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Working on a proper few threats for the upcoming plot and just going to have fun with it. I get the impression they leveled down for the challenge of low level monsters. So you have to make leveled creatures and try to stay inside RAW games.

Though, I still want it to feel like a Bad End since I keep the game moving on their characters' backstories.

I guess I'll let the old tried 'n true method of internet polls or rolling my d20 decide their fate.

TPKing a DND Group soon.

Arbejder på et par ordentlige trusler til den kommende plot og har bare tænkt mig at have det sjovt med det. Jeg får indtrykket af, at de er blevet lavere i niveau for udfordringen med lavniveau monstre. Så du skal lave niveauerede væsner og prøve at holde dig inden for RAW-spil.

Selvom jeg stadig vil have, at det skal føles som en dårlig slutning, da jeg holder spillet i gang med deres karakterers baghistorier.

Jeg gætter på, at jeg vil lade den gamle, afprøvede metode med internetafstemninger eller at rulle min d20 bestemme deres skæbne.

TPKing en DND-gruppe snart.

Everyone looks better in a suit

Alle ser bedre ud i jakkesæt

Hello everyone! Hope you're having a good day today! 👋👋

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Hej alle sammen! Håber I har en god dag i dag! 👋👋

Hej, Hej, Hola 👋

📍Exmouth

Just thought I'd share some of my artwork Asé ✨

Chakras in alignment expression

Tænkte bare, jeg ville dele noget af mit kunstværk Asé ✨

Chakraer i justeret udtryk

I am a freelance artist who specialises in printmaking and watercolour.

My recent designs

Jeg er en freelance kunstner, der specialiserer sig i tryk og akvarel.

Mine seneste designs

I made a small mask out of white clay. All that's left is to color it😊

Mini mask

Jeg lavede en lille maske af hvid ler. Alt der er tilbage er at farve den😊

Mini maske

Sunburst

Solstråle

I never put anything like this together, it plays music as well

Last thing I made

Jeg har aldrig sat noget sådan sammen, det spiller også musik

Sidste ting jeg lavede

iPad doodle

Colored on stream

Farvet på stream

If you were forced to watch a movie for the rest of your life and you could pick it what would you pick? 🫩

Rest of your life?

Hvis du blev tvunget til at se en film resten af dit liv, og du kunne vælge, hvad ville du så vælge? 🫩

Resten af dit liv?

For a few years been making cat puppets of my own cats and recently started selling comissions as well as other pet tribute items. Including shoes, figures, pins and felted figures!

Cat puppets!

I nogle år har jeg lavet katdukker af mine egne katte og er for nylig begyndt at sælge bestillinger samt andre kæledyrshyldest genstande. Inklusive sko, figurer, pins og filtede figurer!

Katdukker!

Takie coś wyszło

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Min yndlings Pokémon 💥☠️
Hvem er din?

Toxicroak bruger Poison Jab!

Image shows a chunky white and grey tabby cat sleeping on the top of a cat tower. One front paw covering his eyes

Hey! If anyone is in the Houston area could you recommend a place to get haircuts? I'm interested in alternative cuts and fun hair color, I have a lot of hair and I want to get rid of it but I'd like to have suggestions of who to research. (Cat for attention, his name is Porkchop)

Local Advice needed

Hej! Hvis nogen er i Houston-området, kan I så anbefale et sted at få klippet hår? Jeg er interesseret i alternative klip og sjove hårfarver, jeg har meget hår, og jeg vil gerne have det klippet af, men jeg vil gerne have forslag til, hvem jeg skal undersøge. (Kat for opmærksomhed, hans navn er Porkchop)

Lokal rådgivning nødvendig

After a long day of work and or errands what do you like to do to ground yourself and get yourself calm once again? I love to read and create different things when I can. 😊

What is your favorite thing to do to ground yourself?

Efter en lang arbejdsdag eller ærinder, hvad kan du lide at gøre for at finde ro og blive afslappet igen? Jeg elsker at læse og skabe forskellige ting, når jeg kan. 😊

Hvad er din yndlingsaktivitet for at finde ro?

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Bag kulisserne af efterladt.

How do you get yourself to let the pain turn into art again?

Blocked

Hvordan får du dig selv til at lade smerten blive til kunst igen?

Blokeret

I would want to pick the meteor hammer, even if it gives almost no defense, the offense is overwhelming. Not to mention the beauty in the movements and flow of both the weapon and person

If you could learn and master 1 weapon, what would you pick?

