#I love humans in dnd

[ranger-husband]

J He/Him

Mainly DnD and fantasy focused things, mainly just my fantasy rpg oc’s that I switch between things pretty often (Cass gets it a lot). I’ll probably add a character table of contents eventually.

I only tag reblogged posts with #dnd when the poster themselves has put the dnd part on it, because well there is literally so much fantasy rpg out there.

Arrow to mine own heart is usually poetry and writing, arm is for armor, art is for well art, and other tags idk I might explain.

Posts here are (mainly) que’d

Rough character list:

The Wells:

Morgan Wells, a storm sorcerer. Human, the head of the Wells family. She’s neutral good.

Kailian Wells, a cavalier fighter. Human, he’s lawful good.

Briar Wells is a college of whispers bard (also a news reporter). Human. Morgan signed her as a Stormheart.

Martialis Wells is a inquisitive rogue (hehehe detective), he’s neutral good. Human.

The Varlets ⭐️:

Atlea, she’s Harker’s sister and a loving ranger who’s great at cooking. She’s chaotic good.

Bone Man (Harker) is Atlea’s younger brother. A grave domain cleric. He’s true neutral, human. War trauma to death lover pipeline.

Carmine Levin! She’s a warlock of the celestial. Was in a coma for 4 years. Her alignment is lawful good, she’s a half elf. Her and Harker and besties.

The Actaeon’s ⭐️:

Joyce Actaeon is a gloomstalker ranger, he’s true neutral. Tiefling. (he’s Kailian’s favorite, the Wells raised him)

Likaria Actaeon is a war magic wizard, she’s true neutral. A high elf.

Briar A is Briar Actaeon who is an oath of redemption Paladin. Reborn Tiefling. Lawful good.

Nivah Actaeon is a necromancy wizard, she’s true neutral. Tiefling.

Miscellaneous:

Hurricane Estuary is a sun sole monk, water genasi, true neutral. Likaria and her pirate friends raised him.

Maxilium Colt is an evocation wizard, he’s chaotic good. Human.

Cassivellaunus Trells is a slayer vanguard in pathfinder, and a cavalier fighter in dnd. He’s a dhampir. Whatever alignment I feel like. Has a mark on his right hand saying the day of his death, he covers it with a glove (he pissed off an oracle visiting his mom and his step father’s noble family. His vampire father ended up having more kids for experiments after him (like a lot) and his Mother had like two other kids several years younger than him.)

Baldur’s Gate series (they definitely won’t be on here often, if you’re looking for more bg go to @beloved-ranger):

Faron Ward is a Kensei (fighter in 2e, monk in 5e), he’s neutral good and Gorion’s Ward. Half-elf.

Kane Hanover is a shadow monk. He’s chaotic neutral and the dark urge. Yuan-Ti pureblood.

[judyalvqrez]

there was something really jim henson-esque and campy about how some of the non-human races were portrayed in the new dnd movie that i really enjoyed. they could’ve easily gone the shitty cgi route or just not shown those races up close at all, but no, they said you want a bird man? we’re gonna get you a bird man

[b4kuch1n]

siren

[t1r3dr3pt1l3z]

Hi guys.

I think Usha is leaning into the G13 role in the same way that Dang was leaning into Greg Stocks before he realized it was getting really hard and suddenly not too fun anymore

(which I have a whole other thing about because DAMN does that REALLY speak to me as a former gifted kid that’s now in high school. It’s great to feel useful and smart AND get to have fun with projects that people praise you for, but all the sudden the projects aren’t fun and you no longer feel useful or smart and everything is stressful and school turns from a place you like to a place you dread)

Usha is totally ancient. She doesn’t get technology, even though she needs to use it for her job. She has a granddaughter that she calls for everything, even though Lisa doesn’t have the expertise or time to help her.

And then, suddenly, this hot old man takes her into a movie where she gets to be an insanely smart hacker and help all her coworkers through using technology. She’s finally useful, like she’s supposed to be.

[salokorai]

oh! I forgot to upload her! Another dnd character I created a good while ago. We haven't started playing yet, but I think we will probably sometime in July? I am so happy to have two dnd games again, and I am also working on DMing in September again, too. 👀👀👀 I am not obsessed with this game.

This is Kulshedra, my cavalier fighter! I am so excited to be absolutely useless in caves!!!

[heybiji]

Human Wizard, Lacuna.

ever make a standby DnD character and immediately go feral over them

[meowmedusa]

person who hated what the dnd movie did to tieflings vs person who calls doric their little meow meow (both are me)

[yuelaos-codex]

we need to objectify this man more

[tunastime]

hi i’m here to make you worse, can i get uhhh “it’s fine. you’re here now.” + hiccuping tears into their shoulder with Kalesa and Julian? extra points if Julian is the one crying :]

"It's fine. You're here now." (1076 words) (x)

It's late when the rhythmic sound of whetstone and blade drifts up from the back garden and through the open window of the study. The sound is sharp, distinctly metallic as it should be, underlain by something smooth and careful in the way the metal grates against fine-toothed, dampened stone. Kalesa knows the hands that guide it almost as well as her own—she could certainly tell by the sound that they worked with a precision she'd only now begun to practice with her own blade. The noise is a comfort, even with its oddly steel-tasting sound. It reminded her of fires, and smoke, and laughter. And, even now, with the slight smell of oak wood smoke, it fills her with that comfort, all the way up until the sound of stone clattering against metal breaks through.

