I Need There To Be A Oneshot With Beth May, Emily Axford, And Laura Bailey. The Pure Chaos! Bonus Points

I need there to be a oneshot with Beth May, Emily Axford, and Laura Bailey. The pure chaos! Bonus points if there pcs are Ron Stampler, Fig Faeth, and Jester Lavorre respectively. I dunno maybe their trapped in a middle plane and trying to get home to their respective planes. I really don't care what the adventure is. I just need them to play a session together.

Anwen Lyleyis Nydaris

Anwen is described as a tender minded, naturally giving individual, as she tends to be highly attuned to other persons’ states of mind, good and bad. Though feeling a sense of duty to help those in distress, she understands it's important to find a balance, not all conflicts can be resolved peacefully. From this perspective, she seems to operate under certain principles of justice, citing that if people are treated indifferently by her, it should be from the intention of their actions and deeds. However, when questioned by the party as to how she accumulated such wealth in a short period, Anwen told the Nein that she enjoyed collecting objects such as gold and platinum coins from individuals often indiscriminately.

Anwen is inherently blessed with truesight effortlessly able to see things as they actually are. Initially, this was presented as Anwen engaging with imagined allies, as many of those she interacted with were not perceptible by the rest of the party. This was most noticeable in her interactions with Grufin, a Growlphyn native to the Ethereal Plane. As the party members were unable to perceive Grufin, Caleb Widogast proposed that Anwen had created a fictitious companion as a means of coping with her time in seclusion prior to meeting them. At some point in the future, Anwen invoked Grufin, to protect Jester Lavorre from the Palano Corsair, and thus making the Growlphyn tangible to the naked eye.

Separate from her gentle manner, it’s indicated that Anwen is dealing with deep-seated panic disorder and separation anxiety disorder involving a traumatic event from her past. It’s implied she has completely reconstructed the trauma, through dissociative amnesia. She has issues dealing with things that remind her of the traumatic event; she avoids relationships with other children her age. Anwen becomes unwittingly uncharacteristically heartless when she feels alternated memories are threatened.

Art by @oliviajoytaylor

Kids Are a Handful of Love

Summary | Post Campaign, Fjord and Jester are pseudo parents to a little girl that's been traveling with Nein since the start of the campaign when they picked her up on the side of the Amber Rd. Though she doesn't refer to them as her parents and the two aren't married they're doting parents. Both are eager to finally give her a somewhat normal upbringing and provide the childhood they never had.

Author | Full writing credit to, @angelltheninth

Notes | This story was commissioned

Warnings | Fluff

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When they decided to take an impromptu vacation off the coast of Nicodranas to spend some time with their kid, neither Jester nor Ford could have predicted how much fun it would truly be, or how much such a simple gesture would mean to their child.

She was still so small and new to many things, so of course when the opportunity to experience something for the first time presented itself she was eager to take it. Even if it sometimes ended with a fire or two. Oh well, nothing was permanently damaged. Except for Marius and his clothes. And he may have a few bite scars for life. But other than that Anwen was not a menace, no more than Jester at least.

“Where are we going today?” Anwen looked excitedly between Fjord and Jester as Fjord steered the ship toward the port.

“Nicodranas. We’re visiting Marion today. So make sure to bring her lots of shinies.” Fjord was of course referring to the treasure jewels they found recently, not to the big stash of coin and trinkets that Anwen ehm... borrowed along the way.

Anwen’s smile only widened, which showed off her sharpening dragon teeth, “Okay! I’ll go see and find something really sparkly and pretty!” She put a few jumps in her run as she took off towards the lower deck.

“And you tell me I’m the bad influence.” Jester smirks up at Fjord who only shakes his head, “Not very fatherly of you, blaming me for it.”

“Very funny. I know she’s just exploring, that’s fine, we were both like that when we were kids, I just wanna make sure she’s safe while doing it. You know?”

“For her to know she has us there with her.” Jester finished for him. They shared a knowing look. Fjord nodded, his head turning towards the little girl running up to them, “Exactly.”

