The Chromatic Purple Dragon has always been synonymous with the Deep Dragon. They just redesigned the look for 5e, but its still the same purple dragon.
Seems like Wizards of the Coast has been very clear on Deep Dragons and Purple Dragons being the same thing in their canon, but this guy can't let go of how they used to be XD
Seems like Wizards of the Coast has been very clear on Deep Dragons and Purple Dragons being the same thing in their canon, but this guy can't let go of how they used to be XD
Oh… but that was just since fourth addition. I say that people should make up their own minds, personally, I think them being different is cooler, but if you think otherwise, OK then.
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
The way I put it in my brain is that Purple Dragons and Deep Dragons are the same species of dragon, but slightly adapted to different things, like 5e Deep Dragons being purely underdark, while traditional Purples are those that haven't been fully twisted by the underdark
Gem dragons are really cool. They’re predominantly neutral dragons who are named after gemstones. A lot of them have mental powers. They’re in Fizban’s Treasury of Dragons. They are the children of Sardior the Ruby Dragon, who was created as the child of Tiamat and Bahamut and apparently destroyed when the First World shattered.
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Gem dragons are really cool. They’re predominantly neutral dragons who are named after gemstones. A lot of them have mental powers. They’re in Fizban’s Treasury of Dragons. They are the children of Sardior the Ruby Dragon, who was created as the child of Tiamat and Bahamut and apparently destroyed when the First World shattered.
the deadweave is an impossibly complex and alien structure, that serves as the lair of a monstrous creature that has no name, but when mentioned, is sometimes referred to as Fear. The deadweave lays in the deepest part of the under dark. It is an enormous cave with the only entrance at the very top, right under the sewers of Azri, a small Dwarf town. There are various rooms and tunnels constructed of silk, bones, and rocks. When going in, the entrance to the deadweave only goes around 500 feet down to the Main chamber, but going up, it goes on for possibly miles, if it even has a top. The monster that lives in the deadweave is a shapeshifter that looks like whatever the creature that sees it is most afraid of. It feeds off of the terror of all who enter it’s lair, tormenting them for days on end before eating them. Only this monster can exit the deadweave, but it’s tied to the place, and must sleep for a century there before waking up for a year. It must eventually come back, so it never goes too far. One lucky person figured out how to escape it, by grabbing on to it as it was leaving the deadweave, they managed to follow it out.
the true form of this creature, only observable through truesight or if it reveals itself, is of a colossal spider like creature.
legends say the monster fell from the stars millennia ago, falling through the earth all the way to the under dark, and where it landed became the deadweave. When it goes to sleep for a century, it is practically under the effect of a sequester spell.
this creature is one of the shifting, and it had children. These children are called night terrors, which feed off of certain types of fear.
the deadweave is an impossibly complex and alien structure, that serves as the lair of a monstrous creature that has no name, but when mentioned, is sometimes referred to as Fear. The deadweave lays in the deepest part of the under dark. It is an enormous cave with the only entrance at the very top, right under the sewers of Azri, a small Dwarf town. There are various rooms and tunnels constructed of silk, bones, and rocks. When going in, the entrance to the deadweave only goes around 500 feet down to the Main chamber, but going up, it goes on for possibly miles, if it even has a top. The monster that lives in the deadweave is a shapeshifter that looks like whatever the creature that sees it is most afraid of. It feeds off of the terror of all who enter it’s lair, tormenting them for days on end before eating them. Only this monster can exit the deadweave, but it’s tied to the place, and must sleep for a century there before waking up for a year. It must eventually come back, so it never goes too far. One lucky person figured out how to escape it, by grabbing on to it as it was leaving the deadweave, they managed to follow it out.
the true form of this creature, only observable through truesight or if it reveals itself, is of a colossal spider like creature.
legends say the monster fell from the stars millennia ago, falling through the earth all the way to the under dark, and where it landed became the deadweave. When it goes to sleep for a century, it is practically under the effect of a sequester spell.
this creature is one of the shifting, and it had children. These children are called night terrors, which feed off of certain types of fear.