Kalesa stands all at once, journal left open and forgotten as she leans out of the open window and casts a wide glance to the firepit, glowing warm red in the early evening light. A cold breeze floats up and through the twisting curtains. Julian, sat quietly, staring into the blade carefully balanced on his knees, clutches his hand to his chest.

Kalesa swallows. Something cold rushes up to meet her, clamoring up her throat even as she tries to steel her resolve and back away without any noise. It takes a moment of pressing her nails to her palm to bring her energy center, and, even then, she falters. They'd both long since cast the cloak of adventuring from their shoulders and yet, whatever he found before she really knew him, whatever lurked behind her husbands eyes when they seemed just a touch too far away to properly read, seemed to linger. Seemed to fester. Not an anxious state. Not a paranoia. A rot that wasn't his. Something only magic could touch.

Kalesa rounds the stairs and steps into the evening greeted only for a moment by the sound of the lake on the shore and fireflies. She moves carefully, shoulders and elbows tense with worry as she rounds the side of the house, careful not to let the anxiety show in the shake of her breath or the sound of her voice.

"Jules," she says, soft and comforting, like talking to a spooked animal. Her hand comes out, right hand, ring heavy on her left, palm out. She steps to him, not slow, but deliberate. Julian's eyes don't leave the blade. Not until Kalesa removes the weighty weapon from his knees, the wrap and hilt warm in her hand from where it used to soak up his, and the fire's, heat. The blade seems to hum ever so in her grip. She isn't afraid, though—not of the blade. Not of Julian. Not even of the weapon in his hands. As Kalesa sets the blade in the grass, Julian's eyes snap up. He gags on a breath as he startles.

"Kal."

"Hi, JJ," Kalesa starts. She smiles weakly as Julian's dark eyes rove her face for some beat of recognition. There's a moment of held breath and silence before Julian's forehead collides dully with her right shoulder with enough force to briefly wind her. She wobbles on her heels, sinks to her knees as Julian crumples into her.

"Oh," she startles, holding fast to the back of his neck, turning her face into it, kissing the clammy skin. His pulse races. He tastes like sweat. "It's okay. It's okay. Jules..."

Julian shakes his head, pressing firmer against her shoulder as he does, curled still around his hand. Kalesa drags her hand down his neck, pushing into thick, corded muscle, trying to force anything to give. She feels him shudder, hiccup, sink into the touch.

"What happened? Where did you go?" she asks, quiet against the soft skin of his throat.

"I don't know," he hiccups, voice wobbling with tears. Her platitudes begin with the space between his shoulderblades, running her hand as far as she can reach down the center of his spine to ground him. Julian's crying is a quiet, sniffling thing. She feels Julian wheeze as he coughs out a breath, as he pulls another tight in through his teeth. Her tail curls around his ankle.

"You don't need to," she murmurs, trying to unclench her jaw, eyes screwed shut. It's been a long time since Julian fell into the half state of clarity, of seeing visions that weren't his, feeling the inky black of the hand he thought was his god reach through him. It had been many, many years since he'd been that weapon. And still, he held himself as if he were the knife's edge, the sword's blade, the downswing of an axe. The same sword that killed now moved in slow motions to teach. The same weapon that crawled out of possession to find the party he loved now cradled himself in Kalesa's arms, worming his way back to warm reality.

She says, "Just be here with me," and Julian's wet sigh makes her feel like he will. Julian sighs again, deeper now, hiccup softer as he readjusts. His hands fall to his lap, and for the first time, Kalesa gets a glimpse at the angry red cut across the heel of his hand. It isn't deep or wide, a thin thing bleeding more than it should, seen mostly from the tacky blood on his wrist at the small stain on his beige tunic. Kalesa takes Julian's wrist in one hand, careful not to jostle too much. She hums once. The sound is a mix of displeasure and concern. Holding his wrist, other arm still curled over his shoulders, she tucks her face into his neck again, sighs once, and says:

"I want to clean this up," and kisses the high of his shoulder.

Julian nods, letting out a damp huff of breath.

"Me too," he says softly. Kalesa smiles against his neck.

"Let's go then," she says, and tugs Julian up with her, limbs tangling, resting and rocking up together, until they both can stand. They both leave the sword and the embers of the fire to their wishes until they return to lay them to rest, in scabbard and soil.

[narsh-poptarts]

First round of DnD NPCs for my campaign B) for legal reasons I can't tell you who these people are (sorry PCs, you'll just have to guess, but iykyk)

[palilious]

Behold, the Heroes of Menedocia!

[fandomtrashenby]

Human! FCG design cause I love them.

Also first time posting in YEARS for a completely different fandom? Whoops, shit happens. Guess i do critical role fanart now

[camarilla-arts]

the fruits. they're just standin around

[twicfy]

I want him GONE. NOW.

(Just started to watch CoS ((on ep3)), this is the 6th LOA campaign I'm at rn. Soon I will be powerful >:])

[neontokyoo]

my favorite thing ever is whenever we do our weekly D&D campaigns, we’re always in a dead end somewhere. So now every time I say something stupid the rest of the party always follows me so here we are, 9 players teaming up to seduce a couple of vampires and a werewolf just because Aurelia (me) here was trying to flirt her way out of being bit and killed because that’s all she knows how to do 😭

when in doubt, just seduce the enemy and they’ll most likely let you go (unless you’re the wizard of the group who keeps rolling straight 4’s with their modifications between 1 and 5) 💅🏻

[ryssbelle]

@spooky-circuits he has me in a chokehold