“I found it!” Anwen held a big red jewel in hands, almost the size of her head, “It’s red like her.”

Jester knelt down to the little girl and patted her light brown hair, “I’m sure she’ll love it. But how about we put it in the Bag of Holding for now, really make it a surprise?” Anwen seemed a little reluctant, she really liked all things shiny and sometimes found it hard to part with them if it wasn’t on her own terms. But she relented and gave Jester the jewel, which the cleric then put away.

A few minutes later, they were docked in the Port, which was brimming with life. Fishermen offering new goods, posters and people offering and looking for helping hands for future voyages, all kinds of animals hoping to get a few pieces of fresh fish.

Jester and Fjord flanked Anwen and gently took her smaller hands on their bigger ones, “Come on little Bee Up!” They both lifted her up a few inches off the ground, at which Anwen giggled with excitement and kicked her feet before they touched the ground again. They did this a few times more as they walked around the market.

“I thought we were going to see Grandma?”

“We are, we’re just taking a little detour, maybe we can find a few more things for her.” Fjord scanned the market with expert eyes for anything tasty. His smile widened when he found the perfect thing, “Hey Anwen, look over there. See what I see?” Anwen tilted her head in confusion. Jester snickered as she watched her daughter’s eyes light up.

“Ice cream! Can we get some?! Please?” She looked excitedly between the two of them. Fjord and Jester merely smiled down at her and nodded, their smiles widening even more when Anwen’s eyes sparkled in excitement.

It brought them even more joy when the ice cream vendor gave them extra big scoops for being such an adorable family.

“Don’t eat too fast, it will freeze that smart brain of yours.” Jester patted Anwen’s smeared cheeks with a napkin, only for the little girl to go right back to devouring her ice cream. It was gone in a span of minutes, while Fjord and Jester were still halfway through theirs.

Next stop was a small store close to the center of the marketplace. There they bought various scented candles and a big basket, which Jester then arranged and wrapped in a big blue bow.

“What do you think? Will she like it?” The basket was almost comically big, shielding Jester’s head and part of her torso from view.

“I think we went a little hard on the candles there, but other than that yeah.” Fjord gave a thumbs up and immediately regretted his choice of words when he saw the mischievous look on Jester’s face, “There’s a kid here Jester.”

“I wasn’t gonna say it!”

“Say what?” Anwen looked confused but before she could ask again Fjord scooped the little girl up and put her on his shoulders, her hands tangling and fisting into his hair. It didn’t hurt him however, Anwen knew to be careful.

He tilted his head to the side and slightly upwards, “Ready to go see Grandma Marion?”

“Yes! Let’s go!” The little dragon girl pointed excitedly in the direction of the Lavish Chateau.

It wasn’t long before the three found themselves traveling through the currently empty halls and stairways, knocking on Marion’s door and being met with the brightest smile in Nicodranas.

I used to play soccer. Once at a torment my team had been playing with minimal subs in the HOT summer heat. Where we we located the closest natural shade was was probably a three, two yards a way. None of our parents had brought umbrellas or those cover tents so we were basically running our asses off in cruel heat for the entire length of the game.

Well, just before half tine this one girl on my team faints. The coaches and ref rush her to the bench and eventually she comes to while waiting for the paramedics. They tell her to hydrate. This girl grabs her CUCUMBER VILE GREEN GATORADE and starts sipping it down. I tell her, she should really be drinking water. She goes 'no I'm fine'.

Yeah. OoOKay.

She pukes not even a mintue later. And let me tell you it came out the same shade of green as when it went in.

Now whenever I see Cucumber Gatorade, I remember that girl and how grow it must have been to throw that garbage up.

Moral of the story; Don't drink Cucumber Gatorade, kids✌

Jpegs are noncommittal. They struggle to hold themselves together. They wouldn't be able to support a Png.

Do you think a png and a jpeg could on purposed kiss?

Indy: "I spent so long waiting in the wings, my feathers decayed and I didn't even notice."

FCG: ...

Indy: "How can I fly now, with nothing but hollow bones?"

The Rest of the Bells totally not eavesdropping: