#Anyway curse of strahd tonight.

[vanhelsingapologist]

Your blood, my water.

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Haven’t drawn him in many moons which means I colored a sketch I’ll never finish.

[shannanigan-art]

I gotta start posting more just sketches and shit here. Anyway here's Jax, my Curse of Strahd disaster rogue, from tonight's session (featuring our star druid and the horrible familiar of our warlock)

[mxvanrichten]

Wooooo it's D&D day again. We're playing again tonight so we don't have to wait like 5 weeks to play again due to holidays yuck.

Curse of Strahd Spoilers below for The Amber Temple:

I'm so ready and scared. Lol. We got rid of 3 of the 6 flame skulls and the amber golem last night. Unfortunately, the three flame skulls we have left to kill have not used their fire balls yet. 😅😅😌😌 Can't wait to deal with that in close quarters. We still have to find the Sunsword as well.

Silas is feeling really overwhelmed right now. He's got a lot on him right now and Brandy asked him what they should do at one point and he kinda lashed out "WHY IS IT ON ME!?" (He felt bad)

We're also dealing with Kasimir going into every room with Sarcophagi in them for whatever the fuck he's looking for. Silas and VR are both sus as fuck of Kasimir at this point, but Silas is playing nice because Brandy likes him. (Brandy plays nice with Rudolph because Silas likes him, so it's only fair 😅😅)

Anyways, sorry for the word vomit. I'm just so excited!!

[menzoberra]

Something is rotten in the valley of Barovia. The days are long, and the nights longer. This sentiment was felt especially tonight. There was no moon in the sky–not that there ever is in Barovia, anyway. The pitch black sky and the equally pitch black treeline did nothing to soothe the damned souls of Barovia. One of those very damned souls sat at the fire that was doing nothing to help the cold, keeping a weary but vigilant watch for any sort of creature from Hell that may have decided to pay the party a visit that night. He absentmindedly ran his hand along the hilt of his shortsword. The nights were indeed longer.

At the very edge of the fire’s light sat another one of the damned souls of Barovia. She meditated in a lotus pose as if directly confronting the dark, evil forest of the valley; as if saying, I’m not afraid of you. For a drow in the dark, what is there even to be afraid of?

Darvin turned his vigilant watch over to the meditating drow, her position in direct view from his–almost as if on purpose... He wondered how she was able to sleep (did she even sleep?) every night facing the unknown dangers that lurked in the forest. She was pretty strong. Was that why? Did she believe she could face anything that may come out of that forest and come out alive? Or was she just too scared to turn her back to the dark, preferring to keep her own vigilant watch even while asleep? There’s no way a person with muscles that big…Err, a mind that strong could be scared of the dark, he reasoned, it can’t be anything but the former, obviously.

Menzoberra’s shoulder blades tensed at that moment, as if she was able to hear everything that just went through Darvin’s mind. That would make things easier though, wouldn’t it? The tall, drow woman stirred in her meditative position, seemingly waking up for the night. She went through stretching the muscles in her upper body–Pretty as you please, Menzo–before standing up and doing the same to her lower body. After much too short of a time (for Darvin, at least), Menzoberra rejoined the main camp having been rejuvenated by her nightly meditation–of course, not having made even a single peep.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” Darvin said quietly so as not to disturb the others.

Menzoberra gave him her usual deadpan she gives everyone, speaking in the same, serious voice she always did, “It is not morning, nor was I sleeping.” At least she admits to one of those things. “Good morning to you too, Darvin.”

She went about her daily morning–or rather, nightly–rituals, moving quietly with purpose as she always did. No brush of the hair nor word spoken was a waste when dealing with Menzoberra of Daggerford. Quite the opposite of the flamboyant, outspoken rogue. He sat on the cold, dewy grass, still fiddling with the hilt of his shortsword, paying more attention to the quiet monk than the watch he was supposed to be keeping. It’s Ismark’s turn soon, anyway.

The air felt heavy tonight–uncharacteristically heavy for the cursed valley of Barovia. Perhaps it was the way that the shadows seemingly fell differently tonight, despite the fact that there is no moon to cast a shadow and there is nothing special about tonight’s fire. Perhaps Strahd is watching from the trees, waiting for the perfect moment to strike to take back his precious Tatyana. Or maybe it was just the excitement of the previous day still wearing off–getting so close to Krezk, only to be turned away at the gates and being told to fetch some damn wine.

