Shade

"And It terrifies me more than I intend to admit!"
R.I.P - Fruiting Bodies

They/Them

Black Slime

Transmutation

A slippery concoction of black slime. This doesn't look useful at all... but maybe...

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Book of Eldritch Horror

Trinkets

A bit literal.

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Moth-eaten Mith Doll

Trinkets

The irony of this doll's current state is lost on most hatchlings.

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Haunted Stone Orb

Trinkets

When touched, wisps of smoke begin to swim beneath the surface of this dark stone, becoming more tangible the longer you hold it. (KS-sponsored by Nick B.)

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They were... awake?

...

Were they?

Their eyes fluttered open, only to be greeted with an oppressive darkness, enveloping them in nothingness as a deep hum droned around the veilspun's frail body. The deep pressure was like a vacuum, and it felt like their body was buckling at the seams, desperately trying not to pop. Shadow magic being a deep violet wasn't the greatest light source, but anything was better than nothing. Shadows wisped around curiously, and their magic flickered out. They were... exhausted, laying their broken body onto the floor with a whimper, wracking their brain to know what happened. They couldn't even recall their name.

Had they had been meddling with something they didn't understand? Maybe a little. They hadn't thought much of it- a shadow dragon in their own domain wouldn't. It was home. Along the Plague border, under a tangle of thorny branches and thickets. It was dark, even for the Shadowbinder's territory, but it was made in Mother's image- the light hurt their eyes and the dark, though... unnatural, felt comforting and safe. The goop they had gotten into was probably just sap, but it aggressively stuck to their scales and claws and it seemed to take any opportunity to spread further as they desperately tried to wipe it off. It exhausted them. It drained the energy from their body, to the point of dizziness, and so they had opted to just... take a nap.

And then they were here.

Had they gone blind? Had Mother taken their vision as a joke- was this to be in shadow forever?

They had not seen the silhouette in the dark.

If you squinted and stared, you could almost make out a shape. That there even was a shape there was debatable, but it spoke. It was godly, they knew that much. It's voice- no, the noise it made-- It was grating, loud and booming. They couldn't help but cover their ears and grovel before the Deity. It welcomed them to the Event Horizon, where things ceased to be. It told them that they were destined to be a part of something bigger, to join the Shade. "There are more of us than you know. You've stumbled across us before." It was all so much. They clawed and bit and screamed. The shape reached down and gently cupped their form, and they could feel their energy leaking away. Their wings drooped and beat weakly as they weakly thrashed to get away.

And then, they woke up.

They felt... Empty. Incomplete. Hungry.

They couldn't remember who they were, or what their name was. They decided to name themself Shade. It wad the only thing they could remember. But that didn't matter. They were hungry. They needed to eat. Crawling out of the grove they began unofficially calling home, Shade slinked away into the forest of shadow and luminescent mushrooms, desperately praying and hoping to find something to find something to replenish their magic and satiate their hunger.

The Shade was so hungry.