Andromeda – Great Old One Warlock, Mephistopheles Tiefling, Sage Background
Backstory under the cut
When, where and to what parents Andromeda was born – or what her real name was, she did not know. Her first memories were of The Library, a giant castle in the Sunset mountains, inhabited by a group of very old, very powerful, and very eccentric wizards.
The group of wizards in question had been educated together – a very long time ago – met up a century later to kill a dragon for the fun of it, and then decided to work together, merging all their personal libraries and making it their quest to expand it.
But a library of this size was hard to manage, and the elementals conjured to defend it were no help in actually organise the books, a task for which the group of wizards themselves were too busy for.
Thus, they started to take in orphans – children with no family, and no future, in a pretence of being philanthropic, and to give them a chance to a better life, while instead using them as cheap labour.
The children grew up in the vast library, educated to be perfect librarians, and being free to read about what they liked. Many of course started to learn magic, fascinated by what they found, and amazed by what the wizards of the library were able to do, and so over the years, many talented spellcasters emerged from the castle, on a quest to gather more knowledge, and to find new books to bring home.
Andromeda was one of the orphans taken in, named after a star, by one of the wizards who oversaw her education. The wizard in question was R’lyeh, a mindflayer with arcane powers, who had managed to cut himself off the elder brain.
Andromeda was like a sponge for knowledge, reading about everything she could, and always asking too many questions. At an early age already, she grew more and more fascinated by the Far Realms, asking her mentor all about the place, where his own race originated from.
The young tiefling ventured ever deeper into the libraries, finding books about other dimensions, and great old gods beyond the comprehension of mortals. Most of the books were complete gibberish at first, but started to make more and more sense the more time she spent reading them, puzzle pieces falling together.
Sometimes she spent days in the depths of the library, forgetting everything around her, forgetting to eat and sleep, her eyes glued to the pages, unable to focus on anything else but the knowledge that made her dizzy.
One book in particular had gripped her, a hand written tome bound in strange, greenish leather, filled with spells and rituals and secrets, most of them completely incomprehensible. It gave instructions on how to connect with the Far Realms, how to tap into the knowledge and powers of an elder being, and Andromeda could not think of anything she wanted more.
Parts of the library were still filled with empty shelves – to soon be filled with rare tomes and books – and this was where Andromeda headed one night, alone in the darkness, with candles and books, to set up what she needed for the ritual.
She sat down on the cold stone floor, painting onto the tiles the strange symbols and images, candles illuminating the scene, as she chanted in a Deep Speech. The light of the candles turned green, the shadows around her deepening, as if only she and the small circle of light was real anymore. Her mind opened up, felt infinite and too small at the same time, and she felt a foreign intelligence connect to hers.
There were eyes, too many eyes, and tentacles, in a mass of moving flesh, grotesque but yet so beautiful that Andromeda was in awe.
She pulled a dagger out of her robes, the blade glowing green like the candles, her hand guided by something that was not entirely her own will.
She groaned as she carved into the flesh of her face, knowing the pattern without having to see herself, guided by the foreign intelligence. The cuts bled, and glowed, and with every new movement of her dagger, she felt the connection to the Far Realms grow.
There was no communication, no words, only feelings, sensations, thoughts, images.
Yes, this was right, yes this was good.
The last cut was placed and the dagger fell to the ground, the sound so far away that Andromeda did not even hear it. All she could see was eyes and tentacles, and Aeus. The Great Old being, the eldritch god. Aeus.
There were no words but there was a question, and Andromeda said yes – no, she screamed yes. Yes!
Seething pain was in her eyes as everything went dark, tentacles sprouting out of her eye sockets and she screamed in pain, before unconsciousness took her.
She did not know how long she had been gone, but when she woke up again she was lying in a puddle of dark, black, blood, the candles around her burnt up. There was a whisper in the back of her mind, soothing and reassuring, and urging her to know, urging her to find out.
She flexed her hands, and felt power, magic flow through her, a grin appearing on her face, realising that it had worked.
Returning to her rooms, washing up, she saw the aftermath of the ritual, the cuts in her face that would lead to scars she would wear forever. But not only that, no – around her eyes, where the tentacles had sprouted, they were now marked on her face, as if tattooed on. A branding, a sign. Aeus was looking out through her eyes.
