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greenwitchcrafts · 7 months

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October 2023 witch guide

Full moon: October 28th

New moon: October 14th

Sabbats: Samhain

October Hunter's Moon

Known as: Blood moon, drying rice moon, falling leaf moon, freezing moon, migrating moon, moon of the changing seasons, shedding moon, ten colds moon, winterfelleth & windermanoth

Element: Air

Zodiac: Libra & Scorpio

Nature spirits: Frost faeries & Plant faeries

Deities: Apollo, Astarte, Belili, Cernunnos, Demeter, Hathor, Herne, Horned God, Ishtar, Kore, Lakshmi & Mercury

Animals: Elephant, jackal, ram, scorpion & stag

Birds: Crow, heron & robin

Trees: Acacia, apple, cypress & yew

Herbs/Plants: Angelica, apple blossom, burdock, catnip, pennyroyal, sweet Annie, thyme & Uva ursi

Flowers: Calendula, cosmos & marigold

Scents: Apple blossom, cherry & strawberry

Stones: Amethyst, beryl, obsidian, opal, tourmaline & turquoise

Colors: Black, dark blue, Dark greens & purples

Energy: Artistic works, balance, creativity, harmony, inner cleansing, justice, karma, legal matters, mental stimulation, partnerships, reincarnation & uncovering mysteries or secrets

It is believed that this name originates from the fact that it was a signal for hunters to prepare for the upcoming cold winter by going hunting. This is because animals were beginning to fatten up in preparation for the winter season. Moreover, since fields had recently been cleared out under the Harvest Moon, hunters could easily spot deer and other animals that had come out to search for remaining scraps. Additionally, foxes and wolves would also come out to prey on these animals.

The earliest use of the term “Hunter’s Moon,” cited in the Oxford English Dictionary, is from 1710. Some sources suggest that other names for the Hunter’s Moon are the Sanguine or Blood Moon, either associated with the blood from hunting or the color of the changing autumn leaves.

Samhain

Also known as: All Hallow's Eve, Ancestor Night, Feast of Apples, Feast of Sam-fuim, Feast of Souls, Feast of the Dead, Geimhreadh, Hallowmass, Martinmass, Old Hallowmas, Pagan New Year, Samana, Samhuinn, Samonios, Shadowfest & Third Harvest

Season: Fall

Symbols: Apples, bats, besom(brooms), black cats, cauldrons, ghosts, gourds, jack-o-lanterns, pumpkins, scarecrows & witches

Colors: Black, gold, orange, silver & white

Oils/incense: Basil, cloves, copal, frankincense, gum mastic, heather, heliotrope, mint, myrrh & nutmeg

Animals: Bat, boar, cat cattle & dogs

Stones: Amber, anatase, black calcite, black obsidian, black tourmaline, brass, carnelian, clear quartz diamond, garnet, gold, granite, hematite, iron, jet, marble, pearl, pyrite, ruby, sandstone, sardonyx, smokey quartz, steel & tektite

Foods: Apples, ale, beef, cider, corm, fruits, garlic, gourds, grains, hazelnuts, herbal teas, mushroom, nettle, nuts, pears, pomegranates, pork, poultry, pumpkin pie, sunflower seeds, thistle, turnips & wine (mulled)

Herbs/plants: Acorn, Allspice, catnip, corn, dittany of Crete, hazel, mandrake, mugwort, mullien, oak leaves, pine, rosemary, sage, straw, tarragon, thistle, wormwood & yellow cedar

Flowers: Calendula, chrysanthemum, deadly nightshade, rue & fumitory

Goddesses: Al-lat, Baba Yaga, Badb, Banba, Bast, Bebhionn, Bronach, Brunhilde, Cailleach, Carlin, Cassandra, Cerridwen, Copper Woman, Crobh Dearg, Devanyani, Dolya, Edda, Elli, Eris, Erishkigal, Fortuna, Frau Holde, Hecate, Hel, Ishtar, Kali, Macha Mania, Morrigan, Nemesis, Nephthys, Nicneven & Rhiannon

Gods: Arawan, Baron Samede, Belenus, Coyote, Cronus, Dagda, Dis, Hades, Loki, Nefertum, Odin, Osiris, Pluto, Woden & Xocatl

Issues Intentions & Powers: Crossroads, darkness, death, divination, honoring ancestors, introspection, the otherworld/underworld, release, visions & wisdom (of the crone)

Spellwork: Divination, fire magick, night magick, shape-shifting, spirit calling & water magick

Related festivals:

• Day of the Dead- (Spanish: Día de Muertos or Día de los Muertos) is a holiday traditionally celebrated on November 1st and 2nd, though other days, such as October 31 or November 6, may be included depending on the locality. It is widely observed in Mexico, where it largely developed & is also observed in other places, especially by people of Mexican heritage. Although related to the simultaneous Christian remembrances for Hallowtide, it has a much less solemn tone and is portrayed as a holiday of joyful celebration rather than mourning. The multi-day holiday involves family and friends gathering to pay respects and to remember friends and family members who have died. These celebrations can take a humorous tone, as celebrants remember funny events and anecdotes about the departed.

• All Saints Day- is a Christian solemnity celebrated in honor of all the saints & martyrs of the Church, whether they are known or unknown

Activities:

• Dedicate an altar to loved ones who have passed

• Boil a simmer pot to cleanse your space

• Have a silent dinner

• Light a candle for your loved ones & yourself

• Decorate your house and/or altar

• Release negative energy & cleanse your with a ritual bath

• Pull tarot cards to see what may be in store for you ahead

• Cleanse, clean & de-clutter your space

• Leave offerings to the Fae

• Journal & reflect on your accomplishments, challenges & everything you did this year

•Go on a nature walk

• Learn a new form of divination

• Have a bonfire with your friends and/or family

• Carve pumpkins

• Express yourself creatively through art, music, ect

• Visit a cemetery & help clean off areas that need it or to visit a family member/ ancestor & leave an offering

• Hold a seance

• Bake spooky treats & bread as offerings

• Refresh your protection magicks, sigils & rituals

Samhain is a Gaelic festival on 1 November marking the end of the harvest season and beginning of winter or "darker half" of the year. Celebrations begin on the evening of 31 October, since the Celtic day began and ended at sunset.

This fire festival is celebrated on October 31st & is considered the Pagan New Year. It is the first Sabbat on the Wheel of the Year, a cross-quarter festival & the third (final) harvest festival of the mundane year. This is the time when the veil between the worlds of the living & those who have passed is the thinnest, which allows greater communication between the two

Some believe this is the time of the Goddess's mourning of the death of the God until his rebirth at Yule. The Goddess's sadness can be seen in the shortening, darkening days & the arrival of cold weather

Sources:

Farmersalmanac .com

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

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seahagart · 3 months

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Sorry if you already answered this but who is Drifa's goddess?

She worships the goddess of wilderness (nothing canon in game) Basically since she's a paladin and paladin's follow an oath rather than picking a pantheon at the start, i thought it'd be interesting if her oath is to her temple, she was the protector of her temple for the past 15+ years which is dedicated to the Lady of Frost, Goddess of the Wilds, Maiden of Snow. Essentially goddess of the wilderness, snow, and survival.

Huge Drífa lore dump under the cut.

She was left at the temple while all of the other members slowly left, one by one, when their godess called to them to do so. Each one that left has never returned. Eventually the guardian of the temple passed, leaving Drífa to wait her turn and keep the temple until her goddess instructs her otherwise. She has waited for a long time... Eventually she stopped keeping track of how much time passed, and fell into routine.

Drífa appreciates nature, but in a 'respect what could kill you' way. She does not love animals because they're cute and fuzzy, she appreciates them because of their tenacity, and their skills. She worships the circle of life, that the strong live while the weak perish, and it is her duty to protect this. Meaning hunting is normal, but to kill for the sake of killing is deplorable. It is her duty to keep the shrine, make offerings to her goddess, and protect the way of life on the mountain. Hunters who come to collect for their food on the mountain are fine, but outsiders who come into her territory to take more than they give are dealt with.

She is cold, ruthless, territorial, but she is also kind, gentle, giving. Drífa can't help herself sometimes. She takes in a hunter who should be facing the consequences of his grave miscalculation aka he didn't respect the mountain and should freeze or figure a way out... but she gives him shelter. She should just kill the bear that keeps taking the food from her traps, and she curses it plenty, but it was a brutal winter, she sees the bear has cubs, so she lets it take her prize when she shouldn't.

When Drífa has her child, she sees this as a gift from her goddess, her next lesson in survival. Raising young. Drífa softens even more. She would not think about putting something out of its misery, or striking if it meant she will have food... But now she has a boy who loves birds and pleads with her to help it. So she does. Then its the fox still alive in her trap, she has a soft spot for foxes as she likes them for their cleverness, so she nurses it back to health when she knows she shouldnt. She gives more time to her child and neglects the offerings, the shrine, and soon is too focused on playing with her child she doesn't hear the footsteps in the snow. They are attacked, her child is separated from her, and ultimately is never recovered. She spends weeks searching only to find scraps and blood. She returns, heart broken, and brings swift death to those who did this, the warriors that moved into her shrine while she was gone. All of them are put outside as a warning to those that enter her territory. She never sees other people after this. She knows this was a punishment from her goddess, she was losing sight of her duty as the temple keeper, she wasn't respecting her place in the world, and now had to survive the worst: grief. She decided she would overcome this, just like everything else, and would survive because that's what she is meant to do.

