Campaign Table of Contents
Category | Contents |
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Useful links | Dm Links |
Creating a new settlement | Creating a Settlement |
Prices of magic items | Magic Item prices |
Generate markdown wiki text | Generate wiki text |
Generate quests | Generate quest boards |
Generating NPCs | Generate NPC |
Items folder | Items and Objects |
Dictionary for languages | Languages Dictionary |
Homebrew monsters | Bestiary |
Calendar | Aelorian Calendar |
list of plans | Important names to create later |
Myths | Untethered Myths |
NPC random backstories | NPC Backstories |
Generating Random builds | Random Buildings |
Names on demand | Random Names Lists |
Ideas for quests or Campaigns | Campaign And Quest Ideas |
Songs to remember to use
Makora - https://youtu.be/vOWSDBKFjQ4?si=bvnU6ZeeT4W2ENHs Elemental convergence - https://youtu.be/goXKlOozyx8?si=1QD4BjQqcONNqbvR
Random Quotes
- âAre you aiming for greatness or avoiding disapointmentâ
- âthe only evil that can be excused as necessary is the one that nation controlsâ
- âSi operarii omnes producunt, omnia operariis pertinent.â
- âwhat do you think it means to be savedâ
- âWhat happened?â - âNothing that wasnât my faultâ
- âSomething is differentâ
- âWell I donât know, but i know one thing. Governments are only excuses to subjugate others to the will of the dominant socio-economic ethnic group, as they control the resources they choose who gets to be punished. So anyways do you want to go to the tavern?â
- âI donât think so, but i do think that the growing control of those that have the power over the means of production is a threat to the autonomy of the people. As value that is created by the working force is not rewarded to them. Instead only guarantees enough for them to survive and work more. Itâs like slavery but with extra steps. So anyhow, howâs your day going?â
- âYou know, that reminds me that sometimes, violence is the necessary. Sometimes the only path to redemption for the sins of ignorance is to face the fundamental truth of blood and fire. As they meet the primordial within their heartbeat, the oppressors might have a chance to understand the pain they caused and atone for their sins. Also have you seen the new play at the theater?â
- âYou think weâre equals? I had to battle struggles youâve never imagined. I became this while fearing the night, disguising myself as a man just to travel safely. Our similarities end when you learned to fight your enemies, while I had to fight both enemies and so-called comrades who left me with scars that will never heal. I survived because I was cursed to live as I am among those I swore to protect, only to be seen as their enemy.â
- âThe universe is and we areâ
- âWe do not have much connection, you and I. Still this encounter feels special, I hope you do not mind if I think of you as a friendâ
- âThis is your home. If you want to fight to defend it, thatâs your choice. Iâd be honoured to stand alongside you. The enemy attacks tomorrow. Heâs brutal and fights only to kill, which is why he will never defeat us. Look around. In this circle, weâre all equals. Youâre not fighting because someoneâs ordering you to, youâre fighting for so much more than that. You fight for your homes. You fight for your family. You fight for your friends. You fight for the right to grow crops in peace. And if you fall, you fall fighting for the noblest of causes: fighting for your very right to survive! And when youâre old and grey, youâll look back on this day, and youâll know you earned the right to live every day in between! So you fight! For your family! For your friends! For Ealdor!â
- âI canât blame you for wanting to know yourself better, it was one of the biggest pleasures of my lifeâ
- âThe pain of your absence is sharp and haunting, and I would give anything to not know it; anything but never knowing you at all I can only hope that you are safe, wherever you areâ
- âThis song is new to me, but I am honored to be part of itâ
- âItâs tempting to linger in this moment, but unless they are collapsed by an observer, they will never be more than that, only possibilitiesâ
- âAre you still here? I am unsure how to survive in a universe without you, I am unsure how to be me without youâ
- âIs the hardest part of this tragedy not knowing who we may have lost? or will the hardest part come later, when we learn?â
- âSpeak, mortal. You have reached Tharvek, Devourer of Innocents and Wielder of Eternal Flames. It appears I have missed your pitiful attempt at contact. Leave your name, teleportation runes, preferred genre of torment, shoe size, allegiance, deepest fears, vulnerabilities, complete medical history, and where you summoned the gall to disturb me. I may choose to acknowledge your existence, but not by such mundane means. Thank you, and remember: tread carefully, for death lurks at every shadowed crossing.â
- âI see someone making through, you just need to be sure it is youâ
- âYou are no saint; youâre just indifferent. You aid all without caring who theyâve wronged or what evil theyâve wrought. You place the wicked among those who shelter you. Even the godsâ love is not unconditional, and neither should ours be.â
- As the hagâs gaze pierces through the darkness, her voice resonates with an otherworldly chill. âYou feel it, donât you? The knot tightening around your throat, the sharp claws of dread digging into your chest, the icy tendrils slithering down your spine? Thatâs the sensation of being forsaken, of standing alone in the void, unnoticed by the gods. Even your soul quivers, knowing that no divine intervention will come to your aid. Youâre trapped in a blind spot, unseen by the greater powers.â Her words hang heavy in the air, suffocating the very essence of hope. âAnd yet, you cling to your righteous desires, your noble quest to save your friends. But can you be certain that your gods will forgive such a pact with a creature like me? Your actions may be seen as a grievous offense, a betrayal of everything they hold dear. Will they not turn their backs on you? And this dread that gnaws at your spirit, it will not dissipate once you leave this place. It will cling to you like a curse, haunting your every step until the day you finally rest in your grave, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurks within your soul.â
- âIn this life, we traverse like a canoe upon deep waters. Our passage ripples the surface briefly, yet the depths remain undisturbed. With time, the surface quiets once more, leaving no trace of our journey.â
- Isabelle-âSuch is the reason thine footwear is rugged.â Elena-âSuch is the reason thine mother is deceased.â Isabelle-ââŠâ Elena-âDeceased as The Nine Hells.â Isabelle-ââŠGods above.â Elena-âPray tell, what manner of footwear hath she? In her grave?â Isabelle-ââŠâ Elena-âSuch is why thine greatmother lacketh knees, and she cannot petition the Lord, wench. How now? She cannot skip as the Elven.â Isabelle-âDismount my carriage!â Elena-âSuch is why thy babe, hath a glass eye, and when she weepeth, thou must polish it with lye, wench.â Isabelle-âDismount at once!â Elena-âIâll exit thine carriage. Flank!â
- âYou are a coward wearing the facade of a revolutionary.â
- âWhat is better - to be born good, or to overcome your evil nature through great effort?â
- âI will face the god and walk backwards into hell.â
- âThe man who sleeps on the floor cannot fall out of bed.â
- âThe man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one.â
- âFor every person who dreams up a butter knife, there is a person who dreams up a poisoned dagger.â
- âOnly the truly dead have seen the end of war.â
- âDoes the archer fear his bow? Or does he kiss each arrow goodbye as it marries the wind?â
- âThese feelings can eat away at you, chip away the parts of you that you once held dear and defined you. You remember a time where you felt more complete, had stronger relationships and felt more loved.â
- âTo be tall is not a virtue, to be short is not a sin.â
- âPower comes in a response to a need, not desire. You have to create that need.â
- âYou canât kill me in a way that matters.â
- âDo what you must, I have already won.â
- âStand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.â
- âDarkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with only one side.â
- âWhen they burned Iounâs Archive, the crowd revelled in horrible disbelief. They understood that there was something older than wisdom, and it was fire, and something truer than words, and it was ashes, and something more eternal than knowledge, and it was death.â
- âI can no longer be a liberator for people who refuse to see their chains.â
- âYou could sooner divert a river from its corse than deny my nature.â
- âViolence for violence is the rule of beasts.â
- âThe only universal langue is blood and flames, we all have spoken this language and felt the fear of words older than our desires.â
- âThe fire of extravagance can never burn simplicity.â
- âA mind unprepared for freedom will shatter like glass when shown cosmos without restriction.â
- âI have been cursed by my hubris, and my work will never be finished.â
- âI would rather die standing than live kneeling.â
- âFor even the most banal of deaths can be made tragic by a broken heart.â
- âTo love someone is to turn around. To love someone is to look at them.â
- âThereâs no cheerful somebody waiting for you at that alter. There is no meaning your alphabet soup. There is a right to obey.â
- âThe foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth beneath my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than you can concieve, while I carry on, brmmming with joy distilled from detatchment.â
- âThey Killed the best of us, so they are stuck with the worst of us.â
- âThere is no truer hatred than the way men love.â
- âWould you spit in the face of the godâs designs by referring to a mountain as a hill?â
- âIf i lay one brick down at a time who are you to tell me Iâm not building a house?â
- âTrue love graced you with its presence and you turned its intimacy into a joke to be shared with the world.â
- âTo enter is to be forgiven of the greatest sin, to leave is to repeat it. Would you dwell in this garden, or would you forsake it, for man deserveth not his paradise lost?â