R’lyeh was not surprised, seeing her, telling her that he has expected that it was just a matter of time for her to go down that path. He encouraged her to learn, to study, to find out more about the realms, the material world and beyond, to sate the hunger of knowledge her new patron had.
A few years later, on an errand for the library to pick up books that had been sent, Andromeda was abducted by the mindflayer ship, strangely enough not.. not that afraid.
Her close bond with her mentor, and her knowledge of the Far Realms made her.. curious more than anything.
She embraces the tadpole powers, pushes the boundaries and maybe trusts a certain being more than is advisable.
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My thoughts on honor among thieves:
So yeah, beginning is definitely an exposition dump, but I respect them owning up to it
Bard not doing any kind of magic is so funny. I guess they didn't wanna make him overpowered but like... could've just been a rogue???
Same with druid just doing wild shape the entire time
The cameo of the dnd animated series team in that cage in the center of the maze (I never heard of it so my friends pointed it out to me)
Favorite characters were Simon (lmao me), Xenk (shameless lvl 20 DMPC) and HOLGA (buff lady who should've been buffer :))
Holga, I just loved. I loved her fighting, I loved that she had low int but wasn't stupid, i loved she sings along to the silly little tune cause we expected her to hate it, I loved that she proudly and openly loves Kira, I loved that she clearly has a type
Xenk and Edgin should've kissed
But really I just loved the whole family aspect of the movie
Not even a kiss between the two people who technically got back together!!
Especially with Edgin and Holga who never once change from their sibling dynamic despite being coparents to their daughter cause they do not see each other that way
Overall a great movie, hope they do a sequel or maybe an anthology so we can see more of the world
And XENK IS APART OF THE GROUP!!!!
And him and Edgin kiss :)
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I want to ask every question about Mark but for now we'll go with
8: Who are they suspicious of?
14: What hobbies does your Tav have?
18: What would your Tav be doing if they weren't kidnapped on the Nautiloid?
Finally time to get to do this, ho boy ya makin me work already geessss
Bein a paranoid person in this game was a fun Time s all imma say bout this one…
I had to go back to his Dnd sheet to make sure I remembered right, but yea, hes got a few and all are way more delicate then you’d think. His carvin and herbs came from family and the glass blowin came when one of the kids from the previous team wanted to make a potion shop and asked Mark to help, Mark makes the bottles for it. Don’t know if they’d all count as ‘Hobbies’ but it’s what I remembered.
Mark was a part of the only campaign I was a player in that was actually set in Faerun, So I knew exactly where he was actually cause it was also the only Module game I’ve played too where it was The Mad Mage he was dragged into. It has a canon time with bg3 that also has canon time so he finished the Mage tower close to 2 years before bg3 starts meanin a lvl 20 champion tryin to retire pretty much with a buncha kids that refused to let him die when he felt he wasn’t needed. S probably a lot the brats would have tried draggin him through to fix some things he has goin on after the mage thing, but I aint gonna speak for em so I’m leavin it where they just lived more calmly with what they already had after they were done. And yes, the kids are freakin da fuck out with Dad bein yoinked. He’s a dad to many…
THERE, HA done. *goes and dies in pillow fort now*
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Random dnd headcannons I had for some characters of the epic cycle because I just had neurons activate. This is gonna be long so they’re mostly under the cut.
Odysseus would be the DM, making riddles and puzzles for the party that he thinks is pretty easy to solve, but the party still spends the entire session trying to solve it.
He likes to fuck around with everyone. Has a doppelgänger infiltrated the party? Yeah probably. Has someone been following the party? Most likely. The party has to be on their toes at all times.
Odysseus plans far in advance for his sessions and somehow (like every dnd party does) the party goes in the completely opposite direction, so Odysseus is improving the majority of the sessions, but thanks to his storytelling abilities literally no one can tell unless Odysseus expresses how much he’s flying by the seat of his pants.
Achilles would prefer to play martial classes like fighter or barbarian. It’s not that he doesn’t like the spell casting classes, he just prefers to be on the front line. Give him a lvl 20 fighter and that man will go HAM.
He falls head over heels for every NPC he meets. He wants to smooch every single one. The rest of the party just sigh at his antics.
He and doors hate each other (he spent like 5 turns trying to open a locked door before he eventually got pissed off and just broke it down).