She is taken from her mountain by the nautliod, her temple crushed and destroyed. She believes this is the sign from her goddess, forcing her to leave the mountain and pursue her next step. Eventually she is with others for the first time in years, and she sees this as a sign that she is meant to be with them, protect this group, until she can figure out what her goddess is telling her. Drífa slowly gets more socialized, learns more common, talks more, but remains the quiet, stoic presence in the party. She is starting to wonder if her goddess is punishing her because these people have so many problems.... She continues on, helping where she sees fit.

Eventually as part of her quest line, she is reunited with her son who was saved by some 'do gooders' aka saw a battered young boy in the snow and took him, not realizing mama bear was on her way to get him. They took him many villages over so Drífa couldn't track him, and eventually her son gets better, and after a few years begins his own quest to find his way back to the mountain and find his mom to see if she's alive. After much searching, he hears about a big orc in town, and he thinks maybe it could be a lead, so he shows up to demand answers, ready to do whatever it takes, only to have his bow pointed at his mom. It takes them a moment to recognize each other, but obviously after that they have a beautiful reunion. Drífa thanks her goddess, because clearly this was a reward for her well done work, and because she learned her lesson, etc.

Now the party members get to find out that mama bear is actually a mom and has a son and if they romance her, they will be a step-parent... lol

#drífa #bg3 #thank you for the ask btw!!!

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bandagegirl · 3 months

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are there any gods the God Hunter regrets killing? like, their death caused some consequences? or maybe some she's kinda chill with, Fortuna is so nice after all...

Ded Moroz is the god of winter and doom, the name in my version stemming from both Ded Moroz, a being from russian mythology equivalent to Santa Claus, and from the greek personification of Doom, Moros.

This Ded Moroz would give children gifts during the cold harsh winters to secure their survival, to make sure doom stays far away from them so to speak. But all God Hunter knows is that Ded Moroz is the god of Winter and Doom, two very negative and powerful things. So surely things will be better once killed, right?

With the god of winter dead, the seasons go crazy, the weather becomes far too hot, ice and snow that has existed for ages begins to melt, a chain reaction of doom being out of control. It is only through the collaboration of various gods dealing with snow, frost, cold, ice, all the things that make up a cold winter, for things to return to normal. Something that Coral is to thank for, using her role as the goddess of family, of bonds, to have them work together.

When a god dies, other gods will usually fill the space left behind, even if it requires someone else to orchestrate the teamwork. But it doesnt negate the fact that God Hunter messed up. If killing a god like Ded Moroz endangered everyone like this, what would happen when other gods were killed too? If the gods of the sea and ocean and waters were killed, will the ocean go out of control or dry up? Will killing the gods of the sun and the stars destroy the sun and the stars? Will killing a god of hunger and food cause all to starve?

God Hunter has to rethink her plans and herself. God Hunter fully believes that all gods are cruel, that all mortals suffer under their reign, that things would be better with all dead. She had so far gone for more "low level gods", gods low on the pantheons, whose dead affected their followers more than anyone else. Gods that God Hunter was sure were bad, often being called by mortals who wish to be freed. But killing Ded Moroz caused more than she had thought it would. God Hunter thought she was getting rid of cruel cold winters that destroy all life. Instead, she caused the death of many innocents, many of which were young children waiting for their presents to make it through the cold.

God Hunter needs to rethink. Not all gods are cruel. Many gods are kind and caring without any bad intentions. God Hunter needs to realize that she was atleast partially wrong and that is a worldview shattering thing. She is the God Hunter after all. Who is she if she cannot go out to hunt down every last god?

Coral the sea anemone and goddess of family belongs to @fanfic-enthusiast

Before this, God Hunter's opinion on a kind goddess like Fortuna was that it had to be a trick, a facade. She fully believed that even the kindest of acting gods had to have some ulterior motiv. But now? She'll need some time to figure everything out. That things arent clear black and white.

#asks #arts #cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl oc #god hunter #this is barely colt for anyone who has no idea who the hell these girls are

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gifts-of-heimdall-runes · 2 years

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The Map of the Nine Realms

By: kade32 [DeviantArt]

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Originally posted:2018/12/12

Yggdrasil, commonly known as the "World Tree" which contains and holds the Nine Realms together.

THE NINE REALMS:

Ásgarðr (Asgard), the homeworld of the Æsir gods and Ásynja goddesses and the Bifrost.

Valhöll (Valhalla), Odin's realm in Asgard and the heavenly home of the valkyries who decide which warriors die in battle and who lives.

Valaskjalf, Odin's palace.

Þrúðheimr (Thrudheim), the residence of Thor.

Breiðablik, the residence of Baldr.

Himinbjörg, the dwelling of Heimdallr.

Álfheimr (Alfheim), a beautiful, prosperous and bright realm free of the iron grip of war and famine and the homeworld of the álfar/ljósálfar (light elves).

Miðgarðr (Midgard), also known as Earth, the homeworld of the mortals.

Vanaheimr (Vanaheim), a peaceful realm of great nature and the homeworld of the Vanir, lesser gods opposite to the Æsir.

Jötunheimr (Jotenheim or Udgård), the frozen, snowy and mountainous realm of endless winters and the homeworld of the jötnar (frost giants).

Múspellsheimr (Muspelheim), a fiery, molten realm of fire and heat, the homeworld of the "sons of Muspel" (fire giants) and their ruler, Surtr.

Svartálfaheimr (Svartalfheim), a darkened realm parallel to that of Nidavellir and the homeworld of both the svartálfar (black elves) and the dökkálfar (dark elves). Niðavellir (Nidavellir), a section of Svartalfheim inhabited by of the dvergar (dwarves), blacksmiths and craftsmen of the Æsir gods.

Niflheimr (Niflheim), a cold and lifeless netherworld enshrouded in a misty cloud of fog where the souls of the dishonorable arrive upon death.

Helheimr (Hel), the dark, labyrinthine realm of Hel where the evil souls become trapped for eternity and the homeworld by Hel, daughter of Loki.

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cosmok13 · 18 days

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Skadi is the Norse Goddess of Winter. She was born as a Frost Giant, and the daughter of Thiasse. The Frost Giants were one of the most feared creatures in Norse Mythology, and they had a tense relationship with the Gods. Although, there were some instances that a Frost Giant could gain the rank of God, Loki being a prime example. Despite Skadi's ancestorial nature, she was considered beautiful to many and far more kind-hearted compared to her brethren. She was tough, but wasn't quick to anger so she rarely started a fight. She was admired by the gods for her strength, abilities and beauty. She was also associated as the goddess of the wilderness, bowhunting, skiing and mountains.

The most known myth involving Skadi was how she became a Goddess in the Norse Patheon. After the death of her father, she was the only remaining relative he had, which meant she inherited his kingdom on the mountains. While she was upset about the death of her father, who had been killed by one of the gods, she did not become vengeful. Instead, she requested an audience with their King, Odin. Skadi demanded compensation for her father's death, and because Odin was impressed with her even temper, he agreed. Skadi's request was to be wed to one of the gods, and the one she was in love with was none other than Baldur, who was the Norse God of Light and Peace. Baldur had quite a number of admirers, so it was no surprise that Skadi requested him to be her husband, as even she was smitten with his handsome features. While many young maidens and other goddesses wanted him, Skadi was wise enough to use her father's death as a compensational leverage to arrange a marriage with him.

Despite her beauty and reasonable request, none of the gods wished to marry her and live in the forsty mountains, not even Baldur himself. Skadi was determined to chose her own husband, and they had to comply to satisfy the polite giantess. So, Odin came up with a plan for her to choose a husband by random. The bachelors lined up and stood behind a curtain with only their feet showing. Skadi would pick her groom by the appearance of his feet, which she agreed to as she believed the prince would have the smoothest and prettiest feet of them all. After inspecting every set of feet, she picked the ones that were the least worn, believing it to be Baldur. But when the curtains rose up, the feet belonged to Njord, the god of the wind and the sea. He was an older god and already had two grown daughters, but possessed no wife. Because Skadi chose her own husband, they were forced to marry much to the begrudgement of both gods.

Njord couldn't stand living in the cold mountains, nor could Skadi dare to live by the sea. Because of their inability to live in their partner's respective places, the two ended up separating after 18 nights of marriage, nine of which they spent in Njord's home and the other nine in Skadi's home. Despite the two no longer being married, Skadi kept her Goddess title and was known as the Norse deity that represented Winter.

