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BRAIN DISEASE
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Because almost every night elf focused discord I'm in suddenly has people talking about the Druid of the Flame (current, former, reformed, evil, not-really-evil) OC they're planning for 10.2...
(And maybe I shouldn't be quite so snarky since Kyuusei also has ties to the Druids of the Flame - but I've been alluding to that for four years now...)
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The first batch of adopts is done! You can bid on these in the comments below or in my discord! The link to my discord is here: https://discord.gg/2VanEdrZ
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A collection of various player tokens I've drawn for party members since switching VTTs.
#dnd#dungeons and dragons#art#vtt tokens#Pip the flaming dog might be my favorite tbh#he's our current druid's wildfire spirit and he's the GOODEST boy
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For the new plants to grow they need nutrients, so let the old ones BURN TO ASHES!!! This is the "Wildfire Druid" diceset and its made of three colors of resin which are layered on top of each other. It resembles a sky with burning flames beneath.
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#fire#flame#wildfire#druid#dice#dnd#dnd5e#epoxy#handmade#resin#rpg#ttrpg#catinthedicebag#würfel#diceset#dungeonsanddragons#polyhedraldice
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I know people meme the hell out of Minthara running into the Shadow cursed lands to find your camp after recruiting her. But on a serious note, I promise she used a minor flame spell to protect herself until she got to said camp.
#[ 🕷️ ] —— headcanons#[ which is a real logic you can use in game ]#[ before I converted to the awesome side and walk with ka'/rniss and get free lamps I used ]#[ my Druid's flame weapon to get through the shadow cursed lands until I found torches for everyone ]
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Some ex flame druids have a good time at ETC show
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bro the way merlin’s go-to way to show the people he loves how magic can be beautiful is with fire manipulation,,, im unwell.
#ashley rambles#merlin#bbc merlin#first with freya and the candles#and then arthur with the dragon#both times it ended with death. like how could this kid not associate showing magic equaling dying in his arms. every fucking time he felt#safe enough to show this side they ALL DIE. WILL. HIS DAD. LANCELOT. FREYA. LANCE AGAIN. ARTHUR. THAT ONE DRUID LADY THAT WAS CHILL#also not to mention how ironic it is that fire was his choice when thats the very thing he was taught to fear. everyone he loved also burned#in situations he no doubt blamed himself for. like will died saving arthur and merlin couldnt save him with magic bc of said prince#merlin could only watch as freya died in his arms sobbing that she felt so loved#lance died for him so he didnt sacrifice himself. merlin was more important than anything to lance and he proved it. merlin watched helpless#as lance decided to take his own life and he was powerless to stop him. to tell him goodbye. to tell him he needed him around#i made a post long ago where i said it was ironic fics make merlin afraid of the pyre when he was one of the few not burned in the end#AND ARTHUR. god. a dragon made of flame?? are you kidding?? can u be more symbolic pls. two of them shown in one simple effortless move#fire was probably a comfort to merlin. its real tangible proof of something being created out of nothing.#it burns and it destroys but it also provides a light in the dark. warmth in the cold.#just like magic. just like him. he can hurt others and himself but he also is such a brilliant light to the world. he is sunshine#and butterflies but he is also the storm needed to understand just how lovely the good is#why am i talking bye
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No Agreements With Fire
[ Photo by raquel raclette on Unsplash ]
“There, that should do it.”
Deep within Sor'theril Barrow Den, Ymalius stepped back, kicking aside discarded bandages stained with blood and ashes to examine his handiwork. In front of him, a kaldorei sat on a low stool, stripped to the waist with her back turned to the healer's work. Burns and cuts littered her shoulders, back, and arms, each wound carefully cleaned and even now fading as the green dragon’s potent magic sped the healing process.
“You ought to rest, you know.” He stepped close again to trace a burn along her left arm where the flesh had once been seared to black. It was almost recovered, well ahead of her other wounds, the swirled markings on her skin clearly visible once more. “This healing’s going to take a lot out of you.” He snorted, visage turning to a wry smile. “But you should know that by now”
“What am I supposed to do, hrm?” Kyuusei half-turned, silvered gaze looking sidelong at the dragon. “Rest in the Dream?” Her laugh was humorless. “We’re already here. They’re already here. And I told her I’d protect it. You knew what you were doing when you dragged me out of Val’sharah and asked me to come to the Isles. Don't tell me to rest now.” She leaned forward again to rest her elbows on her knees, long, unruly hair obscuring her face.
“I suppose,” Ymalius mused, “I did.” Of all the healing wounds on Kyuu’s back, one old scar had resisted all attempts at mending. Between her shoulder blades, the skin was warped in a palm-sized circle, twisted like clay beneath the hand of some cruel potter. “What about this?” he asked, lightly touching the disfigurement.
Kyuusei jerked forward as if shocked. She glared over her shoulder, lips pulled back in a fanged snarl, and Ymalius quickly stepped away to raise his hands in placation. The druid reached for her tunic with an abrupt motion and stood to pull it over her head, back still turned as she became engrossed in the act of lacing the leather garment. “There’s nothing about it,” she snapped back. “I don’t have time for this, Ymalius. I need to get back out there.”
