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» Firbolg vagabond
DNDRP | MVRP | written by bardlockcafe
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Current level: Druid 20 (3.5e)
art by AnaCarolina_Art
» Firbolg vagabond
DNDRP | MVRP | written by bardlockcafe
» Story & Banter, Happy to plot.
» Current level: Druid 20 (3.5e)
art by AnaCarolina_Art
and prepare a meal while you work." He may not have an appetite now, but Maggie might. "Ah - and a basin of water to clean after your respective ordeals, I think."
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
and prepare a meal while you work." He may not have an appetite now, but Maggie might. "Ah - and a basin of water to clean after your respective ordeals, I think."
"If you prefer a desk, there is one in one of the two rooms on the second floor." After a moment of thought, they add, "It also has more comfortable seating for a second, and a frankly uncomfortable number of mirrors.
I believe I will go to the kitchen on the third floor
I believe I will go to the kitchen on the third floor
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
"If you prefer a desk, there is one in one of the two rooms on the second floor." After a moment of thought, they add, "It also has more comfortable seating for a second, and a frankly uncomfortable number of mirrors.
I believe I will go to the kitchen on the third floor
I believe I will go to the kitchen on the third floor
the size a small child's chair might be.
"The dining room. The space would suit your needs, I think. Writing tools and paper will be in the dresser along the wall, but mind the dust, and perhaps a guest or two."
This time of year, small creatures or spiders always found refuge in this warmth.
"The dining room. The space would suit your needs, I think. Writing tools and paper will be in the dresser along the wall, but mind the dust, and perhaps a guest or two."
This time of year, small creatures or spiders always found refuge in this warmth.
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
the size a small child's chair might be.
"The dining room. The space would suit your needs, I think. Writing tools and paper will be in the dresser along the wall, but mind the dust, and perhaps a guest or two."
This time of year, small creatures or spiders always found refuge in this warmth.
"The dining room. The space would suit your needs, I think. Writing tools and paper will be in the dresser along the wall, but mind the dust, and perhaps a guest or two."
This time of year, small creatures or spiders always found refuge in this warmth.
from a thick core rooted in the floor of the space. Around it are chairs of all heights, one with wooden stairs and a footrest fitting races of smaller stature. Upon the far edge of the tabletop beside the two second-tallest chairs, there was another, far shorter table with a single seat
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
from a thick core rooted in the floor of the space. Around it are chairs of all heights, one with wooden stairs and a footrest fitting races of smaller stature. Upon the far edge of the tabletop beside the two second-tallest chairs, there was another, far shorter table with a single seat
It opens to stairs not carved into the tree, but sculpted so smoothly no mundane means could have achieved it. A brief climb through a tall tunnel brings the trio to a wide, warm dining with high ceilings, lit by unwavering torches which shed no heat.
At the room's center, a massive table sprouts
At the room's center, a massive table sprouts
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
It opens to stairs not carved into the tree, but sculpted so smoothly no mundane means could have achieved it. A brief climb through a tall tunnel brings the trio to a wide, warm dining with high ceilings, lit by unwavering torches which shed no heat.
At the room's center, a massive table sprouts
At the room's center, a massive table sprouts
"A fine idea, and a vital tool. Let me know when you've finished, I think...
I think a plan is beginning to take shape.
There is a dining room table with – well, I might as well show you."
They await the other two by the door that almost resembles a knot in a plank of cut wood.
I think a plan is beginning to take shape.
There is a dining room table with – well, I might as well show you."
They await the other two by the door that almost resembles a knot in a plank of cut wood.
November 7, 2025 at 4:50 PM
"A fine idea, and a vital tool. Let me know when you've finished, I think...
I think a plan is beginning to take shape.
There is a dining room table with – well, I might as well show you."
They await the other two by the door that almost resembles a knot in a plank of cut wood.
I think a plan is beginning to take shape.
There is a dining room table with – well, I might as well show you."
They await the other two by the door that almost resembles a knot in a plank of cut wood.
"I only ask that you do not enter the rooms on the fourth floor. All others are yours to use." All furnished in unique manners - but the former occupants of most would not return.