Really intense
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
I'm reworking an old character of mine, one of the first I played on the forums: The Egregore. Originally, he was a hybrid between The Dredge from Dead By Daylight and the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, luring in the unwary with gifts, food, and songs, then feeding off of their fears.
But slowly and steadily, he evolved into a sort of friendly (if creepy and ominous) host, bringing his Black Door to whoever needed it most, feeding and sheltering them until it was safe to leave his pocket dimension. Now, I want to bring back some of his old, horrific flavor.
The Egregore, the Shadow, the Decadent Dark... all these names and more are ascribed to the horror of the Yellow City's Eternal Carnival. When the sun fell for the last time in the Nightmare, fear began to rise. Plants died with no sun. Prey died with no plants. Predators died with no prey. The collapse was here, and there were no Titans to deliver them from this purgatory. They would starve, die, and come back, then starve and die again, forever and ever, ad infinitum. But in terror, there was hope.
Terror is a grim energy, but an energy nonetheless. It was everywhere. So much terror there was, in fact, that it could fuel... a Titan. Some denizens of the Yellow City, formerly the Gold City before the sun fell and it lost its shine, well, they found something to be happy about in this hellish world. The Flesh was an organism living in the sewers, living off of waste. However, its real meal was fear, and with the mass panic of the city above, it grew and grew until the entire sewer system was filled with delicious meat. They could shave pieces off of the Flesh and sell it up above, as long as no one found out where it came from.
Things went well. They sold the meat for cheap, and the Flesh didn't seem to mind. Like an old tree, it sometimes needed trimming. People weren't happy, but the meat was delicious and the body heat from the Flesh, assumed to be the waste rotting, kept the city warm, and even allowed for some "geothermal" energy harvesting to keep the lights on. There were consequences to eating such a being, but they were mostly helpful adaptations such as darkvision and the ability to survive the cold better. They mostly shrugged it off and said that they were simply getting used to the new world they inhabited. But then it happened.
They found out where it came from.
The terror from the days just after Sunfall came back in full force, multiplied as they now knew there was something awful growing under the city, swelling and mutating, infesting their bodies like a swarm of wretched insects. Their terror at the new world wasn't what spawned the Decadent Dark; it was their fear of how they just indulged themselves without thinking. The fear that they'll have to keep eating the meat. Their fear of their hunger. Their Id. Their Shadow. The Monster Inside. And from that spawned their Titan of Guilty Pleasures.
The Egregore stitched together nightmares, meat, smoke, lingerie, gold, whatever indulgences it could get its claws on, and it built a carnival. The Eternal Carnival. Pleasure Island. Dreamland. Oh, what joys it brought. Oh, what guilt.
The Carnival spread to infest most of the town, which at this point was populated by monsters that still pretended they looked like people. The Flesh is served year-round, always in different ways, and this unspoken truth haunts the city folk as they watch carnival-goers stuff themselves with the greatest food in the Nightmare. The Shadow watches over the Carnival, rooting out troublemakers and showing them the wonders and terrors of the world that it seeks out for the Carnival. "Have you tried fried Cezllian Moth? Oh, I insist." "These people would just love to put on a show for you! They're trained in strange techniques!" "What? Oh, of course you would never drink that beer, as you are a gentleman of discerning taste..." "Let me show you what it means to be afraid. After all, terror, pain, and pleasure are all one and the same, are they not?"
"So, you in or out?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I'm reworking an old character of mine, one of the first I played on the forums: The Egregore. Originally, he was a hybrid between The Dredge from Dead By Daylight and the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, luring in the unwary with gifts, food, and songs, then feeding off of their fears.
But slowly and steadily, he evolved into a sort of friendly (if creepy and ominous) host, bringing his Black Door to whoever needed it most, feeding and sheltering them until it was safe to leave his pocket dimension. Now, I want to bring back some of his old, horrific flavor.
The Egregore, the Shadow, the Decadent Dark... all these names and more are ascribed to the horror of the Yellow City's Eternal Carnival. When the sun fell for the last time in the Nightmare, fear began to rise. Plants died with no sun. Prey died with no plants. Predators died with no prey. The collapse was here, and there were no Titans to deliver them from this purgatory. They would starve, die, and come back, then starve and die again, forever and ever, ad infinitum. But in terror, there was hope.
