#UC Celebration 2023

[wall-eye]

Half a comic for day one: fave arc/ roll for au! i rolled podcast au, and when i went to spotify to look at my list, i actively had Midnight Burger open and thats perfect so i had to.

What podcast do i mash with the "train traveling dimensions as she gains sentience and godhood while the staff deals with resulting problems" crew other than the "time space universe traveling diner solves problems with the power of science and friendship and jesus (but in a good way)" podcast?

edit: part two here!

[brekfastserial]

Day 2 of UC fanfest is sunlight/moonlight and if you follow me as a UC fan you know I would do these 2. Dion and Chance make me so soft and tender in the best ways. Something about seeing to Queer people fo color live blissfully into old age makes me so happy. Truly DnD sometimes feels like escapism when I get to daydream about these two.

[bridgetserdocksketches]

UC Fanwork Celebration of Love and Joy

Day Three: Favorite PC | Spellcasting / Martial

imagine hitting rock bottom. your lowest of lows. so low you don't even recognize yourself anymore. and then your sister, who should hate you, actually decides to help you. you not only reconnect with her, but yourself. and now you're ready to turn a corner and atone for what you did during that time. and then - and then - your sister dies. she gets killed by some asshole wizard. and you aren't even there to help. to protect her. what then?

i dunno, man. i just have so many big feelings about second princess isadora eirik

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[uc-fan-events]

The Prompts!

Aug 13: Favorite Arc | Roll for AU Aug 14: Favorite Oneshot | Sunlight / Moonlight Aug 15: Favorite PC | Spellcasting / Martial Aug 16: Favorite NPC | Animals Companions / Familiars Aug 17: Favorite Relationship | Deal / Confession Aug 18: Favorite Guest | Solitude / Party Aug 19: Favorite Fanwork Creator | Free Day!

We are releasing the prompts before the event actually starts so that you all have plenty of time to create something! Over the next week we will also highlight a set a day as a countdown to the actual event, where we will share the Roll for Au table and do an explanation for each prompt.

Feel free to do one of the prompts or to mix them together. Take inspiration in any way that it comes! We cant wait to see what you create, but remember to only post it during the week itself.

[leasdoodles]

I am so normal about them and about this scene from the Battle Royale actually

(this is technically for favorite relationship day but i'm two days late 'cause this drawing was a Struggle™)

[hellebore-petall]

Unprepared Casters Celebration of Love and Joy - Day 1

I know this is a couple days late, but here is my piece for the first day! My favourite arc is a close competition between Lives of the Party, The Glacerian Trail, and The King is Dead, but thinking about it, The King is Dead just pulls into the lead!

I decided to combine it with the Roll for AU, and got an 11: Timeline Swap! So here is my take on if Sir Up Ton had succeeded and become the next king of Hyrenor!

[crowwfood]

I didn’t end up doing anything for Themed Week but I think Vic ( @wall-e-gorl) and Quill ( @uc-beepboop) deserve a big round of applause and a huuuuge Thank You for putting this all together!!! I watched as y’all worked so hard behind the scenes between session of our dnd campaign and honestly so much time and effort went into it. Anyways I hope y’all have a great day and had a good UC Fanwork Celebration of Love and Joy. Love you guys /p <3

[ancelineonline]

I did it!

Happy UC Celebration Week! I finished a little bit of fic... I hope y'all enjoy me being shamelessly indulgent over my favourite ship.

[vo1tur3]

UC fan celebration of love and joy day 1

(Im behind !!!!)

I rolled a 13 on the table, so this one was a little out of my comfort zone, so I decided to go old school and bust out the coloured pencils.

(Photo accompanying because the scanner cut off serenity's thumb)

[orithyiaeleven]

UC Fanwork Celebration Day 1 (The early access version)

Day 1 was Favourite Arc / Roll for AU. My favourite Arc is Arc 3, and I rolled Class Swap, so I let the dice decide what each Arc 3 character's new class should be. I then re-imagined their first meeting with their new classes. This is shortly pre-Arc 3 Flashback.

