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Ophelia Jupiter
Just me being me. Art is of my DND bard Enodi. I love horror, hidden object games, Mortal Kombat, Bioshock, DND, Once Upon A Witchlight, Batman, and much more too!
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//OOC sorry that made me laugh so damn hard XD 'but that isn't actively rotting in a tent'
Gideon, Kremy seems to be having a bit of a Clown-zombie-situation, you should go check that out. He also seems to be having a oh-no-i-don’t-have-morality-situation, but that isn’t actively rotting in a tent.
I hope the forces at hand do not have me accidentally kill him though
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*At first, the elven bard liked the experience, seeing how happy it made her and the others, but quickly that mood started to dampen.*
*At first it was just a bit of discomfort as he was pulled close to the goblin, not used to being so close to somebody else, but as the colors began to glow bright around and around them, his eyes widened and his pupils dilated.*
*Soon enough, the goblin would notice his grip upon her during the dance grew looser and looser, until finally, during the peak of the dramatic display of dance and showmanship, he collapsed onto his side, letting go completely of the goblin's hands.*
*He collapsed onto the grass in a heap, and began to wretch and heave, splattering thick, black sludge onto the ground as he did so, resulting in gasps and even a few screams from the gathered crowd.*
*Upon wandering off, the little curly haired goblin would wander through the Carnivale, and eventually bump right into a somewhat short, dark-skinned elven figure, clad in a clown suit, the sleeves rolled up and tied around the waist similar to a robe, with white clown gloves and shoes. Initially he was facing away from the goblin, but upon being bumped into, he'd turn around, showing a comedy/tragedy mask covering his face, his yellowed brown eyes looking down towards them.*
"H-Heh, h-hello little o-one!"
(using angryhistory's art again, just so fabulous)
[Her curly hair bounced with her as she stared upwards towards the clowns masked visage. A grin spreading its way across her face.] “Well how do ya do! A clown in this neck of the woods is astoundi-“
[Her brown eyes barely caught the farther away sign that advertised the carnival, and with the glance a shimmer of a reminder gleamed over her eyes.] “Right right- this is a place that’ll likely have clowns! Still ain’t it amazing!! Pleasure to getta meet you, my names Wensal!” [If her bright demeanor wasn’t enough, the hand she stuck out in a handshake swayed from side to side jumping with her joy.]
“Now I know it’s rude to call people by not their names! Less yer friends like An’! Soooo- what’s yer name? I’d love to know an oh right! Do you anything here at the carnival? Like tricks or treats or-“ [her mouth was running a mile a minute, glancing around ever so often at both the surrounds and the elven clown Infront of her.]
#dnd ocs#dnd oc#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#ouaw enodi#[curls and swords]#ouaw#posts from the carnivale#its fine#also sorry for this he has a lot going on lol
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The Fool.
Beckoned to fearlessly embrace the unknown.
Innocent. Free.
A new beginning.
(Basically a void corrupted version of the tarot card @explosiv-glasses made for me. Pretty proud of it lol)
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*Poor little Magnolia looks so stupendously confused by this entire conversation.*
Sir that’s not “beau” and his names not “cher” either! The Cake Chad is called Gideon! I don’t know what that stuff means but I don’t think you should be whispering stuff about people under your breath.
they’re jus’ nicknames, friend. i promise you they don’t mean anythin’ bad.
if he was bein’ an idiot, i’d call him that in a language he actually understands.
#posts from the carnivale#magnolia over here not understanding any of this#once upon a witchlight#ouaw magnolia#legends of avantris
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"Speakin' of not understandin' stuff, I heard one of the patrons call Uncle Gideon a 'tall drink of water'. What's that mean papa? I thought he was a fire genasi."
Sir that’s not “beau” and his names not “cher” either! The Cake Chad is called Gideon! I don’t know what that stuff means but I don’t think you should be whispering stuff about people under your breath.
they’re jus’ nicknames, friend. i promise you they don’t mean anythin’ bad.
if he was bein’ an idiot, i’d call him that in a language he actually understands.