So, this was my first artwork I did with the leftover diamond dotz I had after a few of my projects. I was originally going to do some Greek deities, but I was watching some Marvel Movies with Thor and Loki at the time and thought: You know what? Why don't I test this out with some Norse Gods cause they don't get nearly enough love as the Greeks. Skadi was such a fascinating character to look up, and I enjoyed coloring her blue skin and giving her and outfit fit for winter and skiing. Honestly, despite her having a cold body, she seemed like such a catch. Any woman who could help you survive winter and give you the blessing of a hunt seemed like such a deal breaker, especially in such times. Though I guess she did get a better deal with the Gods than Loki, but that is up for debate.

I mostly used the dotz to show the title of the Goddess and added them as part of her outfit. I tried to use the other dotz for the environment, but I don't think I did that great of a job. But hey, live and learned. For a first time project, I'm glad it turned out well. And it only helped me learn what not to do for my other projects. I'll be posting more of these Gods/Goddesses/Deities later on. For now, I hope you enjoy Skadi!

#diamond dotz #norse mythology #norse paganism #norse goddess #skadi #painting #tradtional art

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yaatrickyassification · 2 years

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The maiden - [ Columbina x Fem! Reader ]

Synopsis: With the death of Signora, it was now time for another Harbinger to fill in that position of being the Tsaritsa's favorite.

A sigh left Pierro's chapped lips, may it be the lack of water intake or the everlasting winter that nips and bites every skin with a beautiful and icy frost, he doesn't know. But what he does know is that he can't fathom the Harbingers with their little contest.

A husky laugh that was muffled by the masked man who is the second harbinger brought a little helpless smile on Pierro's aged face, Pulcinella who was quietly listening to the two's woes about their other comrades brought a quiet laugh to his chest that will soon erupt if the conversation is continued a little further, it is time for a topic change, Pulcinella thought.

"What is Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa's reaction to it?" Pierro raised a brow at Pulcinella's questioning, the It Pulcinella was asking about is surely about the favored harbinger's death, Pierro and Capitano exchanged knowing glances with each other, the two were already well acquainted with the old elf's quirks and the different social cues that comes with being in a high position.

"That I don't know of," Pierro mumbled, Capitano looks on over to the first harbinger with an indiscernible expression hidden in his eyes, "for being called the god of love she showed no reaction and remained stoic upon hearing the news of Lohalfer's death."

"Capitano." A warning was issued, seeing the serious expression on Pierro's face, Capitano instantly silenced himself.

With the tense atmosphere now surrounding the table made of ice, courtesy of the archon of their beloved nation, Pulcinella sighs and mumbled a small "I see." The conversation that started warm now turned cold in the end. A befitting end for the harbingers who fight in the frost-bitten weather.

The silence was interrupted by the guard who stood outside of the tall and wide door, an announcement of someone higher than them was being made, "Her Majesty, The Tsaritsa together with the third fatui harbinger, ms. Columbina the maiden!" With the announcement the three who were seated on the lavish chairs of the Zapolyarny Palace now all stood up out of respect for their leader.

All of them bowed as your figure that was dressed with intricate and lavish designs of different shades of blue stepped inside the room, your posture was poise and elegance, deserving of being the queen of ice.

"May the day of our rebellion against the divine come at last," all three of them echoed fervently, while the fair maiden stayed quiet behind you.

"No need for greetings," you said, "tell me everything."

You sat down on the seat that was intended for someone of high position, the archon, the one who rules over them all. The fair maiden Columbina walks over to you with quiet steps before sitting herself down on the cold marble floor.

Her head now rested on your lap, the intricate and impeccably designed pieces of jewelry that lightly prick her skin with irritation made her face scrunch up but eased down as she felt a hand combing through her black-purple locks, the jewelry was long forgotten and she paid it no mind as long as she can be in contact with you, her time with you was already shortened by a margin due to this untimely meeting.

She was sure that this was one of the harbinger's plots of her getting the shortest amount of time together with her goddess, how utterly vile of them is what she thought.

Pierro looks on over to the maiden who was uncomfortable due to the jewels that your blue dress adorned but paid no attention to it and stayed still, a sigh left his lips and he continued on the report that he had organized a day before the meeting, a meeting orchestrated by the doctor himself.

Pierro was aware of the little competition the harbingers are all facing, due to Columbina's high ranking all of the harbingers below her faced unfair division of the time for your attention with Columbina hogging all of it leaving no room for them to intervene and threatening the other harbingers with her high ranking if they ever dare to come close.

"What is it that you need Dottore?" A wishful hum left the doctor's lips as he faced the first harbinger with a respectful smile, but hidden underneath it was anything but that.

"The meeting that you're planning to have with Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, I'm sure all of it was already relayed to Her Majesty, no? I have newly acquired information that you can bring onto the table, it's concerning the movement of the divine."

"Where did you get the information?"

"I can't tell you but I assure you all of it is true," in the corner of his eye, black blood that stained the doctor's coat was seen, the abyss is what he immediately thought of as soon as he saw the color of the blood, for Dottore to make a move like this, how amusing.

"Then what do you need from me?" At his question, Pierro can see a small smile breaking out on Dottore's face.

A tapping noise was heard causing Pierro to snap out of his reverie, "what is making you so out of it Pierro?" Pierro smiles before shaking his head politely, "nothing, your majesty, just a little remnant of the past." A contemplative hum left your lips, you nodded your head signaling Pierro to continue with his report.

"Concerning the divine, your majesty, I have acquired new information about their movements," the hand that was gently stroking Columbina's head stopped, and you raised a brow out of interest.

Columbina has felt the comfortable sensation of your head pats stopping, pouting as she peeks over to your hand that stopped in mid-air, nudging her head closer to your palms, you snap out of your thoughts at the contact.

"What a greedy little maiden you are, third." Pouting at the name third, Columbina sighs before opening up her lips, she has been quiet for too long. Her throat is aching for a release, for a melody that may echo throughout the cold caste walls.

"Your majesty if I may?" Noticing her quietness from before you nodded your head at her question, Columbina smiles as a small and delightful melody comes out of her thin lips and echoes throughout the meeting room.

"Where did you get the information?" You ask curiously, any information about the divine is covered by thin-veiled lies that may or may not deceive anyone who tries to seek the truth, the sustainer of the heavenly principles made sure of it.

"If Her Majesty ever asks on who attained the precious information, please credit me properly, leader."

"I have attained this information from Dottore, your majesty." At the mention of Dotorre's cursed name, Columbina stops for a second as a low irritated moan escaped her lips, she finally figured out who orchestrated this meeting from behind the scenes, and she supposed she can pay a little visit to the doctor's lab if this charade ever continues.

An interesting hum was heard and the hand that was gently stroking Columbina's locks now laid atop the table, your fingers were slightly coated with frost, and as you tapped the table a small icicle formed under.

Capitano looks on over to the ice that made its way through the floor and to his shoes.

"Dottore?"

"The fourth harbinger, your majesty." You nod your head, "your majesty, this must seem preposterous but please know of the names of the harbingers that reside under your guidance."

You rolled your eyes as you lock your arms on your chest before leaning back to your seat, "names have an irreversible impact on a person's life, I'm content with just knowing your name and Rosalyne's, Pierro." A tired hum left Pierro and he nodded his head at your stoic countenance.

Pulcinella, who had been quiet for too long, opened his mouth to finally ask the question he has been meaning to ask ever since you walk upon those doors. He now has the chance to sate his curiosity.

"Your majesty, about the vacant position of the eight harbinger's seat, will you leave it open?" Columbina who was on the floor now stood up and went towards the back of your chair as she stood protectively behind you.

"I plan to keep the seat empty, Rosalyne deserves a memory that everyone can remember her by," Pulcinella nodded his head at your answer, seeing his confirmation of your statement, you stood up from your seat and made your way to the door.

"We are dismissed." Echoes of confirmation were heard throughout the room as you make your way outside of the meeting room, Columbina who was far behind peeks on over to the other three who remained standing and hurried on over to your side once again.

Your pace of walking neither slowing down for her nor accommodating, Columbina let out a tired breath as she finally catch up to your long steps, peeking over to your still emotionless face she opened her mouth, "Your majesty, will you ever utter a name out again if the situation ever so wishes for?"

You never stop walking and answered Columbina's question, "Is this about the harbinger's name issue? Third."

Clutching onto her coat tightly, Columbina voiced out her confirmation, "as I said before, names are irreversible and can impact your life be it good or bad, and I don't need any kind of that. I'm perfectly content with calling the others by the numbers assigned by your position, truly Pierro and Rosalyne will be the exception."

Rosalyne again, Columbina grits her teeth, "what is it about Rosalyne that you utter out her name like this, your majesty?" At that question, you finally stop. You turned your head over to the girl.

"Rosalyne? It may have been because of experiencing the same things together, but for now, it is because she has brought me two of the gnosis and died in a foreign land, her sacrifice will not be in vain."

"Your majesty, if there ever comes a time that you utter a name, I will make sure that it is my name that you will say like I have said and spread my devotion to you throughout the land." A laugh escapes you but your face remains stoic and expressionless as ever.

