#a wandering bard. like a dnd character

[steadybeat]

If I wrote the origional hadestown and someone edited it to the broadway version I would fucking shoot them dead

[brucewaynehater101]

DC has an in universe version of Dungeons and Dragons, theirs is Wizards and Warriors, the name is less cool due to lack of dragons but a pass is given because alliteration

Tim canonically plays and has used it to get his civilians friends to help him brainstorm plans without letting them in on secret identity stuff

Tim (not canonically but wouldn't be surprised) plays it with Young Justice, he is generally the DM but sometimes Greta takes over or on rare occasions Red Tornado is available for a one shot campaign, Tim keeps track of everyone's schedules and hosts the sessions at the most convenient location for all of them depending on multiple factors

Bart makes minis for all of them and usually has to borrow dice from Cassie

Cassie has so many sets of dice, Tim funds her addiction to pretty dice because she always gets him a set that she thinks he'll like when she looks for new dice for herself

Kon creates the most detailed backgrounds and is generally the one to bring snacks to the sessions, he has tried cheating rolls with TTK once but he was caught and suffered from disadvantage on all rolls for the rest of the session

Cissie doesn't have the time to play very often but sometimes she'll drop by and be a drop in character that in game has been cursed to be forever lost and wandering so if her character isn't there, it's because they managed to get separated from the group to use the bathroom or something and ended up on the opposite side of the country and it takes them a bit to find the group again

Anita doesn't have time to play very often either and sometimes she has to bring her little parents who Tim lets roll the dice for monsters in the game, Anita's character is charged with tracking Cissie's so anytime Anita's character isn't there it's because they're on the trail of Cissie's character

They have a character ready for Slobo just in case

Greta always plays bard and in almost every campaign her bard has inspired people to revolution and general chaotic behavior, the others almost wish that she'd do the typical seductive bard thing after the third time that she managed to convince a group of goblins to unionize which caused them to somehow be better at their job which was in direct opposition to the party but respect that Greta isn't comfortable with that, she does manage to work in a rick roll to nearly every campaign at least once

The Slobo one almost made me cry, ngl

I don't know much about DND, but I loved this so much.

YJ missions are already so chaotic. I'm curious what their sessions are like. I also would see them putting some of their missions in their campaigns just to make fun of how ridiculous or whack they were

[girlwtdragontattoo]

Yandere Bard x Reader - a Dream come true

Universe: Baldur‘s Gate 3 or DnD

OC Character Elphael

hey y‘all

i wanted to finish this but I‘m suffering from insomnia so i will continue it at a later date. See it as the amuse-bouche for the actual smexy time.

Summary: your childhood, musical friend Elphael is madly in love with you, fantasizing about you in secret and planning to make you his. He finally makes his move and you’re curious to try.

Warning: 18+, explicit language, sexual thoughts and tension, making out, touching, obsessive behavior, dub-con

Read the previous parts here:

1, 2, 3

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A few days passed. The way you touched him, the closeness of your face that night… he had almost felt your illustrious lips. It had to be. You adored him, too.

He fell into his creaky chair, exhausted from the evening. The band had performed for a roudy group of knights, who kept demanding more songs and faster rhythms. They had been rude, making disgusting comments about both Elphael and you. His blood had been boiling to the point he almost broke his instrument. You had calmed him, explaining that he only needed to get through a bit more, before you scored a huge sum of money.

The drow questioned if the gold was worth the vitriol. Sure, it was more than usual. But their vile words swarmed around him, edging your sweet ones from before out.

He stared at his reflection through his fingers. They had confirmed his own thoughts again: he was gross. Debased. Ugly. His belief that you could ever love him too seemed like an old, distant dream. He stared at his hair. It was a knotted mess from the performance. His grey eyes wandered to the comb on his table, where long strands still lay tangled within it. He didn’t feel like taking care of it. Why bother?

You knocked three times.

Elphael sat up instantly, recognizing your pattern. His body shook. You were here.

“Come in?!”, he answered, straightening himself and searching for something to do when you walked in. He grabbed a make-up brush and held it awkardly.

You opened the door slightly, standing in the doorway and smiled gently.

“Hey. You alright?”, you were wearing your sleeping attire. Long set of loose blush pants and a black buttoned top. Even like this, you looked divine to him.

Elphael cleared his throat, realizing he had been staring for a bit too long without answering and putting the make-up brush back where he found it.

“Uhm… yeah. I guess.” He gestured for you to come in, the excitement welling up in his stomach. You obliged, closing the door softly behind you.

You approached him with a resting kindness on your face.

“Rough night, huh?”, you observed the way he was sitting, across the mirror, where he usually spiraled. You knew the stupid comments of the knights got to him.

Elphael tried to look elsewhere, but your eyes kept drawing him in. The tenderness in your voice made him want to grab and feel you.

“Yeah…a bit…”, he answered hoarsely. He let out a brief sigh, his fist balling tightly thinking of what he wanted to do to you right now. You were in his room. He couldn’t really remember any of their insults.

You believed the frustration was about the knights. You stepped a bit closer, looking at his hair. It needed tending to.

“May I?”, you picked up the comb, plucking the old hairs out as you waited for consent.

Elphael’s heart thrummed eagerly. He wanted to scream.

“O-of course!”, he turned towards to mirror, as you stepped closer to his chair.

You held onto the ends of his hair as you gently led the comb through it. The scraping and slight ripping sounds were all either of you could hear at first.

As you worked your way through the tangles, Elphael closed his eyes, savoring the gentle tugs and the soothing sensation of the comb against his scalp.

Elphael found himself relaxing more and more into your touch. The tension in his shoulders began to melt away, and he closed his eyes once more, savoring the gentle ministrations. The way your fingers carefully laced through his strands, sometimes brushing his ear or chin. It made him almost lose it. He wanted to turn around and hold you, smelling your lovely skin.

“Is this ok?”, your voice was silky, as you brushed a bit more thoroughly, worried he might be in pain.

