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Draw my future?
I really want people to draw me in costumes I haven't done yet so I can match the picture 😁
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Potential future cosplay? What do you guys think?
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Boredom at Grease Rehearsals
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I dig it. I might run it on halloween
The Path of the Raging Demon
So this is my first homebrew, at least in any sort of semi-official and downloadable form, and I had a lot of fun learning the formatting for Photoshop to make this look somewhat professional. Speaking of how this looks, I wonder who I took inspiration from..? (Special thank you to Walrock Homebrew for some advice, access to their image gallery, and making great homebrew content that pushed me to start working on this and future projects.)
Anyway, what might I do to entice you to take a look at this Barbarian subclass option? Well, let’s take a look!
Deal more damage than a Path of the Berserker Barbarian! …But at the risk of hurting your friends.
Embody a relentless, murderous demon by powering through saving throws at the cost of allowing your inner monster to take control.
Instill the same thirst for destruction in your enemies just by being near them.
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I had a few ideas for the 14th level ability, and it’s the only one I’m shaky about. I love the idea of your presence causing a corrupting effect on those around you when you unleash your rage, but I also think maybe letting the 14th level ability be something that gives you advantage on your Soul Surrender check might be more synergistic with the rest of the subclass. If I do that, I might take away the advantage on Blind Rage checks, since having advantage on both seems a bit much.
Download here!
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Feeling good today
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A mask I made from plaster. I call it the Beholder
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Meet the Party: Gio (Giocattolo)
[Rogue(Arcane Trickster): Tabaxi]
Obsessed with the Skylands, his tail always betraying his inner thoughts. Gio was born in the jungles of Eivras. He was taken from his pack as a small child by the Orc Krom'Grah Deathhand to Gokh Urbro. Once reaching Osolis, Krom'Grah renamed him Giocattolo, or “Toy”.
At first he was kept as a pet to entertain those in the Orc Hordes. But upon angering his new master he was thrown into the arena as punishment. Expecting the small creature to be eaten or smashed to a bloody pulp, Gio suprised the orc crowds with his speed and inventive ways of overcoming his opponents.
Years of constant battle forged him into their champion. Picking up whatever skills he could to keep himself alive. Parva Mortem “Small Death”.
Sentinov, a spirit guardian sent from the goddess Avaria, watched over him, keeping him company in the quiet solitary of his cell. Avaria, holding some greater destiny for Gio, protects him and gives him gifts. Untrained and shamed by these magical gifts, Gio seldom uses them except by reflex, often causing unchecked chaos around him. Ferro Ignique. I Victi Mortem. By Steel and Fire. I Die Victorious. Giocattolo “Toy” The low, dull ring of the arena bell echoed through the crumbling tunnels and shafts of the pit. Each thundering clang shaking loose dust from the ceiling into the air. One bell. Two bells. Three. The daylight was approaching the horizon, softening the cool darkness into the grey of day. Softly in the distance the chanting began. “Parva Mortem, Parva Mortem, Parva Mortem…”
Gio sat in the corner of his cell. Above him a small opening barred from the rest of the world. He looked up through the bars into the sky. Far in the distance he could see the skylands, their great cities cresting above the cloud peaks. Majestic spires catching the brilliance of the dawn. These were the only rays of hope that would shine down on him this day.
“They’re calling for you.”
Gio, lost in the sight of the morning light, continued to sit. The words of his elvan comrade washing over him.
“Always they call for you. The living calling for death, yet running from it when it’s their own they face.”
Gio turned his gaze to his celestial friend.
“There must be more than this. Surely there’s more for us in the clouds.”
Sentinov bowed his head. The silver of his hair glistening in the torch light. “Yes my little friend. There is more. But not for us.”
“I don’t believe that. If there is more, then it is for whoever can take it.” Gio closed his eyes and sniffed the air coming from above. Laced with the morning dew, a sweet metallic scent of blood filled his senses.