#posts from the carnivale#ask a gator#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#kremy lecroux#ask blog#sorry i couldn't resist
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(Enodi)
"Here! I h-have a cupcake, y-you can try that! It's s-strawberry!"
Torbek what’s your favorite type of cake?
You… have had cake right? Right?
. . . whaaatttsss caaakkkeee..??
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Reblogging this cause more people are learning about/learning to love Enodi, so I thought I'd bump up this fanfic about his backstory up so you guys could read it, it kinda got buried.
Enodi: The Faceless Clown (Might get sad and Lovecrafty)
Enodi.
It wasn't the poor little bard's real name, of course. He'd forgotten a long, long time ago - instead, he made up a new one. He picked Enodi, not for any real good reason, simply because he thought it sounded funny.
It felt like 'funny' was what he was supposed to be. He could recall oh so very little, he had only the barest little traces of memory, floating about in the blank void that was his mind, and the little bits and pieces that the townsfolk recalled about him.
He sat upon the edge of the fountain in the center of town, just thinking, as he stared up at the sky. It was a routine thing for him, and on his foggy morning in particular, he was recalling what the townsfolk had told him, about the faithful day he first recalled...well, anything.
Apparently, he was a travelling bard, ever so long ago, entertaining crowds with jokes, and smiles, and songs, with a lute in one hand and a flute in the other. Then one day, when he stopped to perform in this very town, he joined a group of adventurers to take part in a quest on the outskirts of town.
The people of the town that witnessed him and the others said that they wondered why he did this, as he seemed woefully unprepared for combat. Some guessed that perhaps it was because the quest was -supposed- to be very simple, so perhaps he thought he wouldn't have to do anything too taxing.
Others still, however, think it had something to do with the young Wood Elf that was a part of the band of the adventurers. They seemed to know each other, and the woman looked remarkably like the young bard, the occupants of the tavern they visited thinking it likely they were siblings. Perhaps his dear sister had convinced him to accompany them on this quest?
Whatever the reason, they left later that day, and were found early the next morning on the outskirts. Or rather...what was left of the party was found.
The entire adventuring party, beyond Enodi, had been slaughtered, butchered beyond recognition like they were nothing more than sheep ravaged by a passing wolf. Those that stumbled upon the sight could never get the image of poor little Enodi, laughing madly as he sat in a sea of carnage and gore out of their nightmares.
Enodi was alive, but the healers of the little town were quite baffled. Not just because the rest of the party was dead, but because of the state the Wood Elf was in. Necrotic scarring and festering was all over a good chunk of his body, though oddly, it didn't seem to be spreading, staying in specific areas, as if those parts of his body were hit by some kind of spell.
The worst area of this was by far his face - or rather, where his face used to be. His face was not just mangled - it was gone. No nose, no eyelids, no lips, no cheeks, just rotten, festering flesh, teeth fully exposed into a macabre smile, and eyes wide and manic, a horrid yellow color rather than a natural white to his eyes.
No matter how hard the healers tried, they could not get the necrotic portions of his flesh to regrow. He was even sent off to a large healer facility in a neighboring town once, in the hopes they could do something, or at least ease it somewhat, but alas, that failed as well. He still had his ears, or at least most of them, and he had his hair, it was merely the front portion of his face that was gone. The only boon, if it could be called that, is that the man felt no pain, likely due to the nerves dying in those areas.
He also, of course, lost any and all memory of not just what happened that night, but his entire life. He couldn't recall his name, where he was born, what he'd done for a living, he couldn't even recall his dear sister, though perhaps given the circumstances that last part was for the best.
To this day, no one has a single idea what could've possibly happened that night. The quest was merely to investigate a man by the riverside, who had been acting very oddly lately. It was figured that at most they would have to drag him back to town kicking and screaming, if he had gotten dramatically worse, or at the least he would've been completely reasonable and gone back to town on his own.
