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hello!

howdy, folks! i’m pidge, but you can also call me puck! i’m a casual gamer mostly focussed on minecraft builds and dungeons and dragons. i love to talk about my characters and their backstories, so asks are encouraged! beyond that, i’m just a poly/bi/ace nb who likes to scream into the void and practice witchcraft.

merry christmas from me to you. and mothman.

(mostly mothman.)

Character Showcase: Reaver!

been a while since i did one of these, so today i’m gonna talk about one of my old characters. he is a tiefling bard of the folk hero background.

before reaver set out adventuring, he was a woodworker. he grew up in the small town of braenar with his mother and younger sister (who i will talk more about later) and a few close friends. he made instruments, crafting his own lute, and gave performances in the local tavern from time to time. reaver was also quite good with children, sometimes being the only one to get particularly stubborn kids to sleep. he received a dream from a sorceress who had once passed through town, asking for his assistance, and so he set off for adventure.

his younger sister, yamaia, is a blacksmith, fierce and fiery in every sense. she loves to poke fun at her brother, but cares for him deeply. frequently, she wishes he wasn’t so soft as it opens him up to pain time and time again. but she knows she can’t change him, so she does her best to protect him when she can. she still lives in braenar, though she sometimes will travel elsewhere to deliver her goods.

this brings us to corrin.

corrin is a leatherworker and reaver’s childhood sweetheart. more than that, they were engaged before reaver decided to go adventuring. corrin wouldn’t come with him, though reaver asked him many times. they ended up splitting, rather bitterly, and reaver doesn’t think he could face corrin again. needless to say, yamaia doesn’t like him all that much.

after reaver left braenar, he met up with the sorceress, as well as the others she had called. he got a bit distracted by the festivities happening, perhaps more than a bit. to be fair, the other folks wandered off to play games and such, he just got pulled in to something else. well, someone else.

meet alice. she was meant to play at the festival, but her band got attacked on the way there. the other members fled and she was left on her own trying to gather other musicians to play with in a desperate attempt to make things work. she approached reaver and he, ever one to help, agreed. so they set out to find another, stumbling across an elven man with a drum.

he was not a musician, though he pretended to be one because he saw the opportunity for money. he introduced himself as yelboros, and of course reaver was smitten near instantly.

the performance was overall quite good, though yelboros was not particularly skilled. alice and reaver played beautifully together and the crowd loved them.

i don’t have much in the middle, but i do know reaver fell hard and fast for both of them because he’s an absolute puppy of a man. i like to think that they stayed in touch while reaver adventured for a while, growing ever closer. eventually, once he settles back down, i could see him going out with them. basically, i want him to settle down someday with his partners and live happily in a cottage or something somewhere.

Make Zeus with dis

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character time!

alrighty, so, this is not for the campaign i’m building. this is one of my player characters that i didn’t get to use much because that group fell apart. (scheduling is real hard, my dudes. the struggle is real.) she’s a tiefling bard.

this is phelia. she is the only child of lord arxus, a viscount, and was raised with the knowledge that her father would someday marry her off for political gain. this never sat well with her, but she knew it was her duty. fast-learning and clever, phelia had a tongue like a whip and was a quick study. music and storytelling were her specialties, though she was also quite adept at diplomacy and swordplay. she was well-behaved, the picture of nobility, the perfect daughter. and then the day came. her father told her she was to be married, he had promised her hand to an elven earl that she had never met.

she wasn’t ready. so she ran.

she cut her hair and fled from her home. she took a coin purse and a sword, bought herself new clothes, and caught a ride out of town.

her father put out a reward for her return. she was both his child and his most valuable political asset, he wanted her back. as she adventured, she had to avoid suspicion, avoid capture. even her party couldn’t know who she truly was.

(now we get into sideplot i had planned out with the dm but didn’t actually get to have happen.)

eventually, phelia was found out and brought back home. she tried to fight against her father, but in the end, it was her duty to marry the man of his choosing.

still, this wasn’t the end. no, she was to do her duty, marry lord ronan, but the wedding was interrupted. one of the enemies from her time adventuring came bursting in, taking down guard after guard. they knew those little adventurers that had been causing so many issues would be here, easy to take care of. phelia grabbed one of the fallen guards’ swords and engaged. the rest of the party was quick to join, but it was she who got the killing blow.

battered and soaked in blood that was not her own, sword still held firm, phelia stared down her father. she would not marry. not today. not this man. she would choose her own partner. and this was final.

her father could not argue. and so, lord arxus let his daughter go. phelia was free.

midnight d&d post?

yeah, midnight d&d post.

my tired brain decided now was a good time to mention that one of my shops for my new campaign is called the crow bar.

it is a bar.

for crows.

it is not a bar for people.

for people, it is basically like a repairs shop, but the lady who runs it also basically looks after a whole murder of crows.

also she’s cool and has a mechanical hand and is probably a lesbian.

Make Poseidon

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it’s 2am so i’m sharing some of my minecraft builds.

ALSO

for those who may be confused if i mention various gods as poc in my lore

this is not meant to be a direct interpretation of mythology. this is a modern setting and i felt the gods in this setting should reflect the society as a whole.

i know historically they would not have been, but this is a full on alternate sort of thing.

just wanted to clear that up because i know some folks might get confused or offended without context.