TLDR: I thought I found the ring I wanted online, but am now custom designing one. Do I redesign the ring I liked online or create my own? I also have no idea what design I’d like. Feel free to post how you chose your ring, what your dream ring is, or any advice you have for me. TIA
I originally made a post asking about what ring to get online. It’s been a couple months and we decided to go to a jewelry shop to get ideas on how the online ring would look.
Reddit highly recommended this specific place in my area so we walked in on Saturday. We thought we’d be in and out in 30 minutes and go order the ring online. Two hours later, were custom designing a ring with them and have another appointment this weekend.
During the first appointment I decided that I wanted a one carat diamond and rose gold. I like minimalist, but also I like sparkle and uniqueness but I want it to still be timeless. Yeah, I don’t know either, lol.
I’m really excited to design the ring but I also have no freaking idea what I want since the options are limitless.
Currently, I’m basically redesigning the CatBird ring I initially thought I wanted. I’m so glad we went to the shop because the CatBird ring’s main stone is half a carat. I’ve never ring shopped before and am unsure if I should just recreate the CatBird ring or come up with something else.
I’m also nervous because the appointment is on Saturday and I’m completely lost and directionless. I did random internet searches and didn’t find anything I loved. I remember the first time seeing the Catbird ring and thinking it was so pretty. It’s very simple and I haven’t seen anything else I like more. But I have the opportunity to do anything. I just don’t have much inspiration. My partner just tells me pick whatever I like, which doesn’t help because I don’t know.
Anyway, free to post how you chose your ring, what your dream ring is, or any advice you have for me. TIA

So for context I’m 39, was obsessed with Raw during the attitude era, ordered every PPV and recorded them on VHS, and around my early 20s is when I started losing interest. (In my opinion there was a huge drop off in quality after Austin’s heel turn at mania and it wasn’t the same.) Now that I have my own kids (son 11 and daughter 9) we started watching it religiously again (going to our first Raw tonight in Greenville, stoked!).
I know nostalgia can be a hell of a drug, so was the attitude era really THAT good or is it just nostalgia talking. Well after watching a ton of attitude era Raws on PPV over the last few weeks, the short answer is.. Yes, it was glorious! Below are my takeaways.
This will be unpopular to say and many of you will disagree, but many of the main stars of today would have been mid carders at best during the attitude era.
I mean my god, the supreme talent that the “big 3” had (Austin/HHH/Rock) was just otherworldly. The in ring talent, the charisma, the acting. Truly once in a generation roster. It would be equivalent to having Larry Bird, Michael Jordan and Lebron James all in their primes at the same time and on the same team. They were just that good at EVERYTHING.
Mid carders of then are equal to the main eventers now in terms of talent, Ken Shamrock, Big Bossman, Test, Val Venis (I wish we had a cringe sexual character like him now, was so fun lol) pretty much all of D Generarion X. I mean, I just watched a European title match with X PAC vs Al snow for the European title, and Snow and Golddust had a an angle where he stole Al Snow’s head and it was just entertaining as hell for some reason.
The announcers, Jim Ross combined with Lawler was pure gold. Nothing and I mean NOTHING gave you goosebumps more than hearing Stone Cold’s glass shatter and Jim Ross’s commentary. NOTHING like it.
Less women BUT the women that did actually wrestle were amazing. Lita, Sable, Luna, Trish and Chyna. Sure there are way more women now but I can count maybe 5, 6 tops that I consider memorable. Becky, Rhea, Nia Jax, Liv, Bianca and Jade. After them, there is a big drop off in talent imo.
The Factions! The corporation and DX, need I say more? The Corporation is by far the most memorable and entertaining faction hands down.
Overall just the energy, the crowd, the sense that nearly every match there was so much at stake and the wrestlers cared. The Rivalries really made you believe that they absolutely hated each other. Rock and mankind I quit match at the Rumble, I mean does it get any better than that?
I could go on and on, I’m not trashing the current product at all. Me and my son enjoy it immensely and we watch every single raw and smackdown and I am so pumped about going to Raw tonight. I do understand that eras are eras for a reason and all good things always come to an end, so this isn’t just an old guy trash talking the current product as it is still very good! I just wanted to take a trip down memory lane and share my two cents.

Crump could have probably beat Hooktails with the Magnus Von Grapple. Crump had almost gotten the Emerald Star in his own and the Puni Elder could have only blocked his escape for so long. So he'd definitely be able to get the first two stars with no problem.
Macho Grubba is actually a fairly strong boss and would most likey beat Von Grapple on his own, and it's unlikely Crump would have had version 2 ready by then. Grubba would also be able to beat base Crump and the X Nauts especially if the other fighters get involved since the X-Nauts would try to force their way though Glitz Pit to the gold star. The Shadow sirens might be able to sneak into Glitz Pit and steal the gold star but still might get defeated by Grubba. If all other options fail, then Grodus himself might have to defeat Grubba.
Dooplis isn't a very strong boss on his own so Crump, the X-Nauts, and the Shadow Sirens could easily take him down. I'm not super sure how the body stealing stuff would go down, but it'd be hilarious if Dooplis stole Crump's body, pretended to be him, and presented the ruby star to Grodus.
The Cortez boss fight is definitely harder than the Crump fight, but Crump might be able to negotiate a deal with Cortez. The X-Nauts have a lot of resources so they could just buy the sapphire star from Cortez since he said he never really liked it.
The Shadow Sirens will most likely go back to Poshley Sanctum since they realize they stole a replica of the granite star. It wouldn't be too hard to find the hidden entrance and they'd have no issues getting past the dark boos and easily get the granite star.
Overall, the only stars the X Nauts would have too much trouble with are the gold star and sapphire star since those are guarded by some pretty strong bosses. What do you guys think?

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I tells ya, so much falls into place here. This comes from Helen Hardacre's book Kurozumikyō and the New Religions of Japan, Princeton University Press, Princeton, New Jersey, 1986. First, some background:

The contemporary religious scene in Japan is commonly divided into the "established religions" (kisei shūkyō) and the "new religions" (shinshūkō). These categories are further divided into Buddhist- and Shintō-derived varieties of each as well as into further subcategories.

The titular "Kurozumikyō" is a Shintō new religion founded in 1814 by the Shintō priest Kurozumi Munetada. As of this publication, it had a total membership of 220,000.

Founded by a priest of the "established" Shintō tradition, it is one of the oldest of the so-called new religions and seems to combine aspects of both new and established types. (p. 3)
THE NEW RELIGIONS OF JAPAN
The new religions and their members represent an important and distinctive sector of Japanese society. In spite of the great variety of their doctrines, new religions share a unity of aspiration and world view significantly different from those of secular society and from the so-called established religions. New religions constitute the most vital sector of Japanese religion today and include perhaps 30 percent of the nation's population in their membership. (p. 3)

A source I read recently noted that the Soka Gakkai grew from poaching members of other new religions; it seems this demographic was the most fluid and changeable of Japan's religious demographic. However, at just 30% of the population, even if the Soka Gakkai had managed to claim 100% of these new religions' memberships, it would still have fallen short of Ikeda's self-defined minimum requirement of 1/3 of the population.

Among the doctrines of the new religions there is great variety, since doctrine frequently originates in revelations to a founder. (p. 5)

Here is the Soka Gakkai's version:

• The enlightenment attained by President Toda in prison is the prime point of Soka Buddhism.

Founders tend to be charismatic individuals who attract a following through faith healing rather than through ordination and textual erudition.

The Soka Gakkai version:

• Ikeda: "Every disease can be cured by Gohonzon!"

Also here and here and especially HERE - DEFINITELY with the "faith healing".
As far as the "textual erudition" goes, Toda's post-WWII lectures on the Lotus Sutra were expected to be accepted as the "gold standard" of textual interpretation, and today, SGI members study Ikeda's lectures on texts rather than the texts themselves - see here and here. Who needs any priest??

The new religions tend to recruit their following through evangelistic proselytization and dramatic conversion, at least in the first generation. They promise followers "this-worldly-benefits" in the form of healing, solution of family problems, and material prosperity. In ethics they emphasize family solidarity and qualities of sincerity, frugality, harmony, diligence, and filial piety. Between laity and leaders there is only a vague dividing line, and for the most part, anyone may acquire leadership credentials, including women. Frequently the new religions recognize no sacred centers but those of their own history. (pp. 5-6)

While the Soka Gakkai initially embraced pilgrimages ("tozan") to the Nichiren Shoshu Head Temple Taiseki-ji, their regular activities were centered on Soka Gakkai buildings ("kaikan", or "centers") rather than on Nichiren Shoshu temples. In fact, this was an early source of conflict, as the Nichiren Shoshu priesthood justifiably questioned WHY the Soka Gakkai was putting so much more effort and resources into building NEW Soka Gakkai centers than on building Nichiren Shoshu temples, which would have been the proper function of any religion's legitimate lay organization. Add to that the bad optics of Ikeda's cult's attempted steeplejacking of established Nichiren Shoshu temples, and there was DEFINITELY something rotten in Denmark, so to speak. The Soka Gakkai's focus was trained on IKEDA rather than on the priests of the order they supposedly belonged to as a lay organization. That's some fucked up priorities and it was only a matter of time before that became an open, obvious problem. Of course Ikeda hoped to delay that reckoning until he was in a position to seize the entire Nichiren Shoshu religion for himself. Too bad, so sad, the Nichiren Shoshu priesthood headed him off at the pass and spoiled all his beautiful plots.