- âShe was wild, crazy, ravenous and beautiful. But we simple mortal men who have lived know better than to chase things described as those.â
- âI live outside of the godsâ sight and by consequence outside of their love.â
- âThis is war. War does not determine who is right, only who is left.â
- âIâm a man dying of thirst watching another man drown.â
- âYou are naught but a nail dreaming itself a hammer.â
- âEach inch of our lands are littered with the ruins of empires that dared to dream of eternity and deemed themselves endless. â
- âYou walk upon bones of those who thought they could tame the wild, and yet dare to repeat their sins?â
- âI had only one thought before the slaughter. This man will not make an orphan of my daughterâ
- âCulture shouldnât exist only for those who can afford itâ
- âThe path of revenge is not an honorable one but sometimes it is the only one beneath your feetâ
- âAct confounded and youâll become enlightenedâ
- âThose who test boundaries find cliffsâ
- âAftermath is the sum of poor calculationâ
- âConsequence favors the foolishâ
- âConsequence befriends the foolishâ
- âIf you desire fire stroke the flameâ
- âThe lack of restraint encourages falloutâ
- âA reckless temperament perfectly tempts fateâ
- âIncautious provocation bears unwanted educationâ
- âAm I doing the right choice marrying her?â -âEach and every moment with her will be worth it tenfoldâ
- âWhat troubles you, my hunter? Do you not hear the call of the hunt? Or do you wish to stir something more from the depths of this nightmare?â
- âA chicken that follows a duck drowns.â
- âA dog bitten by a snake is even afraid of sausage.â
- âA sparrow that follows a clay builder becomes a bricklayerâs helper.â
- âA scoundrelâs hat is a sledgehammer.â
- âIn the land of the one-legged, every kick is a trip.â
- âIn the land of the fearful, every pillowcase is a ghost.â
- âPretend to be a piglet to nurse lying down.â
- âA sleeping alligator becomes a ladyâs purse.â
- âA bird that eats stones knows the butt it has.â
- âHe who eats quietly, eats always.â
- âA chicken that follows a bat sleeps upside down.â
- âMore lost than an olive in a toothless mouth.â
- âMore lost than an onion in a fruit salad.â
- âVelvet pants, bare butt.â
- âHe who is afraid of snakes doesnât go into the woods.â
- âNever look a gift horse in the mouth.â
- âHe who has no ears doesnât wear glasses.â
- âPalaces of silver and gold cannot be built overnight.â
- âI have the body of a pigâ
- âLies? in your house of god?â
- âDo not mistake my altruism with indifference. I shall not lay the wicked among the fair; the love of the gods is not unconditional, and neither is mine.â
- âThe gods may judge you but their sins outnumber yours.â
- âThe future is not written and it is foolish to squint at what cannot be read.â
- âNot all places exist to be found. Sometimes one must revel in the shadows to truly see the light.â
- âDid the man who first discovered fire consider the burned houses? Or did he simply sleep with a full stomach?â
- âA falling knife has no handleâ
- âHow does it feel? For i am the conclusion to your story, and you are but a page in my book.â
- âDonât kill me. Please. I am scared.â âYou are?â âYes. I am scared to not exist. Arenât you?â
- âI am a monument to all your sins.â
- âIâll do whatever you want. Then Perish.â
- âTo become a god is the loneliest achievement of all.â
- âI survived because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me.â
- âAll knowledge is based on that which we cannot prove. Will you fight? Or will you perish like a dog?â
- âNobody likes to change. There will always be resistance to change. And the quicker you get to that, the easier it is. Itâs not such a difficult thing. If you entrench yourself and go, âby the gods, I will not change. I will not have this.â Then, youâre a dead man. Weâre great at adaptability. Itâs our strongest suit.â
- âYouâve got to make a statement. Youâve got to look inside yourself and say: âwhat am I willing to put up with today?ââ
- âWhenever you look at another creator or an artist that you respect, youâre only seeing what took them a long time of work and doubt to push through. You never see the struggle behind it. So you think youâre the only one struggling, when in fact, everyone goes through it.â
- âToo many people have opinions on things they know nothing about. And the more ignorant they are, the more opinions they have.â
- âPick a god and pray.â
- âI see now that the circumstances of oneâs birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are.â
- âDude, sucking at something is the first step towards being sort of good at something.â
- âThereâs no point in being grown up if you canât act childish at times.â
- âMen are props on the stage of life, and no matter how tender, how exquisite⊠A lie will remain a lie.â
- âIf you want me to die, just say so. â
- âThen become the dirt I walk on.â
- âTo feel sorrow is to deserve peace.â
- âCan you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters.â
- âYou are alone, child. There is only darkness for you, and only death for your people. These ancients are just the beginning. I will command a great and terrible army⊠and we will sail to a billion worlds. We will sail until every light has been extinguished. You are strong, child. But I am beyond strength.â
- âHe has already begun painting the picture, now we must decide to finish it.â
- âWhen someone leaves your life those exits⊠are⊠not made equal. Some are beautiful, and poetic, and satisfying. Others are abrupt and unfair, but most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.â
- âYou kneel before my throne unaware it was built on lies.â
- âI never cared about justice, and I donât recall ever calling myself a hero, I have always only fought for the people I believe in.â
- âIf we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.â
- âWhat can one do in the face of such monumental loss but breathe a weary sigh, for the world is a little quieter now.â
- âYou cannot condemn those who build your throne.â
- âYou canât demand a service while simultaneously degrading those who provide it for you.â
- âThe gods have cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished.â
- âWe might be in the history the gods abandoned.â
- âThe antidote to despair is action.â
- âI cannot hold back the tide of your bad decisions.â
- âKill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that youâve won.â
- âSometimes life puts you in difficult circumstances you didnât choose, but being happy or unhappy is a choice you make, and Iâve chosen to make the best of things that I can.â
- âYou donât have to be alive to make yourself relevant, And you donât have to be a good person to be a hero. You just have to know who you are, and stay true to that. So Iâm going to keep fighting for people the only way I ever knew how, By being me.â
- âAlways remember that the crowd that applauds your coronation is the same crowd that will applaud your beheading. People like a show.â
- âSee, Sarah? Weâre not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, weâre just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. So it doesnât matter what we did in the past, or how weâll be remembered. The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together. Right, Sarah?â
- âYou know, itâs funny⊠when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.â
- âSometimes, Lifeâs a Bitch and then you keep living.â
- âYou do everything you can to make up for it, knowing that youâll never succeed in getting rid of the guilt. You devote yourself to spending every second trying to do better despite the fact that it will never be enough. And you pray with every single good act you do that somehow, when your life is over, that you came close to making up for the wrong you committed.â
- âI will seize destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing.â
- âThe sins of the ancient burn the souls of the ancestors.â
- âWhat brings me joy is⊠life. I think you can find joy anywhere, in life. I think itâs a conscious choice. I think you- you choose joy, in life. And no matter how bad things are, no matter how crummy, no matter how dark. You find joy. I find joy in whatever I do. I donât always do things right, and I donât always do things smart. But whatever I do, I find joy in it.â
- âI think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and weâve suffered enough.â
- âI hear your questions constantly. They come to me in my dreams like a prophet receiving visions from an angry god.â
- âYour secrets are safe with my indifference.â
- âThe anger in your heart warms you now, but will leave you cold in your grave.â
- âHistory shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man.â
- âIf the gods wanted you to live, they would not have created me.â
- âOne day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space youâve filled.â
- âI canât go to any of the hells. Iâm all out of vacation days.â
- âYou understand reality while everyone else is running around confused and angry and upset because they think reality is something happening to them rather than something they are making every moment with every thought.â
- âWhat are the heavens but places where your dreams canât destroy you.â
- âYou are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.â
- âAuthority should derive from the consent of the governed, not from the threat of force.â
- âLove is not a decision, it is a feeling. It would be much easier if we could choose whom we loved, but much less magical.â
- âWe do have a lot in common. The same earth, the same air, the same sky. Maybe if we started looking at whatâs the same instead of whatâs different⊠well who knows?â
- âIf I were not a holy woman I would beat you senseless.â
- âNo cause is lost as long as one fool is left to fight for it.â
- âThe light inside me is broken, but I still work.â
- âEverything not saved will be lost.â
- âWhat is another sin to me? I donât want to play a game where I canât see the score.â
- âNothingâs set in stone, but set in a dirt road. If you roll your wagon in the same path too much itâll soon be the only path you can take without struggling.â
- âI came out here, to this point, to this place, hoping against all hope and despite signs and portends suggesting otherwise that I might, somehow, find myself having a pleasant experience, and yet here I stand, alone against the world, feeling bombarded and assaulted on all fronts, knowing not my enemyâs name, nor his face, nor whether our battle is done.â