“It’s heavenly…”, he breathed out softly, forgetting himself.

This was it. The confirmation he needed. He would tell you today. He had to.

“I know it’s not easy, Elph,” you continued, “but it makes me so sad to see how their lies get to you.”

He had forgotten about the knights already. You were all he needed.

“It’s ok, I’m fine now…”, his words were almost a whisper. He felt himself grow, aroused at your gentle touch.

“Are you sure? I saw your face as they were shouting. I hate that they speak about you like that. It’s disgusting!”, forgetting yourself, you tugged his hair slightly.

It made his lower half quiver. If he opened his mouth now, he would let out a moan. So he decided to bite his lip to contain himself.

“All I want to say is…”, you realized how tight your hold was, so you let your fingers drift through the brushed sections to check for missed tangles, “you do not deserve such treatment.”

Elphael was listening, but his mind was already imagining other scenarios. Your hands tangled in his hair as he drilled into you.

As you finished brushing, you started threading his grey tresses into an elaborate braid.

“There we go”, you concluded your work.

Elphael opened his eyes finally and almost forgot to look at what you had done to his hair. Instead, his eyes were fixed upon you, dreamy and hungry. He shook slightly and turned his head, when he noticed you waiting for a reaction.

The drow's fingers traced the intricate braid, marveling at its complexity. The now silky strands were woven together in an elaborate pattern, reminiscent of the celestial tattoos that adorned his skin. He turned his head from side to side, admiring your handiwork in the mirror. The braid caught the flickering candlelight, creating an ethereal glow around his face.

"It's beautiful," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection.

“Like you.” You smiled, your eyes twinkling with pride. He felt his organs explode. You thought he was beautiful. Your words were muffling in his ringing ears: "I'm glad you like it. I've been wanting to fix your mane for the past few days, haha.”

You wanted to. Those words bloomed within him.

You bent down and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing your cheek softly against his in a sweet embrace. You were happy to see the comfort return to his face, after an evening full of disdain.

Elphael couldn’t help it. He lifted his face and let his nose take a deep whiff of your scent, sighing shakily. You smelled so sexy.

This took you off guard and you released from him rather quickly, staring at him in the mirror. What in the Hells was that?

“Did…did you just sniff me?”, you didn’t know how to process what just happened. That’s something lovers do, not friends.

Elphael stood up quickly, his eyes filled with a mixture of raw panic and pure adoration. He had to come out with it now. You had to feel the same way. You were just scared, because it was new.

Elphael's heart raced, his grey eyes burning with an intensity you'd never seen before. He took a step closer, his voice low and husky.

"I-I can't hide it anymore," he stammered, hands trembling at his sides. "Every time you're near me, I feel like I'm on fire. Your scent, your voice, your touch - it drives me wild."

You took an instinctive step back, eyes widening in shock. "Elph, what? What are you-"

He pressed on, words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "I love you. I've loved you for so long. Every song I write, every note I play - it's all for you. You're everything to me. Gods, and I’ve wanted you - all of you. Your body, your heart, all of it. I know you want it, too…"

He was stepping towards you slowly, noticing that you were edging for the exit. He couldn’t let you leave.

Your mouth fell open, struggling to process his confession. This couldn't be happening. Elphael had been like a brother for you.

“I- I… Elphael…what…”, you stammered, unsure of what to reply. The desperation in his voice made your stomach drop. He suddenly towered over you, the size difference between you two making your hands shake. What was happening?

“Elph, I don’t…I don’t know what to say. What are you-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the drow had grabbed your face and pinned you against the door you were aiming for. His eyes were wild with greed. He pushed himself into you and you felt his bulge press up into your crotch.

“Elphae-”, you wheezed.

“The way you touch me, look at me…”, his voice was laced with lust. Why were you trying to leave?

He pressed closer, pinning you more firmly against the door. You turned your face away as he tried to kiss you.

"Elph!," you commanded, bellowing into his ear with firmness.

A flash of anxiety overwhelmed him. The sound of an angry tone from you shook him in his core. Releasing from you, Elphael staggered back, his eyes wide with horror at what he just did.

The wild hunger that had consumed him moments ago drained away, leaving only a sickening horror in its wake. He watched as you pressed yourself against the door, your chest heaving with excited breaths.

"I-I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice cracking. "I don't know what came over me. I never meant to-"

But the words died in his throat as he saw the look in your eyes. Confusion and worst of all, unfamiliarity. You were looking at him like he was a stranger. The realization hit him like a physical blow, knocking the air from his lungs.

“Y/N, I’m…”

You put a hand up to stop his stammering. He hushed instantly and fell down to his knees, his hands outstretched in defeat. Not being able to take the silence between you, he lifted his head once more to continue his begging.

“Please, I won’t ever do that again. I would never hurt you, Y/N, never. I can’t believe I-”

“Stop talking,” you whispered. The drow fell silent once again, snivelling pathetically on the dusty floor. His head faced the wood, hiding his wet face.

You stood there, your back pressed against the door, heart racing as you stared at Elphael kneeling on the floor. Your mind reeled, trying to process what had just happened. The shock was still there, but as your eyes took in the sight of him, other strange emotions began to stir.

Elphael's head was bowed, his long silver hair falling in a curtain around his face. The braid you had so carefully woven was coming undone, wisps of sparkling strands framing his features. His shoulders shook with silent sobs, the muscles of his back rippling beneath his thin shirt.

Despite yourself, you found your gaze trailing over the curves of his body. You had always known Elphael was attractive in an objective sense, but you'd never allowed yourself to really look at him this way before. He was your friend, chosen family, after all.

The rush of his strong grip, it had awoken something in you. Unable to process the gigantuan feelings within you, you turned and opened the door.

You heard a faint “No” wheeze out of the drow. He rarely cried.

You paused in the doorway, your hand trembling on the handle.

The soft sounds of Elphael's muffled sobs tugged at something deep within you. You couldn't just leave him like this.

