I leveled up a level three character to level 10 with no help. I've never done anything like this before on my own(I usually need help with just one level up), so even though its such a small thing, I'm super proud of myself
I leveled up a level three character to level 10 with no help. I've never done anything like this before, (I usually need help with just one level up) on my own, so even though its such a small thing, I'm super proud of myself
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?"
Sooooo, I’m planning on running a PBP for the spooky season, if any of you are interested. It’s basically a murder mystery, think a haunting in Venice or murder on the orient express. I’m using those two as examples because I just watched them like 2 days ago and they were the first things that came to mind.
Sooooo, I’m planning on running a PBP for the spooky season, if any of you are interested. It’s basically a murder mystery, think a haunting in Venice or murder on the orient express. I’m using those two as examples because I just watched them like 2 days ago and they were the first things that came to mind.
Oh, cool. I don’t know if I’ll join though. Are there any class or race restrictions? What level do we start at?
Sooooo, I’m planning on running a PBP for the spooky season, if any of you are interested. It’s basically a murder mystery, think a haunting in Venice or murder on the orient express. I’m using those two as examples because I just watched them like 2 days ago and they were the first things that came to mind.
Oh, cool. I don’t know if I’ll join though. Are there any class or race restrictions? What level do we start at?
No class or race restrictions, and it’s level 7 to start.
Sooooo, I’m planning on running a PBP for the spooky season, if any of you are interested. It’s basically a murder mystery, think a haunting in Venice or murder on the orient express. I’m using those two as examples because I just watched them like 2 days ago and they were the first things that came to mind.
Oh, cool. I don’t know if I’ll join though. Are there any class or race restrictions? What level do we start at?
No class or race restrictions, and it’s level 7 to start.
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?"
Sooooo, I’m planning on running a PBP for the spooky season, if any of you are interested. It’s basically a murder mystery, think a haunting in Venice or murder on the orient express. I’m using those two as examples because I just watched them like 2 days ago and they were the first things that came to mind.
Oh, cool. I don’t know if I’ll join though. Are there any class or race restrictions? What level do we start at?
No class or race restrictions, and it’s level 7 to start.
Hang on, give me a sec.
Ability scores: 141616131113
Are we allowed to reroll ones for stats?
Yep.
also, since i can’t make threads, it’ll probably just be in a PM.
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Wait, DDB does that?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
yep
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
At least it's not a captcha
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Maybe I should talk to a therapist
Someone that can hear me
Every time I try to talk to someone close (someone near me)
They don't hear me (they don't hear me)
Yeah, they don't really hear me (yeah, they don't really hear me
We’ll here’s hoping the website stops thinking you’re a robot
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I leveled up a level three character to level 10 with no help. I've never done anything like this before on my own(I usually need help with just one level up), so even though its such a small thing, I'm super proud of myself
I'm viper, The Ultimate Silly Snake 50/50 whatever I'm saying is a poorly thought-out joke, or something I think makes sense but really doesn't.
i also like being estreeeeeemely chaotic.
I also do commissions! look here for prices!
Good work!
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
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.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Fairies and changelings, with satyrs and harengons in second.
Reborn, followed by Yuan-Ti.
I'm an edgy little monster.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sooooo, I’m planning on running a PBP for the spooky season, if any of you are interested. It’s basically a murder mystery, think a haunting in Venice or murder on the orient express. I’m using those two as examples because I just watched them like 2 days ago and they were the first things that came to mind.
What are y’all thoughts (y’all mean whoever sees this)? It also has two material components, a bed and silk.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Oh, cool. I don’t know if I’ll join though. Are there any class or race restrictions? What level do we start at?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
I would make it sixth level and give the silk a gold cost.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
No class or race restrictions, and it’s level 7 to start.
No one read my fever-fuelled lore dump...
sadge.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Sorry about that, but I had some other ‘priorities’ first, like the spell thing. Sorry.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind. Would 50 GP work, or more?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Hang on, give me a sec.
Ability scores: 12 16 15 17 11 15
Are we allowed to reroll ones for stats?
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Thats super cool. I love spooky carnivals.
Yep.
also, since i can’t make threads, it’ll probably just be in a PM.