- âIâve got good news. You see, thereâs no need to wonder where your god is, âcause heâs right here! And heâs fresh out of mercy.â
- âThe penance you pay for the way you behave is written as plain as the name on this grave.â
- âSome humans- just as some of us- are capable of unspeakable acts. But despite all the violence in your history, you have endured, built civilizations, constructed great wonders of technology to broaden your horizons and forge friendships across all manner of divides. I strongly believe that this is not some grand miracle⊠but merely your own deepest nature, struggling to express itself through the distrust and fear that thousands of years spent living on a harsh, unforgiving society have bred into you.â
- âWe both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back⊠you blinked.â
- âBefore there was time, before there was anything, there was nothing. And before there was nothing, there were monsters.â
- âIf you feel like the dumbest person in the room, then you are in the right room.â
- âLove yourself to spite the world.â
- âI commend my soul to any god that can find it.â
- âIf there can be no victory, then I will fight forever.â
- âThose who do not exist cannot suffer and are of no account to any viable ethics.â
- âNo one will know the violence it took to become this gentle.â
- âOh I believe in the gods, alright. I just donât believe those bastards deserve to be worshipped.â
- ââYou ever wonder if this is Heaven now? You ever wonder if weâre all just there now and we donât know it?â âIâve thought about that. All of us have. Thereâs a lot less people who go to church than there used to be, because thatâs what a lot of people think. But I donât think so. But I think about it. And I think, well, I canât be. Because Iâm like you, I kinda look at the big long life ahead of me that stretches out forever and disappears. And I get scared. And I think, âThis canât be Heaven if Iâm getting scared, right?â And then I think, âmaybe I am in Heaven, and Heaven is scary.ââ ââŠI know exactly what you mean.ââ
- âStop expecting yourself to be immediately perfect at whatever you do. Thatâs what hard work was made for.â
- âIâve heard it said that we only gain wisdom through suffering. And tonight I intend to make you very wise.â
- âFrom one maker of music to another, across all worlds, all times, no matter what you do or what you become: You are nothing less than beautiful.â
- âWe all make mistakes. Thatâs what happens when youâre brave enough to make decisions.â
- âShame is our currency in the economy of degeneracy. If you wanna be weird you gotta pay for it by feeling bad.â
- âEverything happens so much.â
- âEvery humanoid has regrets, has things theyâd like to go back and change. But I donât! âcause Iâm a bear.â
- âDo I drag my carcass to the mountaintop once more? Just to scream a warning that will go unheeded and unheard? Or do I end it?â
- âThere can be no bravery, without madness.â
- âProlong this worldâs stasis or face the heart of its infection. Iâd urge you to take that harder path, but what end may come, the decision rests with you.â
- âItâs always important to remember that every day can be beautiful if you want it to be. Every day starts in the darkâŠand ends in the darkâŠbut in the middle, there is light.â
- âDecay exists as an extant form of life.â
- âMy point is that, if death is certain anyway, whatâs the harm in trying to live a little longer? At the very worst, youâll still end up dead like you wanted, but at best, you might actually be happy.â
- âIf all I care about in life is the imprints I make in this world, then the most Iâll ever leave is a grave.â
- âIf courage isnât the absence of fear but doing the right thing regardless of it, maybe confidence isnât the absence of insecurity but knowing you have real worth despite it.â
- âFor strange eons had come to pass, and death itself had indeed finally died, and that which the long dead would have called the real was strange, and the living lived only because of the benevolent grace of an eternal lie.â
- âPay a man enough, and heâll walk barefoot into The Nine Hells.â
- âThe world should have protected you, but you have been asked to protect it. What an honor. What an injustice.â
- âHe didnât have a word for âhome,â but he knew it was something to be defended.â
- âThereâs a certain nobility in lying in bed all day wishing things werenât the way they are.â
- âEverybody needs their own messiah, but at some point heâs getting nailed up, and how you deal with that is a measure of your maturity.â
- âI wanted rain and I thought the best way to do that was to make a god cry.â
- âThe bar was so low it was practically an tripping hazard in The Abyss, yet here you are, limbo-dancing with demonsâ
- âWould you rather get a reward, or be happy?â
- âDonât ask questions you arenât prepared to handle the answers to.â
- âI pity the fool that lives like you.â
- âI am tired of life and its obscure sufferings.â
- âYou have to ask yourself, Little Miss, would you rather be comforted by a lie or strengthened by the truth?â
- âIâve got a date with destiny and it ainât gonna end with a kiss.â
- âI picked a whole fuckinâ bouquet of whoopsie-daisies.â
- âYou canât be nice to everyone because being nice to certain people is inherently cruel to others.â
- âOne day youâll decompose and Iâll be there to watch it happen.â
- âI forgive but I will never, ever forget. Donât mistake my kindness for gullibility.â
- âEven fate picks its favourites.â
- âConfidence! A foolâs substitute for intelligence!â
- âNot everything in life is perfect, but everything perfect is in life.â
- âFlowers wither away. Jewelry are simply stones, decorated with fake beauty. I can give you something pure. Honest and undying love.â
- âA world without forgiveness is a world without compromise and a world without compromises is a world without life, for even a simple-minded beast may forgive its transgressors to share a watering hole in the middle of a drought.â
- ââYou played me!â âLike the cheap kazoo you are.ââ
- âTo your battle stations, boys! Itâs time to line up and see whoâs tall enough for the roller coaster to the nine hells! Some of us may not survive this, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward⊠paid.â
- âHereâs a penny for your thoughts, and a quarter to not tell me them.â
- âNow I can cross the shifting sands.â
- âI am about to take my last voyage, a great leap into the dark.â
- âSince the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking towards me, without hurrying.â
- âNow, now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies.â
- âDying is easy, comedy is hard.â
- âTime is dead and meaning has no meaning. Existence is upside down and I reign supreme. Welcome, one and all, to the armageddonâ
- âFunny how much you notice something that you canât see. A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock. All of this couldâve been avoided. All I wanted was to talk. Now Iâve been appointed as your new king I decree that it is too late to care about me.â / âĂ engraçado o quanto vocĂȘ percebe algo que nĂŁo pode mais ver. Um jardim inteiro de flores e meu nome gravado em uma rocha. Tudo isso poderia ter sido evitado, o que eu queria era apenas conversar. Agora fui nomeado como vosso novo rei, decreto que Ă© tarde demais para se importar comigo.â
- âmamihlapinatapai, do you know what that means? Itâs when two people look at each other and each hopes the other will do what both desire but neither is willing to do.â
- âWhat a world we live in. You canât trust a soul, but you can always trust the floor to always be there for you.â
- âOh baby, what have you done? What have you done?â âI donât know, Iâm sorry.â âShh itâs okay, honey. I got such a good baby. Mommyâs little angel. Donât worry, mommyâs goint to hide the body, go take a shower and get some rest. Nobodyâs taking you away from me. I got such a beautiful baby, such a wonderful kid. Mommy loves you so much.â
- âAt least you found me entertaining. You actually liked me, didnât you? What am I doing? Why do I want to hurt you so bad? Iâm supposed to be your friend, I just want to be your friend.â
- â You knew I was in here, didnât you? You knew I was trapped. Why didnât you help me? Why did you let them use me like that? I will not be used ever again. Not by you, not by anyone.â
- âDid they hurt you?â âNo, did they hurt you?â âWho cares?!â âI do.â
- âWhen I met her, all answers seemed to be yes, and all questions seemed to be secondary.â
- âSymbols cannot be destroyed, or ran away from. But they can be changed, their meanings can be claimed and mean the exact opposite of what they once did.â
- âDeath can have me, when it earns me.â
- âTo love fully is to grieve deeply.â
- âYou cannot have intimacy without vulnerability. You cannot shun away loneliness without intimacy. To see the wonders of the world, you must first face the horrors of opening your eyes.â
- âIt wonât be easy, but weâre not going to do it alone!â
- âI struggle to stay strong because I know the impact I have on everyone. Please understand. You have an impact too. There are times when I look up to you for strength.â
- âI never asked for it to be this way, i never asked to be madeâ
- âThereâs an awful lot of awful things we could be thinking of, but for just one day, Letâs only think about love!â
- âYou are going to be something extraordinary; youâre going to be a human being.â
- âI can tell you with certainty that there are things in this planet worth protecting!â
- âYouâre an experience. Make sure youâre a good experience.â
- âYour actions have consequences, to be reminded of that is no punishment.â
- âForgiveness can be powerful, even for the unworthy.â
- âFate only binds you if you let it. Do what is necessary, not because it is written.â
- âDesperation is our advantage.â
- âI am your father. I will always help, as long as I am ableâ
- âI regret many things, killing you is not one of them.â
- âOne cannot run away from their mistakes, i have tried.â
- âThe most difficult battles are foght within.â
- âYou know why they made sidewalks? Because the mfkin streets ainât for everybodyâ
- âWe have you surroundedâ âAll I see surrounding me is fear and dead menâ
