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July 2nd, 2025:
‘The Astral Cave. Where it all began. I see swirling rainbow lights, surrounding a black void, which I know to be the cave. Something lurks in the cave’s void of infinite darkness, consuming all that enter. something with gleaming red scales and haunting, pure white eyes. “Its just a dream;” I tell myself. “just a dream.” I woke to the morning light, sweating. Just a dream. Yes. That’s all it was. A dream. I sat up in bed, crumpling the white sheets. Through the window a red glow emanated from the tattered curtains. Sunset. I stretched and yawned, making a noise like a strangled cow. Though I wouldn’t know what a cow being strangled sounds like. Im just a kid, right? A hundred-year-old kid, but, still a juvenile for my species. Getting out of bed, I dress in my normal garb. Leggings, white collared shirt, black robes and skirt. Buckling on my dagger along with a needle and vial for drawing blood and testing it in a special case, I left my room. The house was small, with only a few bedrooms, kitchen, and a living room. No bathrooms needed. We don’t make unnecessary waste like humans. Plonking down on a bar stool in our mismatched kitchen, i watch my Younger siblings clattering around, getting their school bags together. I say ‘siblings’ in a loose mannerisms here, seeing that they are’nt even close to my age or physiological make up, giving that two of them are elves, and one is a sort of demon, but we don’t exactly know what he is. I grab the specialized shake from the kitchen’s window. It’s made of ground-up raw meat and blood. You’re probably wondering, “what kind of person would drink that” the answer to that question is “ Nix Seviar, the vampire from hell;”. Yes, that’s true. Im a vampire, and I literally came from hell. I was found in a pit of lava. Finishing the drink, I grab my bag, a modified one that doesn’t interfere with my wings. Stepping out on the yard, I bend my knees, unfurl my wings, and launch myself into the sky. The cold, harsh wind whips against my face as i fly through the clouds on this depressing, drab, January evening. Above the clouds, I squint at the reddish balls of the setting suns as they slowly sink below the horizon. I stop, hovering in midair, as I try to will some color into my pale face, but, no success. I can feel it. The only detail on my face is some reddish-brown freckles, which don’t really match my yellow eyes. Or any other part of my body. I continue on my way and land in the school court-yard. It’s a beautiful arrangement of gothic black buildings with stained glass windows and polished granite gargoyles. The other students mill around the court-yard, waiting for the grating screech of metal on solid bone gong to signal the start of class. Folding in my wings, i withdraw the needle and prick my arm, drawing out a suitable amount of black blood. I drip a bit onto the tester, which reveals my blood count to be 20.8, which is typical for a vampire. Returning the needle to it’s case, I walk towards my classroom door. Suddenly, an arrow whizzes over my head, barely clearing my horns, which are very tall. I reach up and catch the arrow, turning around in the same motion. “ hey Marco.” I say, without much emotion. “Hey!” Marco replies. I throw the arrow back at the gangly teen boy, hanging by one arm on a gargoyle, one arm holding a cross-bow. My arrow plinks against the gargoyle, falling to the ground. “Sorry” i say, grabbing the arrow and flying up next to Marco. I hand him the arrow and perch beside him. “Hello, giant creepy sentient bat;” Marco says jokingly. “ so, Whatya doing?” I say “Oh, nothing much, just arrow practice” “mmm. Could I see that?” He gives me the arrow, and, tying up my stringy red hair into a lopsided bun, i stab the arrow into it, wedging it between my horns, creating a make-shift hair tie. “Har har.” Marco laughs.
