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creativity

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.

Hurrengo trama baterako mehatxu egoki batzuk lantzen ari naiz eta ondo pasatzeko asmoa dut. Irudipena dut erronka gisa maila baxuko munstroen errendimendua jaitsi dutela. Beraz, mailatutako izakiak sortu behar dituzu eta RAW jokoen barruan mantentzen saiatu.

Hala ere, Bad End bat izan dadin nahi dut, euren pertsonaien atzehistorien gainean jokoari jarraipena ematen diodalako.

Uste dut interneteko inkestak edo nire d20 irristatzea erabiliko dudala euren patua erabakitzen.

TPKing DND Talde bat laster.

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Everyone looks better in a suit

Denak itxura hobea dute jantzi batekin

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

Hello, Hi, Hola 👋

Kaixo denei! Espero dut gaur egun ona izatea! 👋👋

Kaixo, Hi, Hola 👋

📍Exmouth

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

Chakras in alignment expression

Pentsatu nuen nire arte-lanak partekatzea Asé ✨

Chakraen lerrokatze adierazpena

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

My recent designs

Inprimaketa eta ur-koloreetan espezializatutako artista freelance naiz.

Nire azken diseinuak

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

Mini mask

Lur zuriaren maskara txiki bat egin nuen. Koloreztatzeko bakarrik geratzen da😊

Mini maskara

Sunburst

Eguzki-izpi

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

Last thing I made

Inola ere ez dut halakorik osatu, musika ere jotzen du

Azken egin dudana

iPad doodle

iPad marrazkia

Colored on stream

Stream-ean koloreztatu nuen joan den astean

Koloreztatu nuen stream-ean

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?

Bizitzako gainerakoan film bat ikustera behartuta bazaude eta aukeratu dezakezu, zein aukeratuko zenuke? 🫩

Zure bizitzako gainerakoa?

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!

Urte batzuk daramat katze marionetak egiten nire katuen irudietan, eta azkenaldian komisioak saltzen hasi naiz, baita beste maskota omenezko produktuak ere. Oinetakoak, irudiak, pinak eta feltrozko irudiak barne!

Katze marionetak!

Takie coś wyszło

Hau irten da

My favorite Pokémon 💥☠️
Who is yours?

Toxicroak use Poison Jab!

Nire Pokémon gogokoena 💥☠️
Zurea nor da?

Toxicroak-ek Poison Jab erabili du!

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

Kaixo! Houston inguruan norbait badago, ilea mozteko leku bat gomendatuko zenidake? Alternatiboko mozketa eta kolore dibertigarriak interesatzen zaizkit, ile asko dut eta kendu nahi dut baina ikertzeko noren inguruan iradokizunak izan nahi nituzke. (Katuarentzat arreta, Porkchop izena du)

Tokiko aholkuak behar dira

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?

Lana edo eginkizunak egin ondoren, zer gustatzen zaizu lurrean jartzeko eta berriro lasaitzeko? Irakurtzea eta ahal dudanean gauza desberdinak sortzea maite dut. 😊

Zer da zure gustokoena lurrean jartzeko?

Behind the scenes of left behind.

Atzean utzitakoaren atzean.

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

Blocked

Nola lortzen duzu mina arte bihurtzen uztea berriro?

Blokatutako

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?

Meteorito mailua aukeratu nahi nuke, defentsa ia ez badu ere, erasoa izugarria da. Arma eta pertsonaren mugimenduen eta fluxuaren edertasuna aipatu gabe.

Arma bat ikasi eta maisu izan ahal bazenu, zein aukeratuko zenuke?

Creativity Is Thy Name

Sormena Da Zure Izena

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

Baditut pretty dangley gauzak beraz bihar hook batzuk erostera noa. Amaitutako instalazioa eguneratuko dut.

Nire ohearen gainean zerbait nahi dut

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

Ezer ez da laguntzen nire eguna, baizik eta zenbaki arteko margotzean denbora pasatzea, tea disfrutatzeko eta intxaur batzuk izanda.

Nire diamante zenbakizko hobbya disfrutatzen dut

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

Batzuetan, nire nortasunaren aurrerapenaz pentsatzen dudanean, 9tik 5era kanpoko egunetan pentsatzen dut. Noizbait, haur batek diseinatu zezakeen. Apal batean zegoen kutxa itsusia nerdom-eko ontzi bihurtu zen. Radioshack-ek, existitzen zenean, sortzeko zirkuituak emateko aukera zuen. Zein adin utzi dugu adostasun faltagatik adierazteko su hori?

Tinkering Tick

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

Paint :3

Lerroko markoaren kolore batzuk aukeratu ditut. Nola sentitzen gara?

Margotu :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

Hau da etxean bakarrik nagoenean gertatzen denaren adibidea. Gehitu nahi den musika giroa efektuak.

Besteek ikusten dutena vs nola ikusten dudan

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

elves or gnomes

Uste dut elfek nola ikusten diren gustatzen zaidala, baina gnomen umore-sentsazioa gehiago gustatzen zait.

elfoak edo gnomak

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

My first copper ring

Hau da egindako lehen eta bakarra den kobrezko eraztun... bikoitz geruza da.

Nire lehen kobrezko eraztun

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

Takie coś zrobione na terapii zajęciowej 🤭

Loreontzi batekin laukitxoa irten behar zuen baina hemen zerbait ez doa ondo 🫣

Egin beharreko zerbait terapia okupazionalean 🤭

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

Marble run

Beraz, bigarren marbel korrika eraiki dut eta ondo funtzionatzen du

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

Goian bezala, behean. Barruan bezala, kanpoan...