"Is that so?" A nod was given as the answer to your question, "Yes, your majesty, please wait for that day."

"How amusing, then entertained me to the fullest, Maiden."

#yaatrickyassification #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #fatui harbingers #columbina #columbina x reader #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfic #genshin columbina #genshin impact columbina #fatui x reader

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corviisquire · 2 months

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Massive Ranne Story Lore dump bc I hit art block

Pardon any grammar and spelling mistakes. My fingers type too fast for autocorrect to save me.

Don’t read if you don’t want to.

It’s long and I’m just using this post as a little diary. It’s for my own sake because writing this down is good for my organization.

Goals that I want to start soon for this story:

- Figure out a story name (I was calling it The Fall of Eden for awhile but the sleep token influence is too strongly depicted so no)

- Design Ranne’s weapons (Zweihander, scythe, short one handed sword of some sort)

- Ranne’s move set if they were a fromsoft style boss (bro for sure inflicts frost and blood loss)

- Armor sets for Ranne (Right now I need to finalize their basic black armor and cloak, but I would like to design different sets)

- Design more characters!! (Elaboration below in lore spiel)

So the lore break down begins.

Note: all characters without names mentioned are only concepts that live in my head and will be drawn out eventually. Ranne and Punicae are the only ones I’ve drawn. Find them in the tags.

World style: Ofc I’m heavily influenced by fromsoft specifically Elden ring because it sort of captures how I imagine Ranne’s world looking like. It would be a little more realistic geography wise (No Caelid like environments or that crazy scary underground place that’s purple). More first-area-of-Dark-souls-esk. Ranne dwells in a chronically snowy mountainous forest area. Being the god of winter and birds, theyre very solitary and cold (pun intended). Although Ranne can be merciless, they respect their boundaries and are polite to lower ranked gods.

In the god/deity hierarchy: the elder gods (creators of the oceans, fire, sky, etc) are on top, second tier gods like Ranne (other gods of the seasons, significant landmarks, planets, moons, other shit like that ig), third tier deities like demigods and Punicae (deities of less importance), last are other montrous creatures and mortals of significant power granted by gods.

Back on track, Ranne lore wise I’m thinking they developed a relationship with the god of autumn and decay. Ranne is androgynous representing and I would like this Autumn god to be masculine. It takes awhile for the autumn guy to win over Ranne but they become friends (and maybe something more cause I can’t deny myself an angsty love story 🤭).

Here comes the spring god. Feminine representing (I know it’s cliche but I can’t make everyone genderless). I like the idea of all the gods not being perfect and good in the story, everyone has blood on they’re hands (except maybe a top tier motherly elder being that will be concepted AND Punicae because she’d never hurt a fly). so this spring goddess, despite spring having purity growth and rebirth connations, will probably be a very evil guy. Since spring is represented by (re)birth, they would probably see themselves as a mother or older sister figure, which will lead to them being “controlling” and likes when things are in order. She sees Ranne’s new relationship with the autumn guy a threat to the order within the godly sphere and invokes jealousy within her. She also has a hatred for Ranne because they’re mean and bring death with them (winter kills gang). She sees Ranne’s harshness and revered nature as a threat to what she creates despite it being how life goes.

Quick note: Summer god, again probably a gender less being like Ranne, probably a large knight (D from Elden ring and Ornstein from DS inspired). Wise and usually stays out of any drama that happens within the godly sphere. Morally good and settles conflict when they are prompted. Morally in the right area.

Back to lore. Eventually after Ranne and autumn guy are besties, there’s a schism between the higher gods when the elder goddess/mother figure that I mentioned being not evil falls ill. Gods argue about what will happen if the mother goddess heals or passes. Who will take her place? Will nothing change? Will a second tier god become an elder god? The gods are jealous and greedy and through lots of slander, confusion and hatred, the schism turns into a full out war. This affects the mortal sphere as well (sort of like the shattering in Elden ring but a little more carnage and gods dying a lot).

ANGST TIME autumn guy eats shit and dies (dies in combat) and in a fit of rage Ranne goes a bit crazy and kills the deity who killed autumn guy and few others. Influenced by evil spring goddess, the elder gods send Ranne on a punishment to exile for 1,000 years to guard an ancient forest and temple that has been abandoned, only to return to their rank and territory once the years are over. Not thinking too much about once Ranne is free but they probably kill spring goddess for shits and giggles.

That was more typing than I’ve ever done in one sitting holy shit.

Erm idk if there’s anything else to say about lore. I’m gonna talk about characters design inspo pics now.

Autumn man:

Ofc yummy oranges, browns, and maybe some greens. I’m thinking when it becomes fall in the mortal sphere, they look orange and brown, but when’s it’s the rest of the year, they be green and brown.

(Edit: Uhm Pinterest ain’t helping rn sooooo more inspo pics later.)

If you’re a psycho and made it this far, I give you a hardy affectionate slap on the back for being a trooper. Why did you make yourself read all that.

OC Name, story name, idea, and image inspo suggestions are always welcome. I honestly need ideas for creatures and characters. I really like feedback/critque so don’t be shy. I eat content and human interaction like it’s free food so don’t be afraid to talk to me.

Anyways that’s all.

#art #creature #ranne my beloved #OC #oc rambling #oc rant #lore #OC lore #Punicae

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thegatesofinfinitespace · 3 months

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How strange, this small dragon, alike yet so unlike the Goddess he'd grown to befriend. The air around him is frigid, as if his presence alone calls the snow. He leans, crimson tipped claws reaching out to inspect. "Tell me, дракончикa, where do you come from?" -- @everlastiingiimmortals answered: Cold. That's the first word that enters Yingyue's mind. In the span of a single breath, it seems that time slows, condenses to the instance of a single breath, the world growing dark around her. White flecks dance before her eyes; is it the stars she's familiar with, or snow? Clouds leave her lungs in little billows, leaving her shivering involuntarily. For a moment, she is sure something is wrong. The Luofu never goes dark -- what happened to the artificial sky? The Luofu never grows cold. This coldness is unfamiliar and frightening, vague hints of memories too blurry and too ephemeral drifting around the corners of her mind, whispers of a chilling grief that escape swiftly from her grasp. Then she turns and her breath catches in her throat. A being -- taller than her, much much taller than even the general -- looms out from the darkness, seemingly materializing from the sudden eddies around her. The rattling of crystals with every step they take reverberates in her heart, and seeing the tall antlers sprout from their head sends a spike of apprehension through her heart. The Plagues Author? But no; the Abundance is an entity of sunshine and wheat, warmth and sweet smelling blooms, not darkness and snow, cold and frost. The more she watches, the more the entity's form grows clear. They are magnificent. Their hunched torso becomes digitigrade legs covered in sleek, white fur that end in cloven hooves. A mane of white hair, ending in tips of crimson like a splash of blood against snow, frame a sharp (but not unkind, she thinks) face with long, pointed ears like hers and red, red eyes. It is not the red of mara. Yingyue remains rooted to the spot, heart beating in her chest like the fluttering wings of a tiny bird. And then they -- he -- reaches crimson claws out to her, and speaks. The sound of his voice both rumbles from his throat and within her own head, a gasp escaping from her mouth. There is no questioning the presence of the God before her. She doesn't understand the word he uses to address her, but it is gentle. She hesitates, looking between his expectant claws and his face before cautiously accepting his hand. "F-from her--" she cuts herself off with a shy clearing of her throat, looking at their surroundings once more. The familiar scenery of the Luofu is no longer in sight. No — it was clear from the moment the God's chill rolled in that she was no longer home. Strangely, the thought doesn't terrify her as much as she thought it would. "T-this humble servant is a Scion of Long, Exalted One," she offers softly, eyes lowered respectfully. "O-only one of many... hailing from the Xianzhou Luofu, a s-space-faring ship that roams the galaxies."

It is as she cautiously places a tiny hand within his own, that the Winter realizes it. She... truly is small. Fragile in the way the Goddess he'd befriended was not, so easily breakable in the claws of one such as himself.

She is Mortal. In the barest of sense, she may not age and she may live for an extended period of time, but she was still within the reaches of Death.

Time is frozen here. This cold, this ice, it is his domain. The frost fogs at the feet, gathers in waves and clouds. Snowflakes fall silently, gathering in clumps on the ground. It is dark, the edge of midnight, the dangers of the night at its darkest point.

Her shoulders shudder here, at the edge of his domain. It is cold-- just like the tips of his fingers that she now held onto-- she would not last, just like any other living creature. Why is she here? Perhaps the strings that connected them, perhaps she'd discovered something that did not belong to her-- but it is unmistakable who she resembles.

Scion of... Crimson eyes look past to the border of his domain, to where she once came from. It was only an after image, the tempting of the creatures he'd kept from overrunning his Domain, but the deity can sense the Stars herself-- the realm of Death and the Silver one. And the Void. It blends with the souls lost here. Perhaps that was how...