However, I am not quite happy with the story yet, and will take the time to work on it before uploading it to AO3. Because today is the day, though, and technically the story is finished, I will post the current version of it under the cut here on Tumblr instead, and update you once I am happy and have uploaded it.

It doesn't even have a fixed name yet, but my working title would be "A different group of heroes". I hope you enjoy, and the finished piece will hopefully come soon.

The crackling sound of pyromagic mixes with the cheers of people, carried over to Lathe by a helpful little breeze gossiping in his ear. He closes his eyes and takes a moment to taste the caramel popcorn in the air. With a little smile, he quickens his step: Festivities are happening in the centre of Tyle, and he must know more.

Nimbly, he finds his way past the little shops and side alleys. A crowd of people is currently pushing towards the town centre, following the same siren’s call of laughter, fireworks, applause and cotton candy that he is tracking, but he knows the quickest ways around, and how to avoid getting stuck in the slowly moving mass of bodies. He sprints past the little bookstore with a “Good morning, Mx. Shinebearer”, through the backyard of a house that has been empty for ages, past a few spell component stores and the academy students gathered in front of them, until finally, he reaches the town centre. A man dressed in the borderline gaudy garb of a circus director stands on a small makeshift stage built up in front of the gigantic magician’s statue, addressing the gathered crowd with big movements.

“Come, come, one and all! Young and old, people of all shapes and sizes, come and gather to witness the magic and wonders of the Cinderbloom Circus!” More fireworks pop up, displaying flaming flowers in all colours of the rainbow.

“Now, people of Tyle and beyond, witness one of our audience favourites, our star, who has come all the way from frosty Glaceria to present her talents, our ice princess! And remember to come visit our full show and program in Maevir-Eirik-Park, from tomorrow until next week!”

With more cheers, the announcer clears the temporary stage they have set up for a young woman dressed in glittering pastel purple silks. She has a thin, but athletic build, and although she carries herself with the poise befitting her stage name, Lathe recognises the way her chin is slightly drawn forward, and the way her eyes seem to search the crows for someone daring to challenge her position.

Three circus assistants jog up to the statue and quickly arrange some silks to drape around the arms and the wand of the stone wizard, while the acrobat takes out a little flute from a pocket hidden in her garments. She bows to the crowd, looks to the assistants for a quick sign that they’re done, and grabs one of the aerial silks. Within moments, she is up on the statue’s shoulder, dangling her feet, and gives him a coquettish little kiss on the cheek before sliding down again to the tune of her own melody, seemingly falling. Just inches above the ground, she catches herself again, and climbs up the way she came. Her movements are fluid and seem entirely effortless, coming to her as easy as breathing, and all the while she still continues playing the flute as if to underline how little mind she has to pay her motion. Even the way her pastel purple hair falls seems to be choreographed and trained to perfection. She moves through the silks with ease, somehow finding grip on the smooth fabric. All of it seems so in sync, it’s captivating.

Her performance is only a few minutes, but the crowd explodes with cheers for her as she is finished. She gives a smile, together with a head movement that seems to say “see, I told you I could do it”. It fits her stage name, but again, Lathe recognises the signs of someone who had to prove herself all her life. While the announcer reminds the crowd again to visit the full show, the purple performer is already going backstage again, and Lathe follows. Instead of an actual backstage area, the circus has rented an empty store as their dressing room. Before the young woman enters, Lathe manages to get her attention.

“Excuse me, Miss! Can I talk to you for just a second?”

“A second, sure, how can I help you?”

“Lathe Nightrym, my pleasure, truly, what a wonderful performance-“

“Oh thank you, sir, I am always happy to inspire people.”

“You have definitely done that today, my dear. Could I ask you, would you be willing to join a little adventuring party?”