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
"I only ask that you do not enter the rooms on the fourth floor. All others are yours to use." All furnished in unique manners - but the former occupants of most would not return.
and beside that path lies a well-tended fire pit and the huddles of plants readying for a long winter. The path guides them to a door, and the door grants passage to the trunk of an evergreen of mythical proportions, easily dwarfing any grown without the blessings of a powerful being.
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
and beside that path lies a well-tended fire pit and the huddles of plants readying for a long winter. The path guides them to a door, and the door grants passage to the trunk of an evergreen of mythical proportions, easily dwarfing any grown without the blessings of a powerful being.
"My home is yours, young ones. Stay as long as you need safe haven." Their own choice of words elicits a melancholy smile, but they make no comment of the reason.
The group emerges in a mountainside forest where the trees grow thick, save for this cultivated clearing. Beside them is a trodden path,
The group emerges in a mountainside forest where the trees grow thick, save for this cultivated clearing. Beside them is a trodden path,
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
"My home is yours, young ones. Stay as long as you need safe haven." Their own choice of words elicits a melancholy smile, but they make no comment of the reason.
The group emerges in a mountainside forest where the trees grow thick, save for this cultivated clearing. Beside them is a trodden path,
The group emerges in a mountainside forest where the trees grow thick, save for this cultivated clearing. Beside them is a trodden path,
becomes the chirping of chickadees and nuthatches. There's a chill in the air where before hung a stagnant heat, and when the hutch falls away, piece by piece under their hand, its remnants find clean earth, though far more barren for the season; the will either find new life here or feed it.
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
becomes the chirping of chickadees and nuthatches. There's a chill in the air where before hung a stagnant heat, and when the hutch falls away, piece by piece under their hand, its remnants find clean earth, though far more barren for the season; the will either find new life here or feed it.
they speak a single word in a forgotten dialect of the ancient Druidic tongue. Nothing seems to change, not within, but outside, the voices of nature shift quickly, and beautifully. The burbling bog becomes wind through pine needles, the distant sounds of marching, reanimated beasts
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
they speak a single word in a forgotten dialect of the ancient Druidic tongue. Nothing seems to change, not within, but outside, the voices of nature shift quickly, and beautifully. The burbling bog becomes wind through pine needles, the distant sounds of marching, reanimated beasts
with vibrant green that spreads from toe to tip.
When it's tall enough that even the firbolg can stand within comfortably, the branches connect at a single peak, creating a warm, comfortable dome. As soon as the last branches twine together above them all,
When it's tall enough that even the firbolg can stand within comfortably, the branches connect at a single peak, creating a warm, comfortable dome. As soon as the last branches twine together above them all,
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
with vibrant green that spreads from toe to tip.
When it's tall enough that even the firbolg can stand within comfortably, the branches connect at a single peak, creating a warm, comfortable dome. As soon as the last branches twine together above them all,
When it's tall enough that even the firbolg can stand within comfortably, the branches connect at a single peak, creating a warm, comfortable dome. As soon as the last branches twine together above them all,
As the elves cross the bounds of the circle together, the moss creeps and thickens behind them. Healthy saplings break through the muck and mouldering earth, rapidly forming supports for the moss to climb higher, higher. It nets between each branch, painting over the light of the ruddy moon
November 3, 2025 at 8:15 PM
As the elves cross the bounds of the circle together, the moss creeps and thickens behind them. Healthy saplings break through the muck and mouldering earth, rapidly forming supports for the moss to climb higher, higher. It nets between each branch, painting over the light of the ruddy moon
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Very silly. The sun isn’t tea
November 3, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Very silly. The sun isn’t tea
Every so often they glance at the moon, but they don't rise until the circle is closed and complete and they await the others.
October 29, 2025 at 5:18 PM
Every so often they glance at the moon, but they don't rise until the circle is closed and complete and they await the others.
they say firmly, determined, "and the safest den I could offer. I know it well and the journey will be gentler for it."
They keep drawing, digging out sloping curves that form a simple pattern and fill with growing moss in the wake of their touch.