"You will come with me." Rare that Morozko allowed anyone but his Court and his Bride to walk in tandem with himself, but this was a special case. She will freeze until He takes her. It would be wrong to allow any version of his dear friend to be taken so early. She is not meant to be here.

His touch is light but guiding nonetheless, fully aware of the ice that would seep into her skin if he did any more. "Scion of Long, do your best to ignore the beckons of those in the dark." The temptations of memories just out of reach and promises of warmth and familiar faces. "They are not your loved ones." Hands beckoning and opened doors to home.

"If you wish to return to where you came from, do not let go."

#;winter wraith #everlastiingiimmortals

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aeyln · 3 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ;

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ; A Goddess, A Valkyrie. Someone whom so clearly is born of the Heavens & beyond. Fashioning silver plated, non-rusted, untouched, full body armor. A helmet, with the tips forming angelic wings - such as she wears upon her backside. Joints coated in the same silver-like metal; further protection from injuries during wars. A woman with mid length, platinum blonde hair, slicked back on the left side & with a small undercut. (Currently, grown out until deciding to get it cut again.) Silver eyes, that nearly fade into the white sclera. Scars of GOLDEN coat her body, from head to toe. Brought on by the horrors endured for over a century. A perfectly chiseled facial structure & muscular frame.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ; Sun rays, Moonlight, the stars of space, the winds in the sky, the precipitation from clouds formed. The warmth that touches your face during summer, the frost on your nose tip during a cold winter. Freshly washed & dried laundry on an early morning. Dame Aylin simply smells of HOPE, courage, passion, bravery. Aylin smells of what your nostalgia smells, or what you'd expect her to smell of. There is no singular scent the Aasimar sports.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ; The battlefield, pain, anger, blood, sadness, war ⋯ Joy, the anticipation for a lover's embrace. The sweets inside a candy store.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ; Roaring thunders, lightning streaks lighting up the night's sky. War drums. Overjoyed excitement. Confidence & inspiration. Dame Aylin has the voice of a hundred spokes persons combined, & then some. Her words linger in the hearts of all, encourage & motivate all of those who listen.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 ; Clean bed sheets, the softness of a cats fur, a baby's bottom, rigid & rough over her scars. Warmth radiating off her form, practically a space heater. Full of life, yet simultaneously holding the touch of coldness. Stiffness. Death lingers behind ashen skin. Fiery skin once so inviting, became distant & clouded with disdain & stains for a time. Sometimes, this feeling can come back, when nightmares strike.

#hc*#moonmaiden's queue*

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docholligay · 2 years

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The Snow Queen: Part One, Broken Fragments

Getting back to writing by working on finishing this, so thought I’d release the first bit from the Patreon! A Sailor Moon rewrite of the old story.

Winter whistles on the hills, even now. It comes hard down the mountain, and bounces over those same hills it did back when this story was not yet an idea, not yet a dream, and it bellows into the village in the valley, bringing its daggers of chill and killing frost, splintering through the heart of each flower and fruit and beautiful thing that comes to summer.

In another story, Winter might have been banished to the underworld, and the goddesses of Summer, Spring, and Fall might have triumphed above all. But though we can destroy those who would bring evil to the world, the scars they leave in this earth are not so easily healed, and so I tell you, before we begin this story, that Winter shall never be banished from the earth.

This is not a story of unconditional victory, for few victories ever are.

This is, instead, a love story, in all its forms.

But you are a child, and do not remember when there was no Winter, no Summer, No Spring. I suppose there are few left alive who do, and Winter creaks in our bones the hardest, still remembering the cry of her heart on the land, how she came to destroy and to kill, for all she cared for had been destroyed and killed. There is, like many stories, a story before our story, and the story is this, in the first telling:

Once, the four sisters of the four winds lived happily with one another, and they brought balance to the earth. The days were warm and verdant, and the nights peaceful and cool. Rain came every third day, only to be quickly dried after nourishing the flowers. We knew not the breaking cold of Winter, of course, but neither did we know the painful drought of Summer, the death of Fall, the teasing mercuriality of Spring. Spring touched the earth with her hands and brought forth life, Summer warmed the waters for our children to play, Fall cooled our nights with her gentle chills, and Winter tatted lace against our windows and safeguarded our cellars.

We did not know them as you know them now--your parents’ generation may never have seen the sisters, and you little ones hardly know there were sisters at all--but then, they walked among us and we knew their names, a little above us but never far from view. Our lives, in this first story, the one before the story, were charmed ones.

Then, Winter, who then was a woman to us, and who then we called Michiru, fell in love with a mortal.

She was a simple farmhand, good with the horses and kind to the barn cats, but was, truly nothing exceptional among the townsfolk. Always a bit gangly, barely grown into herself, with hair the pale yellow of long-dried grass, eyes like the simple stones that cobbled the road.

We laughed when Michiru looked upon her with such wonder and favor, but all was in kindness, and in good fun. Haruka, she was called, and though I was so very young, yes, even me, when she was alive, I remember how they danced at the festivals, Haruka sweeping her across the floor, Michiru leaving glittering ribbons behind her on the stone.

And so it was, for a time. Her sisters teased her over the foolishness of it, and she seemed to nod in agreement, but it was only the nod of a child half-listening to a lesson. Michiru was happy with her lover, and her sisters were happy with their lives near the village, and we were happy to live in all the paradise that we shared. But mortality, you see, comes with a great price. This is not the story where Haruka grows old, and fades away--perhaps a creature of nature such as Michiru could have understood that--but the story of a great tragedy, in the way accidents befall even the greatest of us. Even the least of us.

That river? We can hear it even from where we sit, and it was this river that damned us all. The stories vary, depending on who you ask--she slipped, she jumped in, she was tricked, or simply that the world is a sometimes unkind thing. Haruka was in the river, suddenly, is the important part, and she had never been much of a swimmer.

She drowned. And whatever the Greeks might tell you, the underworld does not return a soul from its greedy fingers, nor does it grant admittance to the living, not even a goddess.

When Michiru heard of this, her heart broke, not in the way that you or I might say it, but, I tell you this true, that delicate and glittering spun-ice heart inside of her shattered. It was heard throughout the land, echoing off those same hills where Winter now blows, high and sharp and oh so very cold.

“River,” she asked, the ground freezing where she walked, the winds coming up from behind her and blowing her cloak about her, “Did you think you could take such things from me, and never pay? No, I’m afraid treachery must be repaid.”

Whether the river would have answered or not, I do not know, for the ways of nature and goddess are yet strange to me, but it had no such chance. Michiru dipped her finger at the edge of the river, and the river froze solid, all the way down, killing every fish, and plant, and insect inside of it.

“So, as you made me,” she smiled, but it was not a smile of kindness, “I have made you.”

She turned her eyes to the hills with their cheerful flowers, and saw only mockery in their joy. With a wave of her hand, a killing frost came upon them, withering each one, freezing the berries on the vines. The farmland surrounding showed her only memories of Haruka, tilling the ground, and so the snow piled and piled and broke every strand of wheat in those fields. The laughter in the village streets echoed a thousand days and nights of her own, and so, ice covered the streets, and we retreated inside as it grew colder and colder.

Michiru destroyed all she could, covering every memory and every dream in a blanket of white, and of cold.

“My flowers!” Spring, who we called Mako in those times, glowered at Michiru, “You had no right!”

“Didn’t I?” Michiru knelt for a moment and then drew up slowly, a scepter of ice knitting itself into place as she raised her hand, finished with a crystal clear ball at the end of it, a single flower inside.

You may have heard it said that spring goes in like a lion and out like lamb, and that has always been because Mako was quick to roar, even if kindness was what was meant, and she stomped her foot, a dozen flowers growing up around it, only to be killed instantly by the strength of Michiru’s cold. She was undaunted, and called forth the trees from the very ground to assist her. Michiru simply flicked her hand, and the icy winds cracked and broke and killed them where they stood.

I see your widened eyes, and I know your question already. How is it that Michiru was so much more powerful than her esteemed sister? Certainly the world cannot have been created that way? And no, child, it is true that Mako was Michiru’s equal in strength, but to destroy something, to tear it down and hear it break? That is so much easier than to create, and to build. This is true even in the human realm, and the gods suffer no less for that reality.

But that is not the whole of it.

Love and hate are powerful magics, and if you know nothing else from this story, know that. Michiru channeled her anger and hurt and hate, and she made every beauty of her power and of her nature itself into a weapon. Daggers of ice hurled themselves in the wind, striking against the sides of the homes in the village, and horses dropped dead in the street of the cold, and no one sister could stand against her.

“I’ll speak to her, “ said Fall, who was called Rei in those times, “She’ll listen to me. We’ve always been close.”

“Oh she absolutely will not.” Mina, who you know as Summer, shook her head and laughed. “We have no choice but to stand against her.”

But Rei was a proud goddess, and she furrowed her brow, ignoring Mako and Mina’s jabs as she went to Michiru. She did not beg, nor plead. That is not the way of the goddess of Fall, you see. She simply puts an end to things she wishes to put an end to. But she could not end this, not with all the talking and wheedling in the world. What must she have said, to Michiru, high on that hill? I can’t possibly know. What could one goddess say to another, having loved and lost a mortal?

