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finnissilly · 4 months

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Triple threat - dnd campaign updates (3)

Fellas.

Here was the last part of you didn’t get the chance to read it:

Back to the main story, session 11:

A very short session, all we did was beat up a set of magical armor and a flying sword in a basement and grabbed the amulet we were tasked to retrieve. that was literally it.

session 12:

Still in the basement, as we heard voices coming down as the two people saw us- the tiefling of the two asked if we were the delivery people as to which, Miles teleported behind him said "yes" and tried pushing him down the stairs. Their names are Vizorazz- whos the tiefling, and Lana? Who's a drow. Lana fell and prior to this Blooper had iced the bottom step, which made Lana prone basically the entire fight.

Miles and blooper almost died but luckily with a good tempest cleric hit to Vizorazz he was knocked unconscious.

And Lana got away Scott free by turning into a bear.

We looted Vizorazz and found an undercommon letter on him written in thieves cant

Some noise was going on outside the building so we hid as some cloaked figures with no faces came in and inspected the place and did some hand gestures towards one another before leaving.

We turned Vizorazz in jail and got the necklace back to Korg who was more than happy about that and I think we then became official members of the merchants guild.

I also forgot to mention that we ended up doing this instead of entering into a archery competition where Blooper started beef with another archer.

Anyway.

We packed in for the night and Orion slept on the roof of the inn and during the night saw some of those robed figures many houses away talking amongst themselves.

Anyway,

At the festival there were a ton of different merchants and the gang all got some stuff.

Orion chatted with an old woman who was selling her sons adventuring gear as he’d passed away, and Orion gave her a flower and the amulet he’d gotten from Samantha as he felt bad and didn’t want to take anything- but she was kind enough to let him have the magic quill that would never run out of ink and could change color.

Very cool.

Blooper got this powder that would make someone unable to breathe upon blowing it in their face.

And Miles- got. A lot of arrows.

More specifically he was tasked to take down this one merchants rivaling seller for arrows

Because Miles is a broke bitch.

Anyway, we talked to the rival seller for a while and he was just a really nice elf guy who wanted to spread peace and was really wanting us to buy these non lethal punching arrows.

We didn’t.

We kinda made fun of him actually.

Anyways after stalking him we found where he and his partner were staying and snuck into their room, stole all their arrows except the non lethal ones and then orion snuck in and threw flowers everywhere.

We left and that merchant had to leave town because of that, which the guy who set Miles up to the task was ecstatic about that and gave Miles three whistle arrows which- upon shooting them would scare any and all creatures/enemies within the area away. (Unless they made the wisdom save of 13)

Very cool.

For the third and final day, not much happened other than that and the great feast and speech at the end of the festival by the mayor.

But since there was an election currently happening- both of the candidates decided to speak.

We ate some food but the weather started picking up and as the two candidates were about to do their speech- conditions got much.

Much. Worse as a snowstorm started picking up and it looked like a tornado was in its way to hit the city.

Everyone panicked and rushed to shelter- we made it to the merchants guild for shelter as Korg was ushering people in.

But.

As we all made it in- we heard a massive roar outside, which. Actually was something (or someone) yelling in draconic “Syle, where have you taken my boy?!” And looking out the window to see a silver dragon being the cause of the storm.

Miles- the only one that can speak and understand draconic with a charisma score of 10. Went out and decided to talk him down.

And with good enough wording and no dice rolls (except for one insight roll the dragon made on miles) all was fine and Miles promised to help this dragon find his son Syle.

The other goobers came out and we all flew to the dragons lair.

What Miles had essentially said to this dragon was “I understand your pain, but you can’t be destroying this town in the process.” As. The dragon looked at Miles and said “I sense great loss within you” (insight check) which is true.

We leveled up after that! Miles got his horizon Walker subclass and that was the session.

Session 13? I don’t know anymore it’s probably been much more than that to be honest:

Cleric (blooper) was busy with college so it was a session with Miles and Orion.

We did a murder mystery as this session timeline wise takes place after the saving Layani session.

We’re on a smugglers ship to get to the ivory kingdom. Blooper was sea sick the entire time and so Orion and Miles bunked up.

Orion made friends with a leonin barbarian who we all nicknamed “grandpa”

Anyway- during one of the nights a cloaked figure came up and stabbed a guy and ran off, which Miles tried to run after the killer- didn’t work he ate shit.

And the commotion woke everyone up- Orion tried to cure this guys wounds but that didn’t work. Bro was dead.

After some perception checks we found some wet footprints leading down to the cargo of the ship- and found a wet cloak and bloodied knife in a barrel of rice.

Dumped the rice, we then found an elf in the lookout who was wet who we initially thought was the killer based off this- but he told us he was a sea elf and he was out for a swim, also he was terrified of Miles and thought Miles was the killer at first as well. Anyway.

the next day Orion and Miles went on their long journey of questioning everyone aboard the ship or- everyone they could within one day.

We talked to a human wizard named Quintillious first who was a prick and we hated and he charmed Miles into telling him his name and after the spell Miles punched this man so hard that this man was left with a broken nose and ended up pissing himself.

(Miles has an 18 strength) Orion cured his wounds and we found that Quintillious was probably innocent. He was up trying to practice dark magic and had a stolen book from his college that he ended up giving to Orion. (Important information for later.) next person we spoke to was a dhampir bard named Aurora. Aurora told us she was practicing her song, which- no one was around to hear that.

Until.

Thought of the sea elf- Feyren.

Miles went and grabbed him, dragging him down as Orion spoke to Aurora which Aurora explained that she saw Miles chase after the killer- that the killer had a void for a face and that she witnessed Miles absolutely eat shit before she misty stepped outta there.