They keep drawing, digging out sloping curves that form a simple pattern and fill with growing moss in the wake of their touch.
October 29, 2025 at 5:18 PM
they say firmly, determined, "and the safest den I could offer. I know it well and the journey will be gentler for it."
They keep drawing, digging out sloping curves that form a simple pattern and fill with growing moss in the wake of their touch.
They keep drawing, digging out sloping curves that form a simple pattern and fill with growing moss in the wake of their touch.
The druid catches Solas's look of frustrated resignation. In return, they offer him one of sympathy, though they are already in motion, tracing a wide circle in the earth beneath their feet.
"I know it can be unpleasant, and no better for your shock. Once more, but this is the last,"
"I know it can be unpleasant, and no better for your shock. Once more, but this is the last,"
October 29, 2025 at 5:18 PM
The druid catches Solas's look of frustrated resignation. In return, they offer him one of sympathy, though they are already in motion, tracing a wide circle in the earth beneath their feet.
"I know it can be unpleasant, and no better for your shock. Once more, but this is the last,"
"I know it can be unpleasant, and no better for your shock. Once more, but this is the last,"
Whatever this land was, whatever haunted it, felt deeply unnatural, antithetical to all the druid held dear. "Are there more of its kind? We may wish to find or create shelter before we lower our guard."
October 28, 2025 at 7:15 PM
Whatever this land was, whatever haunted it, felt deeply unnatural, antithetical to all the druid held dear. "Are there more of its kind? We may wish to find or create shelter before we lower our guard."
"I will go with you, when the time comes. Many eyes and hands will make shorter work than two, and the forest will lend its aid if asked."
Their eyes don't leave the fading creature for several moments, not until Solas looks their way and they return a humble nod.
Their eyes don't leave the fading creature for several moments, not until Solas looks their way and they return a humble nod.
October 28, 2025 at 7:15 PM
"I will go with you, when the time comes. Many eyes and hands will make shorter work than two, and the forest will lend its aid if asked."
Their eyes don't leave the fading creature for several moments, not until Solas looks their way and they return a humble nod.
Their eyes don't leave the fading creature for several moments, not until Solas looks their way and they return a humble nod.
They stand firm where Solas stumbled. Their ears flick, listening to the world they've come to; the trees here don't speak the language they should and the grasses and reeds sing dissonant songs of encroaching darkness.
Attuning with this strange world would be difficult. For now, they keep watch.
Attuning with this strange world would be difficult. For now, they keep watch.
October 27, 2025 at 2:42 PM
They stand firm where Solas stumbled. Their ears flick, listening to the world they've come to; the trees here don't speak the language they should and the grasses and reeds sing dissonant songs of encroaching darkness.
Attuning with this strange world would be difficult. For now, they keep watch.
Attuning with this strange world would be difficult. For now, they keep watch.
"Sundrinker steuck again. Without able defenders protecting the city...
Well. Suzail was luckier." They huff with frustration, like a bull bothered by a particularly loathsome fly. There's a quiet pain there, though, remembering the missing shield that no longer held that line.
Well. Suzail was luckier." They huff with frustration, like a bull bothered by a particularly loathsome fly. There's a quiet pain there, though, remembering the missing shield that no longer held that line.
October 27, 2025 at 2:42 PM
"Sundrinker steuck again. Without able defenders protecting the city...
Well. Suzail was luckier." They huff with frustration, like a bull bothered by a particularly loathsome fly. There's a quiet pain there, though, remembering the missing shield that no longer held that line.
Well. Suzail was luckier." They huff with frustration, like a bull bothered by a particularly loathsome fly. There's a quiet pain there, though, remembering the missing shield that no longer held that line.
They emerge from another close behind @maggie.sunder.my, gasping softly from the effort of their crossing, and with the quiet shock of such a drastic change in their surroundings.
October 25, 2025 at 10:55 PM
They emerge from another close behind @maggie.sunder.my, gasping softly from the effort of their crossing, and with the quiet shock of such a drastic change in their surroundings.