With a deep breath, you slowly closed the door and turned back to face him. Elphael looked up at the sound, his grey eyes red-rimmed and glistening with tears.

As you drew closer, you could see the constellations dusting his lavender skin, the way his long lashes caught the light. He looked pathetic, but a flash of that starved face glaring down at you whizzed across your mind. You had never experienced someone longing like that for you.

You lowered yourself to crouch before him, your heart pounding. "Elph," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

The sound of the sweet nickname in his ears made his breath cease.

"Elph," you repeated, your voice trembling slightly. You reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing your hand on his shoulder. The contact sent a jolt through his body. He wanted to grab you again, but swallowed harshly, expecting another rejection and not daring to scare you away like that again.

You swallowed hard as well, your throat suddenly dry. "I... I've never thought of you that way before," you admitted softly. "But maybe…"

The drow's breath hitched, his body tensing beneath your touch. A glimmer of hope returned to his wet eyes. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the intoxicating scent of sandalwood and starlight that always clung to him.

Your eyes met his, and in that moment, something shifted. The air between you crackled with an electric tension you'd never felt before. Your gaze drifted to his lips, slightly parted and trembling. Without conscious thought, you found yourself leaning closer.

You stopped yourself briefly, but curiousity was running miles within you.

Elphael remained perfectly still, hardly daring to breathe as you drew near. He could feel the warmth of your breath ghosting across his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His hands clenched at his sides, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation and restraint.

He was confused. On the one had he was over the moon that you were even attempting to give in to him, on the other he wasn’t sure if this was reality.

His eyes were frantically flitting between your curious eyes and your lips that edged towards him. It took every bit of him to remain still and not crash into you, forcing your lips into his own.

Slowly, achingly, you closed the final distance between you. Your lips brushed against his, feather-light and hesitant at first.

Elphael let out a shaky exhale, his eyes fluttering at the moment he had dreamed of for eons.

His lips were surprisingly soft, tasting faintly of the ale from earlier. You pressed closer, deepening the kiss slightly as your hand moved to cup his cheek. You could feel his body trembling, the insane amount of desire desperately trying to relax and not burst through.

A low groan rumbled in Elphael's chest, the sound vibrating against your lips. His hands clenched back into fists at his sides, every muscle in his body taut with the effort of restraining himself. He wanted nothing more than to pull you against him and pin you to wooden floor, dry humping your body and lapping up your lips.

Elphael's entire world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of your lips against his. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat stretching into eternity as he savored the kiss he had longed for through countless lonely nights. Your lips were impossibly soft, like velvet petals brushing against his own. He could taste the lingering sweetness of honey mead on your breath, mingling with your natural essence in an intoxicating blend. The scent of you enveloped him - rose and rainwater and something uniquely, beautifully you. It made his head spin. You were everything he ever wanted and more, and he was getting to experience you for real.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Elphael's restraint finally broke. With a low growl, he surged forward, deepening the kiss as his arms wrapped around you. One hand tangled in your hair while the other pressed against the small of your back, pulling you against him as he straightened himself up.

You gasped at the sudden intensity, your lips parting. Elphael took the opportunity to sweep his tongue into your mouth, tasting you fully. A whimper escaped you as he explored, your body melting against his. His fingers were tangled in your hair and pushing your head further into his - if possible. His strong grip made you throb. You never imagined he’d be this rough and that you would like it.

The drow's kisses grew more frantic, desperate. He trailed his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. "Mine," he murmured against your skin between heated kisses. "You're finally mine."

His words sent a shiver through you. Part of you wanted to protest - you weren't anyone's possession. But the primal need in his voice and body language ignited something within you.

Elphael's hands roamed your body hungrily, mapping every curve and plane. He pulled you fully into his lap, grinding up against you as his lips found yours once more. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, messy and passionate.

You gasped as you felt his arousal pressing insistently against you. This was moving so fast, your head was spinning. But your body responded eagerly, hips rocking against his of their own accord.

"Elphael," you breathed.

Elphael's eyes burned with intensity as he gazed up at you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "Say it again," he growled, voice low and husky. "Say my name."

"Elphael," you repeated, breathless. The sound reverbarted in him, eagerness taken. With a fluid motion, he stood, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you to the bed, never breaking the heated kiss.

He laid you down on the threadbare mattress, hovering over you. His silver hair fell like a curtain around your faces, creating an intimate cocoon. For a moment, he simply stared at you, drinking in every detail of your flushed face.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, tracing your cheek and lips with trembling fingers and interrupted himself by kissing you again. The last syllable muffled in your mouth as his tongue swirled around your own. He pushed his groin into yours and rocked himself up and down, creating impatient friction.

This desperation turned you on even more. You’d never felt this wanted by anyone.

He released from your lips and clawed at your shirtbuttons, the quickness of his fingers ripping the fabric slightly. Your chest lay bare in front of him and the drow gaped at it. He let out a shaky moan, seeing you like this before him. You watched as his eyes tried to focus on one aspect of your upper half, but they fluctuated from one part to the other, drinking every detail in.

His hands hovered over your chest, afraid the dream would fade away before him.

Was this really happening?

(will continue in a second part when my brain isn‘t sleep deprived)

[honeycheersfears]

I got inspired by the post with the voices in stp and assigning dnd classes….I’m going to do that with the princesses, specifically chapter 2 princesses. Let me know if you want chapter 3 princesses too!

My gut instinct is to make adversary a barbarian, but I don’t think she has as much rage as her 3rd chapter forms, so I think either a monk or fighter fits her best. Battle master fighter or Way of the open hand monk

Beast would be a circle of the Shepard Druid I think, protecting herself from who she perceives as a hunter

Damsel is difficult because she just wants to make you happy and is willing to do whatever you like. However maybe life domain cleric? Or oath of devotion paladin? Maybe a glamour bard could also work???? A support character for sure.

