In Preparation For Tonight I Am Officially Declaring Myself As #TeamAmetharNeedsToDie.

2. Maglubiyet: False Goblin God

The canonical assumed interpretation of the Maglubiyet myth is that rather than avoid combat, Goblins will just make sure not to die in combat. The fear of Maglubiyet makes them fight harder. The assumption however relies on the eugenic leaning idea that Goblins are too pre-disposed to violence to avoid it. We’re trying to deconstruct that though, so that interpretation has to be binned.

Fact is, the Goblins left alone, should be a peaceful species. In canon they are mostly subjugated however and act as war fodder for everything from liches to bugbears. From the point of view of an oppressor who uses Goblins as minions, Maglubiyet is a great god for the Goblins to have - for the reason explored above. It is my belief then that Maglubiyet did not originate as a Goblin deity but was forced upon them by another culture, perhaps Hibgoblins who view Maglubiyet more favorably.

DnD Item

Pipsy’s Drinking Horn

- A French horn that doubles as a source of infinite Sweet Mead. It’s seen battle and it’s seen parties in equal measure. +3 to performance. Taking a swig from Pipsy’s drinking horn grants Liquid Courage for one hour, which gets you advantage on Strength and Charisma ability checks and disadvantage on Intelligence and Wisdom checks.

Broke: three kobolds in a trench coat.

Woke: three goblins under the hoop skirt of a ball gown.

World building is how I destress.

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Damned Spot

- The mark of a murderer. Appears dark and red while in the presence of other murderers.

all the tips I found for drawing a fantasy map are like :) “here’s a strategy to draw the land masses! here’s how to plot islands!” :) and that’s wonderful and I love them all but ??? how? do y'all decide where to put cities/mountains/forests/towns I have my map and my land but I’m throwing darts to decide where the Main Citadel where the Action Takes Place is

Someone in my campaign is playing a fairy who just really wants to make some love chaos, so this is my first shot at a homebrew subclass, based on a separate homebrew also found on line. If you believe in love here is the domain of wild love:

You know what’s more fun than worldbuilding that makes some fantasy races EEEEVIIIIIIILLLLL!!!!? Worldbuilding that gives the different races cultural differences that help explain why there’s a lot of conflict between them:

Goblin culture doesn’t have a concept of “Property”. A stick on the ground and a tool in a locked shed are equally up for grabs if a thing needs doing. They casually take and leave things all over their communities, eat from communal pots, and genuinely Do Not Understand why the Core Races are so Angry and prone to Violence all the time.

Consequently Goblins who live near Core communities develop a reputation as “Thieves” despite not even having a *word* for that. (The closest word they have is more like “Greedy” and it means a person that hides things so nobody else can use them, and it’s a surefire fight-starter to call a Goblin that)

Common Orc Spiritual beliefs hold that a Soul can only grow stronger by overcoming Challenges in life, and see intruding on another person’s Challenge unasked for as not just Rude, but Deeply Harmful. You’re Stealing their chance to Grow. Asking for help is deeply personal and doing so can be both a way to grow closer with them or a too-personal intrusion, depending on your existing relationship with them. An exception is Children, as far as most Orcs are concerned, all Children are fundamentally the responsibility of the Whole Community, regardless of whose child they are, or even if said child is an Orc at *all*.

This means that Orcs who live near Core neighbors often seem Rude and Standoffish if not outright hostile, because they neither ask for nor offer aid even in times of trouble, and respond to unasked for aid themselves with Anger. There are even rumors that they Steal Children, because if an Orc finds a child lost in the woods they’re pretty much immediately going to start feeding it, and if they can’t find where to bring it back to, or it doesn’t seem to be well cared for, they’re just gonna keep it. 

Midnight Train to Nowhere

*Disclaimer- this is absolutely inspired by (stolen from) that one episode of Drawfee where they came up with Carl Sedgebee and his magic train. I just wanted to do something with the idea.*

My friends call me Ace, so that’s what you can call me. I’m a conductor of a subway train in New York City. I’ve been one for a very long time.

I only work late nights so you probably don’t see me much. Not many do. I don’t work the Red or the Blue or the Yellow line. I’m not on the G or the L, thank God for that. No, the train I run goes all over the tracks. I go from 34th down to West 4th, then switch over to get to Broadway-Lafayette, then its up to Broadway by Astoria. Don’t try to make sense of it, it doesn’t. I hop from Astoria to Bay Ridge, South Ferry to Inwood. To get to the Blue on Staten Island I have to do a loop de loop off 14th street. It’s a tricky maneuver but I’ve gotten the hang of it. My train runs just under the tracks, or just over them, and straight through any other trains running. 

I suppose it’s a little bit of a ghost situation, but I assure you when I pull up to your station and you step onto the steel and aluminum floors of this fine specimen of an automotive- it is the feel of real beneath your feet alright. So ease your mind and take a seat. They’re all clean. Don’t worry. You’ve got the car all to yourself too, so spread out. This train’s never crowded. I like to maintain a personalized experience here. Lay down if you like and rest your eyes. I’ll wake you up when it’s your stop. Sleep for hours, we’ll still get there in seconds. 

You’re always glad to see my train pulling in. Cause I always appear when you need it most: when you end up on the wrong end of the line, but its 2 am and your apartment is on the other. When you’ve got an interview that you can’t miss, or you’ve just gotta get to Mt. Sinai, but an ambulance would be too expensive. I’ll get you there in no time. When the G or the L is stalled up for no reason, I can come and pick you up. We’re friends after all. 

All of my passengers are friends. I’m torn up to see you go, but I know I’ll see you again. In any case, it’s better than the alternative. That’s the real late night ride- that special ride I give to the unfortunate few who find themselves in their final moments on a subway platform. These are the folks for whom the subway’s the closest thing they call home. Most of them I’ve seen before, and offered a ride to a food bank, or just a ride through the night, spent in a warm place. If I could leave this train I’d do more. But a job’s a job, and I’ve got a job to do. So I’m grateful for what I can do. I’m grateful that I can offer those bygone souls a clean car, a warm seat, and a friend to take their final ride to the other side with. What’s a little bit of kindness for someone who has received so little?