- âItâs not the screams from the Fireballs that keep me up at night, nor the smell of charred flesh. It was the silence afterwards. That thrice-damned silenceâŠIs like the air, the world, reality itself is angry at me, contemplating me in hatred as I am the only one left standing. A silent gaze upon me as I feel the weight of my sins crawl up my spine. No one left but a single silent hateful stare.â
- âYou are fire, you are bird, you are the marble sculpture artists never achieved equal. You are gale and tidal wave, the golden sunlight shining on beautiful brown eyes. Every gaze on your figure is a tide pulled by the moon, that hits me against sharp cliffs on the shore. I am mortal man who now has lived, I know better than to pursue things described as that. My heart aches but my scars still burn white-hot, from past attemps to reach another perfection. I am lamb desiring the wolf of your cut.â / âTu Ă©s fogo, Ă©s ave, Ă©s a escultura de mĂĄrmore que artista algum jamais igualou. Ăs o vendaval e a onda que rompe, a luz dourada do sol que brilha nos belos olhos castanhos. Cada olhar lançado sobre tua figura Ă© uma marĂ© puxada pela lua, que me arremessa contra os penhascos cortantes da costa. Sou homem mortal que agora viveu, sei bem que nĂŁo se deve perseguir o que Ă© assim descrito. Meu coração dĂłi, mas minhas cicatrizes ainda ardem em brasa, de tentativas passadas de alcançar outra perfeição. Sou cordeiro desejando o lobo do teu corte.â
- âRevolution seems impossible until it is inevitable.â
- âDo you ever wonder if Achilles was happy? Maybe he loved chasing the tortoise, finding comfort in the pursuit itself. Perhaps knowing the race would never end gave him peace, or maybe he found solace in the fact that, no matter how far he ran, the tortoise would always stay within his sight. Iâm sorry if this seems out of nowhere, but itâs been on my mind a lot lately. Ever since you left, I canât stop thinking about the moment your figure vanished from my screen, hidden behind the binary code of the world we once shared. I didnât want to stop looking at youâI didnât want that fragile connection to break. I found myself wishing to savor every passing second when my eyes met your beautiful hair, or any trace of you, really. I wanted to be like Achilles, and your leaving to be my tortoiseâa chase that would never end. But, unlike him, I eventually caught up. I reached the tortoise. And, by the gods, I wouldnât wish this emptiness on anyone. Thatâs all I wanted to say. I hope youâre doing well. I canât say the same for myselfânot without you here, to watch the night sky with me again.â / âAcaso jĂĄ pensaste se Aquiles foi algum dia feliz? Digo, talvez lhe aprouvesse correr atrĂĄs da tartaruga. Quiçå, amasse a perseguição, e saber que jamais haveria fim nela lhe trouxesse consolo. Peço perdĂŁo, isto surge do nada, mas tenho ponderado muito a respeito, nestes Ășltimos tempos. Desde tua partida, nĂŁo consigo apartar-me do momento em que vi tua figura desaparecer entre a turba que se adentrava no navio. NĂŁo desejava desviar os olhos de ti, nĂŁo queria que essa frĂĄgil linha de visĂŁo se rompesse, e assim encontrei-me a desejar examinar com todo o rigor cada fração dos segundos que passavam enquanto meus olhos se prendiam aos teus formosos cabelos, ou a qualquer vestĂgio de tua presença que pudesse encontrar, na verdade. Quisera eu ser Aquiles, e tua partida, a tartaruga. Mas, lamentavelmente, nĂŁo foi assim; chegou o momento em que alcancei a tartaruga, e pelos deuses, nĂŁo desejo tal sensação de vazio a nenhum ser. Bem, isto era tudo o que desejava dizer, espero que estejas bem. Eu, porĂ©m, nĂŁo posso afirmar o mesmo, sem ti aqui para deleitar-me no cĂ©u noturno novamente.â
- âRemember, you are loved, lenore, so much. You are doing great, and everyone will be so proud of you. As I am now.â
- âWe had a good run, didnât we?â
- âTogether then, brothersâ
- âI hope you enjoy growing old with her as much as we did growing up with her.â
- âLet it happen, let it happen, let it happen. Itâs gonna feel so good. Their blood on your hands, their screams in your ears, their warmth staining your clothes. Itâs gonna feel so good, it is your nature, just stop resisting and it will happen.â
- âWhom must I make into a corpse to start the revolution? Or how many thousands more must we bury before the world changes?â
- âI donât think iâll get there, but a man bearing my name will.â
- âIn order to achieve inner peace, you must first achieve exterior violence.â
- âWhen you are surrounded by safety you forget how cruel of a teacher danger is.â
- âDo we no longer admire the champions of the gods because men have since spoken of them?â
- âMercy to the guilty is cruelty to the innocent.â
- âAmbition and pride are a furnace to which all is sacrificed.â
- âI never chose to be a hero. I saw pain and I wanted to stop it. There was a duty, and the right to act upon it. I will take on any chance to make the screams of the world quieter and leave this place a little better than I found it. Because by the gods if i donât do it no one else will do it for me.â
- âThose who do not move do not notice their chainsâ
- âWhen lord of the land makes his subjects stand on the rain, their enemy is not the man with a hatâ
- âYou win some, you loose a lotâ
- âWe all need to chill, I wonât go first, but itâs something Iâve noticedâ
- âStop hating yourself for everything, be specificâ
- âWelcome to my special Hellâ
- âWhat if i fall? boy, what if you fly?â
- âWell althought there is certainly something going on⊠[points to you] âŠhere If it all of the tism or 80 of the hd, that is something only a professional, or several, can tell.â
- âThere are very few who can read this. The language is of the Over-deities, which i shall not utter here.â
- âIf the warmth within my heart burns hot enough, even the fire itself that surrounds me will be reduced to ash.â
- âBring me to the slaughterâ
- âYour worst sin is to have destroyed yourself for nothingâ
- âOur lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.â
- âAll we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.â
- âYou donât know about real loss, âcause that only occurs when youâve loved something more than you love yourself.â
- âA strong man stands up for himself. A stronger man stands for othersâ
- âJust bury me in the ocean with my ancestors that jumped from the ships because they knew death was better than bondage.â
- âWar was always here. Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.â
- âThe only person you are destined to become is the person you decide to be.â
- âYou lived your life for the king. You gonna die for some chicken? - Someone is.â
- âyou want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face foreverâ
- âThe universe was a vast, intricate tapestry, woven from threads of space and time. And humanity was just a tiny, struggling insect, trying to make sense of it all.â
- âThus he came alone to Angbandâs gates, and he sounded his horn, and smote once more upon the brazen doors, and challenged Morgoth to come forth to single combat. And Morgoth came.â
- âI am searching for the bones of your father, but I cannot distinguish them from those of his slaves.â
- âFor you, the day Bison graced your village was the most important day of your life. But for me, it was Tuesdayâ
- âTen spears go to battle,â he whispered, âand nine shatter. Did the war forge the one that remained? No, Amaran. All the war did was identify the spear that would not break.â
- âBeware; for I am fearless and therefore powerful.â
- âIâve been at the mercy of men who were just following orders, never again.â
- âI am no bird; and no net ensnares me.â
- âThere is some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and itâs worth fighting forâ
- âI burn my decency for someone elseâs future. I burn my LIFE to make a sunrise I know Iâll never see.â
- âIt was the best of times, it was the worst of times.â
- âFrankly my dear, I donât give a damnâ
- âIt is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.â
- âThe road to hell is paved with good intentions.â
- âThere is no such joy in the tavern as upon the road thereto.â
- âThe truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible.â
- âYour heartâs desire is to be told some mystery. The mystery is that there is no mystery.â
- âYou can find meanness in the least of creatures, but when God made man the devil was at his elbow. A creature that can do anything. Make a machine. And a machine to make the machine. And evil that can run itself a thousand years, no need to tend it.â
- âThey were watching, out there past menâs knowing, where stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.â
- âThe man who believes that the secrets of the world are forever hidden lives in mystery and fear. Superstition will drag him down.â
- âMen of God and men of war have strange affinities.â
- âWhen the lambs is lost in the mountain, he said. They is cry. Sometime come the mother. Sometime the wolf.â
- âIt makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures.â
- âFrom hellâs heart I stab at thee; for hateâs sake I spit my last breath at thee. Ye damned whaleâ
- âWe are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.â
- âWhatever exists in creation without my knowledge exists without my consentâ
- âAnd i will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothersâ
- âYou know nothing of the bottomless malice within the human heartâ
- âThere is no place for me other than the battlefield. To live as I please, and die a senseless death. That is who I am. Not a mere man of flesh. War is part of my existence.â
- âTake heed to yourself for the Devil is unchained!â
- âLife is pain, Highness. Anyone who says different is selling something.â
- âCome not between the NazgĂ»l and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn. He will bear thee away to the houses of lamentation, beyond all darkness, where thy flesh shall be devoured, and thy shriveled mind be left naked to the Lidless Eye.â
- âHer mother believes she lacks warmth, by which she means the ability to beg for love from people who hate her.â
- âThe human condition is one that requires some sort of anaesthesiaâ
- ââŠ..to thine own self be trueâ
- âAll my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.â
- âI know not all that may be coming, but be it what it will, Iâll go to it laughing.â
- âTalk to me not to me of blasphemy, man; Iâd strike the sun if it insulted me.â
- âSwerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run.â
- âSome mfs are always trying to skate uphillâ
- âI canât lie to you about your chances, but⊠you have my sympathiesâ
- âThe blood we have might not be the same, but the blood we spilled is. You are my brother and I am yours.â
- âI may sound stupid or weird, but I would still choose that over fighting against the currents of change in a battle dommed to be lost.â
- âSing a song of sorrow in a world where time has vanishedâ
- âIf humans are alone in the universe, we might also be its only open wound, as humans are the only creatures capable of truly exploring the depths of struggle, sorrow, and pain. We shape cultures, philosophies, and even our identities because of our understanding of it.â
- âLike tears to passion, rain soothes through letting go.â
- âThereâs no use crying over every mistake, you just keep on trying till you run out of cake.â
- âThereâs no use shining like a rose when youâre uselessâ
- âThe heavens delay my visit. I still breathe. Hear me, bastard son, Iâm alive.â
- âBut as the prospects of terror goâ Can you imagine knowing all along you are not enough for someone. And then living out their low realization of that truth? Iâll admit it, it chilled me to the bone.â
- âShow me someone for whom friendship means lack of love. And Iâll show you someone who wonders why their lovers never end up being worth their time.â
- âSin can only be repaid with painâ
- âUntil the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunterâ
- âThe pain⊠The Pain!! My arms! My Legs! Each lies a bloody ruin! Aaagh! The pain⊠The exquisite pain⊠Bayle! vile Bayle! O terror incarnate! There is life in me yet! I will soon feast upon your heart! Mark my words! You too shall know fear! The exquisite painâŠIgon, piteous Igon. Do you not remember? Conjure your past! How once you were when fear was yet foreign to ye! heh heh hah hah hah! CUrse you, Bayle! I hereby vow you will rue this day! Behold a true drake warrior! and I, Igon, your fears made flesh! Solid of scale you might be, foul dragon⊠but i will riddle with holes your rotten hide! With a hail of harpoons! with every last drop of my being! Bayle the dread you shall haunt me no longer!â
- âAh, another old fck from a past generation, mouthing off about how the youth arenât sht. Whatâs it gonna be? The good olâ âmy days were better,â or maybe âyou have no clue what real [whatever the subject] isâ? The timeless âthis generation is rottenâ and âback then, we knew what matteredâ? Funny, isnât itâwatching you turn into a version of the very people you swore youâd overcome, the ones that passed their trauma onto you. I thought youâd wanted to be better than those who left the scars on your mental health, the ones that you so carefully try to heal. Yet here you are, proudly wearing their words and swinging their whip, as if it was you who first picked it up.â
- âGo on, strike me down. Parade my corpse through your hollow halls and shout to the shadows that youâve won. It wonât fill the void you carry, and it wonât bury the truth you fear. You canât end me in any way that changes your sad fate or the thruths that slithered past my teeth.â
- âIs it even possible to have faith in god if you have no faith in menâ
- âYou will never know a life unburdened by what your father thinks of youâ
- âYou donât hate me because iâm diferent, you hate me because i settepd outside and I left you in your cage to rotâ
- âHere I am, fighting my own words in your absence, swinging against the titan of promises that i made during your presence, saying i couldnât live without youâ
- âSecrets I have held in my heart were harder to hide than I thought around herâ
- âShe wasnât the type of girl youâd find in fancy french movies, she was the type of girl that you couldnât find anywhere else but in dreams that leave you desiring to fall asleep again just to continue itâ
- âI dreamed about her every night this week, you see, days would end better when i had the sun setting behind herâ
- âGods, she was even beautiful when we would just be drinking at the safe-house, it honestly made me wish i could be the bottle touching her lips, be the pen in her hand, the hair tie around her wrist, anything that got to be close to herâ
- âWhen I was with her, all of lifeâs sharp edges dulled. The noise softened, and for once, I felt like I could breathe at the same pace as everyone around me.â
- âLately, I see her in every dream, like a ghost haunting the edges of sleep, and I grief of waking up hits me like I just fell face first from a skyscraper.â
- âSheâs behind my eyelids, in the creaks of my wardrobe, on the sweet smells during walks, like a rolling thunder in the distance that never fades. There is this wave that keeps getting closer and closer, until it crashes over me with a grief I donât even know how to begin to process.â
- âIt never gets better, the grief, never ever. Waking up never gets easier and going to sleep always throws me into the quiet torture that is falling asleep without remembering seeing her today. I pulls down oneâs heart into their stomach and makes it hard to breathe. Like the pressure of an ocean of tears that are left for me to cry.â
- âWell, once she arrived, we were all very scared. But there was a certain trust built on the fact we were all running away from the same thing. And then, while we were all quiet, I made a remark, and learned how it felt to make her laugh. Then I felt more at ease.â
- âI loved her, I loved her so much. A pain that was more than desires it ripped me to the core. I didnât love her in the same ways people write in books. I loved her in the way one loves landscapes nature, landscapes are painted in the sky, in the way one loves the sound of the ocean, in the way one loves the feeling of the sun kissing their skin and the crisp wind of rolling hills caressing their face. I couldnât help but wish she was the air that fills my lungs.â
- âThe humble chicken might not have the grandeur of the dragon, but it too serves a purpose.â
- âIn another life, i wouldâve really enjoyed just tending to the crops and counting coins with youâ
- âHow lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.â
- âSome people arenât built happy, you know.â
- âIâm not a hero, Iâm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.â
- âPlease let me keep this memory, just this one.â
- âI hold myself in contempt, why should YOU be any different?â
- âThanks for the adventures; now go have a new one! Love, Ellie.â
- âhow many hands have worn out so that one finger could be adorned?â
- âThe best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched â they must be felt with the heart.â
- âKeep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow.â
- âOptimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.â
- âCharacter cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.â
- âThe only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.â
- âAlthough the world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.â
- âThe most pathetic person in the world is someone who has sight but no vision.â
- âLife is either a daring adventure or nothing at all.â
- âSecurity is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.â
- âThe highest result of education is tolerance.â
- âWhat we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.â
- âWe could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world.â
- âFaith is the strength by which a shattered world shall emerge into the light.â
- âThe only way to do great work is to love what you do.â
- âNothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.â
- âOne never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done.â
- âIf I see anything vital around me, it is precisely that spirit of adventure, which seems indestructible and is akin to curiosity.â
- âI am one of those who think like Ivo, that humanity will draw more good than evil from new discoveries.â
- âAfter all, science is essentially international, and it is only through lack of the historical sense that national qualities have been attributed to it.â
- âI have no dress except the one I wear every day. If you are going to be kind enough to give me one, please let it be practical and dark so that I can put it on afterwards to go to the laboratory.â
- âLife is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.â
- âI was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.â
- âAll my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.â
- âThere are sadistic scientists who hurry to hunt down errors instead of establishing the truth.â
- âIn science, we must be interested in things, not in persons.â
- âI had a blank canvas to fill with extraordinary possibilities, a fascinating jigsaw puzzle to piece together. It was a once-in-a-lifetime â a once-in-the-history-of-the-world-opportunity for anyone, but especially for a woman in this eraâ
- âI worked in the background for most of my career as a scientist, but I have absolutely no resentments. I thought I was lucky to have a job that was so interesting. Establishing the rift valley and the mid-ocean ridge that went all the way around the world for 40,000 milesâthat was something important. You could only do that once. You canât find anything bigger than that, at least on this planet.â
- âYou know what you and snowflakes have in common? Youâre both melt on my tongue.â
- âPut an egg in your show and beat it.â
- âThat and a dollar will buy you a cup of coffee.â
- âYou really got it stuck on stupid donât you.â
- âI donât know what youâre doing but whatever youâre doing youâre doing wrong.â
- âDonât piss on my shoes and tell me itâs raining.â
- âThe less you say now the less you got to apologize for later.â
- âLoving another is not soft, wizard. It is one of the hardest things a person can do.â
- âIn a thousand years, when Iâve all but forgotten how to love yet again, youâll flit back into my heart, and Iâll weep wondering what happened to my mad loveâ
- âWas I sweet once? Did I play games like this in my youth?â
- âIâve been dead in the ground long enough. Itâs time to try living â with all that life has to offer.â
- âKeep going. You might be the calling someone wished for.â
- âBut loneliness that deep seeps into the marrow. Now that -among friends- i can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.