The nightmare I think is an aberrant mind sorcerer, being able to control the things around her by just getting close and killing someone just by slightly touching them.

I don’t really know what the prisoner would be. She’s colder and more collected so maybe a rogue? Assassin rogue could work I suppose but I don’t really think it fits her. Does anyone else have any better ideas?

Razor is another difficult one, rogue and fighter are my best bets. I think she’s more akin to a rogue but she’s not a stealthy rogue. Maybe inquisitive or mastermind for her subclass

Specter is a phantom rogue, makes sense to me. Also the wails from the grave is just something cool she could totally have

The stranger is all of the different classes all at once. She’s really talented.

Tower is definitely a sorcerer to me! Probably with a divine soul subclass especially because of her power and self-importance

THE WITCH!!!! I can only see two different paths for her! A Druid or a Ranger. For Druid I think she would either be circle of spores or circle of the moon? For Ranger I think she would be gloom stalker or get wanderer

[nobody-nexus]

DND AU: A New Look! (+New Characters)

I decided to revamp the look of the DND AU crew! Underneath the art will be a snippet about the character in the AU as to give you some insight on the plans I have for it

With her memories stolen by the false king, she wandered for the longest time, her destruction of property being seen as a threat. She was imprisoned for a few short months before she was being transferred to another dungeon... Until Jax accidentally stole her cell alongside many other goods. She now hides in plain sight as a jester for the fantastical airship circus under the name 'Pomni'- one that she doesn't know if it's her real name or not

Once just a simple seamstress in a town, her simple life was ruined for the worse when a mouth faced demon had appeared and set the village into chaos, leaving some burnt and others cursed- Ragatha being one of the poor cursed souls. Her body was eating away at her when she was running from the town as she fell down, the god Tyr finding her and helping her. She turned to help the god, becoming a cleric under Tyr's name. She joined the circus later on, becoming a sort of magician for the airship

Adopted son of Luna, Jax has never known anything outside of the airship. He's lived his whole life there, seeing the world pass him by as he just let it happen. He learned quickly how to pickpocket, lockpick, steal, bargain, basically anything to help give more money for him and his family. He even kept it up when he knew they had more then enough money to spare

Once a well renowned bard and, Gangle couldn't be any happier. However, that would change when the false king wanted to test a new artifact known as 'The Tragedy Mask', a mask that latched onto Gangle's face and couldn't be removed. The false king sent a bounty for the mask, leaving Gangle to leave her bard life behind, even becoming a ranger in the process. However, her acrobatic work in the airship circus makes her feel better

The past of this man isn't known well. Kinger seems to be obsessed with the idea of being being a king, even to the point where he won't respond to ANYTHING else but 'Kinger'. He loves bugs, and it seems to be the only reason for him to be a druid. Although timid and flighty, his bugs seem to entertain the crowd at the circus enough

Not many knows about Zooble's creator, a seemingly mad man who wished to make a war forged with no budget. Powered by a multitude of magic infused crystals, the instability of it all made the accidental death of their own creator not much of a shock. Almost like a freakshow performance, Zooble just wanders around the airship to 'perform' and let others react to them or even convince people to give them money for 'tricks' (they're just war forge functions)

Once the king's head bard, but now a deadbeat who lost their original job (and may have been cursed with lycanthrope by the false king), Kaufmo is the head clown, storyteller, AND announcer for the airship circus. Quite the handful of jobs, hmm? Despite him being tired all the time, he's not actually that bad to be around

The two heads of the Fantastical Airship Circus, these two sisters of Summer and Luna are the ringleaders of the place, doing their best to keep the crowd entertained. Luna is more kind and understanding while Summer is stricter and to the books, however they seem to get along nonetheless

The False King himself, Caine is a demon in disguise- taking the place of the true king to give himself more power then any other demon. His ringleader get up is both a mockery as it is a love for the art of a circus- especially since everyone around him seem to be in one

DND AU stuff will be coming out slowly and surely! I love this AU and I hope you do as well

[kyred]

I'd like to hear more about your dnd characters, I love their designs

Aight, first up the main 2! Shriek, my Kenku Death Cleric! He wields a cursed longsword that seals away the souls of those killed by it and gains power from that. On his other arm is a tower shield that's nifty. He wears adamantine armour and is VERY tanky as a result.

His entire deal is he was from a kenku village in the woods distant from most major civilizations/cities, so his hometown has a kenku made sign language! He was banished after stumbling upon a dark secret within the church, sold off into slavery, his home being burned down as he was carted away, and the head priest smiled towards him cruelly. He was branded and discarded when he lost his use, thrown off a cliff and left for death. Clinging to life, somehow, he was saved by a small group of travelling clerics, awaking in their church, bandaged and healed up. His wounds healed overtime, save for the branding which was done in the middle of his back.

After that, he went on a journey of vengeance, planning to burn down his former town. Which usually lead to him getting lost and turned around as he didn't know much of where it was since he never left it before so.

Eventually he ends up going to court, alongside a few others for random and petty crimes, and talked not only his own, but everyone else out of going to jail.

Over the year he's known them all, he's gone from edgy and murderous to a dumbass who casts ray of sickness when he can. Oh also he went from skin and bones to a borb so there's that.

Curtis!

Angry, grump raccoon, former orc(pig orc cause we love them more) cursed into racc. Now he's on a quest to undo it all! Time paladin with the hopes he can rewind himself if he gets strong enough.

But wait, there's more!!!

Esper, Kobold Bard, Former pet looking for his family.

So, his egg was bough by a rich family as a gift for their kid, and was raised in a decent situation. Him and the kid are buds, despite the. Power balance of master and pet. Kid grew up and went "hey, do you want to be free? find your clutch, even?" and esper went "yeah sounds neat!" so yeah. Never really got to play him past a few sessions..

Grizz, Ursine Artificer, Trying to find a way home.

A wanderer who found himself in a world not quite like his own, left with questions on how or rather IF he can even get home. Currently making a device to blast a hole into the fabric of reality to see if that works or not, regardless of the cost.