Feyren and Aurora spoke and Feyren said he did infact hear her singing and that it was a lovely song, but.

Seemed like those two had an alibi of their cases checking out.

Next we spoke to Drake- a dragonborn who was one of the crew hands. He was very short with his answers and not very compliant.

We basically annoyed him enough till he spilled his answers.

He told us he was drinking with Skrill (the guy who died) and that Skrill was in some debts with other people and whatnot- and that Skrill actually owed Drake.

Anyway, after that.

We met Lloyd- (not Samantha’s husband who’s actually named Luke) Lloyd was another human crewmember who apologized for Drake’s rudeness and told us he was just asleep during the murder and offered to give us some info on the case.

Our last questioning of the day led to the leonin barbarian and his roomate Kadoris.

The leonins name is Draz and him and Miles talked as the hair we found on the hair that was in the rice earlier on the murder clothes was an exact match to his.

Orion talked to Kadoris and mainly it was Orion asking about Draz.

The conversation didn’t really confirm anything but Draz did say he met another shadar Kai before and Kadoris said that there was one time where Draz fell off a chair but caught himself and was very nimble and agile about it while he thought he was gonna fall.

That was basically it.

We went to bed and while in the night someone tried to break into Orion and Miles’ room. We tried to see who it was but the cloaked figure teleported away before we could get them because Orion failed a stealth check.

Miles used detect portal and found one deep below within the sea.

We grabbed Feyren who was frantic and telling us that he saw the person teleport away.

Which we know, which Miles asked if Feyren could check out what’s below us- he swam down and saw a bunch of shark people, and maybe? They saw him? But he swam up as soon as he thought that. Anyway. Next day rolls around as we were unsuccessful at finding the killer, we talked to Rumtum who’s another crewhand who we were sure didn’t do it as he was with Miles at the time of the event and was basically our main man on the ship for information.

We told him about the portal and that the guy tried breaking into our room and also told him a little bit about why we thought this was happening (miles thought it had something to do with his bounty) and he told us about the shark people as well and that they raid ships at night and whatnot.

Not great.

We then went to talk to Kadoris and get his alibi- which we asked him a series of very strange questions to which he admitted to killing someone who was harassing his sister Rebecca. Which.

Was not what we were asking about at all. But alright man.

As to which Miles vaguely admitted to his own crime to Kadoris and then Kadoris threw up as he got sea sick and tried to cast prestigitation but it didn’t fully work. And that was our first murder mystery session and we didn’t come back to this background session for like a month- but we did finish it.

second part of murder mystery

We sat down for dinner with Aurora and Kadoris- Aurora wanted to know if we had any new info- which we shut her down and very quickly asked her to misty step as a demonstration to prove her innocence. she kinda had an "oh shit did I just criminalize myself" moment. we thenasked Kadoris if he wanted to sleep in our room because we suspected Draz due to his hair being on the murder clothes. Lloyd bumped into us and whispered to meet him after dinner as he said he might have info to give us.

We stayed and watched everyone on their behavior after dinner- Drake and Quintillious gave us the worst vibes. After that we made our way back to our room to find Kadoris who told us that Draz was okay with it, we completely forgot that we had to talk to Lloyd- so we made our way to his room.

We opened the room to a bloody nightmare- Lloyd was dead, his wounds looked to be from necrotic damage and he had bloody knuckles- so he did put up a fight.

We grabbed a key off of him to open a chest in his room, which we found a journal, a letter a few coins and a small toy.

His journal seemed to be average at first but quickly turned to the murder case- seeing that Lloyd was doing some investigating of his own. saying who had motives, etc, having checks, lines and x's over each person. the letter he had written was one to his elven wife and his half elf child saying things along the lines of "this will be good for us," and talking about how they could have a new life in farport as a fresh start- and the toy was from his son. People started coming back to the room and we had to leave. Orion turned into a cat and Miles teleported out.

Miles was covered in blood because he had to loot Lloyd's body for the key and whatnot. So, he cleaned himself off by thornwhipping to the side of the boat and just let the waves wash over him, after he got out he's drenched in water, bro is soaked. Rumtum found him and was very confused as to why Miles was soaking asking him what happened. and his responses were just "ocean." and pointed at it, Rumtum asked him if he was thrown overboard and if he was okay Miles just shook his head and said "it was an active choice." And- Miles, proving a strange enough person as is. that was enough to not be questioned further- Rumtum took a double take. Anyway, we met back up and Orion un-wildshaped (also Yes this story takes place prior to the campaign but we didn't un-level-up because our dm didn't wanna put up with that. so we're level 3/4? but in the past. we were told to see this kinda like a dream) and Miles showed up as well, we were both pretty quiet until Orion started tearing up and Kadoris had cast prestitigtation but only got Miles' skin and not his clothes. We showed Kadoris the book and then were about to sleep before Rumtum called everyone out on deck as he didn't want to lose anyone else and was now going to search everyone here, since "the killer was looking for something" being the journal, letter and toy we took. but, Kadoris still had the book- and Kadoris based on what Rumtum said- was about to rat us out until Orion cast charm person on him to make him shut up basically. Anyway, we played into helping Rumtum and swapped the book for a waterskin and then Miles went to actually search a few people- searching Quintillious he found a very nice dagger on him and Quintillious was frantic to explain that he only got it out to defend himself because of the murder.