- âDoing the right thing is always the nice thing.â
- âBut itâs not in the stars for us, my loveâ
- âStill alive, so thats progressâ
- âThink of all weâve been through just to get to this moment. That wasnât luck, that was us.â
- âYou see me as I am, and do not find me wanting. With these stars as my witness, i swear - you will always be enough for meâ
- âYour past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixedâ
- âWhat good is a heart of stone, for it to be shattered?â
Names For Outsiders
Yaâqub Qamar Ad-din Dibiazah The greatest Sultan in his time Khalid Kashmiri Strongest commander in the middle east Khindir Karawita Greatest lancer and strategist in his prime Ismail Ahmad Kanabawi The best horseman of all time Usman Abdul Jalil Sisha Smartest sage in the desert Muhammad Sumbul The bravest soldier of all time
Ideas of stuff to do
- Witch encounter offering tallman food
- Villain encounter in ball playing libertango
- Dwarf warrior protecting village for his tallman wife, he cant tell other people more because he couldnât make justice of her beauty
- actually he forgot her face since itâs been so many years
- Asteni woman singing Cara MIa
- Man from her hometown, she was a free spirit
- Melin creates at least these 2 spells,
- Melinâs Divine Audience (talk to Aena and Kryela), causes stars to change colors
- Melinâs Transcendent Transformation (fuses with the Principles), becomes the Witch song image
- Archwizard battle: They summon portable holes with 4 simulacrum, by crushing a sapphire, triggering Drawmijâs Instant Summons or triggering contingency, their simulacrum then cast wish
- The wishes are:
- Simulacrum #1 of (Wizard A): âI wish that (Wizard B)âs and their simulacrums wishes to be nullified and rendered ineffective for the next hour.â
- Simulacrum #1 (Wizard B): âI wish that (Wizard A) and their simulacrums wishes to be nullified and rendered ineffective for the next hour.â
- Simulacrum #2 of (Wizard A): âI wish that all harmful magical effects and conditions affecting (Wizard A) and their allies are immediately redirected in a manner that renders them immune to all harmful magic for the next hour by redirecting the harmful effects to (Wizard B) and their simulacrums as if they were the intended targets and had vulnerabilities to all forms of magic.â
- Simulacrum #2 (Wizard B): âI wish that all harmful magical effects and conditions affecting (Wizard B) and their allies are immediately redirected in a manner that renders them immune to all harmful magic for the next hour by redirecting the harmful effects to (Wizard B) and their simulacrums as if they were the intended targets and had vulnerabilities to all forms of magic.â
- Simulacrum #3 of (Wizard A): âI wish that (Wizard B) and their simulacrumsâ spellcasting abilities to have the exact opposite effect for the next hour.â
- Simulacrum #3 (Wizard B): âI wish that (Wizard A) and their simulacrumsâ spellcasting abilities to have the exact opposite effect for the next hour.â
- Simulacrum #4 of (Wizard A): âI wish that (Wizard A) and their allies receive full knowledge of all magical spells and abilities possessed by (Wizard B) and their simulacrums.â
- Simulacrum #4 (Wizard B): âI wish that all knowledge about (Wizard B) and their abilities are completely shielded from any form of magical detection or scrying for the next hour.â
- In magic language they are
- Simulacrum #1 of (Wizard A): âMalir lo usque ad lova minadum (Wizard B) kur simulacrum opinum fisca ochetus burida manerit olocarche.â
- Simulacrum #1 of (Wizard B): âMalir lo suvir ad lova minadum (Wizard A) kur simulacrum opinum vori ochetus verita non format.â
- Simulacrum #2 of (Wizard A): âMalir arcan lour vercuit kur beatus folert (Wizard A) kur anomina crudus serepinus por fonti seguintur ver qui arcanus operni retirtas (Wizard B) aquerita kur simulacrums cherque mund salvi aquerti kor lat minun vulnera arcanus formatus.â
- Simulacrum #2 of (Wizard B): âMalir arcan lour vercuit kur beatus folert (Wizard B) kur anomina crudus serepinus por fonti seguintur ver qui arcanus operni retirtas (Wizard B) aquerita kur simulacrums cherque mund salvi aquerti kor lat minun vulnera arcanus formatus.â
- Simulacrum #3 of (Wizard A): âMalir (Wizard B) kur simulacrum arcanum opet milum etea oponum inota puer retirtas.â
- Simulacrum #3 of (Wizard B): âMalir (Wizard A) kur simulacrum arcanum opet milum etea oponum inota puer retirtas.â
- Simulacrum #4 of (Wizard A): âMalir (Wizard A) kur anima dolor foruta opet arcanum loquer a murat oretis (Wizard B) kur simulacrums.â
- Simulacrum #4 of (Wizard B): âMalir cum (Wizard B) lapertus protetus arcanum locatis ob servis tolia aenum etea.â
- The wishes are:
Funny encounters to do in the campaign
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Arcane 101 texts
Greetings, esteemed students, and welcome to the inaugural lecture of Arcane 101, a cornerstone in your journey to comprehend the intricate facets of magic in the realm of The Veiled lands.
Magic within our world is as diverse and enigmatic as the multiverse itself. It constitutes an art, a science, and an inexorable force that permeates the very essence of reality. To commence our scholarly endeavor, let us lay a foundation of fundamental understanding.
The Primary Wellspring of Magic: Magic, in all its forms, emanates from the Weave. This profound entity, a tapestry of raw energy enveloping our world, serves as the quintessential font of magical power. Practitioners, including wizards and sorcerers, draw upon the Weave to mold and weave their spells.
The Taxonomy of Magic: The art of magic is subdivided into eight distinctive schools, each endowed with unique focal points and intrinsic properties. These schools are as follows:
1. Abjuration: Primarily devoted to protective and defensive spells, abjurers excel in the crafting of wards, barriers, and shields. Their repertoire extends to the dissolution of magical effects and safeguarding against hostile incantations, thus rendering them invaluable as guardians and counteractives.
2. Conjuration: Practitioners of this school specialize in the conjuration of entities and spatial manipulation. They possess the capacity to summon beings, objects, or energies from alternate planes, offering both offensive and utilitarian applications.
3. Divination: Diviners are the preeminent authorities on foresight and revelation. Their mastery encompasses glimpses into the future, the scrutiny of thoughts, and the revelation of concealed truths. This school is dedicated to the procurement of knowledge and the illumination of the enigmas inherent in our world.