Silver, Tabaxi Barbarian!

Not much with him, he was kinda made for a dungeon crawl but he was hot so I want to give him a proper background besides idiot who left town to go on adventures.

Bahmet, Dragonborn Rogue, went on an adventure as a young adult and realized OOPS IT ISN'T FUN.

In the campaign he was in (like most of these, the DM either abandoned them part way or they died/off screened left), he became a highway bandit after years of hardships from trying to be an adventurer. He was in a terrible state when he tried to mug a sea captain but was later taken in, be it out of pity or genuine interest he doesn't know. This happened to him like a decade after he left his cozy village.

Bahmet had a loving family who was supportive of him going off on adventures and he just ended up sucking at it really bad!!! The captain taught him how to NOT suck and, another decade later became the ship's boatswain. He now writes letters to his parents and several siblings about how his adventures are going and how he misses them...

THERE, the lore on almost every DnD character I've had. The other 2 I've played were never fleshed out so they're just, a half orc, and dragonborn ranger. Kinda wish I had but, the games they were in were dropped by the DM pretty fast, alas. I had a tabaxi sorcelock prepped incase of emergency but never needed to pop him out.

I REALLY love making new characters, and sometimes even end up making them based on songs. Shriek, for example, is based upon the mind electric! He was a stable, happy lad until he was subjected to abuse after being delivered and carried away.

Grizz is, tbh, based on Mr. Grizz in a lot of ways.

Curtis honestly came to me by accident cause I wanted to play a furry in a campaign but didn't want to be weird even if it was with other furries. He was originally a HUMAN turned tanuki!

Esper and Bahmet were both just, I wanted to be a funny lizard man planning classes that do NOT compliment them AT ALL.

And Silver was just made over a week when Shriek died in a previous campaign (from the same DM who had a tendency to drop campaigns partway through...)

Not sure if I went on for a little too long but, yeah! That's all my boys that really matter tbh. Love em all pretty equally and hope to give them all a chance in the spotlight someday.

[sugar-omi]

If you are interested, can you plz share how you see the Our Life (1+2) characters as DnD classes and races included? 😆⚔️🍃🏹

Im craving Our Life with some medieval whimsical vibes, Baxter dancing with swords, Derek singing with bar goers while MC goes pickpocketing the villains, Cove as a MERMAN living his life like Ariel. So many wonderful thoughts wanted to share ✨️✨️✨️

okay this took so long bc i know nothing abt DnD so i did a bit of research!!! my friends have talked abt DnD and i never understood but knew it was smth cool n involved alot of creativity, but now i just think this is sm cooler <33 anyway im not creative at all rn so im referencing everything from this website im using👍

tags : Fluff, 'Dungeon and Dragons' headcanons + drabbles, cove is the only one w hc's for if you're dating (+ qiu kinda?) i couldn't think of dating hc's for everyone else in this world as well but you could imagine some of the hc's that way

synopsis : DnD races and classes of ol:nf & ol:ba characters.

qiu:

okay I couldn't decide but qiu is half-elven.

(his dad is so whipped for his elf wife<3<3<3)

i can't really think about what class he'd be in, but i think i could see him as a bard

he's the laziest bard though 💀 and thus is mostly a wanderer.

qiu will wait until they're on their last coin and then will go perform

would perform a very good show while MC pickpockets the assholes that were disturbing the bar just a moment ago

otherwise, he just performs for you and his friends.

they'll have/be at a party with all their friends, and will perform some type of magic trick to entertain everyone

qiu will sing you little songs, read you poetry he wrote while watching you sleep that morning<3

for any important dates like birthdays, or anniversary (if you're dating), etc., they'll do a cool magic trick and perform a elven dance that he learned from his mom

tama:

human! BUT. she's a druid

she loves the forest, the forest loves her

maybe a bit of sorcery as well? idk how this works lol

she has a little house in the woods omg

goes foraging and learns lots of sorcery stuff from ren

will show you how to cast cool spells

also you're the first person she comes to show you any new spells she learns!!

you two beat up any bandits/criminals you come across

renee (/darren):

human and like i mentioned in tama's, is a sorcerer

!!! wants to be like her mom in canon right?

i think she's a teacher n teaches young sorcerers/wizards

baxter:

isnt baxter special. just crossovering worlds 💀💀

anyway.. he's an elf! is also rogue...

bringing baxter's issues/trauma into this DnD au as well <3

you find it very weird that a elf is on his own, but ignore it ofc and befriend baxter anyway

after much warming of baxter's cold heart, i imagine he settles in some civilian town or nearby and opens a bar!!

and every night its full with laughter and good music, and occasionally he'll come out from behind the bar

(honestly, he's mostly just cleaning the glasses and looking pretty <3)

and he'll pull you or one of your friends into a dance

omg imagine its not just a bar, its also a bed & breakfast

of course he's decent enough at cooking, so every morning he lays out a nice breakfast for his customers

derek:

knew this was derek insantly!!! he's half-orc

orcs dont have horns, do they.... well they do now

(realizing he's more Oni than anything in my head...)

anyway i need you to imagine arataki itto and if u don't know who that is Please find the beefiest fanart of him n thats derek LOL

derek grinning with his fangs and he's like 7 feet tall and buff, covered in scars.... yessir <33

i imagine he's a wanderer, but before that he was a cleric.

derek always helps people, he's very reliable but i imagine he's tired and somehow ends up working for baxter!

he's chef during the day and security at night!!!

no fighting in baxter's bar/diner unless you want a ass-ful of derek's boot <3

i also imagine when he's not running the place with baxter, he's helping the towns folk

the kids love him

they make flower crowns and run to the bar/diner to give them to derek <3333

ofc there's that one shy kid who offers one to baxter! bc they think he's really cool!!!

cove:

like you said he's a merman!!!

mmm, but i also imagine he can shapeshift into a "human"

(this is some ariel shit isnt it LMAO)