Whatever she said, it was not enough. When Rei came down from the hills, the cold had stung her deeply, but not so deeply as the knowledge that whoever her sister might have been, she was no longer. She was a heartless thing, Rei told them.

Oh what, you might ask, of Michiru’s heart? If it shattered, could it not simply be put together again?

It broke into a thousand pieces, scattering like light across the countryside. Some have made rings or necklaces of those shards, but it is a dangerous and cruel thing, for they carry that anger inside them. It was said some got it stuck in their stomachs, and found everything they ate displeasing, or some in their hearts, and everything seemed to be filled with darkeness. But some small particles of it were never found, never used, and only floated about the earth, filled with her cold, and her hate.

Was it Winter forever then? You might ask, and it certainly might have been, but the three sisters of the three winds took up against their sister, and the great war between then began. As is much in the ways of love, and of loss, the fighting was brutal. The strength that love had given Michiru had only been turned to destruction, and with this strength she battled back her sisters, taking their heat and light and growth and burying it all under the weight of her sorrow.

Not all of us survived. How could we, with it freezing one day, and burning the next, rain falling upon us only to be frozen in an instant? Horses dropped dead in the streets, no food could grow, and still it raged.

Our story, the second story, that is our most important, begins not with the end of the war, but in the middle of it. Rei and Mako had given up the land for lost, and could not be found, but Michiru and Mina had found a bone-deep hate for each other somewhere in this conflict, and in truth, I am not sure Mina remembered she was meant to be fighting for us. She remembered only that she hated Michiru, and that she would fight her freeze with everything in her.

We begin our story when they had the year half split. We did not know the mild joys of Spring, nor the cozy chill of fall but simply half a year or heat and light, and half a year of cold and darkness. They were difficult times. We found a way to go on, and the village muddled through, with basements and fires and weaving and always, kindness. Always fear, too.

The goddesses could not be reasoned with, not one of the four, and so we were quite abandoned to their whims, and had been for years by then.

Our story begins in Michiru’s half of the year, with a plump little thing, barely a woman in both age and in thought, her two pigtails styled with great variety and joy every day as she trudged home from the bakery where she sold nearly as many of her family’s sweets as she ate. She was cheerful and warm, even in the darkness of Winter, and her name was Usagi, for the hope of a Spring her parents had only told her of but she did not know.

Our story begins on a cold and snowy day, with this girl in her bright pink jacket. In this little village, in what to you would seem an age ago, but seems only moments to an old woman like me. Our story begins in the chill.

In the dark.

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0lympian-c0uncil · 2 years

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Demeter and Zeus: Truth to Truth. Pt:1

Zeus walked into the large temple from the blizzard outside, and shivered, pulling his blanket around his shoulders. Inside this place he felt even colder than he had in weeks. When this, as they call it, “Winter” started the only place the gods could find warmth was by Hestia's hearth, and most of the time even that wasn't enough to stop the frigid wind from slicing at their skin. His legs trembled as he looked around the temple, the whole thing was made of obsidian, and the walls were covered in thick vines. A temple of Hades. The place was in pitch black darkness and the storm outside wasn’t helping with visibility. But she was here and he knew it, the vines were a dead give away. “DEMETER!!! COME OUT!! PLEASE!!” His voice echoed through the black temple but there was no response.

Zeus cursed under his breath and tried to take a step forward, but fell to his knees. The freezing cold finally pushed him down. Zeus couldn’t help but be a little impressed by what Demeter has done. Creating a world where it was impossible for humans to survive was one thing, but when the gods are suffering too, that is horrific and amazing rolled into one. He bowed his head while wrapping the blanket tighter around his shivering body, but it did nothing to help. As he breathed he saw his breath freeze turning into a small cloud as it left his mouth. Zeus had felt what it was like to die before, he had his head crushed, his tendons ripped out, and more, but this was a whole new feeling, it was slower and ripped away slowly at his body as if the winter itself was eating away at him. Although like the other forms of death, there was no way to stop this one. Suddenly though warmth filled the temple, and Zeus’ body seemed to come to life as the warm air hit him.

He opened his eyes to see the temple illuminated by a small flame atop a small white pedestal in the center of the room that sent shadows across the black walls. But what really surprised him was the figure standing next to the lit flame. They wore a long tattered black cloak, the end of which was covered in frost. That was all he needed to see to know it was her. “Demeter-” he said, his voice weak. Demeter turned her head slightly, but not enough for Zeus to see her face. “Why are you here?” Zeus shivered when he heard her voice, it didn’t sound right. It didn’t sound like her. He couldn’t respond. “I asked you a question. Answer it.” Zeus sighed and stood up, taking a step toward his sister. “Don’t come near me. You can speak from there.” He stopped in his tracks a little nervous but began to speak. “Demeter. You have to stop this. Your killing innocent lives and the gods are going through endless torture because of this winter. Please stop this madness.”“Now why would I stop the punishment that they deserve?” Zeus looked at her and scowled. “No one needs to go through this, please spare the gods and humans, nobody deserves to go through this type of pain.” Suddenly Demeter spun around her eyes locking on to Zeus. In that moment he felt as if spikes of ice had pierced his body. Sharp pain tore through him, forcing a gutteral scream to exit his throat. He fell down to his knees and the pain subsided. As he kneeled there panting with tears in his eyes, he looked up to see his sister staring at him with anger, or what he thought was his sister.

Demeter’s normally dark skin was as pale as the snow outside, her dirty blonde hair turned white as well, her body seemed to have grown and thinned a little, and her eyes, Oh gods her eyes. The whites of her eyes had turned black and the veins around them seemed to as well, her beautiful golden irises had turned red, and they stared at him with hate. As the goddess breathed, frost poured like a waterfall from her jagged tooth filled mouth, she wore no shoes black seemed to cover the bottom of her feet, but in no way was that dirt. Same with her hands, the palms were a inky black, the tips of her fingers were claw like and could slice a man open easily. “You are such a hypocrite Zeus, you really think this is some joke, you really think that you don't deserve this pain. That's funny, they deserve everything that I'm giving them every single amount of pain that they are experiencing, they deserve.”

#my take on a part of the abduction of persephone that probably never happened #demeter #zeus #persephone #greek gods #greek mythology #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect greek god quotes #incorrect greek quotes

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greenwitchcrafts · 5 months

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December 2023 witch guide

Full moon: December 26th

New moon: December 12th

Sabbats: Yule December 21st-January 1st

December Cold Moon

Known as: Drift Clearing Moon, Frost Exploding Tree Moon, Moon of the Popping Trees, Hoar Frost Moon, Snow Moon, Winter, Aerra Geola, Maker Moon, Heilagmanoth, Long Night's Moon, Oak Moon, Wintermonat, Moon of the Long Night, Little Spirit Moon, Wolf Moon & When the Deer Shed Their Antlers Moon

Element: Fire

Zodiac: Sagittarius & Capricorn

Nature spirits: Snow, Storm, & Winter Tree faeries

Deities: Athena, Fates, Hades, Hathor, Hecate, Ixchel, Minerva, Neith, Norns, Osiris & Persephone

Animals: Bear, deer, horse & mouse

Birds: Robin, rook & snowy owl

Trees: Fir, Holly & Pine

Herbs: Bay, cedar, chamomile, cinnamon, English ivy, evergreen, fir, frankincense, holly, mistletoe, myrrh, pine & sage

Flowers: Christmas catus, holly & poinsettia

Scents: Cedar, cinnamon, frankincense, ginger, lilac, myrrh, nutmeg, patchouli, pine, rose geranium, rosemary, saffron, violet & wintergreen

Stones: Bloodstone, blue topaz, cat's eye, garnet, jacinth, obsidian, peridot, turquoise, zircon, ruby & serpentine

Colors: Black, blood red, gold, green, red, silver, black & white

Energy: Alchemy, darkness, endurance, death & re-birth, higher education, publications, reaching out to others, religion, spiritual paths, travel & truth

Today, December’s full Moon is most commonly known as the Cold Moon—a Mohawk name that conveys the frigid conditions of this time of year, when cold weather truly begins to grip us.

This full Moon has also been called the Long Night Moon (Mohican), as it rises during the “longest” nights of the year, near the December winter solstice. This name is doubly fitting because December’s full Moon shines above the horizon for a more extended period than most full Moons.

In Europe, ancient pagans called the December full Moon the “Moon Before Yule,” in honor of the Yuletide festival celebrating the return of the sun heralded by winter solstice.