There are hints as to what could've happened though. The horrid affliction placed upon Enodi could've only been done by a true master of dark arts, and the dramatic damage to Enodi's memory and sanity on top of that - as well as the quite worrying whispers the bard reported hearing on a near constant basis - have made the townsfolk worry deeply that it could've been an Illithid, or better known to the average person as a Mindflayer.
But of course, that merely raised more questions. If it -was- a Mindflayer, why in all nine hells was the man still alive? He'd been examined for a Mindflayer larvae behind his eye, just in case, and nothing was found, and beyond the necrosis and clear mental instability, he showed no signs of developing mutations.
The healers of the town's best guess is that a horrific curse was placed upon the party, and he had simply managed to survive the torturous affliction by some wild miracle of chance.
Enodi cared little for all that though. He quite loved his life, even if most people he interacted with were either terrified by him or disgusted by him, or some combination of both, or simply pitied him. As long as he could entertain people in some regard, he was fine. And besides, he had mask; a comedy/tragedy mask that was among the various things he was found with that night, as well as his lute and flute, which by some miracle he still remembered how to play.
The music was one of the only things he could remember, as well as his love for entertaining. So now, he performed, mostly in the town but sometimes would travel, doing clown acts, singing, and attempting to play his instruments. They sounded...unique, to put it politely, especially his flute, as playing a flute without lips didn't exactly produce the best sound, and the rot upon his hands made playing the lute rather awkward, but he loved playing them so very, very much.
As far as he was concerned, his life was perfect. Yes, he was rotten, yes, his friends and family were either dead or long since forgotten, yes, there was a constant flow of maddening whispers echoing through his head that made it quite difficult to sleep, but he was oh so very happy.
Was he overjoyed because he was insane? Oh, most certainly; but he was overjoyed, and that was much better than some could boast.
#dnd oc#dungeons and dragons#enodi#lovecraftian horror#dnd fanfic#ouaw enodi#posts from the carnivale
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Get carded
"O-Oh! It's so l-lovely! Thank you s-so m-much! The fool is such a f-funny phrase, I l-like it a lot! T-The voices like it t-too!"
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Enodi, which instrument do you prefer to play? The flute or the lute?
"I like t-them both a l-lot! The f-flutes a bit harder t-to play, because I d-don't have l-lips, but I still love p-playing it!"
"Mr. K-Kremy used to t-tell me not to p-play the f-flute though, because it m-meant I had to t-take off m-my mask. People really d-don't like when I t-take off my m-mask..."
"I t-try to play t-the lute and keep my g-gloves on, so p-people don't get s-scared, but it's e-easier without my g-gloves."
"I think I j-just like them t-the same a-amount!"
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Howdy Enodi! Quick question, what exactly are those “voices” in your head? Are you… possesed or something? Are they mean to you?
"H-Hello!"
"I'm n-not sure what t-they are...but, I know t-they're inside m-me. I can feel t-them growing, i-inside me...so, yes. I g-guess I'm possessed."
"But i-it's okay! They're very n-nice to me! They tell me a-all the t-time how important I am, h-how much I'm n-needed."
*For just a brief moment, the lights in the room darken, so black one couldn't even see the hand before their face. And ever so softly, a sentence is whispered.*
"The fool is our vessel."
*Then, just as quickly as they darkened, the lights return to normal, Enodi cheerful as ever as if nothing happened.*
"So, anymore questions?"
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*He continued playing, equally as focused on his lute-work and not paying much attention to anything else. In fact, he kind of seemed to zone as he played. The notes were beautiful, but he seemed to get lost in them - like, really lost.*
*To the point that when she held out her hand to him and spoke, he flinched a bit, looking around in a daze. Finally, his gaze fell onto her outstretched hand, then back to her.*
"...I-I...um..." *His ears flicked again, listening to something unheard, presumably the voices he'd mentioned earlier.* "O-Okay!" *He said after a moment of listening, seeming a bit nervous but a bit excited too, taking her hand beginning to dance with her, though of course there was no music now, since he was no longer playing the lute.*
*Upon wandering off, the little curly haired goblin would wander through the Carnivale, and eventually bump right into a somewhat short, dark-skinned elven figure, clad in a clown suit, the sleeves rolled up and tied around the waist similar to a robe, with white clown gloves and shoes. Initially he was facing away from the goblin, but upon being bumped into, he'd turn around, showing a comedy/tragedy mask covering his face, his yellowed brown eyes looking down towards them.*
"H-Heh, h-hello little o-one!"