Terror is a grim energy, but an energy nonetheless. It was everywhere. So much terror there was, in fact, that it could fuel... a Titan. Some denizens of the Yellow City, formerly the Gold City before the sun fell and it lost its shine, well, they found something to be happy about in this hellish world. The Flesh was an organism living in the sewers, living off of waste. However, its real meal was fear, and with the mass panic of the city above, it grew and grew until the entire sewer system was filled with delicious meat. They could shave pieces off of the Flesh and sell it up above, as long as no one found out where it came from.
Things went well. They sold the meat for cheap, and the Flesh didn't seem to mind. Like an old tree, it sometimes needed trimming. People weren't happy, but the meat was delicious and the body heat from the Flesh, assumed to be the waste rotting, kept the city warm, and even allowed for some "geothermal" energy harvesting to keep the lights on. There were consequences to eating such a being, but they were mostly helpful adaptations such as darkvision and the ability to survive the cold better. They mostly shrugged it off and said that they were simply getting used to the new world they inhabited. But then it happened.
They found out where it came from.
The terror from the days just after Sunfall came back in full force, multiplied as they now knew there was something awful growing under the city, swelling and mutating, infesting their bodies like a swarm of wretched insects. Their terror at the new world wasn't what spawned the Decadent Dark; it was their fear of how they just indulged themselves without thinking. The fear that they'll have to keep eating the meat. Their fear of their hunger. Their Id. Their Shadow. The Monster Inside. And from that spawned their Titan of Guilty Pleasures.
The Egregore stitched together nightmares, meat, smoke, lingerie, gold, whatever indulgences it could get its claws on, and it built a carnival. The Eternal Carnival. Pleasure Island. Dreamland. Oh, what joys it brought. Oh, what guilt.
The Carnival spread to infest most of the town, which at this point was populated by monsters that still pretended they looked like people. The Flesh is served year-round, always in different ways, and this unspoken truth haunts the city folk as they watch carnival-goers stuff themselves with the greatest food in the Nightmare. The Shadow watches over the Carnival, rooting out troublemakers and showing them the wonders and terrors of the world that it seeks out for the Carnival. "Have you tried fried Cezllian Moth? Oh, I insist." "These people would just love to put on a show for you! They're trained in strange techniques!" "What? Oh, of course you would never drink that beer, as you are a gentleman of discerning taste..." "Let me show you what it means to be afraid. After all, terror, pain, and pleasure are all one and the same, are they not?"
"So, you in or out?"
He’s really cool. And definitely scary. A good choice for Halloween.
Many poems and stories have told of the destruction Charybdis has brought upon the world. She was the daughter of a sea god and Leviathan. The sea god had a rivalry with one of the Angeli. They both played constant pranks or jokes on eachother. This lasted for years, but then it started to escalate. They shook the earth, caused hurricanes, and many other disasters in order to annoy each other. One day, Charybdis tried to help. Using her powers she was granted as a child of the gods, even if she was still young, she sunk an entire city that worshipped and revered the Angelo. This angered them so much that they cursed her, making her monstrous and banishing her to the sea permanently. Her normal, human form was twisted. Her left arm became the head of an eel-like creature, with the lure of an anglerfish and a hideous mouth full of teeth. This head could grow to gargantuan sizes and could create whirlpools large enough to sink many ships at once. Poseidon, seeing his daughter’s hideous new form, abandoned her. She was so filled with hatred and rage that she went on a murderous rampage, killing all humans she could find, sinking legions of ships. Poseidon imprisoned her at the bottom of a certain part of the sea floor, although she still creates whirlpools and devours ships occasionally. Every few decades though, she manages to escape temporarily, and she kills hundreds, even thousands. Often she targets ships owned by worshippers of the Angeli who cursed her, although she has a vendetta against all gods, because all who she seemed the help of rejected her. She plans to join Tiamat and the shifting of Tiamat is ever awakened.
Charybdis is as powerful as a god, and, due to the fact that Tiamat’s and Leviathan’s blood runs through her veins, her monstrous maw has the ability to kill the divine, putting an end to the stories of the unkillable.
*by the way, the poem at the start was from the Charybdis cinematic from SMITE (a video game) and the whole monster arm thing was from there too*
Many poems and stories have told of the destruction Charybdis has brought upon the world. She was the daughter of a sea god and Leviathan. The sea god had a rivalry with one of the Angeli. They both played constant pranks or jokes on eachother. This lasted for years, but then it started to escalate. They shook the earth, caused hurricanes, and many other disasters in order to annoy each other. One day, Charybdis tried to help. Using her powers she was granted as a child of the gods, even if she was still young, she sunk an entire city that worshipped and revered the Angelo. This angered them so much that they cursed her, making her monstrous and banishing her to the sea permanently. Her normal, human form was twisted. Her left arm became the head of an eel-like creature, with the lure of an anglerfish and a hideous mouth full of teeth. This head could grow to gargantuan sizes and could create whirlpools large enough to sink many ships at once. Poseidon, seeing his daughter’s hideous new form, abandoned her. She was so filled with hatred and rage that she went on a murderous rampage, killing all humans she could find, sinking legions of ships. Poseidon imprisoned her at the bottom of a certain part of the sea floor, although she still creates whirlpools and devours ships occasionally. Every few decades though, she manages to escape temporarily, and she kills hundreds, even thousands. Often she targets ships owned by worshippers of the Angeli who cursed her, although she has a vendetta against all gods, because all who she seemed the help of rejected her. She plans to join Tiamat and the shifting of Tiamat is ever awakened.
Charybdis is as powerful as a god, and, due to the fact that Tiamat’s and Leviathan’s blood runs through her veins, her monstrous maw has the ability to kill the divine, putting an end to the stories of the unkillable.
*by the way, the poem at the start was from the Charybdis cinematic from SMITE (a video game) and the whole monster arm thing was from there too*
Ooh, Greek myth, my favorite
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She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Many poems and stories have told of the destruction Charybdis has brought upon the world. She was the daughter of a sea god and Leviathan. The sea god had a rivalry with one of the Angeli. They both played constant pranks or jokes on eachother. This lasted for years, but then it started to escalate. They shook the earth, caused hurricanes, and many other disasters in order to annoy each other. One day, Charybdis tried to help. Using her powers she was granted as a child of the gods, even if she was still young, she sunk an entire city that worshipped and revered the Angelo. This angered them so much that they cursed her, making her monstrous and banishing her to the sea permanently. Her normal, human form was twisted. Her left arm became the head of an eel-like creature, with the lure of an anglerfish and a hideous mouth full of teeth. This head could grow to gargantuan sizes and could create whirlpools large enough to sink many ships at once. Poseidon, seeing his daughter’s hideous new form, abandoned her. She was so filled with hatred and rage that she went on a murderous rampage, killing all humans she could find, sinking legions of ships. Poseidon imprisoned her at the bottom of a certain part of the sea floor, although she still creates whirlpools and devours ships occasionally. Every few decades though, she manages to escape temporarily, and she kills hundreds, even thousands. Often she targets ships owned by worshippers of the Angeli who cursed her, although she has a vendetta against all gods, because all who she seemed the help of rejected her. She plans to join Tiamat and the shifting of Tiamat is ever awakened.
Charybdis is as powerful as a god, and, due to the fact that Tiamat’s and Leviathan’s blood runs through her veins, her monstrous maw has the ability to kill the divine, putting an end to the stories of the unkillable.
*by the way, the poem at the start was from the Charybdis cinematic from SMITE (a video game) and the whole monster arm thing was from there too*
Ooh, Greek myth, my favorite
Thanks! I love mixing mythologies to make new stuff. For example, the seven princes of hell are the children of Tiamat, the goddess of the salt sea, and so is Ratatoskr (magic squirrel) and some other stuff.
mixing mythologies together and adding your own stuff is super fun.
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No actually.
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Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Seems like Wizards of the Coast has been very clear on Deep Dragons and Purple Dragons being the same thing in their canon, but this guy can't let go of how they used to be XD
I am also here.
Am snek.