Yule

Also known as: Alban, Arthan & Winter Solstice

Season: Winter

Symbols: Baskets of clove studded fruit, Christmas catus, decorated evergreen trees, evergreen boughs, gifts, gold pillar candles, hung mistletoe, poinsettias, wreaths & Yule logs/small Yule log with three candles

Colors: Gold, green, orange, red, silver, white &yellow

Oils/incense: Bayberry, cedar, cinnamon, frankincense. Myrrh & pine

Animals: Bear, boar, deer (stag), pig, squirrel & tiger

Birds: Eagle, goose, kingfisher, lapwing, owl robin & wren

Stones: Bloodstone, garnet, ruby, alexandrite, blue topaz, cat's eye, citrine, clear quartz, diamond, emerald, green tourmaline, jet, kunzite & pearl

Foods: Caraway cakes, cookies, eggnog, fruits, ginger tea, nuts, pork, spiced cider, turkey, wassail & lamb's wool (ale, sugar, nutmeg & roasted apples)

Herbs/plants: Bay, bayberry, birch, blessed thistle, cedar, chestnut, cinnamon, evergreens, fir, frankincense, ginger, holly, ivy, juniper, mistletoe, moss, myrrh, oak, pine, rosemary, sage, valerian & yellow cedar

Flowers: Chamomile, poinsettia & yarrow

Goddesses: Alcyone, Aphrodite, Ameratasu, Bona Dea, Brighid, Cailleach Bheur, Demeter, Diana, Fortuna, Frau Holle, Frau Perchta, Frigga, Gaia, Hel, Great Mother, Idunn, Isis, Ishtar, Kolyada, La Befana, Maat & Tiamat

Gods: Apollo, Attis, Balder, Bragi, Dionysus, Divine Child, Green Man, Helios, Holly King, Horned one, Horus, Janus, Lord of Misrule, Lugh, Mabon, Marduk, Mithras, Odin, Ra, Saturn & Surya

Issues Intentions & Powers: Darkness, divination, light, messages/omens, purification, rebirth/renewal & transformation

Spellwork: Earth magick, happiness, harmony, love & peace

Activities:

• Set up & decorate a Yule altar

• Clean, organize & cleanse before decorating your home

• Make witch's balls to hang on your tree (protective & pretty!)

• Decorate & bless & Yule tree

• Stay awake until dawn to observe the cycles of nature

• Give gifts tomyour family & friends

• Donate your time or helpful items to charity

• Go caroling

• Hang mistletoe in your doorways

• Make Wassail

• Prepare a Yule Log

• Host a Yule feast

• Craft your own decorative wreath

• Decorate your house with Yule colored candles

• Welcome the Sun

• Go on nature walks & leave offerings to nature

• Meditate & reflect on the passing year

“Yule” comes from Old English geol, which shares a history with the equivalent word from Old Norse, jól. Both these words referred to a midwinter festival centered around the winter solstice, which traditionally marked the halfway point of the winter season. After the solstice—the shortest day of the year—the days again begin to grow longer, so it’s thought that Yule was a celebration of the re-appearance of the Sun &the fertile land’s rebirth.

The celebration of Yule is one of the oldest winter celebrations in the world. Ancient people were hunters & spent most of their time outdoors. The seasons & weather played a significant part in their lives. The customs and traditions associated with it vary widely.

Scholars have connected the original celebrations of Yule to the Wild Hunt, the god Odin, and the heathen Anglo-Saxon Mōdraniht ("Mothers' Night")

Some believe it marks the rebirth of the Sun (the God) from the Earth (the Goddess) & the cold days of winter will soon begin to wane. The Goddess is seen in her virgin Maiden aspect

In towns and cities throughout Sweden during the Christmas season, large goats are constructed out of straw. It is thought that the tradition originated in ancient times, perhaps as a tribute to the god Thor, who was said to ride in a chariot pulled by goats. In Sweden the goat came to be associated with the Christmas celebration, and the Yule goat is now considered by many to be a companion or counterpart to Santa Claus.

Related festivals:

Christmas- An annual festival commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ as the son of God, primarily observed on December 25th

Hanukkah- A Jewish festival commemorating the recovery of Jerusalem & subsequent rededication of the Second Temple at the beginning of the Maccabean Revolt against the Seleucid Empire in the 2nd century BCE.

Hanukkah is observed for eight nights & days, starting on the 25th day of Kislev according to the Hebrew calendar, which may occur at any time from late November to late December in the Gregorian calendar. The festival is observed by lighting the candles of a candelabrum with nine branches, commonly called a menorah or hanukkiah.

Kwanzaa- An annual celebration of African-American culture from December 26 to January 1st, culminating in a communal feast called Karamu, usually on the sixth day. It was created by activist Maulana Karenga, based on African harvest festival traditions from various parts of West & Southeast Africa. Kwanzaa was first celebrated in 1966.

A Kwanzaa ceremony may include drumming and musical selections, libations, a reading of the African Pledge & the Principles of Blackness, reflection on the Pan-African colors, a discussion of the African principle of the day or a chapter in African history, a candle-lighting ritual, artistic performance & finally, a feast of faith (Karamu Ya Imani).

Saturnalia-

is an ancient Roman festival and holiday in honour of the god Saturn, held on 17 December of the Julian calendar & later expanded with festivities through to 23 December. The holiday was celebrated with a sacrifice at the Temple of Saturn, in the Roman Forum & a public banquet, followed by private gift-giving, continual partying & a carnival atmosphere that overturned Roman social norms: gambling was permitted & masters provided table service for their slaves as it was seen as a time of liberty for both slaves and freedmen alike.

A common custom was the election of a "King of the Saturnalia", who gave orders to people, which were followed & presided over the merrymaking. The gifts exchanged were usually gag gifts or small figurines made of wax or pottery known as sigillaria. The poet Catullus called it "the best of days".

Other celebrations:

Feast of Epona-

Eponalia is the feast day of Gaulish Goddess Epona, the Divine Mare & in the time of the Roman Empire it was celebrated on December 18th.

Epona is known to be one of a very few Gaulish deities whose names were spread to the rest of the Roman Empire. This seems to have happened because Roman cavalry units stationed in Gaul followed Her & adopted her as their Patroness. This may have started because many of the cavalry troops were conscripted from Gaul as they were superb horsemen. From Gaul the Romans took Epona with them including to Rome where She was given her own feast day on the 18 December. They worshipped her as Epona Augusta or Epona Regina & invoked her on behalf of the Emperor. She even had a shrine in the barracks of the Imperial Bodyguard.

Hunting of the Wren-

A traditional custom carried out on the Isle of Man on the 26 December, St. Stephen's Day. It consists of groups of people going around villages and towns singing and dancing a traditional song and dance around a decorated wren pole.

The earliest and most common folklore story accounting for the origin of hunt the wren tells of a fairy/enchantress/witch whose beauty lures the men of the Isle of Man to harm, for which she is chased and is changed into the form of a wren. It is therefore in punishment for her actions that the wren is hunted on St. Stephen's Day

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

Llewellyn's 2023 magical almanac: practical magic for everyday living

Wikipedia

Encyclopedia Britannica

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abookishdreamer · 2 years

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Character Intro: Despoina (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Maiden of Arcadia by the citizens of Arcadia

Lady Mystery by the people of Olympius

Desi by Chione

Age- 18 (immortal)

Location- The Underworld

Personality- She's intense, tough, no-nonsense, solitary, and introverted with a sharp tongue. There's less than a few people whom she considers real friends. She's single- not having any desire to be in a relationship.

Despoina's father is Anytos (Titan god of anonymity & secrets). They have a close, albeit distant bond. He's one of the few people she trusts. She's been having a hard time establishing a relationship with her new stepmother Ichnaea (goddess of tracking) and her new baby half-sister named Phyge.

Her main address is her gothic mansion in the Underworld. The doors are made out of Stygian Iron & the knobs are in the shape of snowflakes. The floors are obsidian. Inside, the color scheme is black, glittering royal blue, glittering silver, & dark gray. There's a continuous freezing cold breeze blowing in. There's some soft black carpeting and gray leather couches. Her bedroom has a large canopy bed with silver & dark gray satin sheets, a thick white comforter, and satin pillows. She also has a small cottage in the state of Arcadia with similar aesthetics inside (except for the cold breeze).

She has the standard abilities of a goddess, except shapeshifting. As the goddess of the Arcadian Mysteries, frost, winter, & shadows her powers/abilities include being able to make any area frosty, controlling/summoning/manipulating ice & snow, making a temporary gray cloud (that expels hail or snow), umbrakinesis, teleporting (through shadows), & having minor prophetic abilities.

Her go-to drink is assam black tea. She also likes rum, hot chocolate, and an olympian iced coffee (no cream, no sugar) from The Roasted Bean.

Desi doesn't mind wearing her head covering, but she also likes wearing sweaters, sweater dresses, shirts with long flowy sleeves, leggings, & snow boots.

She highly admires & respects Phoebe (Titaness of prophecy, the moon, radiant intellect, & mystery), Nyx (goddess of the night), Pagoniá (goddess of ice), and Styx (Titaness of hatred). Oddly enough, Desi's mentor was Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture).

Desi loves wearing the La Petit Amour Nail Lacquer in the color "Espresso Drip".

Her favorite musical artist to listen to is O.