He seemed more like a scared boy rather than an actual killer though, moving on searching Drake and couldn't find anything on him as Orion was too scared to search him- Miles just, couldn't find anything. (we both rolled badly) Anyway, after not finding the book Rumtum was frustrated and told us that everyone was to stay in their rooms until the rest of the trip, except for Orion and Miles who were going to be sleeping in the crew's room and swapping with Feyren and Drake. as we all went back- Orion dispelled the charm and explained within 15 seconds (that's how much time he gave us) that he started crying because his parents got ripped apart as a kid etc. that seemed to make him believe us- Miles gave him a dagger to defend himself but Kadoris didn't hide it. at all. so we grabbed him and were gonna put it in his boot but. already found one in there which we figured was strange. so we took Miles' dagger back and wished him luck. During the night- since Miles only needs 4 hours sleep, he went out and returned the journal and such before going around the ship to hear in on peoples conversations. he tried listening to Feyren and Drake, didn't hear anything (I rolled a 4), and then went to Kadoris and Draz's room and heard talking and knew exactly who it was. It was Kadoris on a sending stone talking about how no on has a clue it's him, he's got them all fooled and that everyone here is dumb, etc. and a few things clicked and lined up to him being the killer: The hair on the clothes, because Draz was shedding, not being able to cast prestitation fully as he could do it on skin but not clothes, and when Lloyd bumped into us- Kadoris was right. there. Our dm felt bad because we hadn't come back to this session in ages.

Anyway, upon this- Miles ran into the crew room and yelled to wake them up, quickly explained the situation and we started making a plan. Basically- Orion was gonna turn into a crocodile and start a riot on the ship to get Kadoris out of his room. Which, we did- but during this Rumtum opened their door and was unable to successfully play it off (lying) and Kadoris immediately could tell what was up as he reached into seemingly no where before grabbing out a weapon- We were able to get Draz out within our surprise round but Kadoris went first and fuckin killed Rumtum within one round. as Rumtum's last words were "they're gonna kill you" Orion attacked as a crocodile and the crew joined in to all attack him, during the fight Kadoris threw down some smoke bombs to blind us- Orion succeeded the save but Miles and most of the crew didn't. luckily however- Miles based off sound and guessing was able to tell where Kadoris was. Things weren't lookin good so Kadoris decided to jump into the ocean, which Miles teleported to him and Orion turned back into himself before casting speak with animals and jumping in the water to yell at any fish in the water like "hey this guy is a murderer" and there was a shark within the water who started swimming towards him. Kadoris and Miles kinda had a stare off while in the water because. yeah. Kadoris was kinda fucked now as, he couldn't go back to the ship- everyone wants to kill him, couldnt reallt go up as Miles was there and couldn't go down- there's a shark. He dropped his weapon and tried to surrender, as him and Miles had a conversation while Orion and the shark circled the two. Basically it ended with Kadoris giving up and them just going to take him to prison. We tied him up and for the next few days publicly shamed him.

Orion got ahold of Kadoris's weapon and asked him to unatune to it as Orion atuned to it and turned it into a sickle and got kadoris's necrotic damage oil thing. Kadoris explained that he was getting into the black cloak assassins league and this was his like, test and way in- that he has an in to the assasins league as he had a childhood friend in it. and he was in it for the money, etc. basically anyone who had beef with this league would soon end up dead etc. anyway kadoris also had his reward money behind a tavern in farport. and those were the murder mystery sessions.

That’s all I’ll leave you guys with for this post (just so I don’t bombard y’all all at once even though I could)

Next part:

#dnd #dungeons and dragons #d&d #tripe threat #dnd triple threat #dnd campaign #campaign updates

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massivechildshark · 4 months

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BG BLORBO LIST

Organization mode is activated so have a lil BG list of characters too!

Subject to modifications.

BALDUR'S GATE 3

• Vadra ---» yse: vadra • intro

they/them || zariel tiefling || ranger | gloom stalker || outlander || the pale arrow

• Narseth Nyeardac (Frostmaw) ---» yse: frostmaw • intro

he/him || silver dragonborn || talos cleric | tempest domain || sage || a lost treasure

• Isthriir Zauviir ---» yse: isthriir • intro

he/him || lolth sworn drow || rogue | assassin || charlatan || the assassin of the underdark

• V'naistresyth (Tav) ---» yse: tav • intro

she/her || githyanki || bard | college of swords || soldier || the singing necromancer

• Tuozira ---» yse: tuozira • intro

she/her || half-orc || paladin | oath of the ancients || acolyte || light's herald

• Iniza ---» yse: iniza • intro

it/its || mephistopheles tiefling || monk | way of the open hand || dark urge

• Zrazire ---» yse: zrazire • intro

they/them/he/him || white dragonborn || sorcerer | storm sorcery || dark urge

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abronzeagegod · 5 months

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My BG3 characters.

Vale (a variant of a dnd character I used to play ;( ): half-drow, noble, tempest cleric of Selune who is extremely into Shadowheart and would like everyone to shut up about it. They're knee deep in Act 3

Teel (still not happy with this name) is my high elf shadow monk, charlatan, who is my tactician playthrough. I don't know where Teel is going to go, but she's just doing anything and everything to survive and she's at the end of Act 1.

Lastly is Sael the Lost (a character I play in every RPG), who is a dumb chaotic curious boy who is my durge playthrough. He's a zariel tiefling, fiend warlock. He just escaped the nautiloid and i have no idea where he's gonna go! But it will be an adventure!

(not pictured is my coop character as he is tragically allergic to shirts)

#finally grabbed some pics of these peeps #bg3

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stergeon · 7 months

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stuff i’ve made and things i like!!

hi!! i'm rex, aka stergeon, but you can call me whatever you want. i'm a 29-year-old dyke who likes to write and draw sometimes. this is my side blog for those fun things :0) my main shitposting blog is @rumtumtuggerofficial and i like/follow from there.

