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Cealion

2024-11-26T21:16:52Z

Logztor: added alot of notes (left out note 6 for a mini adventure to get back to the main group via downtime) if you have problems with anything dm me from discord lel discord handle -> logztor

{{Worldbuilders}} Cealion is a Sea [[Elf]] [[Dhamphir]] [[Sorcerer]].

forward(ooc)

the format will be in the form of scrawled messages to Cealion's favored tabaxi courtesen Azuria, beginning after a night of Cealion crying endlessly on her shoulder. As such the 'chapters' are basically one-off notes about particular parts of Cealion's life in a messy un-coordinated manner.

CONTEXT! this may or may not help.

Cealion: [[dhampir]].... sea elf... probably.

Yarrog: dwarven multiclass specializing in the creation of incredibly dangerous and unstable weaponry.... not to be confused with wierd and generally useless plushies stored in a corner that was exploded by Cealion when they 'met'

Azuria: the [[Tabaxi]] courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existence if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' [[human]]

Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the [[player]] known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of [[Quelmar]].

Azarai-710B: the captain of the Temporal union Base, or TuB for short. also has a hand in the tattoo that Cealion has on him. responsible for closing time breaches in across various alternate universes. no additional information allowed for current permissions: error code 429-F

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Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, '[[airships]]' i think that [[dwarf]] called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that [[vampire]], wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I [[wish]] i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that [[airship]] piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.

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Right, story. I'm undead, I know giant flaming curving fireball. I'm sure the pale skin REALLY didn't tip you off. Well something interesting happened when i got 'changed' by that undead thing. You know how when a wizard breaks his magic wand the magic contained within kinda, ya know, explodes everywhere causing chaotic randomness to happen. Yeah, it turns out that a similar thing happens when you shove too many elements into the same vessel, or in this case, ME. You'ed think that exploding with chaotic energy infused from the combination of many elements not playing well with eachother would be fun right? YOU WOULD BE VERY WRONG! It is painful as all crap. Luckily i didn't die from this because of a sealing spell, is that right? It might've been a scroll. Anyways, my chaotic energy got settled down by that pale thing, you wanna know what happened next? IT BIT ME! Surprisingly, in comparison to the explosive entropy i was previously experiencing, this was barely a prick. I still felt it, but in comparison to every inch of your skin shocking with a searing, burning pain, it was not noticable at the time. Anyways. that was my childhood. My teen years were spent dealing with mechanical things at a certain dwarf's place(remember when i mentioned one when talking about flyin machines as airships?). If we find eachother again i'll tell you about it on another scrawled page, lend me your shoulder when that happens please, thanks in advance.
may chaos be with you,
Cealion

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Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my [[rocky]] childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing [[dwarves]] right? wrong, very stupidly wrong. He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, [[gods]] the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.

(back, )

anyways where was i, oh yeah, got a water flask, i like how inturring it in a corpse refills it with fresh wata, tho it's a bit stinky afterwards, but hey, magical water is magical water. Wait wrong story. Umm uhh. Oh right. Prototypes. you ever have 10 wands of magic missile activated in ur general direction and then have the resulting damage belayed by a cloak of shield? You ever wonder how dead you'ed be if the cloak failed? Terrifying crap boyo'. Absolutely terrifying. Yarrog was amazingly technical with some of his facinations, i wonder what that crazy dwarf is doing now. Ehh. probably delving in some ancient magic dungeon with magical traps and stuff with his 'anti magic orb'. you wanna know how i didn't destroy his house upon first meeting him? There's your reason. He gave me a different item to help deal with my magical outbursts but i think i lost it somewhere.

branch 1 Just a drunk idiot ( this is a branch of existance that never happened and thusly shall not be officially written until this character is dead)

branch 2 Za warudo broke, and only drunk cealion can understand it...

page 3 (front)