Patroclus prefers tanky classes that can also support the others so cleric and paladin are the classes he tends to play.
That being said he still loves to do damage. His main build is almost always a battle cleric so he can still heal but leave the majority of it to someone who is exclusively a healer.
Hector, man, he’d likely multiclass between something that’s support but also a martial class. I could see him playing a Paladin build the most often.
I think he tried to play a full caster class once and decided there was just to many things to keep on top of for himself, but he still enjoyed how useful spells are so he doesn’t mind a half caster class.
And while the majority of the party are probably chaotic neutral, he plays almost exclusively lawful characters. His characters almost always have a strict set of morals and a code that they follow.
I could see Paris playing caster classes. Give him any charisma caster, warlock, bard, etc. and he is having the time of his life.
Like Achilles I think he would try and romance so many NPCs, and boy does he use that charisma stat to its full potential. If he’s a bard you better assume he’s also using bardic inspiration on himself.
Penthesilea and Achilles are always trying to one up each other. She almost exclusively plays barbarians and if Achilles is playing one as well they WILL keep a kill count to see who ends up having killed the most by the end of the campaign.
She’s the starter of the tavern brawls, to which Achilles and Patroclus gladly join in. She’s also the one who is always the test dummy if the party is afraid of traps or failing a puzzle.
“What if it’s trapped??”
“I open the door.”
“Take 2d6 fire damage.”
At first you’d think Circe would play spellcasting classes but she does enough of that as is she’d want to do something completely opposite like a rouge. She’d love that.
I can see her giggling after pick pocketing one of the other party members while she just waits for them to figure it out. She’s a menace in a different way than either Achilles of Paris.
She’s not trying to romance any NPCs if she wanted to romance someone she’d just choose a real person. But boy her characters have sticky fingers.
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NENI DM
officially dm'd my first dnd session :) using the final chapter of dragons of stromwreck (set in dragonlance, populated with red dragon enemies). Went well, brought 2/3 (lvl 5) players close to death like twice, brought one of them down, a good nights work for a one shot!
my players awakened (after a night of drinking) on a river boat to discover they had volunteered for a dangerous mission to stop a dark ritual. there was a beach map, then the dragons of stormwreck observatory map, all with around 2 dozen enemies total and the boss
player shenanigans included nuking a lot of enemies with fire spells
of note was the appearance of actual dragonlance NENIME, the character i wanted to make before i realized it would be an all elf-party
the boss was an armored kid WHOS ACTUALLY A RED DRAGON WYRMLING wearing a ruby imbued with change shape. she was gona stay out of the fight to mess with her relic-takhesis-holocron-rubix cube for 3 rounds, unless someone messed with her enough times to piss her off
feeling that my players needed some help, i had minotour guy try to repair a ' damaged' istarian drone - he succeeded. in the fight, the istarian drone would eventually go on to bind our boss, and the elf assassin got two back to back nat 20s on her with frost touch. with the relic finding her unworthy, our boss fled badly injured
here are some of my notes:
Nini sea elf (dimernesti)
TALL STANDING AKIMBO
bluegreen skin, frekled face w sunburnt cheeks, silver hair / green eyes
bonespear - some hatchets ,
HER ARMOR IS a shirt of clam shells over a kalaman military TUNIC
SHE HOLDS UP HER WEBBED HANDS
> GREETINGS! Are you ready for the mission?
> the highly dangerous mission we volunteered for?
(wizard elf tried to seduce her, he had to save it for after the mission, where i would have him do a charisma check w adv - he failed)
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the chamber is bathed in a baleful, ruddy light. high in the air, a pyramid of red glass
and red gold burns with a furious, suffocating aura
beneath it, a pair of draconians flank not a grizzled warlord, but… a little girl,
seething at this interruption as only a child can seethe
> morons!
Ayveryhys head is a rats nest of black hair - bound behind her back
her features are pale,
shes unmistakably 9 or 10 years old
strangely, her widdle eyes glow with flecks of molten light
she even wears armor - exquisietely crafted, wraught in black steel
and edged in gold, not unlike the votive images youve seen of Takhesis
of course, the armor bears the dragon queen's clawed spiral
a glowing ruby is set prominently in place of the claw representing fire dragons
> YOU WILL NOT STAND IN MY WAY!
(despite previous hints, they did not see her being a dragon coming)
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