MLM means." - AgateElk
My Non-Self Given Titles: Sovereign of The Four Seasons, My Child, The Fox, Herr Flaumig, Saint Crispidad
My thread/ Extended Sig: Cult of the Fox. My CHB Characters, In a Google Sheet