(also im imagining mer!cliff x human!kyra. mmm, i wonder if she'd be a bard? or maybe a healer, cleric maybe? why do i wanna write a whole fic on this now....)

although i imagine he needs to stay hydrated to stay on land like that. so please remind him to drink water when you're out n about otherwise he'll turn back into a fish in the middle of the market LOL

(you've learned this the hard way

!!! imagine if there's some way for you to come into the sea as well, be it a air bubble or potion of some sort and you have lil underwater adventures/dates n cove shows you all kinds of cool things <3333

he brings you lots of pretty things

if you like jewelry, he has his dad help him string up some pearls into a necklace or bracelet. or even better an anklet

+ if you're dating/crushing on each other

he'll do his little mermaid mating and courting rituals

like bringing you food

(will show up on your doorstep in the middle of the night w a big fish he caught or some breakfast derek smuggled him (cove doesn't keep many coins since mer-currency is more like sand-dollars or smth like coins made out of ore only found in the sea. the ore is good for nothing else than to be coins LOL))

OH MY GOD HE CAN CHIRP N SHIT

will chirp n shrill and do other cute mer sounds that you don't really know what they mean sometimes

COVE: *watching you dreamily* MC: *flustered from the staring* what?... COVE: *flirtatious chirp*

[pseudocyance]

I'm a demisexual, trans dnd player :D I'm not aroace or nb, but I still play dnd :3

I play an ace tabaxi bard who was exiled from her hometown and now just kinda wanders around, kinda like my OC Sulane but as a bard, ace, and cat :3

She just got shoved in this adventure and just wants to be left alone to her music T~T

My current d&d character is a tabaxi bard too!

Her name is Snake who Sings Balads (deeeefinetly not a hunger games refrence) and she is a 45 year old storyteller. She's a rune carver that sells her protective sigils to travelers. She's trans and bi!

[nelyoslegalteam]

please tell me about your dnd campaign, stranger

hi hi hi hi hi hi hi do you have any idea how happy i am to get this ask. you have activated my trap card this is going to be SO long i am sorry in advance but The People Need To Know About My D&D Campaign.

so we’re playing in Adventures in Middle Earth, which is. supposedly a Tolkienverse-specific 5e mod but frankly it’s robust enough to fully count as its own system if you ask me. like it has its own guidebooks, character sheets, premade adventures, and features mechanics that 5e just straight up doesn’t have. it’s like if 5e were actually good. anyway. may i present to you:

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ The Mirkwood Campaign ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

so what, exactly, happened in the intervening years between the events of the Hobbit and LOTR? we did, BAYBEEEEEE!!

we are:

Murdoc, a hobbitish warden (adventures in middle earth’s version of a bard), played by yours truly!! raised in the shire and eventually moved out to the middle of mirkwood by an eccentric uncle who idolizes bilbo baggins, murdoc is the heir apparent to the brandybuck family inn. unfortunately for murdoc, he has developed extremely nasty prophetic dreams and is now burdened with the ability to see the future! a skill that has definitely left him with a very normal relationship to his new day job of Being An Adventurer!! i am unhinged and have uh. Talked About Him A LOT If You Care To Read This, but he is full of murderous rage and also tea and loves his friends very much. he also, more recently, surrendered himself as bait to the great werewolf plaguing mirkwood, trusting completely that his friends would come and save him. he was right. they did. and he lost his right hand in the process. :)

Ríros, an elven warrior (aime version of a fighter), played by @jaz-the-bard. tall, buff, sunshiny, and an absolute himbo. ALSO loves his friends VERY much and this is KEY. unfortunately for ríros, he is a redhead, and that does cause problems in a world where maedhros feänorion once existed. (stranger, i am so sorry if you are not one of my silmarillion regulars and did not know what you were getting into by asking me, a silmarillion blog, to tell you about my d&d campaign, and now have no idea who or what the fuck i am talking about). ríros is notably not maedhros though! he isn't even noldorin!! maedhros is a ghost who lives in his sword (and who is also played by jaz)! and who also maybe kind of accidentally possessed him one time, if you wanna read this here for a better explanation of ríros mostly but also all of the above.

The Bearer, a human slayer (aime barbarian), played by @thymo-leonta. grumpy old man. unwilling father to all these young and stupid adventurers he’s been stuck with. are they all adults? yeah sure. they’re still Children. we are making him go grey. also full of murderous rage. looks like he's running from his perfectly normal, happy, loving family. is actually acutely aware of the fact that he has been doomed to die. killed the werewolf that took murdoc's hand. as a consequence, became the werewolf that took murdoc's hand. has two dogs, both named Dog <3

Déorwyn, a human wanderer (aime ranger), played by @shadowkat2000. resident party Horse Girl. a fellow sufferer of The Bad Prophetic Dreams^TM. because this is not quite unfortunate enough for her, déorwyn Hears Dead People. apparently our GM gives her extra secret bonus ghosts that the rest of us do not hear or know about! this being the source of her foresight makes her pretty distinct from murdoc, despite them both seemingly suffering from the same thing, in ways that i have LOTS of emotions about. her horse is named windrider and Their Bond Is Unbreakable uwu

and @potatoobsessed999, our obligatorily Extremely Ominous GM!

(we are also occasionally joined by Ioreth, a human treasure hunter (aime rogue), whose player is unfortunately not on tumblr. a founding member of the party, has earned the epithet The Feral, mostly loves to hang out in the woods by herself, look for shiny things, and cause chaos. as a beorning, she CAN astral-project herself as a bear. it rules. once got possessed by a ringwraith, probably holds the most compassion for characters who have been through similar out of any of us. is usually covered in mud.)

initially in the employ of radagast the brown, a tenure that did not last due to murdoc's insistence that saruman is evil (i mean. yeah lol.), we're a group of adventurers traveling mirkwood with the aim to defend it as sauron slowly gathers power. we are

very

successful at the Fighting And Killing Things part of this

we specialize in:

lugging unconscious bodies through the woods!

lugging DEAD bodies through the woods!

lugging EACH OTHER'S bodies through the woods!

lugging things through the woods in general!

setting things on fire (usually murdoc's fault)!

making fun of our enemies so bad they just give up!