📬 askbox: open!! send me stuff to draw or write (or just say hi that’s fine too)

📖 my fics on ao3: check ‘em out here!! comments & critique are always appreciated <3

current fixation:

fire emblem: three houses. at some point i will take a break from writing edeleth fanfiction and do literally anything else, but that day has yet to come.

what you’ll find here:

🛡️ fire emblem

🌋 morrowind / elder scrolls

⚔️ the locked tomb series

🧝 elfs / 🎲 dnd

👎 bad jokes

👯‍♀️ wlw

🐟 random things that strike my fancy

my tags, OCs, and other drabble under the cut

tags

pretty much everything posted here is my own work (everything else goes on my main blog). i don’t really post nsfw art, but i do write nsfw stuff. expect sword-related violence and occasional sapphic sex.

if there are any tags you’d like me to add to my posts, please let me know!

🗣️ asks

🎨 comics

👁️‍🗨️ musings/text posts

🐠 pictures of sturgeons

OCs

these are my dnd characters who i like very much and draw with some frequency :0)

ioril revendran

ioril is a Teen Drow™ from my Out of the Abyss campaign. he’s a wannabe wizard, a rude dweeb, and a political/religious extremist. he’s a busy boy!

he wrote a manifesto calling for change to drow culture and better treatment of men in their matriarchal society, as well as abolishing worship of the cruel goddess Lolth. this went over about as well as one might think and he was sentenced to death.

though he was ready to die “for the cause,” a group of surface-dwellers he shared a cell with convinced him he might be interested in seeing something called “the sun” and asked him to help them escape the underdark.

ioril is also an expy of my morrowind character and has a Dramatic Secret Backstory that’s basically the plot of the game, so wish him luck finding the volcano-dwelling godboyfriend of his dreams. unfortunately, that may be extra difficult to accomplish as he recently passed away in a tragic "blew himself up" accident, but here's hoping he can still pull it off!

rokas

rokas is a wood elf tempest cleric of Kord… or at least she was when she entered Barovia in my Curse of Strahd campaign. she was a brash and idealistic former soldier dedicated to helping as many people as she could in kord’s name, even if she wasn’t always that great at thinking her ideas through.

unfortunately the mists got to her and throughout her time there, she managed to become a werewolf, lose favor with her god and become a necromancy domain cleric, sprout skeletal wings, and became cursed to have to eat a pound of bones or fresh grave dirt every or she would die. though she had the opportunity to go home after slaying the vampire, she elected to stay in barovia instead. if only the dang vampire had stayed dead

#sterge.rtf #i have the interests of a young child (pirates / knights / cowboys/ trains / swords / high fantasy / pretty ladies)#but with the evolutionary advantage of being an adult lesbian #so i got that going for me

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illithussy · 9 months

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blorbos from my games, aka ocs. spoiler warning

Renaria, Mefistopheles Tiefling, Great Old One Warlock, she/her

i haven't gotten to play much with her during full release, she's still on the nautiloid, but she was my ea main (and looked quite differently back then...), she's a rather good-natured person but she doesn't shy away from some evil aligned decisions either. comes with being a warlock, i think

romance: Gale

Nedwyss, Seldarine Drow, Light Domain Cleric (Lathlander), she/her

she's my upcoming playthrough and i made her super nice super good and kind just to hit her with becoming half illithid and having a corruption arc <3

romance: the Emperor

Rej, Lolth-sworn Drow, Draconic Bloodline Sorcerer, he/they

i just made him because he looks pretty. will update post when i have rotated him in my head for some time and decided on his info. he's gonna be more evil than most of my blorbos but not like. a murderhobo or anything

romance: ???

Astorna, Human, Tempest Domain Cleric/Storm Sorcerer, she/her

she's gonna be my tactician playthrogh. whenever i get to it. she has quite a stern personality, but she's also good-aligned.

romance: ???

Jernag, Wood Half-elf, Archfey Warlock, she/her (subject to change), the Dark Urge

no good screenshots? megamind.jpg. anyway she's gonna resist the urge bc it's fun

romance: ???

Maladir, Drow Half-elf, Necromancy Wizard, she/her

she's gonna be the evil playthrough. selfish, unkind, cold and disrespectful. playing into the drow stereotype yeah

romance: probably minthara

#bg3 spoilers #oc: renaria #oc: nedwyss #oc: rej #oc: astorna #oc: jernag #oc: maladir

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deathinherited · 3 years

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starter call for my d&d ocs -- more info (including verses) under the cut!

cybin, they/them, wood elf, grave spores druid. feral thembo.

daelen, she/her, aasimar, light cleric. sunshine lesbian.

horatio, she/they, drow, spider cleric. manic pixie nightmare.

knell, fluctuating pronouns, tiefling, tempest warlock. chaotic bastard.

mordecai, he/him, half-elf, urban druid. fantasy communist.

quincy, they/them, shadow fey, phantom rogue. knife cat.

tivian, he/they, changeling, swords bard. theater kid.

cybin siannodel - they/them - wood elf - grave cleric (3) & circle of spores druid (2)

traveling mushroom salesperson

refuses to wear shoes

fantasy eco-anarchist

bi, demiromantic ace

verses: classic high fantasy, critical role, modern fantasy

daelen sylmaris - she/her - aasimar - light cleric

priestess of a homebrew god of the sky/sun but works part-time at an apothecary

her mom’s a high priestess, dad’s a celestial - she’s got big shoes to fill!