Jeg ville vælge meteorhammeren, selvom den næsten ikke giver nogen forsvar, er offensiven overvældende. For ikke at nævne skønheden i bevægelserne og flowet af både våbenet og personen

Hvis du kunne lære og mestre 1 våben, hvad ville du vælge?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Kreativitet er dit navn

I have pretty dangley things so I'm gonna buy some hooks tomorrow. I'll update with the finished installment.

I want something above my bed

Jeg har nogle ret hængende ting, så jeg vil købe nogle kroge i morgen. Jeg opdaterer med den færdige installation.

Jeg vil have noget over min seng

Nothing help makes my day but enjoying some time with my number art painting with a pot of tea to enjoy and some incense.

My diamond by number are hobby I enjoy

Intet hjælper med at gøre min dag bedre end at nyde noget tid med min nummerkunstmaleri med en potte te at nyde og noget røgelse.

Min diamant ved nummer er en hobby, jeg nyder

Sometimes as I wonder about the progress of my personality I reminisce about days outside the 9 to 5. When a child could design. An ugly box on a shelf became a vessel for nerdom. A radioshack when it existed could supply the circuits to create. What age do we abandon by indifference our fire to express.

The Tinkering Tick

Nogle gange, når jeg undrer mig over udviklingen af min personlighed, mindes jeg dage uden for 9 til 5. Da et barn kunne designe. En grim kasse på en hylde blev et fartøj for nørderi. En radioshack, da det eksisterede, kunne levere kredsløbene til at skabe. Hvilken alder opgiver vi ved ligegyldighed vores ild til at udtrykke.

Den Tinkering Tick

Just picked some colors for my bed frame. How do we feel

Paint :3

Har lige valgt nogle farver til min sengestel. Hvordan har vi det

Maling :3

This is example of what happens when I zone out home alone. Add mood music of choice effects.

What others see vs how I do

Dette er et eksempel på, hvad der sker, når jeg zoner ud hjemme alene. Tilføj stemningsmusik efter eget valg.

Hvad andre ser vs hvordan jeg gør

I think I like the way elves look but I like gnomes' sense of humor more.

elves or gnomes

Jeg tror, jeg kan lide, hvordan elfer ser ud, men jeg kan bedre lide nissernes sans for humor.

elfer eller nisser

This is the first and only copper ring I made... it's double layer.

My first copper ring

Dette er den første og eneste kobberring, jeg har lavet... den er dobbeltlag.

Min første kobberring

Miała mi wyjść kratka chyba z koszyczkiem na kwiatki ale coś tu nie gra 🫣

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Det skulle have været et gitter med en lille kurv til blomster, men der er noget galt her 🫣

Tak noget lavet på ergoterapi 🤭

So I just built my second marble run which runs pretty well

Marble run

Så jeg har lige bygget mit andet marmor løb, som kører ret godt

Marmor løb

As above, so below. As within, so without...

Som ovenfor, så nedenfor. Som indeni, så udenfor...

Here's where it gets weird. 

The Tasmanian Tiger, was an apex predator in Australia, and hunted to extinction by the late 1930s. 

I met my late wife through a personal ad that her mother actually answered... told you it gets weird! Her mother made a date with me, and told her to go.
But she read the ad before she came to see me... and changed my world for 16 years. 

As the sun came up that first morning, we were still on this high from meeting each other. Two professionals in the music biz, who had major label releases of our own. We already knew of each other, but didn’t dream this would happen. I mentioned something about my ad and she said "Tasmanian Tigers". 
I had mentioned them in my ad and she didn't know what they were.

So I showed her a flickering old movie from the late 1930s that showed the last surviving one in a zoo in Australia.
And my thought... that I was the last - how she felt as well... 

So I reprised my original ad... hoping to be that lucky again, as I believe in honoring your departed, to have the best life you can. After all, we've had practice! 

Along with my music, I'm also a romantic. The last of the true and afflicted ones. I know I am not of this world. Not here, at least. I am a Tasmanian Tiger. A thylacine, and I've searched the earth for another... and still am only as one. 

I wasn't always like this, though. My life changed as I saw my mate felled by the new predators that invaded our wood. It's been four winters now and I can still remember the day as I returned to our den and the songbirds that lived above us saw me... my slow gate, my fixed stare... as they stopped singing and were uneasy. 

To this day, they stop as I come back with quarry to share with no one. They are simple creatures, but they live on their intuition... and not just their own, but the thousands of their ancestors that came before, thousands think as one... and their songs are their knowledge which is not learned... but certainly real. 

They've asked me, but they already know... and I know this... it's their way of acknowledging my hurt inside. They see me bringing back my quarry to my den... and see my eyes grow damp. They don't know what that is, and neither do I. 