“You forget what I am, Kyuu.” Still circumspect, he moved to the opposite side of the small barrow, leaning against the wall with affected nonchalance. “I’m a dreamwarden, and I slumbered in that meadow outside your cottage for years. Long before you arrived there. I knew your dreams while I slept.” Ymalius sighed ruefully. “And I know your nightmares as well. I know how you came by that scar. Are you going to tell anyone before it comes back to burn you?”
With a last tug at the laces of her tunic, Kyuu turned to face him. Her eyes were still set in a glare, but with a slow exhale of breath, her gaze softened and her shoulders drooped. “Tell them what? The Circle already knows about Delyra, knows she went to the Flame, knows I was the one that killed her at Hyjal. I loved her since we were children, Ymalius. What am I supposed to tell the Circle now, that I was so heartbroken when she left that I tried to follow her, and the Druids of the Flame wouldn’t even have me? That they just... marked me and cast me back out? That I slunk back to the Circle to join the assault on the Firelands instead?”
She took a deep breath before squaring her shoulders. “No. That’s the past. I’ve been lost and burned and found myself again since then. This is what matters now. “ Kyuusei gestured to the passage that led out of the barrow and back to the Emerald Dream. “Amirdrassil. That tree, that – hope.”
“You’re not afraid someone will come forward?” The dragon pushed off the wall and gathered the discarded bandages for a waste bin. “That some disciple of Flame will speak up under interrogation? Her!” Yamalius abruptly took on a self-righteous cast as he leveled a taloned finger at Kyuu in mock accusation. “She came to us in the past! You can’t trust her!” He lifted a brow in question.
Kyuusei’s response was flat and sure. “No. The ones who cast me out? They’re dead. I remember that clearly enough. And these... zealots? Cultists? They’re something different. I thought I was the only one left to remember until you opened your mouth. Besides,” a lopsided grin, the expression familiar and comforting, crept across her features, “I was recruited to defend the Dream by a member of the Green Dragonflight. You. That has to be worth something, dora dor.”
Ymalius gave a low chortle. “It might be, a little bit. I’m sorry, Kyuu. I just don’t think there’s room for doubts out there anymore.” He canted his head. “I had to be sure.”
“You say you’ve seen my dreams,” Kyuu snorted, “but you still needed to be sure. So much for the storied wisdom of Dragonkind. Come on, we need to get back out there.”
A few-score paces took them out of the barrow den, followed by the thunder of broad wings striking the air as Ymalius bore them north to the Wellspring of Life, where the fight against Primalists, Djaradin, and Druids of the Flame was fiercest.
And if the torches that lit the barrow den were dimmer, their flame guttering lower with Kyuusei’s departure, there were no eyes remaining in the barrow to notice...
References
Influences – Delyra
A Repressed Memory – The Firelands
A Dream of You
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dungeons and dragons is so fun bc right now i’m in 2 campaigns and i play them back-to-back on fridays.
in the first campaign i play this mangy little level 5 goblin spores druid named pellet. she is silly and i love her to death. also she will bite your ankles and it will fucking Hurt. the entire party she’s a part of is very well balanced and- despite their sometimes clashing personalities- they’re very competent in combat which leads to thrilling high-stakes battles
in the second campaign i play a level 4 half-elf goolock named cal. we’re all playing villains in a cyberpunk and we work for a villain organization. cal is NOT built for this whole high-stakes job thing, nor is the rest of his team. this party consists of a bunch of glass cannons and one glass nuclear bomb (our wizard). today’s session was the first time cal has been in combat and not passed out or been downed- we did not finish this encounter, though, so there’s still time for him to get bodied
#marzi speaks#it’s SO funny#i go from this incredibly powerful druid to the world’s most pathetic nepo baby#pellet does not know what a sex or a romance is- she just knows people are weird about each other sometimes#cal avoids discussions of sex but pretends women love him. he does not know that he’s gay yet but the closet is glass#pellet is unbothered and in her lane. she finds conflict funny#cal has become a dedicated hater of one specific hero after she absolutely bodied him. he tries to flame her on social media#today pellet moonbeamed the shit out of a horrifying spider cyborg and prepared to do surgery on a party member#today cal’s organization got raided and he is currently fighting a very strong hero in a robe and skincare face mask#pellet laughs at god. cal begs god for just one good day#they’re so funny
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Turning Tides
(( DWC November 2023, Day 3, Inspiration/Unresolved, CW: combat, violent death; @daily-writing-challenge ))
Lorellai rolled away from a blast of flame launched at her by a flame-scarred druid, barely avoiding the worst of the heat even as the caster began another incantation. She drew up to one knee, and put her fingers in her mouth to let out a sharp whistle.
The druid sneered at Lorellai, the cruelty on her face plain to see. "No one will stop us from recovering our perfect immortality!" the druid shouted, the flames flaring bright in her hands. Lorellai coughed.