WUow DuuUUde, drinking water AND from my flask was DEFINATELY wuT i NEEded. so here's what i did, i got drinking my flazk until it was EMPTY! then i CONTINUED DRINKING AN EMPTY FLASK! i'm wondering how thats possible but i'll think on that later, anyways i found some glowy stuff on the floor, ate it, felt like crap, ate more, passed out probably, woke up, broke my arm, broke time and space, killed some boxes with faces, ate one, saw my past self, bit him, raised an undead army, got promptly thrown into a demension that doesn't exist, pissed out the box-face i ate, made a deal with it, combined the powers of law and chaos to create a bubble reality, eccelerated it beyond the point of entropy, caused a supernatural explosion, decided it was fun, did it until the bubbles wouldn't explode, reversed it, figured out how to alternate it, smashed it all together, applied the box-face to it, got out of the wierd-space, came to a reality that looked familiar with a wierd yelling dwarf, got fused with a creature that looked like me, and now i'm a snake with a box for an eye.... on a tattoo... on myself.... interesting... i can exert controll over- * the note cuts off, Cealion would find this note amongst his belongings... probably.... or it'd get used by Yarrog to tell Azuria about problems with the 'idiot'

page 3 (back) ***btw i'm not submitting a forum changes thing until i properly clean up the notes mess (edit on 6:38 am aug 29 2023)***

majority of page is jumbled and fading in-out of proper existance. as such it's hard to read properly, the main excerpts that appear more often are this:

Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting [[mother]] loving H---*cuts off

resumes*---LD SURGE TO LET OFF STEAM(and entropy, we'll get to that.) AND EVEN FICKI--* cuts off

<nowiki>*</nowiki>--cond he actually drinks some legit Law abiding drink of MOTHER LOVING WATER I SWEAR ON WHATEVER YOU CONSIDER TO BE A SO--*

<nowiki>*</nowiki>--ATER FLEA ALIVE UNTIL MY LAST FECKI--*

<nowiki>**</nowiki>dev notes** written what follows is an indescribably error-filled 7331,, but mixed with infernal notes, some contractual magic, and ALOT of binding spell traps connected to electrical storm incantations. Whoever reads this will find their mind filled with a waiver for there continued existence written in standard [[common]] in block text, along with warnings after the waiver. Man this robot/demon/aether hybrid did NOT want to unwarrantedly kill anyone, maybe they are really good at hiding. Or projecting, or they know who the tattoo really is. Those emotions seem kinda illegal for a robot to have, ngl.

N013 b-1

() message end

() () activating waiver

()()waiver signing

-> |

[y] n

()() Proccess agreed, warning activated. Initiate puzzle on lowest setting, apply additional warning before continue

-> [n]

() ()accepted, reapplying waiver, entering sleep mode *device within the paper begins to turn itself into little grass-hoppers with sticks for arms, before consuming the note and retreating in formation, breaking off in 8 cardinal directions, into the ground. Waiting for another passerby that has read the first two notes. . . .

(** this is a transmission as apposed to the format of notes that the others were written in**)

Branch END (this is the route Cealion generally gets to eventually, or quickly, depending on your perception of fate)

Error ---- first loop in progress

data Locked until first loop ends

-

ending transmission/transpondance until futher notice

page 4(no back, this one is actually titled)

REVENGE NOTES TO AZURIA

So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for [[humans]], which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics

alternative parralell note from branch -x8-2

Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me Yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting mother loving H3ALL i exist, well technically i don't. I am being quite serious here. you ever just get electroniccally Shunted from the Mechanis world into a summoning circle, ground into ink, powderized, DEMAGNATIZED (pardon the rant, I ABSOLUTELY HATE THAT, I HOPE BASIL SIX FICKIN SHOOTER GETS HIS ULTRA MAG AND SHOOTS ME SOME YEAR SO I CAN LEAVE THE COIL I HAVE BEEN FORCED TO LIVE WITHIN).