Whatever to rationalize the current conundrum at hand: Menzoberra deciding to take a seat not on the other side of the fire from Darvin like she normally does. On this dark, dark night, she opted to sit on his side of the fire instead. The nights are longer, and they are no better for a drow. She pulled down the black cloth over her face to take a bite of her dried jerky, staring into the fire with tired eyes.

Darvin straightened somewhat, and he stopped fiddling with his hilt. He looked at her eating quietly, You manage to captivate in even the most mundane of situations. “What’s the special occasion?”

Menzoberra took another bite of her breakfast. “How do you mean?”

You are such a puzzle. “How lucky am I to have the mysterious Menzo accompany me,” he said, looking at her scarred lips and her striking eyes and her soft ha—

“Funny.”

“Now, why would I jest about being in the presence of such a lovely lady?” Darvin quipped.

Menzoberra rolled her shoulders back, swallowing her bite of jerky. Her white eyebrow raised ever so slightly. She spoke with a hint of incredulity in her voice and let out much more of a hint of a sneer, “Lovely?” She turned her stare to the man next to her. “I will tell Adonis to add ‘contemptible liar’ to the list of things that you are, Darvin, right next to ‘comely blabbermouth.’”

So you do admit I’m attractive, eh?

The human accidentally snorted a bit too loud for the others, which made Ismark reflexively throw his shoe at Darvin in Ismark’s sleep. The shoe didn’t help the matter any bit, though Darvin did try to make an effort to be more quiet. “Pray tell, dear Menzo, what would I gain by lying?”

“You consistently attempt to flatter me in the darkest hours of the night in hopes of bedding me, no? I know your type.”

Bruh.

Darvin looked away from the drow, sighing. He turned his gaze toward the fire in front of him. “I think you have the wrong impression of me, Menzoberra,” he started. “I have spent most of my life on the run, yes, but that does not mean I go around ‘bedding’ any eligible bachelorette that crosses my path. Up until recently, I’ve just been trying to survive.” The human blinked hard and turned his head back over to look upon the drow. “Though perilous this journey may be, it has shown me that there is good and beauty in this life that I would have missed otherwise. You, you have shown me that.”

Menzoberra furrowed her brows and squinted her eyes into her characteristic frown. What can I say? That is a classic. She didn’t say anything in response, though her grip on her breakfast tightened. She seemed to retreat into herself somewhat, bringing her limbs closer together, drawing her scarf back up over her nose and scarred lips.

Darvin continued with softened eyes, “Despite the sibylline demeanor you may think draws people away, I think quite the opposite. I find you enthralling. Remarkable even, to be blunt—“

Menzoberra stood up from the ground in a speed so utterly characteristic of her, crushing her breakfast in her inked fist. She interrupted the human man before her, “Darvin Hemmingway, you have no idea what you speak of,” she scolded in a whisper. “I am an abomination. A freak of nature. I should not exist.”

“Menzoberra, how could you say that about yourself–” Darvin was interrupted again. He placed his sword on the ground and stood up to face her, though she still towered over him.

“Seeing as though I am a drow should be reason enough for you to understand,” Menzoberra retorted.

“The drow having a bad reputation doesn’t make you bad.” He tried taking a step closer to her. She took her own step back.

“Darvin Hemmingway, do you recall what happened three hundred eighty four years ago in this valley?” Menzoberra asked with cynicism dripping from her whispers. Her ears were tinged magenta.

“That’s when Strahd took over, but what the hell does that have to do with our current discussion?”

The drow woman took a breath before starting, “I was born here three hundred eighty four years ago. Strahd has dark, unnatural powers. I have dark, unnatural powers. Has it gotten through your brain yet, Darvin Hemmingway?” Her scarf started falling from her head. She was too distracted to notice. “I am an abomination.”

“And yet, that has nothing to do with your character. In case you haven’t noticed, not everything from Barovia has been a monster,” Darvin declared. He attempted taking yet another step closer to her. She didn’t move, only glaring down at him as he got closer. “Flowers grow, as well as toads. That doesn’t mean you’re a toad.” He averted his eyes from her glare. “...So to speak, of course.”

She kept up her glare. Menzoberra opted not to respond. Perhaps hoping to intimidate Darvin by her stature enough that he would drop the subject and leave her alone.