“Ah. Right. I, uhm, I am very honoured by your request, but I must say no. As the circus is travelling around quite a lot, it is simply not possible for me to take up any other obligations. But thank you, I always enjoy talking to fans.”

“Please, just think about it.” He hands her one of his flyers. “A small group of friends travelling through all of Hyranor, defeating monsters, saving the world – have you never dreamed of that? Of not having to prove your worth, but having the stories about your heroic deeds precede you?” She breaks eye contact and looks to the side. “Take the flyer, just consider it, for a moment. The adventures we could go on. The stories they would tell. Being invited to court by the Queen, mere hours after defeating a monster. I am currently trying to form such a group, and I just know that you would make the perfect addition. I have handed out and put up flyers all over town, and in two days, we will meet at the Brewster’s Potions for brunch to meet up. No strings attached yet, absolutely no requirements, just to get a feel for the people, do some brainstorming… And if you don’t like it, you can just leave and go back to this life here.”

She sighs and lets her fingers wander over the flyer. He really did his best to draw the dragon, but maybe in this case it’s not bad that it is reminiscent of children’s drawings. “Alright. I will consider it”, she finally says.

Lathe can’t help but grin. “Amazing. See you in two days, then!” He turns to leave.

“I said I will consider it!”

“Brewster’s Potions, right next to the Gilded Quill!”

Brewster’s Potion, right next to the Gilded Quill, is not empty, but also not bustling with patrons two days later. There is a pleasant drizzle of conversation from the surrounding nooks and tables as Lathe Nightrym sits at the back of the room, waiting for people to show up.

“Are you ordering, or still waiting?”, the server asks again.

“Still waiting, thanks, dear”, he answers with a smile.

“Alright love, you just call when you want anything.” For a moment, Lathe believes to see pity in her eyes. But people will show up, he was just early. He handed the flyers out to at least fifteen people, and put them up in places all around town, someone has to show up.

Mere moments later, they do. The big guy he met at the Academy enters the tavern, and Lathe waves excitedly to get his attention. Carefully, the Firbolg makes his way over to him, the greyish hair on his head scraping the ceiling, his Academy uniform neat, but not freshly ironed. Only when he is already standing in front of the table, Lathe sees that he has brought a friend, a young Halfling woman who seems even smaller, near comically tiny next to him, but dressed in full armour. Eagerly, Lathe puts out a hand, and the big guy shakes it.

“Hello, hello, so glad you decided to come! You’re the first here, and I see you brought a friend as well?”

“Annie Wintersummer”, the young woman answers, putting out a hand as well to greet Lathe.

“Delighted to meet you, Annie Wintersummer. Sorry, friend, your name was?”, he asks, turning towards the Firbolg again.

“Aldrum.”

“Right, right! I’ve met you during the Open Day at the Arcane Academy, truly, what a glorious performance of arcane work you did. And you, Annie – I hope it’s alright if I just call you Annie? – are you a student at the Academy as well?”

“No”, she answers, and Lathe can see Aldrum make the “delicate topic” face. “No, the Arcane Academy did not think my magical talent was… worth cultivating at their esteemed institution. So instead I decided to hone my skills with weapons. I spend my time with technique instead of theory. And my magical gifts can influence my blade as well.”

“That sounds incredibly interesting, would you care to show me?”

“Not inside here, but later outside I can absolutely show you what I can do.”

Lathe smiles with excitement to see what the young woman would show him. Having someone of her size who would be able to run through enemy lines and legs and stab them from behind could be very beneficial, and she seems determined enough.

His smile widens even more as he sees the woman with the pastel purple hair enter the tavern, her eyes searching around. He stands up and waves to get her attention, and she floats towards them.

“You really came! How wonderful, please, take a seat. This is Aldrum, a wizard from the Arcane Academy, who has recently presented a very interesting project on some new protective spells he is working on, and his friend Annie Wintersummer, who apparently is a very skilled fighter.”

