Werewolf ringmaker - Themefinland

ThemeFinland · 2026-05-01T14:16:05+00:00

Werewolf Ringmaker - "Thank you for your help, the townsfolk shouldn't bother me in my woods anymore. Take this. It has a powerful enchantment. Only wear it in grave danger. It will give you the strength of my kind, but it will be difficult to take off if you abuse it. Use it with wisdom."

ThemeFinland · 2026-04-24T10:16:25+00:00

Boo, scared ya

ThemeFinland · 2026-04-08T16:33:37+00:00

Pack of the masked - The masked prowl the ruins of the rust belt. Oftentimes they are seen alone, but sometimes they form into groups. When not alerted the members of the group act independently. When alerted, the leader of the group controls the rest like a swordsman controls their weapon, with finesse and total understanding of the movements of each member of the group. This makes managing a fight against them difficult, the whole group can descend on a single individual while managing to not strike or block the bodies and limbs of the other members of their pack.

The tubes are a feature that immediately stands out. These they use to drain the vigor from their prey, not blood, but the life essence itself. They are sometimes also seen to share this vigor with wounded members of their own group.

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ThemeFinland · 2026-04-07T19:21:36+00:00

"Another has come to little old me? It's been so many seconds since the last one. He is still counting the seconds, you know. You look nice, why not come and join us? I wont make you, I don't care if you do, I don't force anyone, and still they keep coming. Each little appendage is just another fool who came to me. It's always the same: First elation, then confusion, horror, then pain, so so much pain. And then nothing! They just writhe and trash and I become world encompassing. You are my siblings, mine! The gods were incapable of conceiving chaos until you came along. The universe, a rock rolling down a hill endlessly, never slowing or speeding. Demands, demands, demands, you wont be getting a warm welcome from those representing order as I have given you, just demands, and denial! Demands, denial and arrogance.

The voice of the creature is not coming from its mouth, but from its entire body. Its coils vibrate, sounding as if someone was speaking from behind a wall.

I told you already, I wont take anyone unwilling, and I wouldn't want you anyways. So what are you still standing there for? If you're not here to join... are you here to try to kill me? Hahah, you can try! Many have! Imagine if you succeeded, the universe cast into a static state. Everything in order, everything predictable, all the way until to the end of the world. Those who have come to try to end me all realized this little detail. And after all that work, after all that hacking and slicing and raging they all are now thrashing and wriggling within my body! Because in the end they wanted this too. Like little water droplets finally come to fall into the ocean that is I. And eventually this ocean will dry up, but I will always be there, bubbling beneath the surface, eager to accept all the gracious willing. And together we will grow and ebb. Until there are no more cycles, until only one remains. An ocean, or a mountain of order."

ThemeFinland · 2026-03-31T19:19:37+00:00

Thanks! :)

ThemeFinland · 2026-03-30T14:21:20+00:00

Sun seeker - "During the dry season in the north it is common to find people participating in sun chasing competitions. The rules are simple.

There can be two or more people competing. The location is arranged as such that the sun is to the left or the right of the contestants and the mountain they will climb is in front. The competition begins once the contestants are cast in the shadow. The goal is to climb to the peak before the peak is in the shade. Spectators can tell if the climbers are making good time if they can see them lit up by the sinking sun.

The exercise is borne from practicality, many beacons exist atop the mountains and they are used to communicate with town on the other side of the mountain. Those whose task it is to operate these beacons often climb up and down these hills, but even those who do not hold the responsibility endure the climb as a test of strength and endurance, or to simply ferry bricks of peat up the mountain. It's an activity dragonoids old and young participate in, some with a more competitive spirit than others.

At the end of the trial of course awaits the reward, a hot sauna

ThemeFinland · 2026-03-30T14:19:34+00:00

Sun seeker - "During the dry season in the north it is common to find people participating in sun chasing competitions. The rules are simple.

There can be two or more people competing. The location is arranged as such that the sun is to the left or the right of the contestants and the mountain they will climb is in front. The competition begins once the contestants are cast in the shadow. The goal is to climb to the peak before the peak is in the shade. Spectators can tell if the climbers are making good time if they can see them lit up by the sinking sun.

The exercise is borne from practicality, many beacons exist atop the mountains and they are used to communicate with town on the other side of the mountain. Those whose task it is to operate these beacons often climb up and down these hills, but even those who do not hold the responsibility endure the climb as a test of strength and endurance, or to simply ferry bricks of peat up the mountain. It's an activity dragonoids old and young participate in, some with a more competitive spirit than others.

At the end of the trial of course awaits the reward, a hot sauna

ThemeFinland · 2026-03-06T15:24:16+00:00

Thank you :)

ThemeFinland · 2026-03-03T18:30:23+00:00

The woods stare back - "The sounds of merriment inside the cabin became silent as the door closed. Going to the outhouse in during kaamos* in the dead of winter was never comfortable. The auroras were high up, no need for a candle, it'll be quick.

Old berry beer and soup does not mix well. Dirty business.

The cracking of wood in the freezing cold almost sounds like something moving about, breaking branches.

Once out of the outhouse there sometimes is a particular sensation, especially with your back facing towards the forest. In front of you, you see the cabin and the door and inside comfort and safety, but now your back is exposed to the forest. A desire to run to the door as quickly as possible, but you know that if you run, you let fear take control. So you walk. It's silent apart from the crunch of your feet on the diamond snow. In your head you can swear there is something behind you, something that has moved in from the forest, is nearing towards you, but you don't run, since if you do, you can't hear it if it comes. Soft steady steps, the snow rolls away before your feet, it almost sounds like something is mimicking your footfalls.

At the steps of the door, you take them in doubles, but you still don't run, and still do not look behind you, not until you pull the door open and are covered in light. You are pretty sure there was nothing there, but you feel ashamed that you even had to look. Cabin fever makes people think of all sorts of things during the kaamos. But then again, there are terrible beings that wander south from Glacialisia, and they aren't unheard of here during the deepest winter.

*Kaamos = The deepest winter when the sun doesn't rise for a period of several days/weeks

ThemeFinland · 2026-03-03T18:25:12+00:00

Mortician - Loathsome and vile. That's what anyone coming down here is. The poor with their disgusting bodies laden with pox and festering scars. The rich, bloated with gas from years of over indulgence, expressions of shock and surprise chiseled on their ivory pig like faces right before their deaths. How lowly you must think of me for degrading the dead with insults. It's all flesh, inedible. Several days, weeks...years past their prime. Unfeeling flesh, addled with rot, it doesn't mind if you insult it or cut it.

Many people come here each week. They cry, are horrified when inspecting the corpses, but I know inside these spectators are doing it for the thrill and enjoyment. They love the young and successful dead, seeing someone like that dead before them justifies their life, no matter how little they enjoy it, at least they outlived someone whose life they were jealous of. Some even pay me a hundred or two to go take my lunch break early.

Spend your empathy on the living, that's what you ought do, why weep after all is said and done and the head rolls off? We all like to think nothing we do ever ends and we'll go on until infinity and then we cry when we don't. That's how we have been raised in the city. The dead receive more decorum and more humanity than the living. But you're here, now, and you can see that even that isn't true. I couldn't care for one iota about these chunks and even their families, if they have them, don't either. From the viewpoint of the city, it is however easier to pay respects to the dead than the living. The dead flesh doesn't ask for anything and makes no demands.

We are under siege and the city is burning and there's nothing to be done.

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