INCLUDING the ringwraiths (shoutout to ríros)!

serving annoying politicians subpoenas!

murdering them like the one time it was totally justified we promise!

accidentally convincing the council of mirkwood that murdoc's inn is a small fiefdom!

being generally cursed (except for ríros) (he just looks that way)!

HIRE US to take care of whatever problems are happening in YOUR local cursed forest! wights? patricidal politicians? generally awful politicians? sauron? the same fucking werewolf again? it's definitely just tuesday to us!

you can count on

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ the union of murdoc ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

anyhow, jaz is absolutely wonderful and has written several fics of our party, including (but not limited to):

Cooking Contest for the Free Peoples, based on an in-game conversation about beating sauron at competitive cooking,

In Which There Are More Ghosts, which is not canon to game but is in fact Extremely Representative of the exact kind of nonsense we get up to (campaign's haunted),

A Stranger With a Friend's Face, a canon to game horror story of how ríros got slightly possessed, the party acquired maedhros, and neither murdoc nor déorwyn managed to explain the presence of the vengeful ghost residing in murdoc's scepter and bullying him in his dreams to any of the rest of the party right up until this very moment,

and this wonderful drabble from the horror arc in which we were isolated inside of a haunted longhouse. complete with party memes here.

there's more, and i am going to a.) pick on jaz to add them if they can find them, and b.) pick on my beloved friends in general to Please Help Me Infodump About our Game!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Top to Bottom, Left to Right: Murdoc, the Bearer, Déorwyn, Ríros, Ioreth]

[cabco]

I am at work and unfortunately cannot watch the party stream SO to curb my normal and healthy enthusiasm for tomorrow here is a list of every ii character and what class think they’d would be in dnd (keyword be, not what they would want to play). Because I was bored.

Mephone: School of conjuration wizard

Mepad: Way of the sun soul monk

Toilet: Storm sorcery sorcerer?

Apple: Call of the land druid?

Balloon: Oath of redemption paladin

Baseball: Oath of devotion paladin

Bomb: Artillerist artificer

Bow: College of spirits bard

Knife: Path of the zealot barbarian

Lightbulb: Wild magic sorcerer

Marshmallow: Life Cleric

Nickel: Inquisitive rogue

OJ: Vanilla fighter

Paintbrush: Pyromancy sorcerer

Paper: Order cleric

Pepper: Wizard, school of illusion

Pickle: Way of mercy monk

Salt: Wizard, school of abjuration

Taco: Arcane trickster rogue

Box: Undying warlock

Cheesy: There is no comedian bard class but in my heart one exists for him

Cherries: Fey wanderer ranger?

Fan: College of valor bard

Microphone: College of whispers bard

Soap: Banneret fighter

Suitcase: Circle of dreams druid

Test Tube: Alchemist artificer

Tissues: Vanilla cleric?

Trophy: Path of the battlerager barbarian

Yin-Yang: Archfey warlock

I like ii a normal amount

[toseeclearly]

Ive asked this for the parkdale haunt crew but now I'm curious for the woodbine gang

Who'd play what in DND?

I don't count this as spoilers because all the characters we're introducing in the main cast have shown up (in S1):

Bea: Owlin Ranger (Fey Wanderer). She went, "Ooh, owl person!" and there was no looking back. Grace: Elf (Eladrin) Bard, School of Glamour. She is not above picking a character who's an absolute babe, like she is putting all her points into Charisma and you cannot stop her (and Wisdom, Strength be damned. Don't need to be strong if you can charm your way out of a problem, darling!). Rhys: Fuck it, Plasmoid Fighter (Psi Warrior, because it sounds COOL). He's a goo dude! He can't be punched! How would you even hit goo? Exactly, he's unstoppable. Lennox: He just wants to watch and quietly judge you. He's also an absolute rules lawyer but he never actually explains this issue, he just watches and smirks and makes these little "hmm" noises. Absolutely infuriating. Also he'd rather be playing Vampire: The Masquerade, if only to make Rhys uncomfortable. He actually thinks the whole thing is stupid, but he enjoys it in a tacky sort of way, like watching a bad movie. Hollis: Warforged Druid (Circle of Blight), like just a confounding choice. But they show up with a character sheet for a lvl 10 character and they do not give a SHIT that you haven't levelled up that high, get good or die. The Maestro: The Maestro is an Expert at ALL Magic Arts, including Dungeons and Dragons. And he is... a Halfling Twilight Cleric. Optimised for all needs! Huzzah! Alden: Half-elf Artificer (Artillerist). Practical sounding, also vaguely nuts. For some reason, he's also made his character like, 7 feet tall. Just an absolute birch tree of a guy. Aurelius: Kenku Paladin (Oath of Glory, he picked Kenku entirely to annoy Alden). Both incredibly funny and an absolute terror at the table. I don't know how you play dnd to win, but by god he's trying.

[postoctobrist]

Alice, first of all let's get the formalities out of the way. Insert whatever sexually charged threat you like here. Now I'm nosy can I hear about your DnD character?

My D&D character is a 6’9”, 450lb magically created war robot made out of hardwood, stone and occasional bits of metal. He’s a bard because he was created as part of an army, specifically as its piper. The bagpipes are functionally part of his body and sound like a jet engine spooling up. He has no memory of his creation or of any others like him, but his serial number (and name) is 0000002, which suggests the existence of at least one other. He has spent the past 100 years wandering the earth searching and playing occasional gigs in pubs or busking.

Oh also, his eyes are made of crystal and they kind of flicker like the read/write light on a computer when he thinks. I love him.

[caffieneaddictt18]

Outta Pocket

"As you guys leave town, you see a woman in what appears to be red silks with various blades strapped to different parts of her body, holding a man above the River of Souls. A river, which you all know, is famous for killing whoever is dropped into it." Brennan describes the scene.