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

Hemen da gauza arraroa. 

Tasmaniar Tiger, Australiako apex predadorea izan zen, eta 1930eko hamarkadaren amaieran desagertu zen. 

Nire emazte maitea iragarki pertsonal baten bidez ezagutu nuen, bere ama benetan erantzun zuena... esan nizun arraroa dela! Bere amak data bat egin zuen nirekin, eta joateko esan zion.
Baina iragarkia irakurri zuen nirekin ikusi aurretik... eta nire mundua aldatu zuen 16 urtez. 

Eguzkia irten zen lehen goizean, elkar ezagutzeagatik oraindik goian geunden. Musika negozioan bi profesional, gure disko handien etiketetan argitaratuta. Elkar ezagutzen genuen, baina ez genuen hau gertatuko zenik amestu. Nire iragarkiaz zerbait aipatu nuen eta berak "Tasmaniar Tigreak" esan zuen. 
Nire iragarkian aipatu nituen eta berak ez zekien zer ziren.

Beraz, 1930eko hamarkadako film zahar bat erakutsi nion, Australiako zoo batean azken bizirik irauten zuenari buruzkoa.
Eta nire pentsamendua... azkena nintzela - nola sentitzen zen... 

Beraz, nire iragarki jatorrizkoa berriro egin nuen... berriro zoriontsu izateko esperantzarekin, hildakoak ohoratzean sinesten dudalako, ahal den bizitza onena izateko. Azken finean, praktikatu dugu! 

Nire musikarekin batera, romantiko bat naiz. Egiazko eta sufrimenduzko azkena. Ez naiz mundu honetako. Ez hemen, behintzat. Tasmaniar Tiger naiz. Thylacine bat, eta beste bat bilatu dut... eta oraindik bakarra naiz. 

Hala ere, beti ez naiz horrela izan. Nire bizitza aldatu zen nire laguna gure basoan inbaditu ziren predadore berriek erori zenean. Lau negu igaro dira orain eta oraindik gogoratzen dut gure lekuan itzuli nintzen eguna eta goitik bizi ziren txoriak ikusi nindutela... nire pauso motelak, nire begirada finkoa... abesten uzten zuten eta urduri jartzen ziren. 

Gaur egun, nire harrapakinarekin itzultzen naizenean gelditzen dira. Izaki sinpleak dira, baina intuizioan bizi dira... eta ez bakarrik beren intuizioan, baizik eta aurreko aitzindarien milaka intuizioan, milaka bat bezala pentsatzen dute... eta beren abestiak ezagutza da, ikasi ez dena... baina, zalantzarik gabe, benetakoa. 

Niretzat galdetu dute, baina jada badakite... eta hau dakit... barruan dudan mina onartzeko modua da. Nire harrapakinarekin nire lekuraino itzultzen naizela ikusten dute... eta nire begiak heze jartzen direla ikusten dute. Ez dakite zer den hori, eta ni ere ez. 

Nire lamentu hotsak harrapatu ditu. Ez dakit zer den, nik ere... orain egiten dudan ezer ez dut ezagutzen... ez da kontziente naizen zerbait... baina lamentua... itxaropena izanik erantzun egingo dela. Badakit ez dela izango. Lurralde hau izaki sinplez beteta dago, HAIN sinpleak, baina osatuak... eta lur osoa hauekin estalita dago... hainbeste, haien arimak ozeanoan bete ditzakete... baina hain sakonak izango lirateke, nire oin-patzak apenas bustitzeko... 

Ez dut ulertzen nire begietan dagoen hezetasuna eta nire bihotzean dagoen deserosotasuna, iraganeko garaiak pentsatzen ditudanean. Inoiz ez nuen lamentatu. Yipatu, txitatu... eta nire lagunari seinale egiteko aireko puf isilak egin nituen... eta oraindik egiten dut, nire ametsean. 

Txoriak nire istorioa kraniengana iritsi ziren... eta kraniek itzuli zirenean egunak berotzen hasi ziren, thylacinerako mundu bat ez zela kontatu zuten... ez lekurik, ez arrastorik. Ur-iturriak ez zuen oin-p

Tasmaniar Tiger

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

Do you luv creating?

Betidanik sortzeko desira indeskribatua izan dut, orain ezagutza eta jakintza dudan aurretik...

Sortzea maite al duzu?

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

New hair color!

Morea eta berdea egin dut baina berdea gehiago teal itxura du. Ez naiz haserretuta.

Ile kolore berri!

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?

Hau urrezko olioa da, urtu zen (autoan utzi nuen), eta berriro solidoa zenean, forma hauek hartu zituen. Polita iruditu zitzaidan, beraz, argazki bat atera nuen.

Zer ikusten duzu?

Soul chart

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

Kaixo, iaz margotu nuen zerbait partekatu nahi nuen. Banantzean apurtuta sentitu nintzen, beraz, hilabete batzuk lineaz kanpo egon naiz, baina berak apurtu zuen eta ikusi du zenbat eman dezakedan. Aurten norbait ezagutu nahi nuke, maitasuna estimatzen duen norbait, baina baita umore iluna eta abentura-gogo handia duen norbait ere. Berak lana egin du, beraz, norbaitek onurak lortu beharko lituzke 😅

Nire arte lan batzuk partekatzen

A Boo community for meeting other Creativity enthusiasts.

Creativity Community

TPKing DND Talde bat laster.

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Denak itxura hobea dute jantzi batekin

Kaixo, Hi, Hola 👋

📍Exmouth

Chakraen lerrokatze adierazpena

Joko prestatzeko gaua

Egun berri, ideia berri, proiektu berri

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