My family loves that old time religion (serious Freewill Baptists on my dad’s side and holy-rollin’, tongues-speakin’ Pentecostals on mama’s) but that doesn’t mean they don’t
indulge in good, creepy, magical stories and traditions well outside the realm of
Christianity. Most of their cautionary tales revolve around pregnancy and
reproduction for some reason, and my favorite by far is what they call markin’.
Pregnant women, according to both my mamaws, have special
powers. They wouldn’t phrase it that way, it sounds too pagan, but that’s
essentially what they mean. For example, if a pregnant woman becomes obsessed
with something, if she loves it too much or reacts to it with any emotion too
strong while she’s pregnant, she can mark her baby to have features or characteristics
that reflect the impact that object, person, idea, etc. made on her.
I’m a new dm for a group of relatively new players, running a short campaign ‘cause I wanted to try my hand at dming and they wanted to play.
Long story short, the players have to convince the ghost of an ancient king to give them the password to open a secret vault and get the treasure as they were hired to do. I’ve decided to play the king, Caul, as a semi-genocidal and extremely lonely old man who doesn’t want the conversation to end. I’d been having fun distracting them talking about skee ball, murder, and Caul’s beautiful wife whom he loved very much, but they finally got out of him some important info.
Ollie, the party warlock: So, you’re waiting for the “chosen ones,” and you’ll tell them the password?
Caul: Yes, that’s right. Oh, I’ve been down here for so LONG, you have no IDEA-
Ollie, OOC: Can I just, like, convince him we’re the chosen ones?
Me, OOC: Sure, roll persuasion.
I was going to make something that obvious a tough roll, as this conversation was meant to be akin to a boss fight in difficulty. I figured they’d have to get a 20 to successfully convince him with just one roll. I wanted them to test their roleplaying capabilities and have a little fun with it instead, and Ollie hadn’t rolled above a 10 all evening so I wasn’t worried.
Ollie: *rolls 19, +3 to get 22* HAHA
Me, OOC: Oh shit, okay. Um, so what do you say?
Ollie, OOC: I convince him we’re the chosen ones?
Me, OOC: Yeah, but how? What do you say to convince him?
Ollie, after much deliberation: We are the chosen ones.
✨I just read that less than 1 in 80,000 babies are born in the amniotic sack: En Caul Birth✨ what a magical little being!!
When I started pushing there was a little green balloon coming out of my yoni that gradually kept getting bigger and bigger. None of us knew what it was, at first we thought it was the head… Then realized it felt like a water balloon. I got on the ground in squat position and in a few big pushes Pueo came out fully in the sack all at ONCE!
((Will share the full birth story soon!!!))
So excited to empower women and couples to feel confident in home birthing!! Trusting our bodies and divine orchestration. Choosing love over fear always! Rebirthing the planet. Creating Heaven on Earth with Sacred Birthing.
Levante essas pétalas, endireite seu caule. Não se deixe enraizar nesse solo pobre de afeto e rico em desamores. Deixe que seus ramos sigam o Sol, siga a felicidade, siga seus sonhos. Um ser autotrófico também produz o seu próprio amor. Se ame mais a cada troca gasosa do seu dia. O amor próprio nos fortalece e nos mostra que pra ser feliz só precisamos de nós mesmos.
Make up a story… For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don’t tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief’s wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear’s caul
I dreamt that I was giving birth. I felt no pain, but saw the emerging head as though I stood between my own thighs, midwife and mother both together. I took the naked child in my arms, still smeared with the blood that came from both of us, and gave her to her father. I gave her to Frank, but it was Jamie who took the caul from her face and said, “She’s beautiful.”
Okay, so pure speculation here, but I wanted to look at this Dr. Krilov guy a little closer and theorize about the bombshell he dropped last night - that he supposedly treated Lizzie a second time two years ago and erased another memory of hers…
Also, were we given the final clue as to who was actually fighting with Lizzie’s bio dad when she shot her father the night of the fire?