always smells nice

lesbian, demiace

verses: classic high fantasy, critical role

xalyth “horatio” d’elvvyn - she/they - spider cleric (3)

worships lolth, the spider queen

chronic resting bitch face

wednesday addams but with mommy issues

lesbian, greyromantic asexual

verses: classic high fantasy, critical role, modern fantasy

kheardreth “knell” grimm - fluctuating pronouns - tempest warlock (5)

bi disaster

fantasy equivalent of an ex-catholic school kid

bi disaster

verses: classic high fantasy, critical role, modern fantasy

mordecai thatcher - he/him - half-elf - circle of the city druid (8)

works as a fence, or purveyor or stolen goods

fantasy robin hood

bi, greyromantic

verses: classic high fantasy, modern (urban) fantasy

quincy ollivier - they/he - shadow fey (aka shadar-kai) - phantom rogue (5)

be gay do crimes

actually pretty optimistic despite missing a chunk of their soul!

lesbian, demiace

verses: classic high fantasy

tivian

lives full-time as a high elf and therefore doesn’t shapeshift often

traveling stage duelist / street performer

bi disaster 2: electric boogaloo

verses: classic high fantasy, critical role

note: just because a character doesn’t officially have a certain verse (critical role, modern, etc.) doesn’t mean i’m not willing to work something out with you! lmk if you have any questions/concerns :~)

#prob wont get to these for. a minute bc ive got a busy week ahead #but i wanna try and get back into Writing so @mutuals lms and we'll see where my muses take me!!#[ * ☾ ] for there i amˏ in the mossy shadows / ooc.

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timeforelfnonsense · 3 years

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Mistress Wit

Wyll x Criella

Rating: T

Ao3

With Patch 3 out now, I decided to make another bg3 oc to romance Wyll! Dafni will still be the main character so to speak of my bg3 writing with Criella serving as a secondary protag & member of the party in Sunshine and Starlight. She and Wyll will also be getting their own little collection with Dafni & Astarion serving a similar role! However, as my writing is pretty ship centered you wouldn't really need to read one to enjoy the other!

Prologue

Criella brought her hands above her head, fists pounding against the transparent shield that kept her snuggly trapped in the mind flayer pod. If she could just find a weak spot…

Ah-ha!

It was faint but, Criella spotted a hairline fracture in the upper right portion of the glass. Perfect. Her tail dipped into the worn leather bag strapped to her thigh seeking her tinker’s tools. If she could just find her mallet she’d be able to shatter the glass and free herself from her confines. She reached for the top of her head, pulling her goggles over her eyes. With one precise strike, the mallet made contact with the pod’s lid. What had started as a single small fracture now spread across the whole surface in a spiderweb of spits and breaks. Carefully, her fingertips traced the somatic symbol needed to cast a gust cantrip.

“Ventus!” With the command spoken a small tempest broke free of her palms sending shards of glass flying across the clearing.

Her boots hit the ground with a soft thunk, the collateral of her escape crunching beneath her feet. She scanned her surroundings nose wrinkling with repugnance. This was definitely not Waterdeep. She’d crashlanded in some sort of hinterlands located god knows where. She brought her fingertips to her temples rubbing away the tension with little circles. She needed to locate civilization and quickly. It was only a matter of time before the dangerous effects of the tadpole squirming behind her eye would manifest.

She dug around her bag until her hand found its target. A spyglass forged of brass, runes of her creation glowing across the tarnished cylinder. Pushing her googles back up, she pressed the scope to her eye looking out into the forest. Her mind tingled, the Spyglass of Clairvoyance reveling a small settlement nestled in a nearby grove. It was no city of splendor but it was a lead. The only one she had anyway. Perhaps, whoever called the grove home would be able to point her towards the nearest healer if they didn’t have one of their own. Her body ached from the top of her horns to the tip of her tail. Even if they couldn’t see to the parasite they could ease the discomfort of being crammed into a pod had caused.

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Criella sat atop a traveler’s chest, her tail flicking idle from side to side. The groves healer had just set out alongside a mercenary band just recently. Meaning her only choice was to doodled among the druids until their Master Halsin returned. She let out a huff of air, blowing away a stray strand of straight, lilac hair from her eyes. If someone were asked to rattle off a list of locations they might find Criella Wit of Waterdeep, a druid’s grove would certainly not have been among them. She’d never been one for nature’s charms. Given the choice between a bustling market or a quiet glen, Criella would have picked the crowded walkways and noisy rabble of the city to the glen every time. At least she was among kin. All around her other Tieflings mulled about weary faced as they set to packing up what little they had. Criella’s gloved fingertips tapped out an anxious rhythm on the side of the chest. Criella knew better than most that right and wrong could be terms with objective definitions. But turning out helpless refugees and children? That was wrong by every definition. She had sat in Zevlor’s quarters discussing the events that lead his people to take refuge among The Oak Father’s servants. They had come from Eturel originally- Collateral damage in the wake of post-Decent xenophobia. People who had once been treasured friends and neighbors became easy scapegoats for the suffering Elturel’s people experienced in the hells. Her grip on the chest tightened. Were it not for the black leather gloves her pointed fingernails would certainly have left a mark on its suede surface. Well, if the druids weren’t going to help she would. She pulled out a well-weathered note pad and nub of charcoal. She could adapt her design for the Protector canon with relative ease. She’d have to find a way to streamline and simplify it given her the groves appalling lack of anything metal. What she wouldn’t do for steel and iron! Perhaps their smith would have some to spare though she doubted it by the state of his forge. “What are you drawing?” a tiny sing-song voice asked. Criella glanced up from her work. A little tiefling girl of no more than 10, was staring owlishly over the edge of her notebook. Criella’s lips quirked, tuning the book so the girl could get a better look at her scribblings. “It’s a diagram of an Eldritch Canon. I’ve made hundreds of the things but today I’m working on one just for you and your friends. To keep you safe.” She explained, tapping the tip of her finger to the sketch, “It’s sort of a… a mechanical cleric! If anyone gets hurt on the road it might be able to help.” “You can make that?” The child whisperer reverently. “I can make anything.” Criella winked, “Just give time and the right tools.” “Could you teach me?” She asked, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly, “I want to be able to make anything! I want to help! I’m not good at fighting or sneaking like the others maybe I’m good at making things!” Criella let out a chime of warm laughter. The little girl’s eyes were full of wonder and optimism despite all she and her kin had endured recently. She’d too had been more interested in tomes and tinkering as a girl. While her peers were swinging sticks and imagining themselves as knights and guardsmen, little Ella would climb the tallest tree in the yard and name it Blackstaff Tower. “Well I can’t teach you how to make everything in just one day but, I can show you a few things.” Criella brought her hand to her lips, sharp teeth tugging the grove from her left hand. With a heartfelt smile she extended her hand to her would-be apprentice, “They call me Misstress Wit of Waterdeep but since we are friends, you can call me Criella.”