“Fighter and warlock. I can do some magic. Even if the academy cannot appreciate it.”

The purple woman smiles and shakes their hands each. “Happy to meet you, my name is Fey Moss.”

It is only then that Lathe realises he never actually heard her say her real name before. “And Fey Moss here is an acrobat with an incredible skill set, truly, I have never seen anyone move that nimbly before, what a performance!”

She nods her head down, as if to indicate a bow. “You might have heard of me as the ice princess.”

“I haven’t, actually”, Annie says.

Fey looks a bit taken aback, although she catches herself with ease. “Well, I am also quite skilled at martial arts, if it is necessary. I would love to see you fight as well, Annie, I think it would be very interesting to see your skillset.”

“Surely, yes. I would appreciate that. I always like to broaden my horizon and learn new styles and techniques.”

“How wonderful!”, Lathe exclaims and claps his hands. “Truly, I am so glad you are getting along already. Let’s get some brunch, and we will get this party going! Excuse me, Miss- we would like to order, please!”

Right as the server brings them their milkshakes and sandwiches, the tavern door opens again. At first, it seems no one entered, until Lathe sits up straighter to be able to see down, where he can track the long ponytail of an elderly Halfling man move towards their table.

“Lathe Nightrym?”, the man asks, looking at him. “I believe you were looking for people with the mind and skillset for adventures?”

Lathe quickly scans the man. He doesn’t seem particularly strong or dextrous, but not frail, either. He wears sun-coloured robes, and there is a certain glint to his eyes that seems almost animalistic.

“Yes, absolutely, take a seat here with us. What’s your name, friend?”

The man gives a polite smile and takes the offered seat. “Diarmad. I saw your flyers around the city.”

“Oh perfect, so they did work, then! May I ask, what kind of skills do you bring to this group? Your robes seem religious, but I cannot see any symbol on them?”

“Right, no, I am a magician, but not the divine sort. The robes are just the kind of garments we wear at my commune. But I was, let’s say born with magic.”

“Why do you say ‘let’s say born’? Were you born with it or not?”, Annie asks, trying her best to cover a probably not too kind remark about sorcerers and nepotism from Aldrum.

Diarmad throws a quick glance over at the Firbolg in his shirt and cloak with the Academy logo, raising a brow, and then turns towards Annie with a much nicer expression on his face, nearly mischievous. “It’s not my first time around. My people have found a way to basically concentrate weak flows of magic in a person through a ritual of reincarnation, so… The weak magical potential of my previous life has been focused into a pretty mean set of magical skills.”

Aldrum doesn’t seem convinced. “And… how exactly is magical talent enhanced through reincarnation? That sounds like it contradicts most current theories on magic.”

“You tell me, you’re the scholar. It worked for me, and that’s all that matters. But you academy people prefer to keep the magic to yourselves anyways, right?”

Annie puts a hand on the hilt of her sword, glaring at the elderly Halfling. “Please don’t talk to my friend like that,” she says in a tone that isn’t a request.

Lathe decides to steer this conversation around as fast as possible. “Alright, friends, I think that’s enough of that, we’re supposed to become a party after all!”

“A party?” A tall person with brown skin and some suspiciously alive and worm-like looking accessories in her hair leans over the half-high room divider between the table they apparently sat at alone, and the table Lathe had ordered. “I love parties, can I come as well?”

“Oh, not that kind of party, we’re trying to go adventuring-“

“Adventures are fun, I love adventures, too!” She smiles, climbs over the wall instead of going around it, despite wearing breastplate armour, and squeezes in between Fey and Annie around the table. Fey looks at the, oh yes, definitely worms, with a mixture of morbid fascination and absolute horror.

“Alright, hi then,” Lathe begins, not too sorry about the distraction from the magic discourse, “and you are?”

“A friend! And a new party member for your group. Six is a much better number than five, anyways.” They smile at all of them.

“…And your name is?”