(using angryhistory's art again, just so fabulous)
[Her curly hair bounced with her as she stared upwards towards the clowns masked visage. A grin spreading its way across her face.] “Well how do ya do! A clown in this neck of the woods is astoundi-“
[Her brown eyes barely caught the farther away sign that advertised the carnival, and with the glance a shimmer of a reminder gleamed over her eyes.] “Right right- this is a place that’ll likely have clowns! Still ain’t it amazing!! Pleasure to getta meet you, my names Wensal!” [If her bright demeanor wasn’t enough, the hand she stuck out in a handshake swayed from side to side jumping with her joy.]
“Now I know it’s rude to call people by not their names! Less yer friends like An’! Soooo- what’s yer name? I’d love to know an oh right! Do you anything here at the carnival? Like tricks or treats or-“ [her mouth was running a mile a minute, glancing around ever so often at both the surrounds and the elven clown Infront of her.]
#holy fuck this art is awesome#dnd ocs#dnd oc#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#[curls and swords]#ouaw enodi#ouaw#posts from the carnivale
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"H-Hello, nice patron p-people..."
"I'm Enodi, Enodi t-the c-clown! It's nice to m-meet you all."
"I thought I c-could let you a-all ask me q-q-questions, if you'd l-like. Since everybody e-else at the C-Carnivale seems to be a-answering them."
(I know I have a lot of characters at this point, but screw it, had a rough week and this is one of my oldest DND OCs lol. Besides, he already showed up, so why not?)
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*Cinnamon bounces up and down excitedly in an adorable fashion, opening his mouth wide and stretching his long tongue upwards towards the rat, excitedly slurping it up and letting out a deep, happy rumble. What an adorable little beastie.*
(Thanks angryhistory yet again lol)
*Cinnamon looks up at Gricko with big, begging eyes, his tongue hanging out lazily. Looked like somebody was hungry. He'd adapted remarkably well to being in a populated area with tons of humanoids - even a common mimic would've probably had at least -one- 'incident' at this point, but ever since he'd been found, he'd seemed remarkably passive. At least in terms of violence, still needed to work on his tendency for hide-and-seek.*
"Well hello cinny- looks like someone's come out of hiding. Does this somebody want a rat snack?"
*He takes a live rat out of seemingly nowhere offers it to the little mimic*
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Very nice art! Your art style gives them all their own very unique look:
Gricko looks like he's about to be told to 'stop making a pervert face'
Gideon looks like he's de-aged a good eight-ten years
Kremy looks like he became kawaii (dunno if that makes sense, but something about his face is just so :3-esc)
And Frost looks very confused/annoyed about something, but it's as if even he isn't sure what that something is.
I love the narrative each one carries lol. Lovely work!
some little sketches today :)
(trying to distract myself from finals 😭)
#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dnd art#hunterrdraws#gideon coal#gricko grimgrin#morning frost#kremy lecroux
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I decided, since I do eventually plan to use Enodi in a DND campaign at some point (no clue when, group anxiety and all that, but who knows what the future'll bring) that I should practice his voice.
So here ya go! Complete with sound effects.