“Ireena is your friend. Are you saying that because she too has been cursed by the powers that be in this valley that she is also an abomination?” He looked back at Menzoberra’s piercing gaze. “You never seem to treat her that way. You’re one of the only ones in this party besides her brother that has actually bothered to treat her as her own person.” Another step, and he was even closer to her. An emotion Darvin could not exactly catch flashed over her face in a quick second–blink and you would’ve missed it. “Whatever your curse may be, you have proven time and again that you are a good person at heart. And that, to me, matters more than whatever you think happened that day, three hundred eighty four years ago.”

Menzoberra’s face flushed a dark magenta, accentuated by the light of the fire. It was an expression Darvin had never seen color her face before. She looked almost…ashamed? Embarrassed? She wanted to argue, but the words wouldn’t leave her mouth.

Seeing this, Darvin gently took her hand in his. “Sit down,” he whispered softly.

She did not protest and took a seat on the cold, damp grass next to him. She turned away from him. Her gaze moved to the dying fire in front of them that provided little warmth or light at this time of night. I should add more wood soon, she thought. Though, the fire did little to help herself specifically, being a drow woman.

My chest feels tight. My arms feel weak. My legs feel unsteady. My palms are sweaty. 

[the-grimsqueaker]

So my character has died in the campaign I was in for the last 4 years, my second character anyway.

This character I bought in was a character that was my first character ever and she died to a death knight in curse of strahd, her soul being sucked into a sword full of a vortex of a million screaming souls...tonight Felrayne has fallen in Chult and her soul...has been trapped...in a vortex...of a million screaming souls.

...SO IF I HAD A NICKEL FOR EVERY TIME THIS SPECIFIC CHARACTER HAS DIED AND HAD HER SOUL SUCKED INTO A VORTEX WITH A MILLION SCREAMING SOULS I'D HAVE TWO NICKELS, WHICH ISN'T A LOT BUT IT'S WEIRD THAT IT'S HAPPENED TWICE.

[lalonderose]

d&d posting in tags. session ended less than an hour ago my brain go crazy

[sapphim]

so in the curse of strahd campaign I'm running, the rogue and the wizard have already played parts of cos (mostly end-game content, they joined late) run by a different dm, and the paladin has been playing d&d since he was in diapers. so I've been gleefully fucking with them.

anyway, tonight the party met mr count strahd von zarovich for the first time, along with two of his side hoes (rahadin and ludmilla, iykyk). now mr von zaddy is such an iconic d&d vampire bbeg that he is literally namedropped in the paladin's divine sense feature. he's that bitch. so the paladin uses her divine sense. and I describe in lurid detail the overwhelming undead aura she senses, far more powrful and ancient than anything she's encountered before.

the paladin's player says "ok, cool, what about the other two." now mind, he is the group's usual dm, and ran the very first game of d&d I ever played. anyway I say "oh, the men? you don't get anything off of them. just the woman" and there's a beat. and he repeats "the woman." and with the utmost air of innocence I confirm. and then I get to watch his face BSoD. glorious.

[somelazyassartist]

Okay I probably won't be very active for the next couple hours cuz we're playing some more Curse of Strahd tonight but!! I realize I forgot to post the player character's actual references before I started just posting random doodles of them lmao. Anyways here's Ailbhean the Bugbear, Kiyah the Harengon, and Sapphire the Fairy!!

(note this is not size-accurate as sapphire is like 2 feet tall, just zoomed in versions of their references for better quality lmao)

[lilyisfrozen]

Update #4, 9/2

How crazy its already September! On 9/6, it’ll be my four month anniversary on AO3! I’m thinking I post a new one shot on that day. If the plan goes through, its going to be a busy writing weekend! 

Haunted: Because I absolutely exhausted my writing energy on Monday, seeing how I wrote a 15.5k word one shot in a day, I did not start chapter 21 yesterday as I planned. I got busy and I was just straight tired. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about it. I do believe I have a solid idea for events in the chapter, so writing it shouldn’t be too difficult. I will start on it tonight. If I can get a third of the way through it, then it should be up by Saturday. Saturday is the goal anyways, but I would like to get as much done as possible tonight and tomorrow so I can work on this other one shot idea.

Sweet Dreams: Seeing as how exhausted I’ve been the last two days, no progress was made! 😂

Buster: This is the one shot idea I would like to work on for my four month streak on AO3. Its an Akaza/Reader fic, so I think my fellow Akaza simps will be pleased with this.