They are struck by my plaintive yowl. I don't know what it is, either... I don't recognize any of what I do now... it's not something I'm even aware of... but the yowl...hoping against hope that it is answered. Knowing it won't be. All of this land is covered with the simple creatures, SO simple, yet complete... and the whole earth is covered with them... so many as their souls could fill the ocean...but would be so shallow as to scarcely wet my foot pads... 

I don't understand the dampness in my eyes and the disquiet in my heart, when I think of the times past. I never yowled. I yipped, chittered... and made quiet puffs of air to signal my mate... and I still do so, in my dreams. 

The birds told my story to the cranes... and when the cranes came back as the days warmed, they told of a world that was no longer for the thylacine... not a den, nor trace. The watering holes showed not a footpad in the mud... no bones... and the rabbits and shrews were bold... as if they had nothing to fear! And numerous... so numerous as to be diseased and festering carcasses exposed all over... so much that the carrion eaters couldn't even finish them.  

So it would appear that I am alone. And my eyes grow damp as I feel this... and the birds above our den ask me if I am sick, as my eyes are ever damp... I tell them I don't know, as I don't. I truly don't know what is wrong with me. Or this world... That soon I will grow older, stooped as the elders I saw as a kit, and slow... and my teeth will dull and fall out... and then I will lay down my last time. But now my teeth are still sharp, I can take more quarry than ten of my peers... which is why I'm still here and disquiet. I know of nothing else!

But why am I here? My coat is still sleek, my mind and body nimble, as the apex of the hunters. The birds above me paired for life, which is also our way. We are connected in that way... and one day I saw his mate fall... and it distressed me. Much as I think they must feel, now... and saw him out on their branch hopping up and down. It was strange behaviour... and his song... so different. As he did that day and even after the light. It was his way. And he didn't sleep in their nest.  He didn't sleep at all, I believe. Until one day, she arrived. His mate to this day. And I know that is what he thinks I must do. But they are simple.

 I asked him one day if he ever missed his first mate. He looked at me quizically. I tried to ask again, as the one that came before, and he said only that he had always been with his current mate. He believes this. That is his way. I envy him. They cannot conceive of this. 

And they still quiet their song as I return. And they still nuzzle as I walk out of sight, seeing my solitude, feeling complete as they are. And I walk my perimeter, And beyond. Farther every day. Making my plaintive yowl, hoping that it will be answered. And sometimes I lie down and dream... and hope that dreams are not all I will ever have. Or that i awaken and find her there again, as if THIS were the dream, as I had many times before she truly did fall... these always confused me as dreams our life before do now. For what good are dreams in a world where no Thylacine live? And what am I to become that a simple bird pities me? If I didn’t have fondness for them I would gulp them down, not to see that look again. 

Well, my day is nigh, and I must lie down in my den,  again. I push myself beyond my ability every day, and sometimes chew the hemlock leaves, so I don't lie down, but fall... to sleep without pointless dreams... lately of the coming spring and running with my mate by the waters. Yipping, chittering, and nuzzling.

Tasmanian Tiger

Her begynder det at blive mærkeligt. 

Tasmanian Tiger var en apex-rovdyr i Australien og blev jaget til udryddelse i slutningen af 1930'erne. 

Jeg mødte min afdøde kone gennem en personlig annonce, som hendes mor faktisk svarede på... sagde jeg ikke, det bliver mærkeligt! Hendes mor lavede en aftale med mig og sagde til hende, at hun skulle komme. 
Men hun læste annoncen, før hun kom for at se mig... og ændrede min verden i 16 år. 

Da solen steg op den første morgen, var vi stadig på en høj fra at møde hinanden. To professionelle i musikbranchen, som havde store pladeudgivelser af vores egne. Vi kendte allerede til hinanden, men drømte ikke om, at dette ville ske. Jeg nævnte noget om min annonce, og hun sagde "Tasmanian Tigers". 
Jeg havde nævnt dem i min annonce, og hun vidste ikke, hvad de var.

Så jeg viste hende en flimrende gammel film fra slutningen af 1930'erne, der viste den sidste overlevende i en zoologisk have i Australien. 
Og min tanke... at jeg var den sidste - hvordan hun også følte... 

Så jeg gentog min oprindelige annonce... håbede at være så heldig igen, da jeg tror på at ære de afdøde, for at have det bedste liv, man kan. Når alt kommer til alt, har vi haft øvelse! 

Sammen med min musik er jeg også en romantiker. Den sidste af de sande og plagede. Jeg ved, jeg ikke er af denne verden. Ikke her, i hvert fald. Jeg er en Tasmanian Tiger. En thylacine, og jeg har søgt jorden rundt efter en anden... og er stadig kun som én. 