Wyll walked the length of the makeshift training ground. Adjusting postures and offering up every word of tender engorgement he knew. The tiefling children had been ecstatic to meet a ‘real-life hero’, bombarding him with sweet, curious questions the moment he stepped through the gate. After such a warm welcome teaching a few sparing lessons while he waited for Halsin to return, was the least he could do. These children had already witnessed more than many noble old men would in their whole lives. They should have been chasing frogs, enjoying their childhoods without fear. Not training for battles they couldn’t win. Despite the cheerless nature of his thoughts, Wyll put on his warmest, bordering on a fatherly grin. “Not bad! Not bad! Now, remember not to keep yourself so open.” He instructed demonstrating his instruction for a little boy with rusty hair, “Like this.” “Keep it up little one. You’ll be a fine warrior one day!” A lovely voice called. The gentle, golden timbre belonged to a statuesque tiefling woman. Wyll’s heart sputtered a bit when her soft silver eyes fell across his face. A dazzling smile on her rose-petal pink lips. Walking beside her was a child- Nalia, the little girl with a missing horn. He’d invited her to spar but she’d only blushed and ran off. “Wyll! I look at what I made!” Nalia shouted dragging the pretty-pink woman along behind her. When she reached the ring she pulled free a small metal gadget no bigger than her palm. The steal contraption glowed with a soft purple light. It’s slivery surface marked with an inscription: Be Brave, scrawled in infernal. “Aren’t you clever!” He said crouching down to admire her handiwork, “What is it?” “It’s an eldritch canon!” She rolled her eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world The woman stifled a giggle, covering her grin with the back of her gloved hand. “Is that safe?” He asked cocking an eyebrow at the smirking beauty. “Yes! think of it as a mechanical cleric, Wyll!” Nalia said winking at her companion, “I’m going to be an artificer just like Mistress Wit!” “That’s right!” Wit nodded, “I think you’ve done enough work for today apprentice. Go on, take the rest of the day off...” As Wit trailed off a strange feeling began to unwind in Wyll's mind. The sights and smells of an unfamiliar harbor city danced across his senses. He could almost feel the sea breeze on his face. He saw a workshop so organized and meticulous it reminded him of his time with The Fist. He felt the uneven surface of cobbles stone under his feet as he tore after a thief, tears stinging at his eyes as the hooded figure mad off with the last project he and a half-drow woman had planned before she left. Lastly the memory of being confined to a pod and dragged to the hells. Wit blinked back at him dazed. Her slender nose wrinkled, her lips turned down in a worried grimace. “We should talk.”

Criella sat across from the Wyll at a shabby picnic table, poking at her gruel with a wooden spoon. The old woman had called it vegetable soup but remind her too much of the oil she used for in some of her machines to be palpable. “Not much for stew eh?” He teased taking a long sip of his bowl, “You haven’t spent much time in the wilds, have you?” “I am I that obvious?” she giggled, “I’m from Waterdeep- I’ve lived there all my life. Not much work out here in the woods for someone in my line of work.” Wyll tilted his head, bringing his chin to rest along the top of his knuckles, “Oh? And what is your line of work Wit?” He hadn’t heard of her? How strange. She was something of an arcane darling back home. If you asked someone where to inspired spellwork or magical mending. If they had any sense they would give you one answer: Wit and Wander. Well- Just Wit since Zoria had left for Neverwinter with her new wife…. “I’m many things; wizard, artificer, genius. Take your pick.” Wyll chuckled raising his tankard in approval of her assuredness, “Impressive.” “And what about you Wyll?” She said playfully, “Let me guess? You are a soldier. Mercenary? No, you are too upstanding to be a sellsword.” “They call me the Blade of the Frontiers.” He stated with a proud nod before continuing “Monster hunter. Hero. Protector of the common folk.” “The Blade of Frontiers? Now that’s a name!” She whistled, “And I thought Misstess Wit was a clever epithet! Now tell me Blade- How did you find yourself aboard the nautiloid?” Before he could respond the sound of a war horn rang out across the grove. Zevlor sprinting past them as shouting about a goblin siege at the front gate. Both adventures sprung to their feet as panic spread among the refugees. “Alright Blade.” Criella purred pulling her storm canon from the holster at her hip, “Let see if you live up to the legend.”

#bg3 oc #Wyll #elf writes #bg3 early access #Criella Wit

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longstrydercourierservice · 4 years

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Tonight on Copper's Angels:

The setting:

We are headed to up a mountain to enter the dwarven city of Kergerum. Kergerum was abandoned at least a thousand years ago for reasons we don't know. More recently, Kergerum was the home of an ancient black dragon, Uraxyl. Uraxyl was was said to be killed by legendary fighter, Hammond Valore. (There is no proof. No one has ever seen the body. One person was with Hammond on his way out, but he was technically dead while the dragon-slaying allegedly happened.) We are on our way to the Drow captial city in the underdark. One known entrance lies under Kergerum.