Behind the large door at the end of the corridor the chanting grew louder.
“Go. Give them the death they crave.”
Gio opened his eyes and crossed the cell to the large metal doors. His small frame dwarfed by the iron gates. Motionless he waited, listening to the crowd. His tail beginning to twitch with nervous energy. The gate slowly creaked to life, drawn forward by it’s own malevolent desire. Gio, stepping through the now open gate paused on the far side. Without looking back at Sentinov he breathed the words “Ferro Ignique.”
“I Vicit Mortem.” the reply.
Then, as if pushed by the ghosts of a thousand warriors before him, Gio moved up the corridor toward the massive arena doors. With each step he adorned himself with the instruments of battle. Small pieces of armor to cover his arms and legs, fashioned from the bones of beasts gathered from far off lands. Each a reminder of a battle he had fought and won. Each a reminder of the sadness each death had brought him. On his arm a gauntlet fashioned with the claws of drake. His tail flicked side to side with anticipation or anxiety. The longer he fought the harder it was to distinguish.
Standing at the gates the echoes of the crowd became deafening. His bones rattled from the shaking of the ground. Then… silence. From the highest reaches of the arena, the voice of Krom’Grah Deathhand. The orc who had brought him to this life as a child.
“Well done. You have bested my beasts. You have passed all of the trials we have put before you. But, freedom comes at a price Kota. If you truly wish to be free. You must face one of my champions. Who will it be? What say you?”
The arena bursts into chanting “Parva Mortem, Parva Mortem!”
“What was that? I can’t hear you?” Bellowed the massive Orc.
The crowd screams louder “PARVA MORTEM, PARVA MORTEM!”
“I think your fate has been sealed Kota. Four years. Four years you have seen him best this arena. Four years he has been your champion. Four years of bloodshed for you. I scour the far reaches of the world to bring the most exotic prey. The most prestigious hunters. Today I bring to you… Parva… Mortem…”
Gio, hearing his name, readied himself for the hunt. “Avaria, guide my hand. If you call to me today. I will answer.”
The massive gates into the arena slowly creeped open. As the first cracks of light found purchase in the darkness, Gio launched himself into the shadows of the arena. Like a blur he slipped from one edge to another. Swiftly maneuvering from shadow to shadow. Before him in the center of the arena was a massive goliath of a man. The sheer size of the brute was staggering. But Kota was slow. Kota was stupid. Kota would soon be dead.
This was the life Gio knew before the uprising. Years of bloodshed and battle. Years of solitary nights. When the slave revolt started Gio was in his cell. The chaos ringing down the corridors. As his cell door opened, he stood motionless, unsure of what to do.
The voice of Avaria, from somewhere in the heavens whispered in his ear “Run my child.”
Gio, without hesitation, sprinted with all the speed he could muster through the door and down the hall. Darting past the huts of Gokh Urbro. Staying in the shadows created from the bonfires. Unsure of where he was going Gio ran through the streets. In the distance a streak of silver turning corners ahead of him caught his eye. It was Sentinov, he would lead him to safety.
He hunted the silver streak, silently stalking it through the city. Until there was no city left. The huts had given way to rock and tree. The drums of war and screams of battle had faded into nothing. In the distance a small village rested against the water. In the water a ship.
On the wind a soft voice mixed with the rustling of the leaves “Go my child.”
Gio, smelling the salt of the sea. “You have called to me today. I will answer.”
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Love it. Bards are my favorite
Been planning a really dumb D&D campaign with some friends – meet my total goffic edgelord character, Mordecai. He’s a bard trying to spread the sweet sounds of 2000s emo music with the world. Going for that real myscpace-scene-kid aesthetic with this one. 😂
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Green Arrow gets an upgrade
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A few more pictures from the set of The Antagonist 😊 this was so much fun to be a part of ❤
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A few pictures from onset of "The Antagonist" 😁 online December 4th! It was so much fun to do and I hope you guys check it out ✌
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