“Oh! Right! Bombyx Mori. Pleased to make your acquaintance,” she says slowly, tasting out every word in her mouth.

Annie continues the questions. “And you do adventures?”

“Absolutely! All the time! The forest is filled with adventures.”

Now, Diarmad seems intrigued. “You’re a forest kind of person?”

“Yes, definitely, that. I met some very nice trees some time ago, and they asked me for help against disrespectful woodcutters. So I helped them, and then I swore to help all the trees, and protect all the forests, and apparently, when you make an oath, that is really meaningful in this world. So now I have to protect the forests, and I haven’t really figured out what exactly that means, yet, but I have already fought some monsters and that has gone really well for me so far, so I think I might just have become invincible.”

“For sure, for sure”, Lathe says, trying to not show his disbelief too much. A paladin is something their party could use. Whether Bombyx Mori is the perfect addition or the last missing piece for a perfect disaster, or possibly even both, he isn’t as sure of, yet. But it’s worth a shot. Especially if they actually have some experience already. “Alright then, let’s order some more milkshakes for the two of you, and then I can already tell you about a potential first adventure.”

[rowan-the-dragon]

Day One: Favourite Arc/Roll For AU

I got familiar and person switch places, and choose arc 3! So I decided to give Charles self esteem issues lol

[wall-eye]

"dogs playing poker" but make it "uc familiars and animal companions playing fantasy uno with mage hand for those who need it"

Going around the table starting with Storius on the far left we have: Storius, Normal Man (and Definitely not Pork and Beans in a trenchcoat), [background cameo of @Kori_Dearest's designs of Fey Moss and Bombyx in the window spotting the game], Snakespeare on the table, Wilbur looking at Snakespeare's cards, Airycorse, Charles on Airycorse's head, Sugar, Edward, Coco, Tippy, and Ann, with Ringo and Monty up on the lamp above

[brekfastserial]

On Day 1 of UC Fanfest I went with my favorite arc which is arc 9. I loved the characters, the plot and that twist at the end but this line stood out as one that I thought was so great that I think about it from time to time. Revolution will come to Hyranor one way or another and a Mori will have a hand in it

[bridgetserdocksketches]

UC Fanwork Celebration of Love and Joy

Day Five: Favorite Relationship | Deal / Confession

dion and lumy's friendship is so important to me and i just wanna see them have sleepovers where they do each other's makeup and discuss their marigold x bishop fics

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[uc-fan-events]

The UC Fanwork Celebration of Love and Joy will take place August 13th to August 19th. That's just over a week away!

To prepare for it, we will release the list of prompts. In the week leading up to the theme week, we will be highlighting each set of prompts for each day!

For those who haven't heard, or need a refresh, the UC Fanwork Celebration of Love and Joy is a themed week meant to celebrate Unprepared Casters and the community that has grown around it. Each day will focus on an aspect of the pod, and we encourage everyone to celebrate together by being extra engaging with all the works created and each other!

Remember, the tag for this event is #UC Celebration 2023! If you have any questions, about the dates, prompts or the event in general, please send us an ask! We will be happy to answer.

Thanks for reading this post! For more updates, please follow this blog. See your works in the tags soon!

[leasdoodles]

Day 1 of Themed Week - Favorite Arc | Roll for AU

Unsurprisingly i picked arc 6, and the AU i rolled was modern AU - so here are four of the characters (i made these two drawings and then got too tired to draw the other two characters jshskcjdj) as what i imagine they would look like in the modern world! I also made them all human because... Y'know... People in the modern world are human

Small details i added: Beryl has glasses instead of goggles, she has one green eye in reference to the green gem she keeps in her eye, Lottie's human colors are taken from the drawing Grace made of what Lottie would have looked like without the ghosts, and she also has a small earring shaped like a candle and a little ghost hair clip at the end of her braid, Kipp's earring is shaped like a shovel (rip), and their antlers are just a thing on their beanie, instead of growing out of their head like in the actual arc.