For two days, we have seen a medium sized feline mammal (a caracal) has been following us.

It has been closely persued by a nine foot lumbering creature. We learn it is a grey render.

We stopped to rest on our way up the mountain to Kergerum. Before we even got settled in, the caracal races into our camp, the render following. Our beloved mastiff/hellhound, Copper shifted into his hellish form in an effort to intimidate the render. He failed. (Is this fight, the part of the grey render will be played by an Earth elemental.)

We are in combat. Our ranger shoots two arrows. My fighter/barbarian rages, jumps over the fire, and uses the remainder of her her 50 ft. speed to make it all the way to the render. I hit with the first attack. My greatsword deals maximum damage (18 slashing, 8 radiant). My second attack is a natural 20. My sword deals 30 slashing and 6 radiant. Our paladin divine smites the render, but she isn't close enough to get into melee. The render hits me for 18 (halved to 9) slashing. Having just hit him for 52 points, my barbarian laughs in his face. The render takes a second attack at the paladin. He hits for 13 slashing. I take a sentinel attack, but miss. He then tries to go after the caracal. The paladin takes an opportunity attack. I had already burned my reaction. (I made several errors this first round. I forgot my ancestral protectors, which would have given the render disadvantage, and I burned my reaction on a sentinel attack when I have several defensive actions.) Our warlock sends his hellhound over to do some fire breath damage, and also casts fireball for 30 fire damage. Our ranger's sister, a shadow Monk, uses shadow step to escape the render. Our tempest cleric sent his spiritual weapon to do some force damage.

Top of round 2. Our ranger casts Zephyr Strike to dash in, make his attacks and leave. My barbarian closes with the render and misses on both attacks. The paladin hits on one of her attacks. The render takes his attacks at disadvantage. The first would hit the barbarian, but she uses parry to deflect. The render strikes at the paladin with disadvantage from my ancestral protectors and misses. The hellhound takes another bite of render. The warlock throws some Eldritch Blasts. The monk casts Faerie Fire, but the render makes his save. The cleric does a Sacred Flame which misses and another spiritual weapon attack.

Round 3. The ranger hits again with Zephyr Strike. The barbarian hits again for 26 points. The paladin makes her attacks, but only hits with her longsword. The render goes to move, but the paladin's prowess with her flail is too much. He falls.

The caracal hangs out near the camp for a few minutes. The paladin tries to speak to the caracal, but only hears a reply in celestial. She summons her celestial Pegasus steed, Palomira. Palomira and the caracal have a conversation. The caracal leaves. The barbarian chases after the cat, begging her to stay. The caracal again says something telepathically in celestial. Though the barbarian doesn't understand, she is appeased and allows the caracal to leave. The rest of the night is quiet.

The next day, we make it to the dwarven city. We walk for hours deeper and deeper. At the end of our first day in the city, we find the skeleton of a long/dead dragonborn. The body has small horns. Our cleric, a bronze dragonborn, knows this is typical among black dragonborn. 150 years ago, a black dragonborn archaeologist (a la Indiana Jones) headed north to find the home of the ancient black dragon, Uraxyl. This is the archaeologist. His possessions were taken long ago, but he holds a map. The front of the map has two landmarks noted. On the back, written in blood and in draconic, it says "traps."

Our group decides to rest for the night. The next day we determine to follow the obvious dwarven paths as far as we can. We cross through two been rock chambers to a circular room lined with stairs. High above, we hear the flapping of large wings. A giant bat swoops down to land on the other side of the chamber next to an emaciated hill giant gnawing on another large bat. The giant has puss oozing from it's eyes. The bat seems to give it direction. The giant takes a bite of bat and stared at us.

My brother-in-law is our dm. This is his homebrewed world. He and my sister, his wife, have been painting minis since February. She finds it very therapeutic. They are about to start with the of minis! We are profoundly blessed to have all of this amazing stiff to bring our games to life.

#copper's angels #heroes of braystead #dungeons and dragons #d&d #d&d 5e #d&d story

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fammushop · 6 years

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d&d characters for me and my friendos :3 from left to right: Sora: High Elf Rogue (will probably become Arcane Trickster) Trist: Tiefling Tempest Cleric (all hail calypso) Uleone: Drow Sorcerer (no idea what she will subclass into)

I’m working on some artwork of our second characters so keep an eye out for those! i didnt steal the dark brotherhood armor for sora idk what youre talking about :3

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jingleheimerthethaumaturgic · 5 years

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Hm, yes, definitely DnD stuff because man. I like my group~ In fact.. I'm just gonna talk about my group!

I... Don't know how to read more on mobile so sorry, I'll see if I can edit it later?

3 of us DM, so we alternate. Well, it started off with just 1, then I wanted to start a story and like... Make a comic or something with the characters and ideas I have (which... Hasn't really gone anywhere) and was gonna DM to pick up while our usual DM, Jon, was real busy with schoolwork while also getting material for fleshing out my world and whatnot. Also to get better at talking and decision making hopefully. And our 3rd DM, Billy, recently started because he too had a story he wanted to tell~ And to try out ideas for like.. Rules he think would be cool.