July 3rd, 2025:
“yea;” I say. Before Marco gets the chance to reply, a horrible, beautiful, terrible noise screams out of the center of the school complex, as a timed hydraulic arm clashes against the gong. “Well, I gotta go,” I say, and launch myself off the gargoyle. “You still have my arrow!” Marco yells as I race away. With a slight chuckle, I spin round midair, grab the arrow out of my hair, and throw it at him with as much force as I could muster. Marco raises his cross-bow to block it, and it imbeds up to the shaft in the wood. I turn away and fly over several gothic arches, and lots of blocky buildings until I touch down in front of my homeroom class. The second gong hasn’t rung yet, so I gaze for a moment into the tank of water next to the class room, containing three Fire Stars lurking around some sand and parts of dead rodents that the custodian dropped periodically into the tank to feed the Stars. Putting my backpack into a small cubby shimmering with magic, where it disappears in a flash of energy, I step into the classroom, where I try to school my gaunt face into an expression that didn’t make me look like my cat died. Not that I had a cat. The wardens continually refuse my endless begging, bribing, and blackmail for said cat.
July 8, 2025:
though the Wardens have allowed me a Shabnail, which is a sort of Crab-snail combo, that is my dear friend. The wardens try to match the pet to the child’s estimated lifespan, but… estimated is… loose. Where I live, its… a place for magical oddities, etc, so no-one really knows how long we will live, but im estimated to live for several hundred years. Yay?
I step into the classroom, my face still grumpy looking. That’s what happens when you WAKE UP A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD AT SIX PM!! Good riddance to the people who decided to bring hordes of irritable teens together at a ungodly hour. Good riddance.
Purging all comments of this feed, to make room for other content and not clog up Dnd beyonds servers. I will leave the last ten or so posts, but anything before that goes
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I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
To dnd beyond staff: feel free to delete this post, i have the story backed up on my own processors, so delete it if you need digital space for something else. The reason i am not deleting this is that i want people to see this if they want
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I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
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Just so you know, this thread gets updated almost constantly, so keep coming back, as the story keeps unfolding!!
HIT FOLLOW FOR FASTER ACCESS TO ASHALADAN STORY CONTENT AND BONUS CONTENT!!!! BEING A FOLLOWER GIVES BENEFITS!!!!
July 2nd, 2025:
‘The Astral Cave. Where it all began. I see swirling rainbow lights, surrounding a black void, which I know to be the cave. Something lurks in the cave’s void of infinite darkness, consuming all that enter. something with gleaming red scales and haunting, pure white eyes. “Its just a dream;” I tell myself. “just a dream.” I woke to the morning light, sweating. Just a dream. Yes. That’s all it was. A dream. I sat up in bed, crumpling the white sheets. Through the window a red glow emanated from the tattered curtains. Sunset. I stretched and yawned, making a noise like a strangled cow. Though I wouldn’t know what a cow being strangled sounds like. Im just a kid, right? A hundred-year-old kid, but, still a juvenile for my species. Getting out of bed, I dress in my normal garb. Leggings, white collared shirt, black robes and skirt. Buckling on my dagger along with a needle and vial for drawing blood and testing it in a special case, I left my room. The house was small, with only a few bedrooms, kitchen, and a living room. No bathrooms needed. We don’t make unnecessary waste like humans. Plonking down on a bar stool in our mismatched kitchen, i watch my Younger siblings clattering around, getting their school bags together. I say ‘siblings’ in a loose mannerisms here, seeing that they are’nt even close to my age or physiological make up, giving that two of them are elves, and one is a sort of demon, but we don’t exactly know what he is. I grab the specialized shake from the kitchen’s window. It’s made of ground-up raw meat and blood. You’re probably wondering, “what kind of person would drink that” the answer to that question is “ Nix Seviar, the vampire from hell;”. Yes, that’s true. Im a vampire, and I literally came from hell. I was found in a pit of lava. Finishing the drink, I grab my bag, a modified one that doesn’t interfere with my wings. Stepping out on the yard, I bend my knees, unfurl my wings, and launch myself into the sky. The cold, harsh wind whips against my face as i fly through the clouds on this depressing, drab, January evening. Above the clouds, I squint at the reddish balls of the setting suns as they slowly sink below the horizon. I stop, hovering in midair, as I try to will some color into my pale face, but, no success. I can feel it. The only detail on my face is some reddish-brown freckles, which don’t really match my