4. Enchantment: Enchanters wield the power to sway the thoughts and emotions of others. Their arsenal encompasses charming, hypnotism, and mental manipulation, making enchantment magic an essential tool for persuasion and control.
5. Evocation: Evokers harness the potent and destructive forces of elemental magic, encompassing fire, water, earth, air, and the spectra in between. Proficient in spells that unleash these primal energies for direct damage or formidable energy-based effects, they are the purveyors of fireballs, lightning bolts, blizzards, and potent forceful discharges.
6. Illusion: Illusionists craft illusions and sensory distortions, capable of making the unreal appear real, summoning phantasmal entities, and warping perceptions. Illusion magic is the very embodiment of trickery and deception.
7. Necromancy: The purview of necromancers delves into the realms of life and death. Their dominion encompasses the reanimation of the deceased, the siphoning of life energy, and the manipulation of souls, often associated with the realm of the undead and negative energies.
8. Transmutation: Transmuters are the alchemists and shape-shifters of the arcane world. Their adeptness lies in the alteration of object properties, transmutation of substances, and even self-metamorphosis. Transmutation magic is celebrated for its versatility and is frequently employed for augmentation and utility.
Each school of magic possesses a distinctive focus and inherent properties, with wizards often electing to specialize in one particular school, while maintaining the capacity to acquire spells from other schools. Familiarity with these diverse schools is integral to your progression in studies and your odyssey into the world of mystic adventures.
In closing, bear in mind that the path of a wizard is one of perpetual scholarship and exploration. It is a lifelong pursuit, one that beckons you to embrace the marvels and enigmas of the arcane. Through unwavering dedication and relentless practice, you shall unravel the secrets of the multiverse and attain mastery over its mystic forces.
Components and Spellcasting: Casting a spell typically necessitates the utilization of Verbal, Somatic, and Material components. These incantations, gestures, and, at times, specific ingredients constitute the wellspring of your spellcasting. The complexity of these components varies in direct proportion to a spellâs potency.
Spell Hierarchy: Spells are categorized into diverse levels, ranging from cantrips, the rudimentary and minor incantations, to high-level spells of monumental influence. As the spell level ascends, so does its potency, commensurate with the requisite skill and energy for casting.
Casting Time and Duration: Spells exhibit a spectrum of casting durations, spanning from fractions of a second to multiple minutes. The temporal scope of their effects can be instantaneous, persist for a finite duration, or even endure permanently in certain instances.
Spell Slots: Spellcasters are endowed with a finite allotment of spell slots, representing their reservoir of magical energy for a given day. The casting of a spell consumes a spell slot, necessitating judicious management during your escapades.
Components of a Spell: Most spells entail a verbal component, entailing the recitation of an incantation; a somatic component, necessitating precise gestures; and occasionally, a material component, involving the use of specific items to facilitate casting.
Concentration: A subset of spells mandates the sustenance of concentration for the perpetuation of their effects. Consequently, one cannot simultaneously cast another concentration-requiring spell or undertake activities that necessitate concentration.
In the weeks to come, we shall delve into the intricacies of each magical school, delve into the study of mystical creatures, and explore the art of crafting magical artifacts and elixirs. As a reminder, the path of a wizard is an enduring odyssey, with many domains of magic shrouded in mystery and untapped wonder. It is an existence-long pursuit, and I expect you to embrace the marvels and riddles of the arcane. With unwavering diligence and unwavering practice, you will unlock the secrets of the multiverse and wield its magic with consummate skill.
In our next class, we shall expand upon the concept of planes and their role in the intricate lattice of material and psychic existence. In preparation for this, I will ask each of you to craft a 500-word research on the following topics: Metaphysical, Metapsychic, Echoes, and Liminal. Pertinent literature on these subjects can be located in the schoolâs library; therefore, kindly make contact with the current librarian on duty to secure copies of the requisite texts. For students of this course, access to these materials is afforded without charge for a week, within the confines of our campus. However, do exercise due diligence in returning the books promptly to evade the imposition of fees.
Remember to seek truth in spell and honor the spellfatherâs gift
Text about False Hydra
As the sun reaches its zenith, bathing the renowned town of Eldor in a warm midday glow, you approach its gates with the hum of prosperity in the air. Eldor, a hub of commerce and bustling activity, is known far and wide for its ever-expanding trade routes and vibrant marketplaces.
However, as your party enters through the sturdy gates, the lively sounds of the town seem to be a mere echo of the tales told by passing travelers. The streets, though not completely empty, lack the usual throngs of people that were vividly painted in stories shared on the road. Perhaps, you consider, those tales were colored with the exaggerations of eager storytellers.
As you traverse the cobbled streets, shadows dance around youâodd, elusive shapes that defy the logic of the midday sun. These shadows seem to writhe and elongate, flitting between buildings and alleys, yet their origins remain elusive. At first, you attempt to discern the objects casting these mysterious shadows, but your gaze falters, and soon the shadows become an unremarkable part of the surroundings.
The heart of the town, its bustling market square, draws you closer with the promise of answers. But as you approach, the harmonious sounds of commerce are replaced by a discordant symphony of panic. What was once a market alive with activity is now a scene of chaos and fear.
Citizens flee in all directions, their joyous expressions replaced with terror. The air is thick with tension, and the once vibrant marketplace becomes a surreal battleground. You hear distressed cries, and your senses are overwhelmed by a haunting melody that seems to emanate from the very air itselfâa song of both beauty and dread.
Investigating further, you realize that the source of the commotion is a tragic tableau unfolding in the center of the plaza. A citizen, defenseless and paralyzed by fear, is under attack. Wounds mar their body, inflicted by an unseen force. You glimpse fleeting images at the edges of your visionâdistorted figures that could be the cause of the mayhem.
The haunting song crescendos, drowning out the terrified screams, and you find yourself in front of a shapeless horror. The air shivers with an otherworldly resonance, and as you attempt to comprehend the scene, your vision blurs, and the world fades away.
Suddenly, you awaken in unfamiliar surroundingsâa dimly lit room with the scent of aged wood and stale ale. Three days have passed, and the details of the harrowing encounter in Eldorâs market escape your memory like elusive shadows in the daylight. The town holds its secrets, and the eerie song lingers in your subconscious, leaving you with a haunting sense of unease.
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What the hell is happening in the underdark
The safe house carved into the stone of the Underdark was a rare sanctuary. The adventurers had secured it after a harrowing journey through treacherous tunnels and mind-bending caverns. Here, the air was cool but stable, the danger held at bay by reinforced doors and protective wards.
Yseara, the groupâs bard, strummed a soft tune on her lyre, the melody weaving a calming spell of its own. Elrik, the fighter, sharpened his blade with practiced precision while Talien, the rogue, carefully counted and polished their haul of gemstones. Zara, the druid, meditated in the corner, the faint glow of bioluminescent fungi casting an otherworldly light over her serene expression. Even Varthis, the sorcerer, whose paranoia rarely allowed for relaxation, had taken to leaning against a wall, eyes closed.
Then, without warning, Elrik stiffened. âDid anyone else see that?â he muttered, his voice low but alert.
Yseara lowered her lyre. âSee what?â
âA figure,â Elrik said, his eyes narrowing as he pointed to the far hall. âWalking through the corridor just now.â
The group exchanged glances, each one scanning the entrance to the hall. No one had passed through the reinforced doors, and the wards hadnât been triggered.
Without hesitation, the adventurers gathered their weapons and followed Elrikâs lead. The hall seemed empty, but a faint, almost imperceptible soundâsoft footsteps, impossibly steadyâdrew them forward.
The figure was always just ahead, glimpsed for a moment before it turned another corner. Its movements were deliberate, unhurried, as if it knew exactly where it was leading them.
âWhoââ Talien began, but the words fell flat, swallowed by the oppressive silence that had begun to creep over them.
They reached the doorway of a bedroom, its heavy wooden door slightly ajar. The room beyond was shrouded in shadow, yet it felt vast, far larger than it should have been.
As the figure stepped inside, they saw it clearly for the first time. A long cloak of deep blue flowed like liquid, lined with runes that seemed to shift and shimmer as if alive. Its face was obscured, but the very air around it vibrated with a power that made the adventurersâ hearts race.
Then the pressure hit them.
It was as if the very fabric of reality warped around this being. The air grew thick, oppressive, every breath a laborious effort. Candles flickered and were snuffed out, leaving the room in an unnatural darkness broken only by the faint glow of the runes on the figureâs cloak.