Oh… but that was just since fourth addition. I say that people should make up their own minds, personally, I think them being different is cooler, but if you think otherwise, OK then.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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The way I put it in my brain is that Purple Dragons and Deep Dragons are the same species of dragon, but slightly adapted to different things, like 5e Deep Dragons being purely underdark, while traditional Purples are those that haven't been fully twisted by the underdark
I am also here.
Am snek.
I love deep dragons. I remember there was one in Dungeon of the Mad Mage.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Deep dragons purple dragons? Also what are those gem dragons?
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
Gem dragons are really cool. They’re predominantly neutral dragons who are named after gemstones. A lot of them have mental powers. They’re in Fizban’s Treasury of Dragons. They are the children of Sardior the Ruby Dragon, who was created as the child of Tiamat and Bahamut and apparently destroyed when the First World shattered.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Ooo, that’s cool.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
the deadweave
the deadweave is an impossibly complex and alien structure, that serves as the lair of a monstrous creature that has no name, but when mentioned, is sometimes referred to as Fear. The deadweave lays in the deepest part of the under dark. It is an enormous cave with the only entrance at the very top, right under the sewers of Azri, a small Dwarf town. There are various rooms and tunnels constructed of silk, bones, and rocks. When going in, the entrance to the deadweave only goes around 500 feet down to the Main chamber, but going up, it goes on for possibly miles, if it even has a top. The monster that lives in the deadweave is a shapeshifter that looks like whatever the creature that sees it is most afraid of. It feeds off of the terror of all who enter it’s lair, tormenting them for days on end before eating them. Only this monster can exit the deadweave, but it’s tied to the place, and must sleep for a century there before waking up for a year. It must eventually come back, so it never goes too far. One lucky person figured out how to escape it, by grabbing on to it as it was leaving the deadweave, they managed to follow it out.
the true form of this creature, only observable through truesight or if it reveals itself, is of a colossal spider like creature.
legends say the monster fell from the stars millennia ago, falling through the earth all the way to the under dark, and where it landed became the deadweave. When it goes to sleep for a century, it is practically under the effect of a sequester spell.
this creature is one of the shifting, and it had children. These children are called night terrors, which feed off of certain types of fear.
Really intense
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Damn, that's pretty scary
I am also here.
Am snek.
Anybody mind if I post the Egre-lore here where it won't get buried?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
I'm reworking an old character of mine, one of the first I played on the forums: The Egregore. Originally, he was a hybrid between The Dredge from Dead By Daylight and the Pale Man from Pan's Labyrinth, luring in the unwary with gifts, food, and songs, then feeding off of their fears.
But slowly and steadily, he evolved into a sort of friendly (if creepy and ominous) host, bringing his Black Door to whoever needed it most, feeding and sheltering them until it was safe to leave his pocket dimension. Now, I want to bring back some of his old, horrific flavor.
The Egregore, the Shadow, the Decadent Dark... all these names and more are ascribed to the horror of the Yellow City's Eternal Carnival. When the sun fell for the last time in the Nightmare, fear began to rise. Plants died with no sun. Prey died with no plants. Predators died with no prey. The collapse was here, and there were no Titans to deliver them from this purgatory. They would starve, die, and come back, then starve and die again, forever and ever, ad infinitum. But in terror, there was hope.
Terror is a grim energy, but an energy nonetheless. It was everywhere. So much terror there was, in fact, that it could fuel... a Titan.
Some denizens of the Yellow City, formerly the Gold City before the sun fell and it lost its shine, well, they found something to be happy about in this hellish world. The Flesh was an organism living in the sewers, living off of waste. However, its real meal was fear, and with the mass panic of the city above, it grew and grew until the entire sewer system was filled with delicious meat. They could shave pieces off of the Flesh and sell it up above, as long as no one found out where it came from.
Things went well. They sold the meat for cheap, and the Flesh didn't seem to mind. Like an old tree, it sometimes needed trimming. People weren't happy, but the meat was delicious and the body heat from the Flesh, assumed to be the waste rotting, kept the city warm, and even allowed for some "geothermal" energy harvesting to keep the lights on. There were consequences to eating such a being, but they were mostly helpful adaptations such as darkvision and the ability to survive the cold better. They mostly shrugged it off and said that they were simply getting used to the new world they inhabited. But then it happened.