why i'm here is as good a guess as yours, all i DO know is that i've been branded onto a damned water shit, forced to stab, kill, kill again to prevent the leaks, WILD SURGE TO LET OFF STEAM(and entropy, we'll get to that.) AND EVEN FICKIN LOSE ALL MY FUEL BECAUSE ONE LITTLE WATER FICK CAN NOT EVEN DRINK PROPER FICKIN WATER!! I WILL BURST MY WIGGIN AETHER CIRCUITS!!!! the second he actually drinks some legit Law abiding drink of MOTHER LOVING WATER I SWEAR ON WHATEVER YOU CONSIDER TO BE A SOUL ROUND THESE PARTS, I AM GONNA FICKIN KEEP THIS WATER FLEA ALIVE UNTIL MY LAST FECKING BREATH, IF I EVEN BREATH! O WAIT, I DON'T! F[corrupted error detected]ING F{ree real estate in down south of the boarder of}UK!....... ok, i am gonna let off some wild magic, going to make sure he does not explode though, or maybe he will and we will both end our lives then and there, heh. Anyways, i'm gonna leave a puzzle for you little earth elementals to unenscribe:

() message end

() () activating waiver

()()waiver signing

-> |

[y] n

()() Proccess agreed, warning activated. Initiate puzzle on lowest setting, apply additional warning before continue

-> [n]

() ()accepted, reapplying waiver, entering sleep mode *device on the paper begins to turn itself into little grass-hoppers with sticks for arms, before consuming the note and retreating in formation, breaking off in 8 cardinal directions, into the ground. Waiting for another passerby that has read the first two notes. . . .

note negative 6 [Cealion died for the first time(under proper observation)]

(IN LARGE NOOSIFIER LETTERS) RE<nowiki>'UR''</nowiki>NG

Returning memories

->

initiate organisim codenamed {[Y4rr0gZ-2]}

integrate tattoo

apply memories of achoholism

apply smith

apply mimic love

apply n0t--->apply application of--[redacted]-** applied

lv1 diagnotic applied

permissions to user for -1 seconds

applied Snek user level 1

accepted

<- end transfer

-

end transmission/transpondance until futher notice

note 4/5

so you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for humans, which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics

-5

recipe for mimic food, a pinch of brimstone ore (any kind), some dark magic, a little guano from bats, maybe a few crows, or their crap. Some mixing, shaking, bones, stirring, punching, and, ofcourse 'water', some gelatonous goo, and a smodging of gravyard spicing later, we have a mimic's favorite stew. i saw him feed the door with it, and it tried to eat him while he did so. IT MUST be a terribly good recipe because THE STENCH WAS UNHOLY, HOW DOES HE - wait he doesn't smell i forgot, i also forgot i don't need to breath this miasma in. GOD that is smelly.

EPILOGUE FOR CEALION!!!! (done is post-its as usual)

note 7a-Enzcroled

So uh, i got REALLY drunk.... i forgot how that happened or what went next..... but uh... my tattoo did a thing..... and i think i fell asleep in a jar somewhere (i remember roomying with a worm dude)................... yeah no donno the context for suddenly appearing in a wierdo city of gears and uh.... robots?....clockworks?........drone...thingies? imma just refer to them by numbers since i can C O U N T.... probably. so mr 2 approached me and made noises about a rebel returning to the weave(whatever that means) and promptly gave me a map/compass/doodad/thingamabob that pointed me in a direction (i think the guy named it terry or something, if that thingy was a guy..... he had 2 faces.) anyways... found a 4-ish looking dude who basically asked for an item that i didn't know i had.... that was wierd( who puts a sparky tube of shiney light in some emo dude's backpack without him noticing???) anyways.....where was i. oh yeah a scroll got uh... removed from existance.... i decided to make a new one on the spot.... got praised for it.... then they registered me as a 'wierd rebel/gues/anomoly/thing' i got a tour by this wacky sphere dude, imma call him Sir Once. He was cool, but VERY distracted. he took my compass doodad and showed me around this 'city of bronze' (i think he called it mecha-something) i started getting confused, lost, confused again, and ended up getting a wierd cube guy to shove me into a wacko rock store. they gave me a rock necklace...it was a thing i guess... anyways i'm off topic, the basic gist of events was [i have a tail] -> [i'm in a metal city] -> [Sir once gets me lost] -> [broke and replaced a 'scroll' thingy] -> [rock? necklace]... caught up? no? too bad. Oh right i saw a creature VERY UNLIKE THE REST OF EVERYTHING HERE, it spoke common and was terrifying to look at. so i stared at it's shoes(they were a violent shade of cobalt, quite a pretty color). anyways Shoe Dude led me to a necromancer ally in the middle of a metal city.... donno how that works, but it was wierd reguardless, so uh... one of the wierd/fluffy/dog/creature/things blessed me with a strange and acidic fluid not quite like pear juice, and now my eyes hurt normally instead of when i'm just looking at things reflecting sunlight into my retinas(what are retinas anyways?). Oh and i got a book for dummies to a wacky necromancer guide(donno how that will help a dude that casts firebolt wrong.). Oh and i got a an invite, i'll transcribe it on the next note.....