The world view of the Japanese new religions conceives of the individual, society, nature, and the universe as an integrated system vitalized by a single principle. Every level represents the manifestation of that principle on a larger scale. The relationships among the levels, however, are not static. They must be maintained in balance, harmony, and congruence. These qualities are manifested in conditions of happiness, health, social stability, abundant harvests, and regular succession of the seasons (free of such calamities as flood, drought, and major earthquakes). The opposite conditions (unhappiness, illness, social unrest, scarcity of food, and natural disasters) are symptomatic of a lack of harmony or congruence. Everything is interconnected so that a change in one dimension, no matter how small, eventually ripples out and affects other dimensions in a larger context. Religious practice is a striving for continuous integration of self with the body, society, nature, and the universe. This involves careful management of the most basic components: the self, the faculties of mind and emotion, and the personality. (pp. 11-12)

This thinking was the basis for Nichiren's Rissho Ankoku Ron, or "On Establishing the etc. & whatever".
Here is the chart that illustrates this thinking; you can clearly see the basis for "A great human revolution in just a single individual will help achieve a change in the destiny of a nation and, further, can even enable a change in the destiny of all humankind". There is no scientific basis for this kind of delusion; ignorant people just LIKE believing it. "Look how IMPORTANT and INFLUENTIAL I am!! Everything is all about MEEE!!!" The Soka Gakkai has been in existence (in a continuous state) for some 80 years now; if this sort of thing DID happen, we'd see it. We already know Ikeda had such high hopes for his followers, but the truth is that the membership never lived up to Ikeda's expectations. No "world leaders" emerged from Soka Gakkai ranks; they didn't even become rich! That simply isn't something that happens because of "this practice", no matter how much Ikeda misled all the gullibles. Daimoku is obviously NOT "the perfect solution for all problems".

Although the new religions inevitably adopt the system I have just described, they state it in different idioms. They may use Buddhist, Shintō, or colloquial terms for the self, calling it variously the kokoro (heart-mind or heart), konjō (guts), *reikon (spirit), tamashii (soul), and other terms. Similarly, they may name the principle vitalizing all existence by Shintō, Buddhist, or other terms: kami-nature, Buddha-nature, karma, ki, yōki, and so forth. They may predicate the existence of a variety of supernaturals who exist on a different plane than human beings, intervening in human affairs from time to time. These may be kami, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, or ancestors. Alien to the system is the notion of a single deity standing outside the whole and manipulating it by means of an unknowable will. The supernaturals of the integrated system are subject to its rhythms and generally conform to its principles. The system is compatible with a variety of cosmological ideas and world pictures, including horizontal and vertical cosmologies seen in Japanese myths and in Buddhism's many-tiered realms of existence. (pp. 12-14)
Because self-cultivation is the primary task of all, textual erudition, esoteric ritual, and the observance of abstinences are rejected or relegated to secondary significance.

Because "Earthly desires ARE enlightenment", right?? And all that other Buddhism stuff, well, that's all obsolete now, "as useless as last year's calendar", right??

The notion of kokoro is a hallmark of Japanese culture, and it is the central pillar of the world view of the new religions. Consider the following proverb, one that could be endorsed by the new religions and is a stock saying in secular society: "Both suffering and happiness depend on how we bear the kokoro." Kokoro is borne or carried in a certain way, good or bad, and according to that we suffer or are happy. We are in control. An ordinary, nonreligious interpretation of this proverb would say that our attitude toward circumstances determines in large part whether we are happy or unhappy, or that an attitude of "positive thinking" can improve our experience of unfavorable situations even if the circumstances are not thereby altered. (p. 19)

You can see Ikeda alluding to this here:

Even a man who has great wealth, social recognition and many awards may still be shadowed by indescribable suffering deep in his heart. On the other hand, an elderly woman who is not fortunate financially, leading a simple life alone, may feel the sun of joy and happiness rising in her heart each day.

An interpretation of the proverb among the new religions is likely to be much stronger, to hold that human beings certainly have the power to be happy, depending solely on the manner in which one bears kokoro. We need only exercise that power by self-cultivation.

And remember - NO COMPLAINING!!

Moreover, the idea that circumstances can be changed by the power of diligently cultivated kokoro is pervasive. It is a question not only of a change of attitude but sometimes of radical material change, such as an improvement in economic situation or a miraculous healing. It is understood that the cultivated kokoro has the power also to change external persons and events, and that nothing is impossible. Exercising the full power fo the kokoro is possible for anyone who practices self-cultivation through the spiritual disciplines of the particular religious group. (pp. 19-20)

Isn't that the whole basis for the idea of "human revolution"? How else could anyone understand "You can chant for whatever you want!"? Don't the Dead-Ikeda-cult SGI culties love to talk about "making the impossible possible"?? Hmm..I wonder why they never do...🤨
Here Ikeda likens the Soka Gakkai practice to the magic lamp of the "Aladdin" story. And it only works for Soka Gakkai members, of course.

We chant to make the impossible possible, we want extraordinary, not ordinary. Let's get those benefits flowing, let's appreciate those challenges that allow us to grow and win and share those victories with others so that they can be inspired and win. Source

While the terminology of the self is basic to understanding Japanese constructions of self, the patterns of action and affect in which these are embedded constitute the functioning of the world view of the new religions. Here I identify four such patterns:

(1) the idea that "other people are mirrors,"

(2) the exchange of gratitude and repayment of favor,
(3) the quest for sincerity, and
(4) the adherence to paths of self-cultivation.
So much for the supposed "novelty" of Dickeata's supposedly eternal "clear mirror guidance", eh? Oh, and EVERYBODY owes Scamsei and the SGI their eternal gratitude, too, and you NEVER EVER get to finish your "human revolution" ("self-cultivation")!

Each of these patterns represents an indispensable element of Japanese culture, and thus their implementation in Japanese religions is not unique. (p. 21)

Nope. The Soka Gakkai is just bog standard for a Japanese New Religion. Nothing unique or special. Just like all the rest.

The idea that other people are mirrors makes the individual totally responsible in all circumstances. Although the burden is heavy, there is also a tacit message that the self can control any situation. Placing blame and responsibility on the individual also denies the idea that "society" can be blamed for one's problems; hence concepts of exploitation and discrimination are ruled out of consideration. On the whole the new religions are uninterested in political action to improve society; to them it is a question of individuals improving themselves individually and collectively through self-cultivation. (p. 23)

Remember, this author ISN'T talking about Soka Gakkai here! This a feature of ALL Japan's new religions!

Since self-cultivation is the primary determiner of all human affairs, notions of fate or divine wrath (karma or bachi, for example) are reinterpreted, ignored, or denied.

Or introduced when necessary to blame a member when the promises of SGI leaders are proven empty and false. It's always the MEMBERSHIP's fault somehow, never that the teachings are wrong or deceptive.

In like manner, because of the primacy of self-cultivation, the concept of pollution cannot be fully credited, and this opens the door to greater participation by women than is the case in the established religions.

In the case of the Soka Gakkai, "greater participation by women" has been implemented as "greater exploitation of women". The women of the Soka Gakkai were expected to deliver daily newspapers for no pay throughout the Soka Gakkai's history; it is only recently that their numbers have declined so catastrophically and they have aged so much that the Soka Gakkai finally had to contract with a delivery service - which of course Soka Gakkai has to PAY now. Newspapers are SO much more profitable when you can find some suckers to deliver them at no cost to YOU!

Thus the new religions stress unquestioning performance of their established disciplines, fully aware that the demand for uncomprehending obedience (at least iat the beginning) will cause the convert frustration. Also involved as a minor theme is the pedagogical principle that "physical action can be perceived as isomorphic with spiritual change." Thus, for example, polishing floors can be assumed to "polish" the self. If one enters through form, eventually the kokoro will follow.

Speaking of exploiting women, who else heard that when women were cleaning the toilets for free at the local SGI center, they were "cleaning their karma"??

The hardship entailed is not to be avoided; no one denies that it is punishing to polish floors by hand, recite sutras, or endure cold water ablutions. Hardship in itself is virtuous and confers compassion and maturity.

Isn't that the essence of SGI's much-vaunted "youth division training"? Basically, it's SGI leaders getting off on forcing young people to do all sorts of scut work and to engage in unpleasant activities just because they can - somebody has to do the grunt work, right? Make THEM do it! Tell them it's "training" when actually it's just training them to allow themselves to be exploited. For a funny example of this attitude, see how this colossal doofus was trying to cajole and coerce his employee into joining SGI before he aged out of the youth division, so he could get him some of that gooooood "youth division training"!!

Meanwhile, now I worry about Chad, who has only a few months left to obtain YMD training, to whom I had to slip September Living Buddhism under his door, since his subscription is on the internet, and I want him to start working on the Introductory Exam material. Yesterday he did not answer or reply when he was supposed to be at work. (He is paid per day of work from his home.) Today when I arrived he was not even there. So I have been chanting for his welfare. He recently reported to me a medical difficulty he has that may be interfering with his efforts, or worse.

That's ONE way to duck an annoying self-important SGI stalker-nag! "Sorry, can't talk - have the plague..."

All the new religions agree that a person's real potential cannot be fulfilled without suffering, and in this they share with secular society the suspicion about someone who has failed that perhaps kurō ga tarinai, "the person hasn't suffered enough." That is, if one had endured sufficient trials before the present ordeal, one could have conquered this hardship. Accordingly it is important to establish how much leaders and founders have suffered in the course of their own self-cultivation. (p. 28)

See More myths about how the young Ikeda suffered so much and was so sickly wah wah

All problems can be traced to insufficient cultivation of self. Thus it is misguided to expect fundamental social change from political ideology. Instead, society can be improved only through collective moral improvement, the doctrine of meliorism. Similarly, attempting to cure disease simply by treating the body alone is useless. Healing can come about only through rededication to ethical values; hence medicine is effective only in a provisional way. Education and secular achievements apart from faith and cultivation of self are houses of cards, castles on sand. Accordingly, media-sponsored presentation of thoroughly secularized views of life are disapproved. (p. 14)

You can see the clearest examples of this thinking in the teachings of Ikeda and the Soka Gakkai from the 1960s, before people understood how immediate and pervasive "political ideology" could effect fundamental social change, as in the US when the anti-race-mixing "anti-miscegenation" interracial marriage legal prohibitions were swept away in the US Supreme Court's 1967 judgment on "Loving v. Virginia". That changed society more fundamentally and pervasively than any religion's doctrines that people's "hearts" must be changed FIRST before anyone could hope to see societal change realized, or in the terms above, "collective moral improvement". No. Remove unjust laws and establish penalties for behaving unjustly, and voilà! Society changes!
See SGI is actively OPPOSED to social justice and thus will NEVER contribute meaningfully to world peace and More on why SGI will never make any significant changes to society.
Back when Japan's medical system was primitive, with limited availability, the new religions advertised "faith healing", as seen above and here. But as medical care improved and, most importantly, became widely accessible, that became people's healing option of choice, so the new religions (and all the rest) had to drop it as a selling point, because nobody was buying it any more. Within the ignorant and indoctrinated ranks of SGI members, we can STILL see claims of "faith healing"; they apparently don't realize this isn't a compelling sales pitch any more. Except that in house, the superstitious, magical-thinking culties still eat it up with a spoon 🙄
But you can see Ikeda here explaining that medicine is unnecessary to treat various ills; there must be a "faith" component or the treatment will inevitably be ineffective. OR that having faith will make even a nonsensical nontreatment effective! Also slamming medicine as harmful and condemning members as somehow "deserving" of terrible illnesses.
And remember when Ikeda told "girls" they didn't need to go to college? That was fun. And how Icky denigrated university graduates??
Let's not forget how the Soka Gakkai has always been anti-union and has never established any charitable services anywhere, not even for the needy within its own struggling membership.

Lacking justification for a strong differentiation between the religious lives of priests and laity, the tendency to make the laity central is strong and pervasive. (p. 14)

This was a primary issue within the Soka Gakkai that festered until Ikeda brought it to a full boil out of his obsessive desire to BE the object of worship. The Soka Gakkai/Nichiren Shoshu alliance, while expedient for the Soka Gakkai and undeniably profitable for Nichiren Shoshu, was nonetheless an uneasy alliance, given the Soka Gakkai's defining characteristics as a "new religion" and Nichiren Shoshu's "established religion" status. Those two simply don't mix. Especially on this last point, you can see that it is a characteristic of a "new religion" to have the fundamental attitude that "priests are unnecessary". Ikeda simply wanted to USE Nichiren Shoshu for his OWN convenience, in service to HIS plans, instead of directing the Soka Gakkai to function as a legitimate lay organization whose focus was their religion, Nichiren Shoshu. Ikeda made it all about himself and his goal of maximizing his own power and control. Ikeda was never a religious person.

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The gossamer clouds wept tears of dull acidic rain that fell, cascading downwards. Down to the swampy fetid fields below. Their droplets splashed and sizzled against the sand, slowly fizzing before hardening into a thin velvet glass before beginning all over again. A sad display of god’s fury laid bare and plain for all to see. The rain had begun just a week prior, but its assault had persisted in a constant pattern ever since. The swamp ached and squirmed in an agonizing way as the rain melted away any sign of basic life.
Puddles of the acidic deluge collected along a road leading to the once fertile silver mine, just three miles from the town of Crestfall. Near the edge of the road, a fork splits off into multiple directions. South of the fork leads to the entrance of Deep Rock Mine. The mine’s entrance stands agape, resting at the base of a mountain. The mine’s layout, a cavern of crisscrossing and haphazardly formed tunnels, awaited past the thick darkness entrapping the entrance. They curve and wind up the spine of the mountain, as well as descend deep into the now dead earth.
The face of the mountain was bare but rough. Rocks jutted and sloped along its curvature, forming a near mesmeric pattern of spiked granite. Towards the peak, a malicious and not all entirely natural pattern emerged. As the acidic rain fell, framing the mountainous backdrop, the pattern watched and waited. An almost human-like visage stretched along the face of the mountain like canvas pulled over a wooden frame. It’s design scorn into the rock itself as if meticulously laid out to warn any who dared breach the confines of the swamp.
Silence lingered amongst the misty atmospheric dredge, save for the muffled and subtle ambietic sounds of the rain. Through the dead foliage and gnarled remains of creatures recently passed, a sound rang forth. Distant exclamation and reverberated clanging rhythmically sounded from deep within the mine. Up and down the mine laid stalactites and stalagmites haphazardly stationed around every corner. Their abrupt positioning cast shadows wherever light felt unable to reach. The mine walls were smooth from years of work and toilage, along with the long uninterrupted tunnels, created an almost echo chamber for sound.
Abrupt crashes and distant thrashes echoed through the winding chamber. Its sounds detailed a fierce battle between clashing swords and fervent blows.
Or so it would seem.
A sword, emblazoned with the sigil of a raven, flew across the dimly lit room. Its body crashes and clings as it skips along the floor, its blade slashing and carving thin lines into the granite flooring as it makes contact with the ground. A fierce shadow sprawls along the cave walls, depicting a struggle between foes.
The wanderer-and recent owner of the raven crested blade-crashes to the floor. Leather straps firmly tied around his shoulder blades catch most of the weight of the fall, but pain still echoed through his nerves.
“Hells! You slimy bastard!” The wanderer winces and yells in a blinded fury. “You don’t play fair, and here I thought we were having a nice sport of it.”
No reply immediately came from his opponent, still standing off near a downed torch. Flame wisped and flicked along the ground, casting shadows and dreaded omens as if they were ripped directly from a child’s nightmare.
At once, the foe stepped forward. The shadows sprawled across the walls painted a disturbing picture of horror and grotesque form. Imaginative figures born from shadows were always so much more terrible than the beings that cast them, but in this case it was clearly the other way around. The foe opposite The Wanderer lurched forward, it's body a gnarled vestige of exoskeleton and mandibles. It almost resembled a large insect, like a praying mantis that decided its evolutionary cycle had not quite finished yet.
On multi-socketed legs, it snapped and convulsed along. Every movement of its body felt agonizing, as if the creature was hastily thrown together by a quite absent god. Various olive and violet fluids oozed and dripped from its husk like body as it vocalized terrible sounds. The creature-seemingly unable to speak-produced noises from its mouth that resembled a mix of gargles and marbles being tossed along a wooden floor. All the while, its grotesque pincer like appendage snapped and clicked almost involuntarily.
The wanderer-still recovering from his fall-slowly pushed his body along the cold rocky ground, his arm still pulsing with pain.
“Oh my, what big mouths you have.” The wanderer teased sounding much more worried than he intended. ‘Always good to keep in control of the situation. Confidence is key.’ As he was always want to say, but this wasn’t an ordinary situation.
His arm traced along the ground, reaching and prodding for his recently lost weapon. Daring not look away from the oncoming threat, he felt nothing. His sword was currently resting near the opposite side of the cave room, resting flat along the ground. Away from The Wanderer’s grasp, far away from being of any further use here it seemed.
Doubt surged through his mind, but only for a short time. ‘Doubt breeds more doubt, and further doubt breeds ruin’, another favorite.
Clenched palms moved along the granite flooring. Leather gloves scraped and bruised as The Wanderer lifted back to his feet, regaining balance and fervor. The arm that had broken his fall felt numb and altogether absent.
‘Dislocated most likely, not a big enough fall to break.’
The insect-like foe-still closing the distance between them-snapped and gurgled in an almost territorial display of aggression.
The Wanderer grinned, placing his uninjured arm against its opposite’s elbow, before violently, yet methodically, pushing it upwards. A clear snap, followed by a dull pop echoed through the room. Feeling began pouring back into his arm as the vibrating itch of numbness faded. Both arms began to raise, fists clenched, the leather gloves creased and squelched from the sheer pressure as his hands formed tightly wounded fists. Fists pointed squarely towards the all not entirely normal creature still gurgling and jerking along the shadow filled room.
“Oh...” The Wanderer began. “I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy every second of this.” His fists raised up, reaching level with the bridge of his nose. “Come one now, give us yer best.”
As if understanding -and altogether disliking- the series of vulgar remarks thrusted toward it, the creature squealed through its deformed face. The jerking motion its movement seemed to have before was replaced with a fluid dash as it quickly closed the distance between the two adversaries. Arms outstretched as its gnarled and jagged hands opened and closed with violent snaps and twinges. Reaching out, grasping the air between them. The gap closed quickly, much quicker than he anticipated, but not enough to catch him entirely off guard as he shifts weight from right the left. The slender frame of his body flanking to the side of the creature.
Shadows arched and flailed with each movement, creating a strange optical illusion across the cave walls. The subtle shifting wind and osculation of the two fighters created an almost mural of events through the flames. Clashing swords, trumpeting horns and creatures that rivaled the tallest spires in Etheral began to converge into an unrecognizable painting of events. The fire loomed, gazing at the creature, at The Wanderer. Its gaze almost purposeful and full of intent. Neither the two beings made any note of the grand display unfolding around them. Fire is known to be a harsh mentor, and an even harsher ally. If one was to wander too deeply into its wounding gaze, one might find themselves trapped, forever living in the tapestry it painted.
The creature was fast, but nowhere as fast as him. Once useless, now repaired, the dislocated arm wrapped between the creatures glistening forearm, interlocking before weight shifted again. The creature stalled as if to reorient itself to face the man, but its movements were not its own. Quickly and deftly, The Wanderer placed immense weight on his forward foot, counterbalancing against the creature as their locked arms rotated and shifted sideways. Arching forward, the shift in balance quickly broke as the creature began to lift in the air as The Wanderer’s rear leg lifted to relegate pressure onward. Flailing and spewing its noxious fluid, the creature flipped entirely, finally crashing to the floor in a savage crunch. The Wanderer stands above, looking downward as it convulses in a fit of pain (could it even quantify pain) and anger.
A greyish foul-smelling slime coated The Wanderer’s chest and forearm. Small indentions formed along the hard leather surface of his jacket, most likely from the not entirely cosmetic spikes embedded into the creature.
“Alright, now I’d say we’re fairly close to a draw here.” The Wanderer began. “How’s say we handle the rest with a bit more diplomacy and grace? No point and making a bigger stink than we already got, but telling by the state of yourself, I’d say you know all about stink.”
The maddening gurgle of the creature slowed as its body began to calm. Its arms moving outward, sprawling along the hard granite rock as its legs raise along with the rest of it. Wet dew drips along the ground, rippling and casting weird reflections from all directions as the creature steps slowly along their puddles. Slow anxious steps it takes. Its demeanor changes from a wild and disturbed animal to a more methodic and wary being. Eyes of bluish gray sink into its head, pupils moving slowly, analyzing and taking in information. It stands straight, back locked into an opposing stance. God it was big. The man couldn’t much get a good measurement before with its body slouched over in a hermit like stance. It must be at least seven feet tall, equally proportioned from its legs to its torso. The head was rounded, almost human, with its bug-like mandibles protruding in a horrific fashion.
The Wanderer had dealt with creatures before. Along his travels he had come across a litany of monstrous beings; Wargs, Secrolants, Jittering Fiends, Goblins, Spiderlings. None of them quite matched the state of this one. Although he had heard of such beings, none had crossed paths before. The way it moved, the way it thought, it all was abnormal. It's quite simple to take a beast down, some you anger and gain the advantage, some you outsmart, others you can simply scare away. But this one.... oh, he was a different breed entirely. The way its mood could change mid-fight, or how it seemingly understood what was being said. And the way it stared. Thoughts were jutting along in the bug brain of its, and when monsters start thinking, all strategy and preparation goes out the window. Unpredictable is what they become, and prediction was The Wanderer’s bread and butter.
Wary now he waits, staring back at the creature. Locked eyes, they waited. Eyes filled with thought, filled with understanding and reasoning -but most egregiously- they were filled with malice. The fight was not over, they had just reached half-time.
“Let it not be stated that I did not strive for peace and harmony at every turn.” The Wanderer quipped, his hand raised once more, ready for another assault.
A flame flickers, casting shadows once again. Shadows of a man holding wolves at bay, hands outstretched to create a distance between them. The wolves circled and plotted, looking for weakness at every tune, but finding none. Leaves fell, becoming ash as they reached the ground. A fire spreads amongst the ash laden floor, consuming the visage, the man, the wolves. All in consumed in an immense concentrated heat, until the shadows fade to nothingness once more.
The creature meanders onward, just a few steps at a time; looking on as The Wanderer holds his footing, fists raised and ready. Each step of its hard glistening exoskeleton crunches against small rocks and debris sprawled along the cave floor, knocking them aside, producing echoed wails that seemingly bounced from surface to surface. After the third step it abruptly launches at the man, arms outstretched once more in a fit of animalistic fury. Thought seemingly left its eyes as they glazed over into a dull grey, the feeling and reasoning sinking further and further to the back of its mind. The Wanderer grinned, his stance loosening as the soles of his feet began to trace an outline of movement, preparing and readying for a counteroffensive. As its dripping breached the outline, The Wanderer shifted his weight once more, quickly flanking the creature to the side once again, but something was off. His eyes traced the movements of its body, of its arms, of its legs. The animosity in them seemed to almost shift mid attack, becoming lucid and methodical. As if the creature was dancing along with him. Even tracing down to the ground, the footing was wrong. Not his footing. He was always perfect. The dance was memorized, trained, honed to a sharp edge. No, it was the creature’s.
Abruptly the creature’s body shifted, its legs tracing backwards, its torso shifting to the side. A corrective action, a counterattack to his counterattack. Shadows of the pair danced along the cave wall, depicting a wickedly abstract waltz. The creature’s arm whipped outward, its claws barreling towards the thin leather separation between his elbow and forearm. God, it was fast. Faster than The Wanderer. Rip, flash, a bright light, then the crashing of feet as the two returned to their original standing.
It all happened so fast. Faster than he could articulate. He was used to speed, used to tracking and understanding battle situations, creating countermeasures, analyzing the most likely move and executing it within a fraction of a second. All of that was done, but it was all wrong. The creature moved in peculiar fashion, acted as if it were moving on instinct while simultaneously acting with thought and strategy. How could it possibly go both ways?
As he thought, mouth slightly open, breath pouring between his lips in a hot and heavy fashion, he hardly thought of anything else. They had made contact, but there was no feeling. Checking for wounds mid-encounter was generally out of the question with beasts. Often, they gave little time for thought or first aid, but the creature stood and waited. The dull grey look in its eyes were gone again, replaced with the methodical gaze of a strategist analyzing a battlefield. The Wanderer lowered his right arm and traced it along the path of his elbow, reaching his shoulder before he felt it. A definite gash traced about two inches wide, the depth of it couldn’t be guessed, but it had breached the leather. As his hand returned to a fist, warm fresh blood dripped between the fingers, falling and coagulating against the dust and pebbles along the ground. He had indeed been injured, but there was no feeling to it. All felt well, and that’s precisely why all was, in fact, not well.
“You’re a strange one. Not quite like anything I’ve seen before, but I’ll get to know you real well soon enough.”
His eyes moved from the creature, scanning along the ground. Before when this was a simple clean-up, a weapon would be handy, but hardly required of someone with his skills, but this was anything but simple. Parameters had changed, he’d very much like his sword back now.
It was nowhere to be seen initially. The room was dark, with little else than a soft glow from the fallen torch illuminating a small area and casting shadows that obscured others. Then it appeared. Near the feet of the creature, the raven crested blade sat where it had since the beginning of this strange dual. Thoughts echoed along in his head, casting suspicions and doubt in every facet of the encounter. Things were not as they appeared.
A slight grin crept along his face again, before quickly subsiding. “Think I have enough time for one more go of it. Care to lead?”
The creature stood, watching and plotting before the dull grey of its eyes appeared once again, launching it into another fury. It lunged, arms outstretched again, running full speed to the man. He simply stood, his hands loosening from tightly wound fists of rock to loosely packed fists of snow. His palms opened slightly; his footing loosened as the heels of his feet digging into the hard rocky floor. They began to move slightly, tracing a straight horizontal line where he stood as he slowly began to back away. The creature, still in a frenzy, closes the distance fast. Seemingly faster than any previous assault as The Wanderer ceased his slow backing retreat, his feet returning to a strong stance, soles digging deep into the earth. He takes in a breath, his heartrate slowing. The light sounds of the cave begin to grow, becoming more apparent and concentrated. Small droplets of dew falling from the ceiling, wind softly blowing along, echoing through the harrowed halls and the flickering of a flame slowly speaking its ancient language. They all converged, mirroring themselves as The Wanderer’s eyes closed. Time seemed to slow as the creature came closer, its steps further apart, its maddening gurgling seemingly floating away. It stepped, stepped and stepped along the ground, pushing pebbles and dust without thought.
Finally, it reached the line carved into the rock. Its foot crunched, making contact with the earth, and in an instant its eyes reverted again. The grey dullness seeping away to its methodically stategistic norm. In that instant, The Wanderers eyes erupted open. The chittering thing’s arms stretch out for his neck, hoping to seize his artery with its horrific claws. Quickly, quicker than anything that day, The Wanderer moved in a fast range of motions that all seemingly happened at once. His weight once again shifted, flanking the creature. His arms locked into a position of counterattack. The creature quickly issued its own countermeasure, once again whipping its body and throwing its claw outward, aiming higher than before, aiming for his neck.
A flame moved. Shadows formed along the walls once more, although they showed a different scene. A scene depicting two swordsman locked in deathly combat. Their swords swinging violently but with grace and purpose. They clashed a thousand times. Each time sending a spray of bright sparks that swelled through the air creating intricate patterns that lingered before slowly fading.
The creature was stuck, unable to move, unable to continue its assault and unable to return to its desired location. The Wanderer's palm grasped the creature's wrist tightly, locking it into a hold. The grey of the creature’s eyes were completely gone now as its pupils darted around in panic. His hand arched forward, his foot kicking –what would assumedly be- the creature’s calf, buckling its knees and forcing it to the ground. Cracking and popping erupted from the joints of its arm as his grip tightened. It’s gurgling became sporadic, as if pleading to be set free. He simply watched it, once against studying its behavior, its patterns, its mannerisms.
“You really are special. Not like anything in the world I imagine, but what makes you so special.” The Wanderer clenched his hold tighter, the creature falls lower, its face pushing into the cold rock. “You were playing a game, weren’t you? You understand what I’m saying too, and that I can assure you is indeed something special. Predicting my movements, using the techniques against me. You weren’t just fighting for a meal. You were learning, weren’t you?”
The creature clicked and gurgled, chittering against the ground as the hard surface of its arm began to crack.
“Now, I’m not opposed to teaching if I aim to gain something from it, but what I won’t abide is being played with. Now...” He plants his foot against the back of the creature's neck, both arms holding its locked appendage in a pulling motion. “I think I deserve to know a little more about you my foul-smelling friend, and if I’m right up until this point, you outta know exactly what I’m saying. I also assume you know a threat when you hear one. So...” His grip tightens, his leather boot slowly crunched against the creature’s skull. “Tell me what you are, and where you learned to be so damn special.”
The creature’s eyes widen, the dull grey returning, filling its retinas as it begins to violently convulse. A shrill screech fills the room, echoing along the walls, traveling through the twisting and winding tunnels of the long-forgotten mine. Shadows creep along the cave walls once more, scattering and convulsing, twisting into horrid and unimaginable shapes. Creatures that belong to fables and horror tales begin flooding along the shapes as the flame whips and crackles. The torch quickly combusts, the flames turning a sharp blackish violet. Heat bellows from the waves of ember emitting from the now monumental display of hellfire as the shadows multiply, taking over every inch of coverage. The Wanderer’s ears tremble at the immense noise, his vision begins to weaken as the shrill echo reaches a climactic crescendo. Any more of this and it’s all over, lights out.
He looks downward to the creature, its mind warped with whatever dark arts influenced it. His grip tightens as his foot presses firmly against the back of its head. Slow crunching and cracking sounds begin to intermingle with the terrible sounds of its cry. As the boot came down, harder and harder, the creature’s terrible screech began to thin and grow in pitch, like the air being slowly released from a balloon. Then, a horrendous snap before the head was no more. Violet and green brain matter covered the area around its neck as small fragments of skull of tissue caked along the sides of his boots. All at once the cry stopped, and along with it the room slowly began to darken. The flame began to slowly dwindle back to its original size, its color returning to a soft orange glow.
The Wanderer stepped back; his eyes firmly planted on the now deceased creature lying before him. A pool of its blood slowly trickled along the floor, reaching for his sword. Slowly, his body lumbered to the lost blade. Its handle was wrapped in scaled pitch blade leather, its blade a vibrant silver, still glistening with oil. The visage of a raven prominently scorn into the finish of the blade itself. Before the foul-smelling blood reaches the blade, the man slowly leans down to collect it. His body ached, his arms felt heavy and as the world around him began to dim, he retrieved the blade. Weighing it in his hand he felt secure, like a lost piece of him was restored with its retrieval. It felt so much heavier than before, or maybe he had just been weakened from the encounter. He gazed down upon it, his hand clenched hard around the dark leather handle. A dark fluid began to pool around his hand, streaming softly down from his arm.
The Wanderer turned his arm over, now looking at the wound he had taken from the creature’s first counterattack. It didn’t seem very bad, or at least not as bad as previous wounds he’d sustained, but the bleeding was alarming. It streamed softly, almost without notice. The blood itself was dark as well, as if it had already begun coagulation. A strange wound. A worrying wound. Suddenly his head became light, the room began to dim, and the walls started to blur. No, everything about this was wrong.
In the strange lucid state he was left in, he almost didn’t notice the changes around him. A quite fell over the room, the flickering flame seemed to even quite down to a faint whisper. A soft noise crept along the ground. Soft tapping, the sound of pebbles and rock being pushed aside, dust parting between single soft strides. The pain in his head grew louder, his heartbeat thumping from his chest to his forearm, ending finally against his forehead.
What is happening to me?
As if to answer, a rapid movement jostled him back to reality as he quickly turned, sword still gripped tightly in hand. A quick flash of movement rushed towards him, its motioned and sounds all too familiar to him. As nimbly as he can muster, he raises his blade outward in an attempt to impale the newfound enemy now barreling towards him, but a twinge of searing pain in his shoulder halts the attack. All he manages is a defensive stance, sword raised, arm placed behind the blade to prepare for impact as the creature crashes into him.
They both fall, splashing into the violet puddle of dank smelling blood that has pooled along the cave floor. A creature –almost identical to the one lying dead beside him- lies atop the blade protecting his body. Its arms crash against the leather bracers protecting his soft flesh. Claws come crashing down, scrapping against leather, making large slashes in them but not enough to break fully through the thick coating. Slime and mucus drip down from its maw, coating The Wanderer’s arms and neck. His arms are placed defensively against the side end of the blade, separating the two, but he can feel himself weakening further and further. Rough outlines of the creature emerge through blurred vision. Heat travels along his arm and forehead, casting confusion and sweat to pour over his body.
What the hell is happening!?
Suddenly, the creature lunges its head down, breaching the space between the blade and The Wanderer’s neck. Its snapping pincer like mandible opening and shutting in rapid and rabid bites. Before it has a chance to make contact, The Wanderer frees one of his trapped hands and grapples the creature’s head. With strength slowly fading from his body, he fruitlessly pushed back the creature's disgusting face. With every inch he pushes, the creature seemingly gains two. A battle of attrition begins. Snapping, clawing, drooling the creature continues its unending assault. Reach for the soft part of his neck in hopes of ending the encounter in a single bite. Just one slip, and its lights out. Forgotten and left to be fed on to a host of disgusting bugs. The thought rips through his mind, his veins fill with hot fire, his muscles contract creating energy that wasn’t there before. He pushes hard against the creature’s head, pushing it past the breach in the sword until his arm reaches full length.
The energy’s fading, the small window of opportunity’s closing, and for once in his miserable life, he can’t think of a thing to do. The hand not grappling with the creatures head pulls free from the back of the sword. His fingers slowly begin moving, drawing a pattern in the air. Faint lines form, like strokes from a dry paintbrush. Lines sparkle and faintly crackle with weak power, power being sapped away. The pattern is rough and unfinished, its edges not straight, its lines fumbling. The feeling in his fingers is weak. Strength fading, the pattern breaks as his hand twitches before returning to the blade. Fire begins erupting from the torch again, the strange violet flame re-emerges and casts strange shadows once again along the cave walls. Shadows depicting men falling in the thousands, figures standing above them. A strange light emits from the wrecked battlefield as the dominant figures rise, floating above, breaching unending clouds and sending a cleansing fire downward. Fire spreads along the walls, engulfing the shadows, casting them far away as it shrieks and flickers violently. The Wanderer’s vision begins to fade. The world around begins to dull. Rocky walls, granite floors, the creature all fade, losing color and becoming shadows themselves. Heat wells in his head, as tears stream down his cheek.
I can’t.
Shadows slowly engulf him as the energy drains from his arms.
I won’t
The creature’s face inches closer and closer to its target.
This is where it ends.
The fire erupts, banishing the shadows away once more, filling the room with soft orange light as the creature lunges uninterrupted at its prize.
Then nothing. The pain of stabbing pincers ripping along his throat never occurs. Instead, a loud CLAP echoes along the walls. It’s deafening and almost endless, but it's over in an instant. A river of fluid splashes along The Wanderer’s face and body. It’s warm and thick like syrup but smells like rotten apple cores. For a moment, he contemplates if this is death. A strange death, and a strange place to end up, but who’s to know. Before long his eyes opened. The creature that stood hunched over him was still there, but its head was entirely missing. Fragments of skull and viscera lined the walls and floor around him as the creature stood cold, dead. Seemingly out of nowhere, its head just seemed to explode.
“Did...” The Wanderer began quizzically. “Did I do that?”
Before an answer could be given, a shuffle could be heard across the room, hidden against the far wall deep within the dark. Slowly The Wanderer rose, knocking the deceased creature away from him, the feeling and strength slowly returning to his body. He stared off to the dark corner, waiting in vain for his eyes to adjust to the dark. They didn’t. Bending down, he grasped his sword in one hand, and what remained of the faint torch in the other as he cautiously meandered to the muffled sound coming from the dark corner.
“Gods, if it’s one more of these disgusting fucking things, I’m straight gone.”
Slowly, the image of a man appears. He almost seemed affixed to the wall due to some form of slightly translucent webbing sprawled across his body. His feet were a few inches raised from the floor as he hung limply against the wall. A thin layer of the same substance covered his mouth as he muffled violently to The Wanderer, his eyes red and spread as wide as they could go. Near the middle of the webbing his right hand was tightly bound, unable to move. On the other side, it seemed he was able to shake loose enough to free it. A silver revolver with gold carved inlays held tightly between his fingers. Faint trails of smoke emanated from the pistol’s barrel. The smell of spent gunpowder lingered In the air, a smell The Wanderer had memorized.
The Wanderer looked puzzlingly at the man stuck to the wall, before a spark of remembrance and realization came to life in his eyes. Sweat beaded down the side of his head, slowing before soaking into his shirt collar. That chance encounter had taken its toll, and had gone on for longer than he thought, longer than he had hoped.
“Hells man, I had forgotten entirely of you. Why not speak up next time?”
The stuck man convulsed in a fit of annoyance and fury as The Wanderer laughed heartily.

💀WARNING: EXTREMELY DIFFICULT💀
Explore the inhospitable jungle peninsula of Chult and put an end to the all-consuming Death Curse. Begin your adventure in the bustling Port Nyanzaru, home of the famed Dino Derby where greed and gold reign supreme. Beyond the sturdy city gates lie the sprawling ancient jungles of Chult, with over 45 unique locations where seemingly certain death lurks within each crumbling ruin and slithers amongst the myriad branches and vines. Within this green hell you must find the source of the Death Curse and, against all odds, live to tell the tale.
Time: 7:00 PM - 10:30~ PM Central CT every Monday
$15 per session for a party of 5 (session 0 is free)
No racism, sexism, homophobia, etc.
No one under 18 (personal preference)
Playing on Roll20 Plus over Discord. Standard Array stats or 1 set of 4d6 (drop the lowest) rolls
Available slots 1/5
About the DM: I have been playing D&D for 10 years and have been running it for my friends and coworkers for the past 4 years. I have both played through and run this campaign and am excited to run it again! I will be running the module mostly as written with some changes and additions where it needs work. My biggest additions are location and event specific music (100+ tracks for a full campaign). I really like to make the story about the PCs as much as the villains so a backstory I can tie in will go far.
To request an invite to play in this campaign, please send me a private message with the following information:
Your Discord username
A little about yourself like experience, playstyle, favorite class etc.
And any questions you might have
Looking forward to running some DnD and having fun!

💀WARNING: EXTREMELY DIFFICULT💀
Explore the inhospitable jungle peninsula of Chult and put an end to the all-consuming Death Curse. Begin your adventure in the bustling Port Nyanzaru, home of the famed Dino Derby where greed and gold reign supreme. Beyond the sturdy city gates lie the sprawling ancient jungles of Chult, with over 45 unique locations where seemingly certain death lurks within each crumbling ruin and slithers amongst the myriad branches and vines. Within this green hell you must find the source of the Death Curse and, against all odds, live to tell the tale.
Time: 7:00 PM - 10:30~ PM Central CT every Monday
$15 per session for a party of 5 (session 0 is free)
No racism, sexism, homophobia, etc.
No one under 18 (personal preference)
Playing on Roll20 Plus over Discord. Standard Array stats or 1 set of 4d6 (drop the lowest) rolls
Available slots 1/5
About the DM: I have been playing D&D for 10 years and have been running it for my friends and coworkers for the past 4 years. I have both played through and run this campaign and am excited to run it again! I will be running the module mostly as written with some changes and additions where it needs work. My biggest additions are location and event specific music (100+ tracks for a full campaign). I really like to make the story about the PCs as much as the villains so a backstory I can tie in will go far.
To request an invite to play in this campaign, please send me a private message with the following information:
Your Discord username
A little about yourself like experience, playstyle, favorite class etc.
And any questions you might have
Looking forward to running some DnD and having fun!

💀WARNING: EXTREMELY DIFFICULT💀
Explore the inhospitable jungle peninsula of Chult and put an end to the all-consuming Death Curse. Begin your adventure in the bustling Port Nyanzaru, home of the famed Dino Derby where greed and gold reign supreme. Beyond the sturdy city gates lie the sprawling ancient jungles of Chult, with over 45 unique locations where seemingly certain death lurks within each crumbling ruin and slithers amongst the myriad branches and vines. Within this green hell you must find the source of the Death Curse and, against all odds, live to tell the tale.
Time: 7:00 PM - 10:30~ PM Central CT every Monday
$15 per session for a party of 5 (session 0 is free)
No racism, sexism, homophobia, etc.
No one under 18 (personal preference)
Playing on Roll20 Plus over Discord. Standard Array stats or 1 set of 4d6 (drop the lowest) rolls
Available slots 1/5
About the DM: I have been playing D&D for 10 years and have been running it for my friends and coworkers for the past 4 years. I have both played through and run this campaign and am excited to run it again! I will be running the module mostly as written with some changes and additions where it needs work. My biggest additions are location and event specific music (100+ tracks for a full campaign). I really like to make the story about the PCs as much as the villains so a backstory I can tie in will go far.
To request an invite to play in this campaign, please send me a private message with the following information:
Your Discord username
A little about yourself like experience, playstyle, favorite class etc.
And any questions you might have
Looking forward to running some DnD and having fun!

GOD CULTIVATION SYSTEM MOD is like a magic system mod with incredible power scales where a player and NPCs proceed on a long journey as mortals to becoming Gods after many years of hardships and hard work.
HERE ARE THE LEVELS/STAGES PROVIDED BY GOD CULTIVATION SYSTEM MOD For CK2 Game.
=>MORTAL (45 years Lifespan)
-The mod has three modes, and regardless of which mode you choose, you will start off as a normal, boring mortal.
-A mortal has a lifespan of 45 years and with this short lifespan, mortals have the ability to breed like rabbits.
-All mortals and weaker cultivators can gift gold to mighty cultivators to seek protection for few months.
-Depending on which mode you choose (easy,normal, or hard), a mortal will have to appraise their potential if they are 7 years of age or older. The mod has (Trash, Low, Mid, High, Super and Divine potential), which determines your cultivation speed and your chances to reach Godhood. The speed of your cultivation and the chances to succeed in the tribulation solely rely on luck and your potential. To awaken good potential solely relies on martial prowess and age. The younger the better.
-All mortals in the world belongs to a certain family. Cultivation is expensive, so commoners with no families can't cultivate, and therefore they get removed from the game for better performance. If a commoner rules a land, the commoner will not be removed from the game until they lose their title.
-All mortals and cultivators are able to target a person who killed their kin. An entire family can come after you if you have killed their relative.
=>QI GATHERING STAGE (55 years Lifespan)
-After you appraise your potential, you can begin cultivating. A Qi Gathering is a stage for establishing the foundation, strengthening the body and gathering Qi. Since mortals have a 45 years lifespan, Qi gathering stage practitioners have a 55 years of Lifespan.
-If someone is courting death by becoming your rival, as a cultivator, you can have deadly duel anytime with the target.
-If your opinion of a cultivator is very low, you have the option to offend them. Other cultivators will offend you as well if they get a low opinion of you too.
-If a liege is weak, cultivators under them can abdicate their titles. If you have stronger cultivators under your rule, make sure to please them so that they have a higher opinion of you. -All cultivators will have the option to go into close door cultivation. In close door cultivation, you can cultivate faster, but you lose your prestige in the world.
-All cultivators can ask for a piece of land. They can also request for a position in the council if the liege is weak or has the same strength.
-Cultivation is expensive, lieges will require yearly payments, vassals will expect yearly payments, and family members want something too.
=>Foundation Building Stage (70 years Lifespan)
-A Foundation Building is a stage where you build your foundation by shaping your core. This is the longest stage, and those with a better potential can manage to shape their core to the fullest. Foundation Building Stage practitioners have a lifespan of 70 years, and their combat prowess increases exponentially.
-Foundation Building Stage practitioners and above can manipulate lifeforce. They have the power to improve vitality of themselves and others.
-Stronger Cultivators can cripple the cultivation of the weak. Those with crippled cultivation can no longer cultivate qi, and if their age is beyond the lifespan of mortals, death is guaranteed.
-Cultivators in this stage or above can use their power to try and change the fate of anyone below this stage.
=>Golden Core (120 years Lifespan)
-A Golden Core is a stage where your core is forming to the fullest. Your core was once a qi which turned into a liquid, and now it is becoming a solid core. Not many cultivators can reach this stage. In this stage, your lifespan is increased to 120 years, and your combat prowess increasess exponentially.
-Golden Core practitioners and above can manipulate qi to heal themselves or others from numerous diseases.
-Golden Core practitioners and above can manipulate qi to prevent impregnation while breeding with their partner.
=>Nascent Soul (400 years Lifespan)
-After forming your core, your soul is reborn as it takes on physical properties.This is a stage where your qi formed within the core gains some consciousness with the ability to project yourself outward.This is the first step towards immortality with 400 years lifespan and incredible combat prowess.
-Nascent Soul practitioners and above can manipulate qi to restore youthfulness for themselves and others.
-With their power, Nascent Soul practitioners and above can control dreadful dark curses.
-A Nascent Soul practitioner and above have the power to smite you to death from miles away.
-Practitioners in this stage and above can manipulate qi to impart on others.
-Can you really lock a Nascent Soul practitioner up in jail? They can teleport and break free. They are a force to be reckoned with.
=>Supreme Being (Lifespan: Immortal)
-Subreme Being is the stage of immortality at the peak of cultivation world. They are the personification of force, might, knowledge, wisdom and rulership. Practitioners of the Supreme Being Stage have immortal lifespan. If there's an invent where they lose their life, reincarnation is guaranteed.
-To enter this stage, one has to go through heavenly tribulation. If you don't have good potential, the chances of death is very likely through the tribulation. Only few people could reach this stage.
-Females in this stage can use divine seduction to get impregnated by anyone below this stage, and even males can use divine conception to impregnate any beauty below this stage.
-Anyone below this stage can be made to submit as a servant. Servants can do the biddings of supreme beings, such as killing weak enemies, backing plots, and other miscellaneous tasks.
-Supreme Beings can manipulate qi to turn any woman into a peerless beauty. Peerless Beauties will be favoured by heavens, and their cultivation will improve faster as fairies.
-Supreme Beings can cast powerful edicts to affect the lands of the weak, either negatively or positively.
-Supreme Beings can forcefully bring others to their court, but the target might hate the Supreme Being for a long time. The target might even gain the courage to challenge the Supreme Being in the death duel.
=>Ancient God
-The Supreme Being who gains enough merit/prestige can transcend into an Ancient God. If an Ancient God meets their demise, they can reincarnate as a supreme being, but that will make them lose their Ancient God trait.
-Ancient Gods have the power to strip Supreme Beings from their high and mighty position. Crippling a Supreme Being into a mortal who can no longer cultivate or reincanate is as easy as pie.
=>MISC -Special body skills: Phoenix-Physique, Dragon-Physique, Divine-Body, God-Emperor -Balanced purchases for better gameplay.-Buy cultivation pills.
The cultivator who rules a huge kingdom or empire gets more resources and wealth from their vassals and their vast lands. With wealth, you can buy things to improve and increase your cultivation.
Mod link:
https://www.nexusmods.com/crusaderkings2/mods/107

GOD CULTIVATION SYSTEM MOD is like a magic system mod with incredible power scales where a player and NPCs proceed on a long journey as mortals to becoming Gods after many years of hardships and hard work.
HERE ARE THE LEVELS/STAGES PROVIDED BY GOD CULTIVATION SYSTEM MOD For CK2 Game.
=>MORTAL (45 years Lifespan)
-The mod has three modes, and regardless of which mode you choose, you will start off as a normal, boring mortal.
-A mortal has a lifespan of 45 years and with this short lifespan, mortals have the ability to breed like rabbits.
-All mortals and weaker cultivators can gift gold to mighty cultivators to seek protection for few months.
-Depending on which mode you choose (easy,normal, or hard), a mortal will have to appraise their potential if they are 7 years of age or older. The mod has (Trash, Low, Mid, High, Super and Divine potential), which determines your cultivation speed and your chances to reach Godhood. The speed of your cultivation and the chances to succeed in the tribulation solely rely on luck and your potential. To awaken good potential solely relies on martial prowess and age. The younger the better.
-All mortals in the world belongs to a certain family. Cultivation is expensive, so commoners with no families can't cultivate, and therefore they get removed from the game for better performance. If a commoner rules a land, the commoner will not be removed from the game until they lose their title.
-All mortals and cultivators are able to target a person who killed their kin. An entire family can come after you if you have killed their relative.
=>QI GATHERING STAGE (55 years Lifespan)
-After you appraise your potential, you can begin cultivating. A Qi Gathering is a stage for establishing the foundation, strengthening the body and gathering Qi. Since mortals have a 45 years lifespan, Qi gathering stage practitioners have a 55 years of Lifespan.
-If someone is courting death by becoming your rival, as a cultivator, you can have deadly duel anytime with the target.
-If your opinion of a cultivator is very low, you have the option to offend them. Other cultivators will offend you as well if they get a low opinion of you too.
-If a liege is weak, cultivators under them can abdicate their titles. If you have stronger cultivators under your rule, make sure to please them so that they have a higher opinion of you. -All cultivators will have the option to go into close door cultivation. In close door cultivation, you can cultivate faster, but you lose your prestige in the world.
-All cultivators can ask for a piece of land. They can also request for a position in the council if the liege is weak or has the same strength.
-Cultivation is expensive, lieges will require yearly payments, vassals will expect yearly payments, and family members want something too.
=>Foundation Building Stage (70 years Lifespan)
-A Foundation Building is a stage where you build your foundation by shaping your core. This is the longest stage, and those with a better potential can manage to shape their core to the fullest. Foundation Building Stage practitioners have a lifespan of 70 years, and their combat prowess increases exponentially.
-Foundation Building Stage practitioners and above can manipulate lifeforce. They have the power to improve vitality of themselves and others.
-Stronger Cultivators can cripple the cultivation of the weak. Those with crippled cultivation can no longer cultivate qi, and if their age is beyond the lifespan of mortals, death is guaranteed.
-Cultivators in this stage or above can use their power to try and change the fate of anyone below this stage.
=>Golden Core (120 years Lifespan)
-A Golden Core is a stage where your core is forming to the fullest. Your core was once a qi which turned into a liquid, and now it is becoming a solid core. Not many cultivators can reach this stage. In this stage, your lifespan is increased to 120 years, and your combat prowess increasess exponentially.
-Golden Core practitioners and above can manipulate qi to heal themselves or others from numerous diseases.
-Golden Core practitioners and above can manipulate qi to prevent impregnation while breeding with their partner.
=>Nascent Soul (400 years Lifespan)
-After forming your core, your soul is reborn as it takes on physical properties.This is a stage where your qi formed within the core gains some consciousness with the ability to project yourself outward.This is the first step towards immortality with 400 years lifespan and incredible combat prowess.
-Nascent Soul practitioners and above can manipulate qi to restore youthfulness for themselves and others.
-With their power, Nascent Soul practitioners and above can control dreadful dark curses.
-A Nascent Soul practitioner and above have the power to smite you to death from miles away.
-Practitioners in this stage and above can manipulate qi to impart on others.
-Can you really lock a Nascent Soul practitioner up in jail? They can teleport and break free. They are a force to be reckoned with.
=>Supreme Being (Lifespan: Immortal)
-Subreme Being is the stage of immortality at the peak of cultivation world. They are the personification of force, might, knowledge, wisdom and rulership. Practitioners of the Supreme Being Stage have immortal lifespan. If there's an invent where they lose their life, reincarnation is guaranteed.
-To enter this stage, one has to go through heavenly tribulation. If you don't have good potential, the chances of death is very likely through the tribulation. Only few people could reach this stage.
-Females in this stage can use divine seduction to get impregnated by anyone below this stage, and even males can use divine conception to impregnate any beauty below this stage.
-Anyone below this stage can be made to submit as a servant. Servants can do the biddings of supreme beings, such as killing weak enemies, backing plots, and other miscellaneous tasks.
-Supreme Beings can manipulate qi to turn any woman into a peerless beauty. Peerless Beauties will be favoured by heavens, and their cultivation will improve faster as fairies.
-Supreme Beings can cast powerful edicts to affect the lands of the weak, either negatively or positively.
-Supreme Beings can forcefully bring others to their court, but the target might hate the Supreme Being for a long time. The target might even gain the courage to challenge the Supreme Being in the death duel.
=>Ancient God
-The Supreme Being who gains enough merit/prestige can transcend into an Ancient God. If an Ancient God meets their demise, they can reincarnate as a supreme being, but that will make them lose their Ancient God trait.
-Ancient Gods have the power to strip Supreme Beings from their high and mighty position. Crippling a Supreme Being into a mortal who can no longer cultivate or reincanate is as easy as pie.
=>MISC -Special body skills: Phoenix-Physique, Dragon-Physique, Divine-Body, God-Emperor -Balanced purchases for better gameplay.-Buy cultivation pills.
The cultivator who rules a huge kingdom or empire gets more resources and wealth from their vassals and their vast lands. With wealth, you can buy things to improve and increase your cultivation.
Mod link:
https://www.nexusmods.com/crusaderkings2/mods/107

I was doing quest to rescue esbern and i just had constant bugs whith this particular npc ,first when i entered sky temple Delpine wouldnt walk throgh the staircase and so she wasnt starting conversation with Esbern ,i went put waited 24 hours went back and quest went as normal ,than i have to find an elder scroll and optionally i could speak with Esbern or Arngeir and here it goes when i approached Esbern he would just say "you need to speak up im a little bit deaf" and no dilogue would pop up than i fast traveled to high hothgar (as i tryied Esbern multiple times) ,the whole screen whent black ,
this is not only issue with the dialouges i got another was when i couldnt buy vigilance becouse option wasnt showing ,and a lot of times i have to restart game if i want my followers to "wait here" becouse the dialoug3s not showing ,i can drop my LO ,but i got around 270 mods the next mod i install will swich off mod at the bottom of my LO ,
im thinking could this be caused by gdo and skyrim reputation ? I got both of them (skyrim reputation 40 mb version i belive thats the updated one) honestly i done that quest it took couple restarts and i wasnt able to do it through Esbern bur what is the couse of it ? I havent had many problems before i started quests with the blades
Edit: here is my LO
USSEP
SIMPLE WORKAROUND FRAMEWORK
REALISTIC EQUIPMENT - AE
JUST SHIELDS (ON BACK) - AE
EXTRA RANKS FOR AUGUMENTED DESTRUCTION PERKS
COMBAT REGEN TWEAKS
QOL AND BUG FIX COMPILATION
GUARD DIALOGUE OVERHAUL (XB1)
SKYRIM REPUTATION - MYSTERIOUSLY FIXED, PATCHED & IMPROVED
SKYRIN REPUTATION MFP& COMFIGURATION MENU
TK INTERFACE OVERHAUL - BETA
ELDEN SCROLLS UI
TAOS: THE ART OF SMITHING (XBOX ONE)
SMITHING XP
INCREASED MINING
DISPLAY ENHANCEMENTS (XB1)
[XB1] DYNAMIC CAMERA
[XB1] RICH MERCHANTS OF SKYRIM SPECIAL EDITION
SMART NPC 0OTIONS - ENEMIES USE POTIONS AND POISONS
HAND PLACED ENEMIES - MORE POPULATED SPAWNS DUNGEONS AND POIS
ENEMY REINFORCEMENTS (FIXED)
ARCH ENEMIES - DIFFICULT BOSSES AND UNIQUE ENCHANTMENTS
REAL BOSSES
REAL BOSSES - HARDCORE
THE SWORD OF THE DAM***
BLEACH ZENGETSU ALL FORMS 1K
TAOS: EXTRA CRAFTABLES (XBOX ONE)
CRAFTABLE UNENCHANTED DAEDRIC ARTIFACTS
CRAFTABLE CROSSBOWS AND BOLTS - STANDARD VER
CRAFTABLE CHARACTER GEAR XB1
SICARIUS ARMOR - BLACK VARIANT
REINFORCED EBONY ARMOR
CONTRACTOR ARMOR 1K
ELEMENTAL VISION OF SKYRIM - CRAFTABLE
DAEDRIC CLOAKS
WEIGHTLESS
WEIGHTLESS DRAGONBORN
WEIGHTLESS HEARTFIRE
TRUE MASTER TRAINERS
[XB1]TRAINING LEVEL LIMIT
TRAINING DUMMIES AND TARGETS [XB1]
MAGIC SCALES WITH LEVEL
VORTIKAIS DRAGON ASPECT TOGGLE - MAGIC AND SHOUT BUFFS
GRAPPLING SHOUT
KAIOKEN SHOUT (GOKU VOICE)
UNLIMITED WEREWOLF
WEREWOLF - POWER
[XBOX ONE] WEREWOLF PERKS EXPANDED
SIMPLE WEREWOLF ABILITY BOOST [XB1]
VAMPIRE LORD OVERHAUL: 1K KYNREEVE RED GLOW ARMOR NEW HAIR RED RUNES
ARCANE ACCESSORIES ABSORB & VAMPIRE TWEAKS [XB1]
VAMPIRE LORD - INVENTORY, FLIGHT, AND 60 PERKS
TREEBALANCE - COMBO PACK [XB1]
SHOUT PERKS
EXTRA POWERFUL MARKSMAN PERKS XB1
[XB1] FISTS OF STEEL - ADDITIONAL RANKS FOR THE SISTS OF STEEL PERK
IMPROVED MAGIC [XB1]
POWERED DESTRUCTION [XB1]
AUGMENTED DESTRUCTION
PHENDRIX MAGIC EVOLVED
YS SPELL TWEAKS
ENHANCED NIGH VISIIN SPELL TOME (XBOX1)
VAMPIRE SPELLS
[XO] VAMPIRIC DRAIN RANGE
BETTER VAMPIRIC DRAIN
PHENDRIX DEAD THRALL
GROUND DRAGON - DRAGONREND SPELL
LEVITATE SPELL - SKYRIM
DECAPITATION SPEL
WOOD'S SPARK OF DESTRUCTION
ONE HANDED MASTER SPELLCASTING SE
DRAGONBALL TRANSFORMATIONS PACK
DRAGONBALL SPELL PACK
[XO][VO]VAMPIRIC DRAIN DESTRUCTION NOVICE AND XP FIX
HOLY WARDS BY BANJO BUNNY
DRAKONS WARD ENCHANTMENT
BATTLE WARDS - WARD WHEN YOU BLOCK!
SKYLAND BITS AND BOBS - CLUTTER OVERHAUL
SKYLAND AIO
DAVES UFHD MOINTAINS
SMIM CHAIN MESHES ONLY
NORTHERN ROADS 1K
NORTHERN ROADS & BLENDED ROADS PATCH
DIVINE TEXTURE PACK - TREES
DIVINE FORESTS
DIVERGENCE - LUXURIANT 2 - PLANTS - PERFORMANCE
VEYDOSEBROM - GRASSES AND GROUNDCOVER - NORMAL VERSION
LANDSCAPE FIXES FOR GRASS MODS
NORTHERN ROADS & LANDSCAPE FIXES FOR GRASS MODS PATCH
JUST ICE - 1K
BETTER DYNAMIC SNOW V2.11(SMIM)
NORTHERN ROADS & BETTER DYNAMIC SNOW PATCH
IA92'S REALISTIC RAIN (XBOX1)
REALISTIC CLOUDS - IMMERSIVE EDITION
SUPREME AND VOLUMETRIC FOG [XB1]
SKYLAND ENCHANTING TABLES
DIVERGENCE - BLACKSMITH - 1K
DIVERGENCE - THE PHILOSOPHERS PROPERTY - SPELL TOMES - 512
RABBIT AND DEAD HANGING RABIT REPLACER WITH FEED RABITS
ANIMATED FORGE WATER ( NORMAL VERSION) BY WSKSKEEVER
NO SUNLIGHT THROUGHT MOUNTAINS
SPARKLING TORCHBUGS
NARUTO ULTIMATE OVERHAUL
CBBE (CURVY)
BETTER MALE PRESETS [XB1]
LOVERBOY DEFAULT 1K
(BLACK) EYEBROWS BY DDSWORKSHOP
SUPERIOR LORE FRIENDLY HAIR
NINETIETHTRAINS KS HAIR PICKS
AFT AE
REMOVE FOLLOWER LEVEL CAP
DIVERGENCE - VANILLA + CREATION CLUB - AIO - 1K-512
DIVERGENCE CUBE MAPS
BLACK AND GOLD EBONY ARMOR RETEXTURE (XB1)
BLACK AND GOLD EBONY WEAPOS (XB1)
COIN POUCH RETEXTURE - BLACK
LANDLORD [XB1]
WEARAVLE LANTERNS [XB1]
IMPROVED UNIQUE ARTIFACRS [XB1]
IMPROVED DAEDRIC ARTIFACRS [XB1]
EBONY BLADE USELESS NO MORE
DIVINE DAEDRIC DAWNBREAKER (RED GLOSSY WORDING)[XB1] BY LUPUS HEGEMONIA
IMPROVED DIVINE AMULET AND BLESSING
DIVERSE DIVIBE AMULET AND ENCHANMENTS
BLACK LEATHER SEATH - A LEATHER SEATH REPLACER
GENUINE GIANTS
DIVERGENCE - COMPENDUM OF BEATS - ANIMUCULI - 1K
LUMINOUS ATRONACHS
TOUGHER NAMED DRAGONS
ERSO ENHANCED MIGHTY DRAGONS - NIGHTMARE VERSIKN
GAME OF THRONES AND HOUSE OF THE DRAGON - VANILLA DRAGONS REPLACER - 1K -512
GOT HOTD - DIVERSE DRAGONS 512
[XB1] GOT HOTD - OPTIONAL FILE "BLOOD MESHES HIDDEN"
GOT HOTD - SKELETAL DRAGON AND UNDERSKIN 1K
[XB1] HOTD - GOT SKELETON EDIT VERSION 2 ( BIGGER HEAD)
[XB1] DRAGON ANIMATION REPLACE SE - WITH STANDING BREATH OPTION
HOTKEY CONTROLLR - UPDATED (BY DADDYMCHUGENUTS)
A QUALITY WORLD MAP - CLEAR MAP SKIES [XB1]
PASTEL MAP MARKERS [XB1]
SUMMER MYST - ENCHANTMENTS OF SKYRIM [XB1]
SUMMERMYST ENCHANTMENTS CHESTS
[PATCH] SUMMERMYST (ON BACK AND ON LEFT)
FORTIFY DESTRUCTION ENCHANTMENT
SUMMERMYST - LEVELED LIST FIXES
SUMMERMYST ENCHANTMENTS - GUARANTEED LOCATIONS
VAE3 - VISUAL ANIMATED ENCHANTS 2-023
VAE2SUMMERMYST PATCH
PARAPHERNALIA REALISTIC MAGIC (NO GRAVITY)
IMMERSIVE SPELL EFFECTS EMIT LIGHT
3D CASTING FX - FIRE AND FROST HAND FX REPLACER BY ARCTAL
VISUAL MASTER SPELLS
STRANGE RUNES LITE
REALISTIC AI DETECTION LITE [XB1]
IMMERSIVE RAGON SOUNDS -IDS- (ENIGMA REMASTER)
SAO- BATTLE MUSIC
SEKIRO SOULS SFX
AIRGETLAM -MODERN MAGIC SOUNDS REWORK-
LEVEL UP IN SILENCE
REALISTIC WEAPON PLACEMENT (CLOAD EDITION)
VISIBLE FAVORITED GEAR
SKYSA - OLIVER KENJUTSU
SEKIRO COMBAT S - WITH ENEMY COMBAT INTEGRATION
GDB ANIMATION PACK (EDGEMASTER-MAIN)
GDB ANIMATION PACK (VIKINGS)
GDB ANIMATION PACK (SEKIRO)
DYNAMIC COMBAT FOR SKYSA
SKYSA DUAL WIELD AND PARRYING SIMPLIFIED
CINEMATIC DRAGON SOUL ABSORPTION -(NO SCREAM/FLOATING ANIMATION)
NEW ANIMATION FOR MAGIC CASTING SSE
SMOOTH SPRINT ANIMATION REPLACER (UNARMED)
SMOOTH JUMP ANIMATION REPLACER
SMOOTH SPRINT ANIMATION REPLACER (DUAL WIELD)
SMOOTH BOW SPRINT ANIMATION REPLACER
SMOOTH BLOCK ANIMATION REPLACER
SMOOTH SPRINT ANIMATION REPLACER (GREATSWORD)
SMOOTH SPRINT ANIMATION REPLACER (WARHAMMEBATTLEAXE)
SMOOTH SPRINT ANIMATION REPLACER (1H)
VIOLENS - A KILLMOVE MOD SE [XB1]
AMAZING RACE TWEAKS! NORD [XB1]
THE UNKNOWN
SUPER FAST GET UP ANIMATION
SNIPER - ADD DAMAGE BONUS
BNP WEREWOLF EYES - BLUE
ENEMY HEALTH INDICATORS
[XB1] SUPER SIMPLE LOCK BASH
REALISTIC CONVERSATIONS ( XB1 )
FAST TRAVEL TO CITIES FROM START[XB1]
INSTANT FAST TRAVEL
NO PLAYER FALL DAMAGE
NO STAGGER WHILE CASTING
DUALCAST REBALANCE [XBOX]
DRAGON SOULS TO ATTRIBUTES XB1
10 HEALTH PER LEVEL (XB1)
PERK POINTS AT SKILL LEVELS 50-75-100
PERK POINTS AND MORE GOLD FOR BOINTY QUESTS (XB1)
FAST BEAST PERKS XB1
50 PCT MORE PERK POINTS [XB1]
PERK POINT AWARDS
SKILL INCREASE STATS - UPDATE
QUEST AWARD PERK POINTS
[XB1] TRULY ABSORB DRAGON SOULS - HEAVY BY ADVENTURERX
VANILLA - MESSEGEBOX FIX
PICKPOCKET 100
ITEM SORTING
GRITTY PALADIN POTION
WARBIRDS DRASTIC DRAGON LOOT
MORE LOOS [XB1]
CIVIL WAR CHAMPIONS CLOAK FIX
ACTIKN BASED PROJECRILES + AE PATCHES
[XB1] PROPER AIMING
NORMAL MAGICA REGEN IN COMBAT
IMMORTAL DEAGONBORN
FAIR DRAUGIR SHOUTS
DRAGONS USE THUUM
DRAGKNS USE THUUM SHOUT REMOVER PATCH
Q DAY DRAGON RESPAWN
BIJIN AIO
BIJIN AIO & USSEP PATCH
ARVAK ENCHANCED [XB1]
MEEKO AND VIGILANCE ARE HUSKIES
WOLFES OF SKYRIM
DRAGONBORN CASTLE
TNF SKYRIM HOUSE REMODEL
[XB1] NO WORLD BORDERS
LESS INTERIOR FOG
DRAGONS FROM THE START
ELEMENTAL FURY FIX
DBZ TELEPORT
[XB1]UNLIMITED RINGS AND AMULETS
UNLIMITED SHOUTING (XB1)
UNLIMITED SUMMONS
ENLIMITED ENCHANTMENTS
ALL ARMOR LOOTABLE
NO HELMET REQUUIRED(XB1)
FASTER WEAPONS
FASTER GRATSWORDS:ANNIVERSARY EDITION (XBOX)
FATSER TWOHANDED WEAPONS AND WAR AXES AND MACES
[XB1] RING OF UNBLOCKING
HATS HELMETS HOODS AND HOODED ROBES WITB CIRCLETS
CLOAKS FACE MASKS AND ALL SPRTS 2 * FANS EDITION *
IMPROVED CLOSEFACED HELMETS
IMPROVED CLOSEFACED HELMETS - USSEP PATCG
IA92S ENCHANTING WITHOUT RESTRICTION (XBOX1)
FROST SLOW TWEAKS BY RAFEAR
DAKEN'S YUMMY DRAGON HEARTS
DRAGON SOULS HEAL YOU
POPPYLORS INI TWEAKS FOR SERIES X
TEMPER EBONY BLADESKYLAND LODS
[XB] GOT DRAGON MAON MENU REPLACER
LOOKS DONT CHANGE FOR A VAMPIRE
CHEAT ROOM (XB1)
CHEAT ROOM -ANNIVERSARY PATCH
MYTHICAL AGES (V1.10)
MINTYS LIGHTNING DURING STORMS
MYTHICAL AGES MINTY LIGHTING STORM PATCH
NO CAMERA FADE
REMOVE BLOOD FROM SCREEN
DISABLE SCREEN SHAKE EFFECT
NO TINT ABSORB XB1
NO RADIAL BLIR - PERFORMANCE OPTIMIZATION ( XB1 )
EMBERS XB BY MINDFLUX 1K
CC CAMPING - EMBERS XD PATCH
ANIMATED WATER FORGE (NORMAL VERSION) - EMBERS XD PATCH
EMBERS XD V 3.0.1-CC GOLDENHILLS PATCH
ALTERNATE START - LIVE ANOTHER LIFE
NORTHERN ROADS & ALTERNATE START PATCH
OPEN CITIES SKYRIM
NORTHERN ROADS & OPEN CITIES PATCH
REALISTIC WATER TWO BY ISOKU, SPARROWPRICE, &TECHANGEL185
REALISTIC WATER TWO & SAINTS AND SEDUCERS PATCH
NATURAL WATERFALLS
CUMULATIVE BLESSINGS
COLORED.MAGIC AURAS

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solid gold anteater glimmertongue supreme 10
solid gold electricity richvolt divine 9
solid gold otter gildsplash mythical 8
solid gold demon luxfiend mythical 8
solid gold pizza preciouspie legendary 7
solid gold orangutan treasurang legendary 7
solid gold octopus luxreef ultra rare 6
solid gold skunk dazzlodor ultra rare 6
solid gold lion goldmane ultra rare 6
solid gold superhero valorshine ultra rare 6
solid gold astronaut astrobling rare 5
solid gold cloud gilded rain rare 5
solid gold kitten karatkat rare 5
solid gold ladybug dazzlebug rare 5
solid gold corn shinnecob unique 4
solid gold seagull luxawing rare 4
solid gold urchin glitzspike unique 4
solid gold chicken glimmerhen unique 4
solid gold slide royal slide unique 4
solid gold politician goldvote unique 4
solid gold bunny hoplux unique 4
solid gold beetle glintwing unique 4
solid gold sloth mellowmetal common 3
solid gold scorpion goldpinch common 3

Dope, personally I prefer the golden cloud though, raining gold just makes more sense for a supreme idk.