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*The medical carnie scrambled back, away from the man, wiping off his mouth and looking completely repulsed.*
*Enodi just giggled, raising his head up so those wide, yellowed brown eyes could look right at Kremy, that morbid grin showing his full row of teeth smiling away.*
"I dunno." *He said with a shrug.* "I've just b-been like this for a l-long while now. I can't r-remember I time I w-wasn't like this..." *He scratched at the side of his head, flakes of rotten skin falling onto the bed as he did so, though showed no reaction to this.*
"D-Don't worry Mr. Kremy, it d-doesn't hurt." *He said, his tone as comforting as he could manage with a voice that sounded like gargling nails. He paused for a moment, his ears flickering, as if listening to something, though Kremy nor the medical carnie could hear anything.*
*After a moment of listening, he looked back to Kremy.* "The voices have a q-question for you, Mr. Kremy."
*Ah yes, cause -that- was a comforting sentence, no red flags there...*
*Things were finally starting to calm down around the Carnivale. Magnolia had gotten nice and settled in, Cinnamon was a bit of a rascal but adjusting well as well, and Kremy had even started to adjust to being a father, against all odds.*
*Business was going smoothly as well, things certainly safer the second go around for the Carnivale, Kremy trying to leave the reckless past of the Carnivale behind with this new phase of it.*
*It was a normal day, just getting out of the morning and the full wave of patrons beginning to roll in. While busy in his fancy ringleader tent, Magnolia off playing with the other found family children, the peaceful silence was sharply cut by a fearful shriek.*
"What's wrong with him?!" *He could hear a patron scream in terror, followed by the blur of several people running past the partially open flap of Kremy's tent.*
*Kremy had been signing off documents (or trying to, at least) for the carnival when he heard the screaming, flinching enough to mess up his signature on the last paper.*
*He muttered curses under his breath, standing up from his chair and moving to exit his tent.*
Alright people, calm down. What’s goin’ on?
#posts from the carnivale#legends of avantris#once upon a witchlight#kremy lecroux#ask blog#ouaw enodi
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*Enodi giggled madly as she danced, so supremely overjoyed at the wonderful day he was having, his rotten digits expertly sliding from one cord to the next as he played, producing an enchanting melody that quite starkly contrasted his revolting visage.*
*She'd notice other patrons in the Carnivale reacting to the performance; it was about the same reaction from all of them. They'd initially smile, watching the little goblin dance so beautifully, and the song beautiful to match, and begin to approach, but upon seeing the gloveless and maskless Enodi, would quickly decide against it.*
*Some would simply lose their smiles, some would seem concerned and pity the poor clown, others looked downright terrified and disgusted. One supposed it was hardly an unreasonable reaction, given the man looked like a plague victim, but still, it was likely disheartening to observe the lack of crowd gained as a result.*
*Upon wandering off, the little curly haired goblin would wander through the Carnivale, and eventually bump right into a somewhat short, dark-skinned elven figure, clad in a clown suit, the sleeves rolled up and tied around the waist similar to a robe, with white clown gloves and shoes. Initially he was facing away from the goblin, but upon being bumped into, he'd turn around, showing a comedy/tragedy mask covering his face, his yellowed brown eyes looking down towards them.*
"H-Heh, h-hello little o-one!"
(using angryhistory's art again, just so fabulous)
[Her curly hair bounced with her as she stared upwards towards the clowns masked visage. A grin spreading its way across her face.] “Well how do ya do! A clown in this neck of the woods is astoundi-“
[Her brown eyes barely caught the farther away sign that advertised the carnival, and with the glance a shimmer of a reminder gleamed over her eyes.] “Right right- this is a place that’ll likely have clowns! Still ain’t it amazing!! Pleasure to getta meet you, my names Wensal!” [If her bright demeanor wasn’t enough, the hand she stuck out in a handshake swayed from side to side jumping with her joy.]
“Now I know it’s rude to call people by not their names! Less yer friends like An’! Soooo- what’s yer name? I’d love to know an oh right! Do you anything here at the carnival? Like tricks or treats or-“ [her mouth was running a mile a minute, glancing around ever so often at both the surrounds and the elven clown Infront of her.]
#dnd ocs#dnd oc#once upon a witchlight#legends of avantris#ouaw enodi#[curls and swords]#posts from the carnivale
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