So Jon DMs a group on Fridays mainly, so his gf can play too, but it's a bit on and off because he graduated and has work now alongside still making projects with his team, so less time for brainstorming and the like. His story has stuff to do with a cult and dreamscapes and whatnot. Deep dungeon crawling in the dream, while having more RP focus in the waking world. I play as the current party's bard, a College of the Maestro (homebrew subclass made by Matt Mercer) human named Leiris! I usually play tanky charactera or some kind of magic melee, so doing a pure support kind of playstyle to try new things. She's.. Kind of a merchant? Because she's paying off her college debt and being from the big trade city, it was the best route in her mind? Even if her 7 Wisdom has caused troubles for the Lifguards... Which is our group name we decided on 2 sessions ago that also consists of: Cade a Divination Wizard halfling, Nimbus the Dragonborn Tempest Cleric, a very... Assassins Creedy rogue named Brock, and a couple of temp? Members of some other friends that may or may not be able to join with us long term, so we'll see how that goes. As it is apparent, we are very magically inclined and also squishy! The frontline is the healer! Legitimate fun times! This is a sorta AU to when we played this campaign like.. Last year with mostly different people. Same world, different characters, different part of the continent.

Billy's campaign, is pretty fresh and interesting in a different way so far! We started off already as apprentices to the elite royal task force (at level 4 already!) of the dragonborn kingdom, and had to fight each other to determine our rankings. I play as a Half-Orc Half-Tiefling Ancestral Guardian Barbarian, Rux! Who is... Uhh. Well not to get flagged but he picked up a side job as a certain kind of entertainer. A good lovable idiot strongboy. I have 2 main spirits that I converse and battle with, 1 from each parent's ancestry. I have yet to go further in detail in game, but I really like what I came up with. Recently, Rux has gotten a cursed axe (that I as a DM already knew what it was, but y'know. Gotta play off character knowledge. And he's an idiot) soo, this'll turn out interesting. I ended up in last place on the rankings, since only 3 of us could make it to the first session and I had to fight the Shadow Sorcerer the first round and missed every attack the second round... But have now risen to rank #2! My boss (well, King Sebastian is my boss per say but I call #1 boss) is Gladiolus, a devoted Paladin and a Blue dragonborn. Our 3rd in command and mage of the group is Durza, the Shadow Sorcerer. He... Is quiet and... Doesn't do well with people but takes orders. So once he ended up melting a door to get into one of our houses to start training off early. But we also have Veraladaine, the elven Ranger~ Sounds majestic, but is a klutz. She's had some irl stuff recently, so Vera had been sick for a while. And finishing up or ranks is Ooguay, a tortle Tranquility Monk. Who is the old man. But man. What a guy. We're currently doing a trial, so we're in seperate gauntlets of monster filled rooms, and Rux is very.. Draw aggro from allies focused, so I can't do much fancy stuff class stuff for now. But ah well.

And lastly, my campaign! Which at this point is the longest running one, but it's been on and off for a month at a time once before? But it's consistant now that I have 2 weeks to prep instead of 1! The gang is on a mission to stop the personified seven deadly sins (devil based... Demigods basically?). At the moment, they've killed Gluttony and have arrived at the capital, where they hear another has surfaced. We have, Leroy J Kins a Lizardfolk Barbarian who is the most fleshed out joke character, I love him. Plus he gave juicy backstory that fit with what I had planned, so that's real nice~. He started out unable to rage (by his player's choice) since he had a second personality, Roy, who is basically his Fight of fight or flight instinct. They've meshed together well by now. Mercy, an elven Rogue who has 2 crossbows and loudly asked the group if they knew the assassin's guild in the middle of a tavern! A badass otherwise, who loves her eversmoking bottle and 40 lbs of soap in her bag of holding. Kiri, who got... Most of them to join the adventering guild they're a part of. Kiri is a Kitsune Storm Sorcerer who is a bit like... Steve Irwin?, but with strange creatures. Sorta? Also a mischevious prankster and problem instigator. Raised an awakened plant from a magic pot (after it grew for a month) and called Leroy the father when it asked last game. Naomi is the.... Either mom, secretary, or logical backbone of the group. An Aasimar Scout (rogue subclass), she wears a mask, is very sciency and experiments (mostly harmlessly) on Leroy whenever she finds weird fruit or plants. Vinnie Vin, their somewhat recently picked up Tabaxi swordbard, who sleeps on Leeroy's head/shoulders half the time because Vinnie small, Leroy tall and big. Goes nya, has a thirst for blood, and whaps foes with a shillelaghed bandora before stabbing them. One player has switched characters a lot, but because he is infrequent and keeps wanting to play different things (also kind of annoys the other players, but I try to keep group discourse low)... But the last member is a... Companion that they run into often. It is her! Domino! A Paladin! (Players found out later that her last name is Ap'al'yden, and lost their shit) a drow Paladin of Edesia's Banquet, who is on pilgramage and helps out whenever they need it (when her player can make it). The church she was a part of got taken over by Gluttony from the inside, and she's the last member to her knowledge... Has a thing for the queen of the kingdom (...Queendom? Since theres no king, the Queen leads alone with chairmen and advisors of course), since she served as a palace guard for a while before setting out. The group has also been traveling with a Silver dragon Leroy named Argent that they saved from a Necromancer (trying to turn it into a dracolich to control), an armoured slime they refer to as Blue Squishy, who communicated via gestures and charades before Leroy found a ring that let them communicate telepathically, their cart driver (who is also a guild member) Dave, and now an awakened shrub.

.....I'm real attached to my session for obvious reasons... I'm running it, we've been playing it the longest, and good party interactions~ I mean to make them kinda OP, as a sort of.. Laid back romp through things kind of session. And they enjoy it! Feels great~

....this got real long whops.

#jingle text #dnd talks #yeahhh there we go #Leroy is so prevalent because his player is fantastic and most of us are either indecisive #Or in Lea's case would careen the story into shenanigan after shenanigan #and leroy just. does things. Could speak draconic and managed to befriend the hurt dragon. Saw the slimy ring and just put it on.

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