Wedding: Working title for the final Sesshomaru/Reader fic I plan on writing for a while. Its mostly done, just sitting in my notes waiting to be edited. Once I’ve finished, I expect it to be posted soon…ish! 😂

Me, my sister, my mom, and my best friend have begun our Curse of Strahd D&D campaign! Between writing the campaign, prepping, and other shenanigans, no writing will be done on Tuesdays and I can expect very little on Mondays from now on. 

My late start classes for this semester of college also start next week, so it’ll be a little hectic for me. If I only post one update for Haunted next week, I hope you can forgive me! While I’m not working, I’ll be practicing my instrument in place of that, so that’s another time sucker. I wouldn’t be surprised if going forward, one update a week for anything would become normal. Which is a shame because I would like to update Haunted once a week. I’ve been in that grove since June and have managed to keep up with it. If I do so, after Buster and Wedding, there might not be anymore one shots for a while. 

You know what! My goal is to post both Buster AND Wedding on 9/6! I know I can do it if I hyperfixated on the monster that was Dreams Come True! 

Which means…I have maybe 20k words to write in four days. Yeesh. Wish me luck!

[princesshalfdemon]

anyways tonight in curse of strahd

[corseque]

So here’s a vampire romance update I was asked to write up: I’m the Dungeon Master running a Curse of Strahd campaign for my friends irl, which is the famous D&D campaign with vampires. I changed the plot so that one of the Player Characters would be the reincarnated love of the main vampire antagonist (in the usual game, this part is played by an NPC)

Anyway, I was excited but a little worried to thrust one of my players into this situation and I was hoping it would go well. Well, tonight they met Strahd and it went SO WELL. He was being his usual imperious self, harassing this group of level 3 characters with a group of 20 wolves, teaching them manners. Then, when the PC who was his reincarnated love took her turn, he (shocked after seeing her up close) used a Legendary Action to just go to her and stare at her in shock. “It’s you,” he said, a ghost of emotion in his voice. “You’ve returned to me, at last. After so long. I’ve waited so long.”

The player was very confused, and kind of deer-in-headlights, saying she’d never met him.

He takes her hand all vampire-suave, and sounding completely sincere, beseeching. “You may not remember, but I would know you anywhere, in any land. Tatyana, my love. Come with me. You must come with me.”

“But my name isn’t Tatyana, it’s Thia.” (The character just happened to be named so similarly to the name of Strahd’s canon love! Everyone at the table started hollering about how similar the names were.)

“You are Tatyana. Come with me, now.”

At this point, Thia fled inside the church, and Strahd whipped the others a bit for fun, and finally left. The player said she was shocked by it and she wouldn’t have thought of it, but it also fit her character’s story (she picked the back story of “a dark star has followed you your whole life”). She also wondered out loud “maybe a way to stop him is if I go with him?” and said it was a little creepy... but very interesting.

I really like this change!! it seemed to personalize the conflict that would normally be a little removed from the party, between Strahd and an NPC. Everyone seemed interested in the development and recognized the trope, and it invited a player more into the narrative who usually has a playing style of taking notes without asserting herself into the story. I think it was 5/5 star change all around, and I’m excited to see what they all do.

It’s also very very fun to play Strahd!!! I was getting a little emotional, begging that player. But then the next minute he’d be toying with the other players like fish on hooks, and the contrast was so good.... bad wizards.... I love bad dark wizards in love......!!!!!!

[currycurrie]

I updated Lady Wachter’s stats for the Curse of Strahd campaign I’m running. My party are a bit high leveled for most of the Vallaki story beats, and are expecting a pretty pivotal boss battle tonight. Stats are based off of the CR 6 mage from the Monster Manual with different spells and a new ability thrown in.

The idea for this boss fight came from the fact that the party didn’t really get a chance to explore Wachterhaus at all. The plan is to have Lady Wachter teleport from room to room through the house. I wanted to introduce some general puzzle elements into the boss battle to keep it fresh for my players. All of Lady Wachter’s spells were picked to up her mobility and stall out my party as much as possible, as opposed to raw damage per round. To keep things interesting and up the challenge rating of the encounter I also added an ability for Lady Wachter to summon imps once per round based on the Conjure Woodland Beings spell. My hope is that this will keep combat flowing as Lady Wachter disappears and reappears a lot, as well as give players a chance to explore the house a little. 

Anyway! Stat block is below! Feel free to use, and if you do please let me know how it went in your campaign!