They found out where it came from.
The terror from the days just after Sunfall came back in full force, multiplied as they now knew there was something awful growing under the city, swelling and mutating, infesting their bodies like a swarm of wretched insects. Their terror at the new world wasn't what spawned the Decadent Dark; it was their fear of how they just indulged themselves without thinking. The fear that they'll have to keep eating the meat. Their fear of their hunger. Their Id. Their Shadow. The Monster Inside. And from that spawned their Titan of Guilty Pleasures.
The Egregore stitched together nightmares, meat, smoke, lingerie, gold, whatever indulgences it could get its claws on, and it built a carnival. The Eternal Carnival. Pleasure Island. Dreamland. Oh, what joys it brought. Oh, what guilt.
The Carnival spread to infest most of the town, which at this point was populated by monsters that still pretended they looked like people. The Flesh is served year-round, always in different ways, and this unspoken truth haunts the city folk as they watch carnival-goers stuff themselves with the greatest food in the Nightmare. The Shadow watches over the Carnival, rooting out troublemakers and showing them the wonders and terrors of the world that it seeks out for the Carnival. "Have you tried fried Cezllian Moth? Oh, I insist." "These people would just love to put on a show for you! They're trained in strange techniques!" "What? Oh, of course you would never drink that beer, as you are a gentleman of discerning taste..." "Let me show you what it means to be afraid. After all, terror, pain, and pleasure are all one and the same, are they not?"
"So, you in or out?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He’s really cool. And definitely scary. A good choice for Halloween.
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Yay! I did it! I wrote something spooky!
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
amongus
MY BARD CRHOND EVETLON SEDUCES THE BRONZE DRAGON
Mmmm, crunchy math rocks
Rat king, leader of the rat army
Opposed to the scorpion army
MY RP WAR THREAD
Charybdis
There once was a girl who lived in the sea
she’s born from the depths, she’ll never be free
and every fish, each creature and man
who laid eyes on her
was not seen again
Many poems and stories have told of the destruction Charybdis has brought upon the world. She was the daughter of a sea god and Leviathan. The sea god had a rivalry with one of the Angeli. They both played constant pranks or jokes on eachother. This lasted for years, but then it started to escalate. They shook the earth, caused hurricanes, and many other disasters in order to annoy each other. One day, Charybdis tried to help. Using her powers she was granted as a child of the gods, even if she was still young, she sunk an entire city that worshipped and revered the Angelo. This angered them so much that they cursed her, making her monstrous and banishing her to the sea permanently. Her normal, human form was twisted. Her left arm became the head of an eel-like creature, with the lure of an anglerfish and a hideous mouth full of teeth. This head could grow to gargantuan sizes and could create whirlpools large enough to sink many ships at once. Poseidon, seeing his daughter’s hideous new form, abandoned her. She was so filled with hatred and rage that she went on a murderous rampage, killing all humans she could find, sinking legions of ships. Poseidon imprisoned her at the bottom of a certain part of the sea floor, although she still creates whirlpools and devours ships occasionally. Every few decades though, she manages to escape temporarily, and she kills hundreds, even thousands. Often she targets ships owned by worshippers of the Angeli who cursed her, although she has a vendetta against all gods, because all who she seemed the help of rejected her. She plans to join Tiamat and the shifting of Tiamat is ever awakened.
Charybdis is as powerful as a god, and, due to the fact that Tiamat’s and Leviathan’s blood runs through her veins, her monstrous maw has the ability to kill the divine, putting an end to the stories of the unkillable.
*by the way, the poem at the start was from the Charybdis cinematic from SMITE (a video game) and the whole monster arm thing was from there too*
Ooh, Greek myth, my favorite
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
Thanks! I love mixing mythologies to make new stuff. For example, the seven princes of hell are the children of Tiamat, the goddess of the salt sea, and so is Ratatoskr (magic squirrel) and some other stuff.
mixing mythologies together and adding your own stuff is super fun.