Jeg har ikke altid været sådan, dog. Mit liv ændrede sig, da jeg så min makker blive nedlagt af de nye rovdyr, der invaderede vores skov. Det er nu fire vintre siden, og jeg kan stadig huske dagen, da jeg vendte tilbage til vores hule, og sangfuglene, der levede over os, så mig... min langsomme gang, mit faste blik... da de stoppede med at synge og blev urolige. 

Den dag i dag stopper de, når jeg kommer tilbage med bytte at dele med ingen. De er simple skabninger, men de lever på deres intuition... og ikke kun deres egen, men tusinder af deres forfædre, der kom før, tusinder tænker som én... og deres sange er deres viden, som ikke er lært... men bestemt virkelig. 

De har spurgt mig, men de ved allerede... og jeg ved dette... det er deres måde at anerkende min indre smerte. De ser mig bringe mit bytte tilbage til min hule... og ser mine øjne blive fugtige. De ved ikke, hvad det er, og det gør jeg heller ikke. 

De er ramt af mit klagende hyl. Jeg ved ikke, hvad det er, heller ikke... jeg genkender ikke noget af det, jeg gør nu... det er ikke noget, jeg engang er klar over... men hylet... håber imod håb, at det bliver besvaret. Ved, at det ikke vil. Alt dette land er dækket af de simple skabninger, SÅ simple, men alligevel komplette... og hele jorden er dækket af dem... så mange, at deres sjæle kunne fylde havet... men ville være så lavvandet, at de knap ville våde mine fodpuder... 

Jeg forstår ikke fugtigheden i mine øjne og uroen i mit hjerte, når jeg tænker på de forgangne tider. Jeg har aldrig hylet. Jeg har gøet, kvitrede... og lavet stille pust af luft for at signalere min makker... og jeg gør det stadig i mine drømme. 

Fuglene fortalte min historie til trane... og da trane kom tilbage, som dagene blev varmere, fortalte de om en verden, der ikke længere var for thylacinen... ikke en hule, ej heller spor. Vandhullerne viste ikke en fodpude i mudderet... ingen knogler... og kaninerne og musene var dristige... som om de ikke havde noget at frygte! Og talrige... så talrige, at de var syge og rådne kadavre, der var eksponeret overalt... så meget, at ådselæderne ikke engang kunne færdiggøre

I have always had an indescribable urge to create before I had the knowledge and know how now…

Do you luv creating?

Jeg har altid haft en ubeskrivelig trang til at skabe, før jeg havde den viden og kunnen, jeg har nu…

Elsker du at skabe?

Made it purple and green but the green looks more teal. Not unhappy with it.

New hair color!

Lavede det lilla og grønt, men det grønne ser mere teal ud. Ikke utilfreds med det.

Ny hårfarve!

This is coconut oil that was melted(left in the car), then when solid again, it formed these shapes. I thought it was cool, so I took a pic.

What do you see?

Dette er kokosolie, der blev smeltet (ladet være i bilen), og da det blev fast igen, dannede det disse former. Jeg syntes, det var sejt, så jeg tog et billede.

Hvad ser du?

Soul chart

Sjæl diagram

Hey, just wanted to share something I painted last year. I felt broken after my break up so I've been offline for a few months now, but she cracked and egg who has seen how much i can give. I'd really like to meet someone this year, someone who appreciates romance but also has dark sense of humour, and drive for adventure. She put the work in so someone should get the benefits 😅

Just sharing some of my art work

Hej, jeg ville bare dele noget, jeg malede sidste år. Jeg følte mig knust efter min breakup, så jeg har været offline i et par måneder nu, men hun knækkede et æg, der har set, hvor meget jeg kan give. Jeg ville virkelig gerne møde nogen i år, nogen der værdsætter romantik, men som også har en mørk sans for humor og trang til eventyr. Hun lagde arbejdet i, så nogen burde få fordelene 😅

Bare dele noget af mit kunstværk

Et Boo fællesskab for at møde andre Creativity entusiaster.

Creativity Fællesskab

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TPKing en DND-gruppe snart.

Alle ser bedre ud i jakkesæt

Hej, Hej, Hola 👋

📍Exmouth

Chakraer i justeret udtryk

Spilforberedelsesnat

Ny dag, nye ideer, nyt projekt

Julekage Tilbageblik!

Kreativitet er intelligens at have det sjovt ⚓

Stærke sinder diskuterer ideer, gennemsnitlige sinder diskuterer begivenheder, svage sinder diskuterer mennesker

Lav en liste over fordele 🫶