note 7B

fanatiCON:

--- enclosed invite:

YOU have been invited! to what? To the weeblet's of the cult of [insert idol here] have seen fit to allow you invitations to their <s>extra</s> secret and totally <s>not demonic</s> holiest of conventions where <s>blood sacrifices</s> unfriendly get-togethers will definitely '''NOT''' happen. Be sure to bring a +1 or a slave/soul for the defo pious <s>orgy</s> festival and subsequent potluck <s>beheading</s>. All patron guests are always welcome. However, red WOT<s>Cards</s> are a prized bounty, and will be <s>handsomely rewarded for any large portions of them[spirit,body,blood]</s> given the best treatment to <s>DIE</s> for. THANK YOU FOR PROPERLY INVITING THEM ASSUMING YOU DID!!

-jester 2.5

you see NORMALLY the crossed out seconds are not shown but my magical prowess(the paper exploded ok how was i supposed to know touching it would do that!!) DEFINATELY INTENTIONALLY REVEALED IT QUITE THOUROughLY. after that the doggy thing mentioned i should probably pull my tail soon, i asked why, they gestured to the various angry hoodlums that wanted a few of my bones for drinking all thier booze... hehe uh... whoops, thought it was water(provided i drank that before, I HAVE dranken water before... right?)... anyways i pulled my tail and a very WIERD thing happened... i woke up in a DIFFERENT POT.

btw note [number not shown] wasn't in there because the player (logz) doesn't know how to friggin do his homework and doesn't know how to perform multiple timeline collapse as a result of the addition of Azarai-710B's existance as a timeline-altering entity.
[[Category:Player Characters]]
[[Category:Wicked Wilds]]

Dynia

2023-11-15T13:37:14Z

Logztor: removing some rows for better reading flow

{{Infobox_character|affilliation=Xevriss, the Gourdheart Disciples|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Dynia-ai.jpg|caption="Its Hallows Eve baby!"}}

'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a fey trickster spirit and an acolyte of the Gourdheart Disciples, an order that worships the act of eating. He is the self-proclaimed "Herald of Hallow's Eve" and has made it his personal mission to return the orange dragon [[Xevriss]] to [[Amusa]].

== Physical Appearance ==
Dynia is a lanky humanoid creature wearing orange, purple, and green frilly and eccentric clothing. He wears a large floppy pointed hat which holds an extra dimensional space within and has a lit jack-o-lantern for a head.

{| class="wikitable"
|+Disassociative identity Disorder Roles and obsessions
|Mental number
|main role as alter
|obsessions and interests
|role as puppet
|-
!1
!'you know'
!"A certain orange dragon"
!'making things run smoothly'
|-
|2
|confidant to the pumpkin king
|aged wise people
|'cooking chief'
|-
| +
|the many
|"unknown"
|professional cooks who like Pie
|}

== Personality ==
Dynia is eccentric, erratic, and easily excited. He enjoys playing tricks on others, but sometimes cannot see that a trick may have gone to far. He has a near unhealthy obsession with Hallow's Eve and is devoted to worship the great Devourer of Gourd's, Xevriss.

== History ==
Dynia is a spirit embodying the spirit of Hallow's Eve, originating from the Feywild. He was the head chef of [[The Court of Hallow's Eve]] and managed his kitchen with many duplicates of himself. At some point he joined the Gourdheart Disciple and become a well known acolyte within the order. Here he honed his skills as a chef and learned about Xevriss.

He first met members of the [[Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company]] when he was visiting the snail village of [[Escargotia]] in attempts to gain access to the villages leyline. He assisted the members free the villages guardian when it was taken over by an agent of [[Old Alkinimic]], parting with the heroes on good terms.

Dynia was next encountered when he crashed a party at the countryside estate of the Collector, where he used strange magic to transform all of the guests into the creatures their costumes depicted. Then, using a strange clockwork device merged with mushrooms he managed to enter into the Collector's vault where he recovered a crystalline pumpkin. When members of the Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company tried to intervene, he used his magic to shrink them to tiny size. He left his [[Rag-o-Doll]] servants to keep watch over the manor while he used the crystal pumpkin artifact to perform a ritual to return Xevriss to Amusa.

In an attempt to satiate his master's hunger Dynia concocted a spell that stole all of Amusa's food and brought it to his domain in the Feywild. He was pursued into the Court of Hallow's Eve where he was defeated once and for all, returning all of the stolen food as well. Though while he was defeated, many of his duplicates remained.

== Powers and Abilities ==
Dynia wields powerful fey magic and has proficiency in all forms of illusion magic. His hat serves as an extradimensional space which he can store objects in. He can also make all manners of dishes using pumpkins.

[[Category:Wicked Wilds]]
[[Category:NPCs]]

Dynia

2023-11-15T13:35:55Z

Logztor: added a table, and a comment... gave Dynia a 'little' more personality, 'mechanically'.... i think... next hallows eve is gonna be interesting.

{{Infobox_character|affilliation=Xevriss, the Gourdheart Disciples|name={{PAGENAME}}|image=Dynia-ai.jpg|caption="Its Hallows Eve baby!"}}

'''{{PAGENAME}} '''is a fey trickster spirit and an acolyte of the Gourdheart Disciples, an order that worships the act of eating. He is the self-proclaimed "Herald of Hallow's Eve" and has made it his personal mission to return the orange dragon [[Xevriss]] to [[Amusa]].

== Physical Appearance ==
Dynia is a lanky humanoid creature wearing orange, purple, and green frilly and eccentric clothing. He wears a large floppy pointed hat which holds an extra dimensional space within and has a lit jack-o-lantern for a head.

{| class="wikitable"
|+Disassociative identity Disorder Roles and obsessions
|Mental number
|main role as alter
|obsessions and interests
|role as puppet
|-
!1
!'you know'
!"A certain orange dragon"
!'making things run smoothly'
|-
|2
|confidant to the pumpkin king
|aged wise people
|'cooking chief'
|-
|3
|Pro pumpkin pie cook
|'New things?'
|Gourdheart employee
|-
|4
|Chunnibyo
|Magikk bookz
|'cooking sub-chief'
|-
| +
|the many
|"unknown"
|professional cooks who like Pie
|}

== Personality ==
Dynia is eccentric, erratic, and easily excited. He enjoys playing tricks on others, but sometimes cannot see that a trick may have gone to far. He has a near unhealthy obsession with Hallow's Eve and is devoted to worship the great Devourer of Gourd's, Xevriss.

== History ==
Dynia is a spirit embodying the spirit of Hallow's Eve, originating from the Feywild. He was the head chef of [[The Court of Hallow's Eve]] and managed his kitchen with many duplicates of himself. At some point he joined the Gourdheart Disciple and become a well known acolyte within the order. Here he honed his skills as a chef and learned about Xevriss.

He first met members of the [[Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company]] when he was visiting the snail village of [[Escargotia]] in attempts to gain access to the villages leyline. He assisted the members free the villages guardian when it was taken over by an agent of [[Old Alkinimic]], parting with the heroes on good terms.

Dynia was next encountered when he crashed a party at the countryside estate of the Collector, where he used strange magic to transform all of the guests into the creatures their costumes depicted. Then, using a strange clockwork device merged with mushrooms he managed to enter into the Collector's vault where he recovered a crystalline pumpkin. When members of the Tempest Brothers Expeditionary Company tried to intervene, he used his magic to shrink them to tiny size. He left his [[Rag-o-Doll]] servants to keep watch over the manor while he used the crystal pumpkin artifact to perform a ritual to return Xevriss to Amusa.

In an attempt to satiate his master's hunger Dynia concocted a spell that stole all of Amusa's food and brought it to his domain in the Feywild. He was pursued into the Court of Hallow's Eve where he was defeated once and for all, returning all of the stolen food as well. Though while he was defeated, many of his duplicates remained.

== Powers and Abilities ==
Dynia wields powerful fey magic and has proficiency in all forms of illusion magic. His hat serves as an extradimensional space which he can store objects in. He can also make all manners of dishes using pumpkins.

[[Category:Wicked Wilds]]
[[Category:NPCs]]

Cealion

2023-10-12T16:33:14Z

Logztor: added page 4

Cealion is a Sea Elf Dhamphir Sorcerer.

forward(ooc)

the format will be in the form of scrawled messages to Cealion's favored tabaxi courtesen Azuria, beginning after a night of Cealion crying endlessly on her shoulder. As such the 'chapters' are basically one-off notes about particular parts of Cealion's life in a messy un-coordinated manner.

CONTEXT! this may or may not help.

Cealion: dhampir.... sea elf... probably.

Yarrog: dwarven multiclass specializing in the creation of incredibly dangerous and unstable weaponry.... not to be confused with wierd and generally useless plushies stored in a corner that was exploded by Cealion when they 'met'

Azuria: the tabaxi courtesen... umm..... yeah... uh... emotional support to Cealion with extreme stalkerish/grooming behaviors and probably the worst person in existance if modern morals were applied to this 'cat' human

Luka/yacob/Jake/boxface/etx199 etc.: the sentient, multiple personalitied snake tattoo, attempting to exert influence upon Cealion and other characters, probably attached to any new hosts i decide to create.... serves as a form of observation for the player known as 'Player' who is only a 2.5 dimensional being, played by a lucky idiot dimwit. alternativly, j u s t A U S E L E S S S N E K T A T. that will be applied to all future creations of tor for the purposes of avatar projects while stationed in this area and timespace/dimension of quelmar.

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Water,darkness, nature, magic, undeath, and, of course, luck. I guess in my case it was unluck, even if it was my own folly that caused it. Man being jealous of normal life never sucked so bad, heh 'sucked'. Well i guess i'm gonna be doing a lotta something like that, being a Dhampir an' all. if you're the Tabaxi who was kind to me, you can take this story as payment for the companionship last night. I really needed a shoulder to cry on, although i guess my emotions will ebb slowly. Oh right you wanted my life story. Well i guess this piece o' scrawled paper will have to do. How'ed my childhood go? Ah yes, those flying machines are a thing, 'airships' i think that dwarf called them. Well, getting sacrificed to them by extra superstitious parents is not generally how i'd imagine most children would experience their childhood. Add to that the fact the ship was stolen in the first place by undead and you get a problem, ok, LOTS of problems. For one thing being forced to work as a pilot because the pirate undeads aren't smart enough to land it well without directions from that vampire, wait, was he a vampire? Was he even a HE to begin with? I donno, they were pale and had bloodshot eyes but were otherwise quite secretive. Anyways, piloting, yea, that's a thing. you ever try to land a hecking AIRSHIP while being a small child? Try doing that under fear of death because your parents are mean and stow you away on a pirate ship in the first place. In hindsight my parents were very dumb, weren't they? I wish i could tell them a thing or two. Too bad i donno' where we were originally. let's continue about that airship piloting experience. We died, again, almost, well, TECHNICALLY we crashed and survived. We DID die, but most of the undead could reesemble themselves. Although when the an elf suddenly grows some scales when exposed to liquids(such as their own blood) it tends to raise some eyebrows. Such as a certain hooded undead's. So that 'thing' did something to me, and now i have a mild craving for blood again.

