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bring her back :’(((((

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19 INT looks good on our girl.

Critical Role’s Beauregard Lionett.

[Please do not repost this anywhere.]

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she

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why do people in dnd each occupy a 5ft by 5ft square, how far apart do you think people need to be? why are dnd minis afraid of touching

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HALF-RACES

Homebrew for all the half-human combinations possible with the races found in the player’s handbook! I had a lot of fun making these, though they took a while. Have fun playing!

This was made for D&D 5e and feedback is much appreciated!

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Bisexual - half elf

i need you all to reblog this with your sexuality and what your first dnd character’s race was

it’s for science

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When the monk hits level 6 and their punches become magical

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The people need to know.

Where did #ElfSquad fuck up tonight?

Not 100% spoilers, but here’s a few cheat notes: LINK

(for context to people who aren’t in  my D&D campaign, the party came up with an AWESOME plan today to sneak an army through a city rather than fight the army waiting for them south of the city. Part of the plan was a diversion caused by their archers, but something went wrong and the diversion didn’t seem to go as planned and two NPCs they met that day died )   

I’m bored, send an anon 

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Every single Trinket appearance in VM Origins issue 1

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The World - you have completed a major milestone

Decided to draw a surprise tarot card for our DM

other members of the party:

Death- the Druid

The Tower  - the Rogue

The Magician- the Wizard

Strength- the Cleric

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Quick sketch from last night of my newest d&d boy, a half-elf monk of the Way of the Dragon named Orion,  who keeps rolling dramatically terribly for things he’s supposed to be good at. 

He’s also a bisexual disaster on every level. 

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New D&D Blog!

Hello! New D&D blog here, in need of new followers! Hang around if you’re interested in:

Dice

Homebrew content

Art

Rogues (the superior class)

Any new followers will be followed back by my main blog @cryxguy ⚔️💚

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This is the fantastic artist who did my icon of Alaric the Arcane Trickster and his faithful companion, Scrappy!

Definitely recommend getting something commissioned from them; I’ll be reaching out about another request very soon!!

fancy new commission post, this time with EVEN MORE styles!!

ya girl needs some money desperately, so im not setting a limited number of slots or anything like that! If you’re interested shoot me a message here on tumblr or email me at jupitermakeout@gmail.com !!

if you want just the sketch version of any of these (minus the pixel icons), i’ll knock five dollars off the price tag. all prices are in USD, all pictures will come with a simple block or gradient background, with transparent versions on request.

i mostly draw dragon age and dnd stuff these days, but i will draw characters from any fandom and original works!! the only things i wont draw are furry and mecha art (sorry), as well as excessive gore or anything offensive. anything else is fair game!

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The four weapons of apocalypse.

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Bonus: Shortly after leaving the room, we encountered a rat in a cage. Once the rat was freed, it morphed into the shadowy figure of a human man and performed a wonderful little song (complete with some jazzy tunes and everything!). During the course of the song, he popped out our paladin’s eyes, said some words, and promptly returned them. She now has a permanent +1 to her passive perception.

The shadowy figure, who we’re fairly certain is some sort of demonic creature, stated that he would only perform his song once, no repeats allowed. He mentioned his name in one line (thank GOD our bard was taking notes), and told us to never abuse it, and to use it only once.

In conclusion, next session I think we’re summoning a demon. Will he help? Will he unhelp? Tune in next week.

Today our DM presented us with a puzzle that blew our collective minds.

They had clearly put a lot effort into it, buying props and everything, and solving it was some of the most fun we’ve had as a group thus far.

Context: We are all hot elves. Technically, 1 half-elf (yours truly) and 1 aasimar (born of human/elf lineage). Our official name is #ElfSquad. Our selection of spoken languages is pretty limited to common and elvish, with the odd celestial or sylvan here and there. Given this, it’s not surprising that my character is the only one who has studied draconic.

With this in mind, our fabulous DM threw us into a dwarven crypt, locked all the doors, and presented us with nothing but a scroll written in draconic, and a table lined with seven differently shaped vials, filled to various different levels, each with a different colored liquid inside. The vials were numbered 1-7, left to right.

And I don’t mean in the game. At this moment, they pulled away a cloth and presented seven really real vials of liquid. Two were clearly red wine. We were already losing our shit.

They didn’t allow anyone but myself to even look at the scroll. If someone didn’t understand what I was reading, tough. I either had to communicate better, or someone had to listen harder. This turned out to be really annoying.

The scroll read as follows:

“Dwarves, escape you may try,

But our traps are ready, you will die.

If fighting our beasts you did succeed,

Perhaps this will be a harder deed.

For danger lies before you: the bottles that are lined,

Two of us will help you, whichever you would find.

Only one among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead.

Two among our number hold only healing wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,

To help you in your choice, we give you these clues of four:

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide,

You will always find some on healing wine’s left side;

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;

Third, as you see clearly, all are of different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

Now you are ready, so make a choice. You may drink all or none,

Or pack a bottle for your road if your quest is not done.

But know that when you make your choice, whichever it may be,

Drink the potion ‘til it’s gone, or there will be no effect you see.”

Fucking dope.

I still don’t quite understand how the rest of my party came to this conclusion, but we finally decided that vial number 3 was the one we were supposed to drink. At the very least, it wasn’t poison since it was the smallest one, and the third clue indicated that it was safe for consumption.

I was volunteered to do the honors (turns out the “potion” was like four shots of bourbon, so yay for me!), and lo and behold! The way out of the crypt popped right open!

This was the first time our DM utilized props, and it really enhanced the session as a whole.

Anyone able to explain how our party solved the riddle? I think the only visual you need to answer it is that vial number 2 was the largest in size, and vial number 3 was the smallest.

*Disclaimer: My DM has confirmed that yes, this puzzle was largely borrowed from HP. But this is D&D. Borrowing is allowed.

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Today our DM presented us with a puzzle that blew our collective minds.

They had clearly put a lot effort into it, buying props and everything, and solving it was some of the most fun we’ve had as a group thus far.

Context: We are all hot elves. Technically, 1 half-elf (yours truly) and 1 aasimar (born of human/elf lineage). Our official name is #ElfSquad. Our selection of spoken languages is pretty limited to common and elvish, with the odd celestial or sylvan here and there. Given this, it’s not surprising that my character is the only one who has studied draconic.

With this in mind, our fabulous DM threw us into a dwarven crypt, locked all the doors, and presented us with nothing but a scroll written in draconic, and a table lined with seven differently shaped vials, filled to various different levels, each with a different colored liquid inside. The vials were numbered 1-7, left to right.

And I don’t mean in the game. At this moment, they pulled away a cloth and presented seven really real vials of liquid. Two were clearly red wine. We were already losing our shit.

They didn’t allow anyone but myself to even look at the scroll. If someone didn’t understand what I was reading, tough. I either had to communicate better, or someone had to listen harder. This turned out to be really annoying.

The scroll read as follows:

“Dwarves, escape you may try,

But our traps are ready, you will die.

If fighting our beasts you did succeed,

Perhaps this will be a harder deed.

For danger lies before you: the bottles that are lined,

Two of us will help you, whichever you would find.

Only one among us seven will let you move ahead,

Another will transport the drinker back instead.

Two among our number hold only healing wine,

Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.

Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,

To help you in your choice, we give you these clues of four:

First, however slyly the poison tries to hide,

You will always find some on healing wine’s left side;

Second, different are those who stand at either end,

But if you would move onward, neither is your friend;

Third, as you see clearly, all are of different size,

Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;

Fourth, the second from the left and the second from the right

Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.

Now you are ready, so make a choice. You may drink all or none,

Or pack a bottle for your road if your quest is not done.

But know that when you make your choice, whichever it may be,

Drink the potion ‘til it’s gone, or there will be no effect you see.”

Fucking dope.

I still don’t quite understand how the rest of my party came to this conclusion, but we finally decided that vial number 3 was the one we were supposed to drink. At the very least, it wasn’t poison since it was the smallest one, and the third clue indicated that it was safe for consumption.

I was volunteered to do the honors (turns out the “potion” was like four shots of bourbon, so yay for me!), and lo and behold! The way out of the crypt popped right open!

This was the first time our DM utilized props, and it really enhanced the session as a whole.

Anyone able to explain how our party solved the riddle? I think the only visual you need to answer it is that vial number 2 was the largest in size, and vial number 3 was the smallest.

*Disclaimer: My DM has confirmed that yes, this puzzle was largely borrowed from HP. But this is D&D. Borrowing is allowed.