yellow eyes. Or any other part of my body. I continue on my way and land in the school court-yard. It’s a beautiful arrangement of gothic black buildings with stained glass windows and polished granite gargoyles. The other students mill around the court-yard, waiting for the grating screech of metal on solid bone gong to signal the start of class. Folding in my wings, i withdraw the needle and prick my arm, drawing out a suitable amount of black blood. I drip a bit onto the tester, which reveals my blood count to be 20.8, which is typical for a vampire. Returning the needle to it’s case, I walk towards my classroom door. Suddenly, an arrow whizzes over my head, barely clearing my horns, which are very tall. I reach up and catch the arrow, turning around in the same motion. “ hey Marco.” I say, without much emotion. “Hey!” Marco replies. I throw the arrow back at the gangly teen boy, hanging by one arm on a gargoyle, one arm holding a cross-bow. My arrow plinks against the gargoyle, falling to the ground. “Sorry” i say, grabbing the arrow and flying up next to Marco. I hand him the arrow and perch beside him. “Hello, giant creepy sentient bat;” Marco says jokingly. “ so, Whatya doing?” I say “Oh, nothing much, just arrow practice” “mmm. Could I see that?” He gives me the arrow, and, tying up my stringy red hair into a lopsided bun, i stab the arrow into it, wedging it between my horns, creating a make-shift hair tie. “Har har.” Marco laughs.
July 3rd, 2025:
“yea;” I say. Before Marco gets the chance to reply, a horrible, beautiful, terrible noise screams out of the center of the school complex, as a timed hydraulic arm clashes against the gong. “Well, I gotta go,” I say, and launch myself off the gargoyle. “You still have my arrow!” Marco yells as I race away. With a slight chuckle, I spin round midair, grab the arrow out of my hair, and throw it at him with as much force as I could muster. Marco raises his cross-bow to block it, and it imbeds up to the shaft in the wood. I turn away and fly over several gothic arches, and lots of blocky buildings until I touch down in front of my homeroom class. The second gong hasn’t rung yet, so I gaze for a moment into the tank of water next to the class room, containing three Fire Stars lurking around some sand and parts of dead rodents that the custodian dropped periodically into the tank to feed the Stars. Putting my backpack into a small cubby shimmering with magic, where it disappears in a flash of energy, I step into the classroom, where I try to school my gaunt face into an expression that didn’t make me look like my cat died. Not that I had a cat. The wardens continually refuse my endless begging, bribing, and blackmail for said cat.
July 8, 2025:
though the Wardens have allowed me a Shabnail, which is a sort of Crab-snail combo, that is my dear friend. The wardens try to match the pet to the child’s estimated lifespan, but… estimated is… loose. Where I live, its… a place for magical oddities, etc, so no-one really knows how long we will live, but im estimated to live for several hundred years. Yay?
I step into the classroom, my face still grumpy looking. That’s what happens when you WAKE UP A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD AT SIX PM!! Good riddance to the people who decided to bring hordes of irritable teens together at a ungodly hour. Good riddance.
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Abcd
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Abcd
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Abcd
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Ancd
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Abcd
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Abcd
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Hey. Just keeping this up here.
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
I am goign so stop maintainng theis fthread, and it will deteroirate as needed
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Ev0p0 post quallity fod to go down
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Beginning comment purge…
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Purging all comments of this feed, to make room for other content and not clog up Dnd beyonds servers. I will leave the last ten or so posts, but anything before that goes
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
Whew! That sure does feel better! I downloaded the story onto my own processors, so this extension dosent make me feel so clogged
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
I will be leaving this post behind now, so there will not be any more updates or system purges, unless there are a good amount of comments.
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!
To dnd beyond staff: feel free to delete this post, i have the story backed up on my own processors, so delete it if you need digital space for something else. The reason i am not deleting this is that i want people to see this if they want
I have traversed all the outer planes- I have traversed all the inner planes- now I travel to the land of earth to ride an airplane.
-They/Them Pronouns-
If you need lore, spells, heaps of information, come my way!!