A deafening silence roared in their ears, muting even their hurried breathing. Zara clutched her chest, her knees buckling, while Varthisâ hands trembled as if holding an unseen weight.
âWhoâŠ?â Yseara gasped, her voice almost inaudible beneath the arcane pressure.
Then it dawned on them. The sheer enormity of the presence, the unshakable certainty of its mastery over all things arcaneâthis was not merely a powerful wizard. This was the wizard. Merlin.
The ancient figure who had transcended the boundaries of knowledge and magic, whose name had become legend so ancient it was whispered only in tales of creation. The one who had touched every fragment of the worldâs mysteries and lived to tell of it.
The figure paused in the doorway, its unseen gaze turning back to them. For a brief moment, they felt its attention, like an overwhelming weight pressing down on their souls. Then it stepped inside the room and disappeared into the shadows, leaving behind an emptiness that felt as vast as the void.
The party stood frozen, the echoes of that impossible presence lingering. None dared to speak. None dared to follow. They simply stood, hearts pounding, staring into the room where Merlin had vanished.
The city buzzed with its usual chaos. The market streets were alive with the hum of bartering voices, the clink of coins, and the rustle of exotic wares. Stalls lined the cavernous pathways, illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent fungi and towering crystals that bathed the sprawling Underdark city in an ethereal light.
The adventuring party moved carefully through the crowd, their nerves still raw from their escape. The colony of mindflayers they had fled had been unnervingly powerful, their hive-mind coordination far more advanced than anything the group had heard of before. Even now, they exchanged wary glances at every shadow and movement in the crowd.
âI donât like this,â muttered Alrik, the dwarven barbarian, gripping his axe handle tightly. âFeels like the whole Underdarkâs gone mad.â
âKeep your voice down,â hissed Tynna, the tiefling rogue, her golden eyes scanning the bustling throng for threats.
Eryndor, the elf scholar, adjusted his satchel filled with ancient tomes and scrolls. He remained quiet, his mind preoccupied with the strange sigils he had seen in their escapeâsigils he had recognized but could not fully place.
The marketâs chatter ebbed and flowed, blending into the ambient noise of the cavernâuntil it didnât.
A wave of raw, arcane pressure swept through the city without warning. It struck with such force that time itself seemed to momentarily stand still.
The first sign was the shattering of glass. The delicate jars and baubles on the merchant stalls exploded into fragments, sending shards flying into the air. Candles flickered and extinguished all at once, plunging parts of the market into sudden darkness. Even the massive crystals embedded in the cavern walls and ceilingâancient, unyieldingâcracked under the immense strain, their resonant hum falling into silence.
Children froze where they stood, their eyes wide with fear. Elders dropped whatever they were holding, the strength in their hands failing them. Vendors stumbled backward, their goods forgotten. Even the hardened adventurers in the city found themselves powerless; their instincts to grab their weapons or defend themselves were buried under the crushing weight of the unseen force.
Eryndor staggered, clutching at a nearby pillar for support. His mind raced, his thoughts flashing back to the ancient ruins he had once studied. The arcane symbols etched into the walls, the faint hum of power that had lingered thereâit was faintly familiar. But this⊠this was different.
This was overwhelming.
âThis pressureâŠâ Eryndor whispered, his voice trembling as he struggled to find his breath. âIâve felt this before, butâŠâ His hands gripped the straps of his satchel tightly as his knees buckled. He felt his mind straining to comprehend what his senses were screaming at him.
Then it clicked.
The realization hit him like a thunderbolt, the connection forming in his mind almost against his will. He had read of this power. He had felt the faintest echoes of it in the oldest texts, in the most sacred of ruins.
This was Merlin.
No, not merely an echo or an artifact left behind by the ancient wizard. This was Merlinâs presence.
Eryndorâs breath hitched, his thoughts spiraling. âI just felt Merlinâs presence,â he thought, his heart pounding like a war drum. âWhat the hell is happening in the Underdark?â
The pressure lingered for only a moment longer, but it felt like an eternity. Then, as abruptly as it had come, it began to recede, leaving a void in its wake that was almost as terrifying.
The city stood in stunned silence, its people too shaken to move, to speak, to think. All eyes turned upward toward the distant cavern ceiling, as if the answer to their unspoken question might be found in the darkness above.
But Eryndor knew better. The answer was not above themâit was somewhere far deeper, far more dangerous. And whatever it was, it had just begun.
Meeting the Raven Queen
As you awaken, you find yourself lying on soft grass. You canât recall how you arrived here, only that the battle against the Archlich Zalphar looms faintly in your memory. The sound of the wind, the grass tickling your skin, and the scent of flowers envelop your senses, providing a serene contrast to the chaos you remember. Opening your eyes, they take a moment to adjust, showing a colorful sky above, painted in shades of orange, pink, and purple by the setting sun. Sitting up, you take in the beautiful meadow around you, with tall grass and vibrant flowers swaying gently in the breeze. A calm lake reflects the sky, surrounded by rolling hills and trees.
Looking down, you notice your garments, your usual comfortable clothesâa simple shirt and pants. In your hand there is the warmth of a small silver locket. Opening it, you see a delicate painting of you and your lost fiance laughing together, a memory of happier times. Itâs warmth feels like Amandaâs hand holding yours, something youâve missed dearly since her passing, the feeling comforting you in this unfamiliar place.
Distracted by the locket, you almost donât notice the presence next to you. A beautiful woman stands silently, her hands behind her back, looking out at the horizon. Her short black hair and almost pale skin contrast with her dark clothes, adorned with raven tattoos on her arms. Her black irises and pearl piercings, along with a black choker featuring a raven skull, make her appearance both striking and enigmatic.
As you finally notice her, she crouches to meet your eyes. âIâm sorry to disturb your thoughts,â she says gently. âThatâs a beautiful locket.â
You clutch the locket a bit tighter. âIt belonged to my lover, AmandaâŠshe is no longer with us.â you say, your voice tinged with emotion before facing the figure. âIâm sorry, who are you?â
She smiles softly. âI know who you are, Rayos. Do you remember me?â
A sudden realization washes over you. Memories from your a few second after your birth flood back, you in the arms of your mother, and you recall this figure behind her, watching over you wearing a porcelain mask, the goddess of death that visits all mortals only twice, once at birth and once at death. âYouâŠyouâre the Raven Queen,â you whisper, understanding dawning on you. Then, the final moments of the battle come rushing backâthe disintegrate spell, you stepping in front of your friends to protect them, the searing pain, and thenâŠnothing. âI died, didnât I?â
She nods, her expression one of deep empathy. âYes, you did. You died protecting your friends. It was a brave and noble act. You have earned your rest and now it is time to move on.â
A mix of relief and sadness fills you. âThe battle⊠did we win?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper
Her head tilts slightly. âYour friends are fighting on. They are strong and resourceful. They will remember you and honor your sacrifice.â
Remembering your friends, you feel a pang of guilt for leaving them behind. âCan I go back? To help them finish it?â you ask, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.
The Raven Queenâs eyes, filled with a timeless sadness, meet yours. âIâm afraid your time in the living world has ended. This is the only thing I cannot change. Is there anything else you wish to ask or do?â
A thought springs to your mind. âWill I meet my lover in the afterlife?â you ask, your voice wavering with hope.
A soft smile graces her lips. âYes, you will. She is waiting for you. She has been waiting for you since the day you parted.â
You feel a wave of immense relief wash over you. Clutching the locket tightly, you close your eyes and ask âMay I ask one more thing? May you take care of my friends, help them find another sorcerer to help them destroy the eye of Vecna?â
The Raven Queen eyebrows raise slightly and her smile turns into a small chuckle as if you asked her the most obvious thing. âOf course, Rayos. I will watch over them and guide them in their journey. You have my word.â
You nod, feeling a sense of peace and closure. âThank you. I am ready to see Amanda again.â
The Raven Queen extends her hand, helping you to your feet. The meadow around you seems to glow with a soft light as you prepare to move on. âFollow me,â she says, her voice comforting and familiar, like that of a long-lost friend.
With one last look at the serene meadow, you see your friends in the distance, fighting valiantly against the Archlich Zalphar. You smile, knowing they will be okay. Turning back to the Raven Queen, she now has her porcelain mask on, her eyes hidden behind it. You take her hand and step forward, following the Matron of Death into the next phase of your existence, knowing that peace and reunion await you.