[elvensemi]

The Curse Ongoing (Part 2): The Fortune Teller

Sometimes I write things for my D&D campaign. Weary uses a neopronoun because using they/them was too goddamn confusing in the context of a group, and you all just have to cope with that, okay.

[Part One] 

Weary had trouble believing they'd actually gotten out of the town of Barovia with so little trouble... in the relative scheme of things, in any case. Some wolves, which had gone poorly until it hadn't. Ey ran idle fingers across the letter they'd found on the corpse in the woods that the wolves had been so curious of. From the old Burgomeister, about Strahd. Pieces of a puzzle, but ey already knew what the picture would look like when it was done.

And now ey was here, in some tent with an old woman who knew who ey was, knew who they all were. Why had ey agreed to a fortune reading? Ey knew eir damn future already.

She gestured to the card on the right. "This card tells of history. Knowledge of the ancient will help you better understand your enemy."

"Sounds neat," announced Chara, reaching forward to flip over the card. It was eerie to behold, a hooded figure looming over two undead with pentagrams on their horned skulls. Weary wrinkled eir nose in distaste. Ey needed no occult arts to tell em eir enemy was a damned undead. Didn't they all know that by now?

"The Necromancer," the old woman informed them. "This card represents unnatural events and unhealthy obsessions; those who follow a destructive path... A woman hangs above a roaring fire. Find her, and you will find the treasure." Her voice had gone weird, neutral and droning, her misty eyes had grown mistier. Ey did not care for it. Then, she gestures to the card closest to em.

"This card tells of a powerful force for good and protection, a holy symbol of great hope." Ey perks up, curiously, reaching out to the card. Ey hadn't been certain ey'd take part in this little game, not when the children seemed so interested, but a holy symbol certainly caught eir interest. Ey flipped it; the card underneath bore an image of a large man, some kind of lord by his garb, pointing at a thin man, who was hiding a dagger behind his back.

"The Traitor," she told them. "Betrayal by someone close and trusted; a weakening or loss of faith." Ey stiffened, fingers curling hard enough they nearly tore the corner of the letter. Eir jaw twitched; she'd seen eir symbol, even knew eir name. She was surely doing this on purpose. As if faith had ever been eir strongest suit, hmph. "Look for a wealthy woman. A staunch ally of the devil, she keeps the treasure under lock and key, with the bones of an ancient enemy."

That boded ill for em getting eir hands on that holy symbol, then. Ey wanted nothing to do with any ally of the devil in Barovia. Disinterested, ey looked away, scowling. The others, however, were entranced as she gestured to the card on their left.

"This is a card of power and strength. It tells of a weapon of vengeance: a sword of sunlight."

"Weapons are my strong suit," announced Zur-snag, who had been watching curiously from Weary's back, leaning onto eir shoulder. Now he scrambled forward; Weary leaned forward accommodatingly so he could flip over the card. It showed a picture of an odd man holding a mask, winking and smiling.

"The Charlatan... Liars; those who profess to believe one thing but actually believe another." No one here, ey suspected, but ey couldn't help eir eyes from drifting slightly over to Phin, the young paladin who stood in the back corner, arms crossed and scoffing. "I see a lonely mill on a precipice. The treasure lies within."

They all perked up in unison at that. "The mill!" Chara exclaimed. "Lil G--"

"She just said his name," Weary said, frowning.

"That was a name? I thought she was dying."

"Chara!"

"No, I get that a lot actually," the boy in question, more often called Bambam but more accurately called an adorable little brat, interjected.

"Anyway, you got a deed for a mill, didn't you? In that fuck--"

"Language," Weary said, automatically. Chara rolled her eyes.

"In that weird house," she corrected, then stuck her tongue out at Weary.

"Yeah, I totally did! It's legally mine now and everything!" Bambam said proudly.

"There is only one mill in Barovia," the fortune teller, Madam Eva, informed them.

"I guess we're going there first," Weary decided. "Do you know how to get there?" This, ey directed at Madam Eva.

"Follow the road." It was Weary's turn to roll eir eyes. There was only one damn road. No shit they'd be following it.

She gestured next to the card closest to her. "This card sheds light on one who will help you greatly in the battle against darkness."

"Oh, new friend?" Horse asked curiously, reaching forward to flip the card over. They were still in their marionette get up, mask and everything, but it didn't seem to bother the fortune teller at all. The card was as unsettling as the first one had been, a gaunt, cloaked, undead figure on an equally gaunt mount, wielding a sword.