Desi's BFF is Chione (goddess of snow). They both stay over at each other's place & they genuinely enjoy each other's company. They gifted each other friendship bracelets- hers was with obsidian & blue sapphires while Chione's had diamonds & pearls on hers. Desi is also friends with Mania (goddess of insanity), Boreas (god of the north wind), Hecate (goddess of magic & witchcraft), Achlys (goddess of the death mist, poison, misery, & sadness), and Hades. She doesn't care much for Apollo (god of the sun, music, poetry, healing, medicine, archery, plague, light, & knowledge), Zephyrus (god of the west wind), Notus (god of the south wind) or the seasonal goddesses- Thallo, Auxo, & Carpo. She's also friends with Melpomene (muse of tragedy).

She loves the Titaness Phoebe's mystery novels. Her bookshelves are filled to the brim with them. She even follows her on Fatestagram.

When she travels out-of-realm, Desi likes stopping by Cocoa Delights. She buys two boxes of assorted chocolates- one for herself, the other for Chione. Her personal favorites are the dark chocolate covered jordan almonds & the milk chocolate raspberry truffles.

For her main source of income, she models for Ice Stones (Chione's jewelry brand). She also writes gothic short stories for O Dianooumenos- Athena's magazine.

Some of Desi's favorite meals are fesenjan (pomegranate & chicken stew) with white rice, her favorite comfort food being ash reshte, and her favorite frozen treat being saffron ice cream with faloode. She also likes Hestia's koulourakia ladiou (Greek olive oil cookies).

In her free time, she likes hanging out with her bestie. They ice skate, have movie nights, & snowboard. On her own, Desi loves reading (her go-to being mystery novels), knitting & sewing (she partakes in The Moirai's knitting group), and chess.

"Some mysteries are better left buried."

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boyakishantrinity · 14 days

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I had a dream once. You've probably had one too. It wasn't a difficult dream. But it was certainly strange. It started with rain. Pouring rain.

Damp. Cold. Shivering. The stranger grasped her limp body, a smile on her face as she dragged her from the corpse.

“Worth. It.”

Mumbling, heroes rushing over, the spell cut off. Demon king gasping for breath, wheezing as he stood weakened. Slowly rising, weapon prepared as they let out a roar. Army rejuvenated to protect her. Hand over her face as she cried out.

“WHY-”

Pushing herself up, arms wrapping around her as she pressed herself into her. A final burst of strength. Pulling away. Landing back on her lap as she let out a laugh.

“... Told you. My brother always was one for romantics.”

Her eyes turned back to brown. A harsher. Fierce. Animalistic features. Crown of death and thorns forming over her head. A halo over her head as she forced herself up.

“And so am I.”

Bowing to the goddess, her mouth agape as she reached behind her head. Hand smashing into her spine, eyes burning red as she forced her hand into her spine.

Howling, snarling, army racing past as the demon king froze. His eyes growing wide as they let out a roar. Pulling the shaft from her back, blood rising upwards as she slammed the spear out of her. Blood dripping down her back, drawing the spear around her. Sparking against the earth as she slammed her foot down.

“IGNITION.”

Thunder rumbled above the sky, spear cutting through the earth, the chains of fate erupting from the ground, cutting as she swung the weapon around her.

Chanting. Spear flickering, expanding into rings of weapons, golden glow echoing from them as she struck the ground. Gasping for breath as the demon king roared back in response.

“CUT HER DOWN OR DIE WHERE YOU STAND.”

Booming. Blades in hand as he rushed towards the entity. Spears appearing in her hands, differing shafts. Different weapons, swinging and swirling in a dance, Frost appearing at her command. Weapons of death striking forth, thunder shaking the earth together as she reared back.

Kamishini no Yari.

One of its names. It vanished from the history books, appearing in fragments. Built from fragments. Shards. An obsidian set of blades. Shackles of death, destiny and fate. A bow more powerful than the weakest. The blood of Hope.

It's true form. Could not be wielded by a single person. It took twelve at minimum, for someone to use God's weapon. And here, she stood. Ice. Fire. Void. Chaos. Order. Winter. Summer. Spring. Autumn. Change. Stasis. And Death.

Twelve souls. Twelve powers, the man roaring as six floating blades twirled in both hands. Levitating as divinity rushed towards him.

“YOU THINK YOU HAVE WON?”

Cra-koom.

Twin locking blades locking against his godkiller. Spears frozen in place, parrying the strike as she swirled the weapons into a staff. Swinging it behind her as she snarled back.

“Who said I'm not trying to lose?”

“... No.”

“... Sorry princess. I'll see you at the next stop.”

Bowing. Illusionist. Liar. Mask.

Rushing forward, heroes charging across the battleground as she swept one foot before the other. Sweeping the Godkiller as she jumped up.

“Go to hell.”

CRACK-KOOM.

A God's strike. Lightning erupting through her, both legs snapping back and forth as her hands grabbed the spear's end. Blasting through the man's chest, firing through his brain. The being stumbled back. Woman swinging as she swung the spear out the front of his face.

“DIE.”

Thrown into the air, her magic activated. Spells swishing past her, mana expanding. Thrown out as the heroine began throwing spells at herself. A magical thermonuclear warhead, magical done thrust around the demon king.

Body locking itself. Redirecting magical energy into deadly force. The regenerating monster looked up. Scp-682 snarled back. Captive. Whispering. Divine power boiling her body up as she looked back at Elina.

“See ya.”

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Species of Pamyst: Elves, Part 4: Frostveins

Elves that finally learned to chill.

(sorry for going so long without posting! I lost motivation after last post didn't get a response, but ultimately this blog is for me so screw it)

In the times of antiquity, a devastating war broke out between the ancient giants of Pholodelas. While many Auvantéara joined the Clay Giants in their crusades against the Fire Giants, many others chose to remain neutral through the conflict and took refuge with the similarly dispassionate Frost Giants. While seemingly at odds given their goddesses’ eternal rivalry, these elves learned to appreciate the cold comforts provided by their hosts as guardians and allies that did not judge them as Prudencia once had. In time, they took on many aspects of the Frost Giants, including their cool dispositions, immense strength and height, and - ironically - an appreciation for the beauty death gives to life.

Frostveins are the rarest of all the Elves, existing almost solely within Frost Giant tribes or their own small settlements along snow-capped mountains or barren tundras. They typically prefer quiet, peaceful existences far from others, though they are known to have relatively friendly relationships with Dwarves and other mountainous peoples. Those that do decide to adventure are formidable foes and accomplished allies on account of their natural magic and powerful builds. Within most Elvish societies, they are considered to have altered L’ancien Accord to a form more suitable to Styx and her faithful servants, embracing the preciousness of a life well lived over that of an unending monotony bound to The Everlasting expressed through magic that grants them both the freedom of a winter breeze and the unwavering direction of a frozen stream. Whether pactbound to Death herself or simply the result of several millennia of crossbreeding, the chilling power of the Frostveins speaks for itself.

Physically, Frostveins are quite imposing creatures that easily dwarf their fellow elves, averaging 10-12 feet tall. Their skin and hair are often cool shades of blue or white as if carved from the ice itself, their eyes often matching the shade of their hair. Unlike most other Elves, they are almost always quite muscular and somewhat broad, and males tend to be larger than females. Their touch is said to have a slight chill to it, and in warmer temperatures, they tend to prefer enchanted clothing that allows them to remain icy cold. Frostvein travelers are often ogled by locals for their exotic natures - though whether they take offense, delight, or indifference to the stares is largely down to how "chill" they are with the rudeness.

If you wish to implement Frostveins into your game, their mechanical abilities are detailed below. As usual, they may be a touch stronger than traditional DND subraces, so take caution!

Age. Like Frost Giants, Frostveins' powerful forms are maintained by their own inherent magic, and their lifespans are equally tied to this ticking clock. Frostveins live an average of 500 years naturally, but may expend energy much quicker in an active lifestyle.

Names. Frostveins often share naming conventions with Frost Giants, taking on a combination of patronymics and their dynamic within a tribe or party. A blacksmith may be named Kuznetsova, for instance.

Size. Frostveins are very tall, many averaging around 10 feet tall. Unlike other elves, males tend to be slightly larger than females. Your size is Medium.

Cryomancy. You learn the Shape Water cantrip. At 3rd level, you also learn the spell Ice Knife. At 5th level, you finally learn the spell Misty Step. You can cast each of these spells once without expending a spell slot, and cannot do so again until you complete a long rest. You cast these spells with your choice of Charisma, Intelligence or Wisdom, deciding which stat to use at 1st level.

Powerful Build. You count as one size larger when determining your carrying capacity and the weight you can push, drag, or lift.

Mountain Born. You have resistance to cold damage. You’re also acclimated to high altitude, including elevations above 20,000 feet.

Bonus Language. You also learn to read, write and speak Miloran (Frost Giant).

Suggested bonuses: +2 STR, +1 WIS

#fantasy #pamyst #worldbuilding #dnd #dungeons and dragons #elves #homebrew #frost giant #frost giant loki #pretty handy visual for them minus the hair #magic #spell

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