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Right, story. I'm undead, I know giant flaming curving fireball. I'm sure the pale skin REALLY didn't tip you off. Well something interesting happened when i got 'changed' by that undead thing. You know how when a wizard breaks his magic wand the magic contained within kinda, ya know, explodes everywhere causing chaotic randomness to happen. Yeah, it turns out that a similar thing happens when you shove too many elements into the same vessel, or in this case, ME. You'ed think that exploding with chaotic energy infused from the combination of many elements not playing well with eachother would be fun right? YOU WOULD BE VERY WRONG! It is painful as all crap. Luckily i didn't die from this because of a sealing spell, is that right? It might've been a scroll. Anyways, my chaotic energy got settled down by that pale thing, you wanna know what happened next? IT BIT ME! Surprisingly, in comparison to the explosive entropy i was previously experiencing, this was barely a prick. I still felt it, but in comparison to every inch of your skin shocking with a searing, burning pain, it was not noticable at the time. Anyways. that was my childhood. My teen years were spent dealing with mechanical things at a certain dwarf's place(remember when i mentioned one when talking about flyin machines as airships?). If we find eachother again i'll tell you about it on another scrawled page, lend me your shoulder when that happens please, thanks in advance.
may chaos be with you,
Cealion

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Yarrog 'The bold' he called himself, not what i'd call a 3 ft dwarf with arms wider than his head, but he was as stout as you'ed imagine. After my rocky childhood of airship piloting(which i no longer remember much of) he sorta picked me up after i wandered around from the crash. Now you might think he was one of those blacksmithing dwarves right? wrong, very stupidly wrong. He doesn't manipulate metal in a furnace, but with WRENCHES. What are these wrenches you ask? I haven't the slightest clue. the only wrench i knew of was a slab of metal with a hook on the end to rotate little nubs of iron. These i used to help repair the airship. His wrenches varied from a wire needle mechanism to a weird claw grabber thingy to even some powered gloves for extra heavy lifting. You seen a glove that shocks you while you wear it? He gave me one as a practical joke, until i burnt something inside cinders from the chaotic energy exploding from me, causing it to malfunction and explode, i chuckled, he didn't. Hmm what else happened back then. Oh yes, explosives and mechs, well not really mechs. more like wooden mobile suits. Not armor, but personnel locomotion. Imagine you have stilts on, but they are attached to a cage and you operate the stilts throught the cage and IT'S ALL WOODEN, gods the splinters would keep me from sleeping well at night, and i come in the workshop the next morning all tired and Yarrog be grinning like the worst gremlin ever after making me try his new 'Prototypes'. Did i run? No, i'd rather spite him first.

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anyways where was i, oh yeah, got a water flask, i like how inturring it in a corpse refills it with fresh wata, tho it's a bit stinky afterwards, but hey, magical water is magical water. Wait wrong story. Umm uhh. Oh right. Prototypes. you ever have 10 wands of magic missile activated in ur general direction and then have the resulting damage belayed by a cloak of shield? You ever wonder how dead you'ed be if the cloak failed? Terrifying crap boyo'. Absolutely terrifying. Yarrog was amazingly technical with some of his facinations, i wonder what that crazy dwarf is doing now. Ehh. probably delving in some ancient magic dungeon with magical traps and stuff with his 'anti magic orb'. you wanna know how i didn't destroy his house upon first meeting him? There's your reason. He gave me a different item to help deal with my magical outbursts but i think i lost it somewhere.

branch 1 Just a drunk idiot ( this is a branch of existance that never happened and thusly shall not be officially written until this character is dead)

branch 2 Za warudo broke, and only drunk cealion can understand it...

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WUow DuuUUde, drinking water AND from my flask was DEFINATELY wuT i NEEded. so here's what i did, i got drinking my flazk until it was EMPTY! then i CONTINUED DRINKING AN EMPTY FLASK! i'm wondering how thats possible but i'll think on that later, anyways i found some glowy stuff on the floor, ate it, felt like crap, ate more, passed out probably, woke up, broke my arm, broke time and space, killed some boxes with faces, ate one, saw my past self, bit him, raised an undead army, got promptly thrown into a demension that doesn't exist, pissed out the box-face i ate, made a deal with it, combined the powers of law and chaos to create a bubble reality, eccelerated it beyond the point of entropy, caused a supernatural explosion, decided it was fun, did it until the bubbles wouldn't explode, reversed it, figured out how to alternate it, smashed it all together, applied the box-face to it, got out of the wierd-space, came to a reality that looked familiar with a wierd yelling dwarf, got fused with a creature that looked like me, and now i'm a snake with a box for an eye.... on a tattoo... on myself.... interesting... i can exert controll over- * the note cuts off, Cealion would find this note amongst his belongings... probably.... or it'd get used by Yarrog to tell Azuria about problems with the 'idiot'

page 3 (back) ***btw i'm not submitting a forum changes thing until i properly clean up the notes mess (edit on 6:38 am aug 29 2023)***

majority of page is jumbled and fading in-out of proper existance. as such it's hard to read properly, the main excerpts that appear more often are this:

Hello, this is the snake writing here, i guess you could call me yacob. Jake if you are feeling REALLY friendly. I would call myself Luka to my enemies, not like it matters much now. i am stuck in a fickin snake tattoo because i was injected into this person. Ooh, pardon the language. I believe that you were wondering how in the god forsaken everlasting mother loving H---*cuts off

resumes*---LD SURGE TO LET OFF STEAM(and entropy, we'll get to that.) AND EVEN FICKI--* cuts off

<nowiki>*</nowiki>--cond he actually drinks some legit Law abiding drink of MOTHER LOVING WATER I SWEAR ON WHATEVER YOU CONSIDER TO BE A SO--*

<nowiki>*</nowiki>--ATER FLEA ALIVE UNTIL MY LAST FECKI--*

<nowiki>**</nowiki>dev notes** written what follows is an indescribably error-filled 7331,, but mixed with infernal notes, some contractual magic, and ALOT of binding spell traps connected to electrical storm incantations. Whoever reads this will find their mind filled with a waiver for there continued existence written in standard common in block text, along with warnings after the waiver. Man this robot/demon/aether hybrid did NOT want to unwarrantedly kill anyone, maybe they are really good at hiding. Or projecting, or they know who the tattoo really is. Those emotions seem kinda illegal for a robot to have, ngl.

N013 b-1

() message end

() () activating waiver

()()waiver signing

-> |

[y] n

()() Proccess agreed, warning activated. Initiate puzzle on lowest setting, apply additional warning before continue

-> [n]

() ()accepted, reapplying waiver, entering sleep mode *device within the paper begins to turn itself into little grass-hoppers with sticks for arms, before consuming the note and retreating in formation, breaking off in 8 cardinal directions, into the ground. Waiting for another passerby that has read the first two notes. . . .

(** this is a transmission as apposed to the format of notes that the others were written in**)

Branch END (this is the route Cealion generally gets to eventually, or quickly, depending on your perception of fate)

Error ---- first loop in progress

data Locked until first loop ends

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ending transmission/transpondance until futher notice

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REVENGE NOTES TO AZURIA

So you know how i don't like yarrog because of the 'test subject' thing right? It gets worse. He has MIMICS! Now normally it's fine since they prefer to only follow his orders BUT, HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ATTACKED BY A FOOKEN DOOR? appearantly hinges are the equivilent of ear piercings for humans, which is info. Also they like mahogony (transforming into it for reasons i don't understand). they like terrible jokes, but since i make only stupid ones, they aren't bad enough for them to laugh at. oh yeah he told me he had about 100 mimics in his mimic house, this is due to the fact they can't digest eachother, so it costs less to replace the furniture when it can eat the taxidermist. Did i mention they like to prank the neutral? they also eat 'texture' whatever that is... so yeah. mimics

Cealion

2023-08-29T10:45:31Z

Logztor: added notes 2 back, 3 front and back, added branches for some timeline shenanigans, added one infernal contraction note. Explained how time could be wacky in quelmar in own way. rolled luck dice for cealion to see which branch he got on. probably gave a headache for the DMs oh yeah gave the tattoo on Cealion's arm purpose and stuff, since no one could be bothered to replace the Haunted one background feature with a Dark gift from Ravenloft guide (tattoo variant)

File:Character Sheet - Form Fillable.pdf

2023-06-12T03:03:47Z

Logztor: one sec wrong one, this one has the correct changed

== Summary ==
one sec wrong one, this one has the correct changed

File:Cealion Character sheet.pdf

2023-06-12T02:53:54Z

Logztor:

yes this is my character