"The Horseman! Death! Disaster in the form of loss , a horrible defeat, or the end of a bloodline."

"Oh, great, it's good news," muttered Phin sarcastically from behind them.

"I see a dead man of noble birth, guarded by his widow. Return life to the dead man's corpse, and he will be your staunch ally."

"Um," Weary said, clearly uncomfortable. "That's actually kind of the opposite of what I do, so."

The woman simply gestured to the final card. "Your enemy is a creature of darkness, whose powers are beyond mortality. This card will lead you to him!"

"Finally, the good part!" Bambam exclaimed, moving forward. Wincing, Weary blocked his hands, which prompted a very angry glare. Ey didn't want to know where Strahd was, except maybe in order to avoid em. If this lady thought otherwise, she was out of her mind... well, she clearly was at least slightly, ey supposed.

"You can barely see onto the table, let alone reach," Weary said. Not a lie, though a rude observation. "Let me help." Ey lifted the child--always so light, alarmingly so--onto eir knee, then flipped the card over emself. This card held the picture of an androgynous figure in tight clothing, a fan covering half of their face, smiling eyes looking over the top.

"Ah." The woman grinned wickedly up at him. "The Tempter. One who has been compromised or led astray by temptation or foolishness." Eir jaw twitched in irritation again, more at her grin than anything. And this was meant to be a card for a child? Ey held the boy a little tighter, glaring back at her. "I see a secret place-a vault of temptation hidden behind a woman of great beauty. The evil waits atop his tower of treasure."

A place to damn well avoid, then, though Bambam lit up at the mention of a 'tower of treasure.'

"Let's go there!" he announced.

"We'll go to the mill, if it's on the way." Weary said firmly. Ey stood up, placing Bambam back onto the ground. "Why don't you go see if the Vistani would be kind enough to share their food and camping spot with us tonight?"

The others filtered out, murmuring amongst themselves about the reading, already debating meanings. Weary stayed behind, eyes drifting over to the old woman.

"Madam Eva, was it?"

[trpg-dingusmaster]

yawning portal

the dm of Official Event is going to keep his usual day in the rotation as far as I know but ALSO take every other sunday to run this game.

although, he seems to have switched from these stand alone adventures to ones from actual modules? So he had us make new characters for the yawning portal module? either after we finish these or maybe on sundays? he’ll be running curse of strahd, which will get new chatacters also- the teens were exceptionally restless tonight so i missed a lot of details about dates and times and whats going on when... also the game started a half hour late and ended a half hour early because of this. we even had to pause half way through and literally go through a code of conduct spiel??

 so, now I’m playing an scourge aasimar warlock, I picked fey pact but I can still change it if I want to, I didn’t use any sub class specific spells or abilities yet so its fine I think. I might change it for the subclass spell list, another might be more useful  and we have a other spell casters who can do those spells on the fey list  (sleep, faerie fire, calm emotions, plant growth, ect)anyway if we really need them. I might chat with the dm about it see what he thinks.

I WAS going to be a blue dragonborn paladin, because I thought we needed a healer and I didn’t really want to be a cleric again? but the dm thought it would be better if I didn’t. he said because hes never had a group with that sort of character before and was curious how it’d play out but also I think he wants the other players to try different classes and learn to make better in game choices? so far they mostly seem to pick the same classes and same types of characters, the species are pretty much the only thing that differentiate the characters but even them its pretty much only aesthetically different and pretty interchangeable. if they need a healer hopefully the druid will pick up the slack or they better think through running blindly down hallways screaming for no reason. I typically pick healer only because no one else wants to do it.

so, the party is:

elven wizard?

human druid

tabaxi/cat person ranger?

goblin rogue

aasimar warlock

(new guy didn’t show up I assume work? or maybe got tired of the chaos like the other two who left)

the story is we were hi to openred by a lady to find her missing children, we found an underground citadel which lots of people go missing in and fought our way through rats and goblins and skeletons to find a door thats probably where the big bad is hiding? so we need to go explore some more to find stuff.

also when we arrived a rolled a history check and found out the citadel was once full of dragon cultists probably, and most of the destruction to the structure was caused by a dragon by some specific name I cant remember. I have no idea if thats relevant to what were doing but, I’m proficient in history so what the hell.

if my character can land any hits I’m the strongest attacker, but I’m pretty squishy, 9hp, 12ac. I was pretty sure I’d be rolling a new character after the second encounter.