"Yeh won't be seein' it!" the girl shouted back, as a form loomed up behind the druid. The smack of a wet sticky tongue caused her to lose concentration on her spell, and the look of fear and confusion on her face was almost comical as Stroganoff pulled her into his mouth, biting down hard. Her legs kicked twice, and then stopped while the mighty hornswog burbled, bathing his victim in his molten juices. Stroganoff was not one to play nice when his dwarf was in danger.
"Good boy, good, good boy!" Lorellai said, pulling herself to her feet and leaning on Stroganoff to steady herself. Her arms felt like jelly, and she didn't need a mirror to know she was covered in soot and minor burns. She'd had to toss her bomb pouch for fear of it cooking off, and the rest of her gear was in rough shape from the hours of fighting for the Wellspring. She pulled her goggles down, wiping the lenses clean as she scanned the battlefield for her friends. Down the way, Ghorren, Edmund, Shansii and the rest were holding back a swarm of primalists and fire elementals with everything they had, while further down the line she could see the Kaldorei and the Dragons being hard pressed. She'd been tasked with helping knock out the ritual towers the primalists had created to block arcane spells, and she had done her part of the job, but it had taken everything she had. Lorellai was exhausted. They all were.
A pained roar interrupted her reverie. She gasped as she saw Alexstrasza fall, struck from the air by Fyrakk, both taking their visage forms down below, out of her range. She zoomed in, seeing them speak, seeing Fyrakk raise his axe... and then she saw the smile on the dragonqueen's face. Zooming out, she saw the portals opening, and the smile that grew on her face threatened to split it in two. Their friends from the dragon isles, the Kirin tor, and the heroes of the Alliance and Horde emerged, and forced Fyrakk to retreat. A horn blew, and she saw the banner of the Argent Crusade flying, and knew that her uncle Dolraan was down there as well.
A burst of arcane energy flared from the other side of Stroganoff, catching her attention. She had barely moved to look and see what it was when she was grabbed and pulled into a familiar hug. "Och, lass, there yeh are! Oh I'm so proud of yeh!" Drogar yelled, holding her close enough she worried she might not be able to breathe. Well, she'd held her breath for worse reasons, and she just gripped him tight, burying her face into his beard like she had when she was little.
"Oh da," she said when he loosened his grip, "it's been real hard out here, harder than any of your stories!" Drogar beamed at her as he continued to hold her, feeling her shudder as she tried not to cry.
"I know lass. Some things the stories can never get across. But you've done so bloody well, and I'm so bloody proud of yeh. But there's more t' do, so why don't we get on down and finish up this fight so we can catch up proper, aye?" he declared, stepping back and pulling a rifle and one of his combat mecha-squirrels from their place on his back. He tossed his daughter a potion that was caught and eagerly gulped down, restoring her stamina.
"Alright dad, let's do this." Lorellai declared, hefting her spear, and shouting a warcry as she charged down the hill, Stroganoff at her side and her father at her back. They had a battle to win.
#drogar writes#Lorellai#Drogar#loose canon#Yeah the senior meddlers were in the gondor calls for aid moment of course they were#Janosis delivered Drogar to Lorellai's side by personal request#and was then promptly forced to flee a sudden flame druid surge#He's fine the tuskarr rescued him
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Fandral Staghelm is one with my favourite bosses/NPCs in WoW. I like the idea of the druid being antagonist. 😈
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Warcraft and Fandral Staghelm © Blizzard
Tarion Teron © Me (TamiIsntHere)
Night Elf Models © Mailer (Steam) Note: I just edited textures and and connected the meshes together.
#At first I was uncertain to upload these artworks but whatever :P#Fandral would get into my Crossverse as a spirit after the adventurers killed him in WoW universe/au#years later he followed Tarion to manipulate him and take control over his body but he failed#Warcraft#World of Warcraft#wow#tamiisnthere's artwork#Fandral Staghelm#Majordomo Staghelm#Tarion Teron#Crossover Universe#oc#original character#canon character#Fandral#night elf#night elves#kaldorei#druid#druids#druid of the flame
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#world of warcarft#warcraf#warcraft art#wow#fandral staghelm#ragnaros the firelord#ragnaros#druid of the flame#tindral sageswift
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Druid of the Flame worgen are real! Thank you Dragonflight 10.2
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#dnd#fantasy#homebrew#yugioh#flame swordsman#fighter#subclass#class#joey wheeler#yugi muto#seto kaiba#game master#crafts#yu gi oh#dungeons and dragons#game#druid#red eyes black dragon#red eyes
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Please please dont tell me I was the only one confused on Edgin's class due to his lack of casting visible spells, I feel so silly. I also didn't pay attention to any promo highlighting that he was a bard; I only saw the trailers. For all I knew I thought he was a rogue that happened to have a lute proficiency. I mean, the Harpers were described as spies/thieves and everything.
#i am a DM for christs sake#then again the druid didn't cast any spells that i could remember#she only wildshaped#idk#PLEASE dont flame me#dnd:hat#honor among thieves#dnd
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