"I would like to roll an Insight check." Siobhan/Maiko the Kitsune Rogue spoke, holding up her d20 die.

"Ok. Go ahead and make an Insight check for me," Brennan says.

A clattering of die on table is softly heard through the dome and Siobhan's cringe is seen. "A 3?"

"Yep. Everything seems normal. This is fine. But this is the River of Souls, and scary lady is wearing a bunch of very sharp knives, so you begin to question whether this guy is okay."

"Okay. I want to slowly approach and kind of listen in."

"Alright, make a Stealth check for me."

"A 16."

"You are hidden in trees and can only be seen if someone really tries to find you. You could hear the Kings messenger on the way out of town, of course, so he is louder than before, and you can kind of hear what the stranger is saying." Brennan narrates what conditions Maiko is in.

"'PUH-PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! THE KING OF REGALIA ONLY MEAN TO SEND YOU A MESSAGE!' The messenger is going to make another charisma-saving throw..." Brennan rolls a d20 die behind his curtain, "'You know the saying: 'Don't kill the messenger!' And he begins to relax as he is then set upon solid ground by the stranger in red."

"I turn to leave and tell everyone what is going on." Siobhan as Maiko narrates what she does now.

"Great! Now, what happens next?" Brennan looks at you.

"I want to give him this false sense of security and just brush at his shoulders, kind of like superheroes do when they dangle someone over a roof and bring them back up just to do that and then dip out, but I want to say... 'I do believe in killing the messenger. You know why? Because it sends a message.' And then push him into the River of Souls." And a small pause ensues where everyone is looking at you in shock.

"Whoa..." Emily/Anabella the Human Bard says, looking at you, then Brennan, then back at you.

"THAT IS THE HARDEST SHIT I HAVE EVER HEARD." Lou/Oswaldo the Half-Elf Cleric slaps the table while everyone just looks at you in amazement.

"Okay! Hey, Y/N! Wanna introduce your character to the party?"

"Hey guys. I'm Ivy. I am a Blood Hunter Tiefling. I was originally a mercenary for hire but now I am a wandering traveler just trying to right the wrongs of society. In the most violent way possible." You introduce yourself to the group.

What a fun beginning to a DnD campaign.

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No because why have I thought to start a campaign and use this as my opening line? Any-who, I have a LOT of drafts and a load of writers' block to get over, so I may be posting quite a few times. Have a great night! Bye!

[black-performer-blog]

Hi-Fi Rush fantasy AU

First of all, forgive me for my English. Secondly, I will be incredibly happy if one of you can tell about your vision of this, adding or correcting some elements. I'm just wondering what other people could think about it.

Let's go.

Okay, Hi-Fi Rush fantasy AU. Almost-like-middle-ages, maybe with inclusions of steampunk and magical technology. In this variant, lost limbs can be replaced with the power of alchemy, just as they can be modified. Corporations could be replaced by guilds, manufactories also could be used. The robots here could be represented as golems, and they could be less common. And maybe I don’t have a good idea of the locations, but I think I know who the characters in this AU could be.

Chai - I think he would always want to be a wandering minstrel or maybe a bard? In instruments he might have a lute or a vihuela, heck, maybe another stringed instrument that I've never heard of. Is it possible that his hand was damaged and did not grow together properly? So when he could afford to start his own life and get a lute, it would be useless for him. So yes, he still doesn't know how to play, but he probably has a bunch of sketched notes for his songs at home.

808 - a golem, or maybe a spirit, capable of summoning people for a short time through a portal. It seems to me that in this version it could have had much more patterns, as well as visible joints in the limbs and any bending parts. Can roll into a ball and roll/levitate. In theory, it would be an indication that Pepermint is associated with the upper strata of society - the aristocracy or alchemists, because the golem is complex. But Chai is still a bit of a dumbass, so he's unlikely to think about this detail.

Peppermint - I'm not sure, she may come from an earl or baronial family, famous for its alchemical activities and inventions. Her image could be similar to a classic D&D rogue with a small light crossbow that could be enchanted. Her knowledge of alchemy may help her deal with magical seals and locks, but she in her position may clearly lack the materials in this version.

Macaron - former head of the Alchemy Guild, whose arms are not replaced but modified to give him more physical strength. It could be his own project, which he experienced for himself. I imagine him wearing goggles and an apron with many pockets where amulets or potions can be crammed to aid and enhance. And of course de a small grimoire on the belt.

Korsika - captain of the guard! I'm sure leather armor and double clubs (or maces) enchanted with electricity would suit her. She worked hard and for a very long time, it can be assumed that she is either just a hereditary guard, or it was her family's business to once receive the honor of standing at the head of the guard of their city.

CNMN - a golem, obviously. However, I have no idea how it is possible to keep a joke and pun with his name in this AU.

Rekka - should be in charge of manufactories. She dresses simply, but with high quality, and her clothes are reinforced, which seems strange to others, but it gives her certain advantages. Rekka would suit the personality of something similar to a berserker by DnD standards, but more tamed (I may be wrong due to lack of knowledge). Her hands have the most demonic appearance of all the characters, and as such, she wears gloves so as not to scare people even more.

Kale - comes from an earl or baronial family, obviously. In fact, he modified his entire body with alchemy, but these changes are only visible when he needs to manifest them (hell, imagine if he changed completely into something similar to the demonic form of Dante from DMS 5).

Roquefort - the head of a Merchant Guild or just a merchant's house? His near-death state could be anything, but I find the lycanthropy option interesting. What if his fading and approaching end would be associated with a beast that would take over him every day, so that his death could be both from the loss of his personality, as a human, and literally from monster hunters. Kale could then offer him a risky option that would rely heavily on luck (perhaps because Zanzo, who was already on Kale's side, suggested such a fucked up idea). And yet it not only worked, but also gave Roquefort full control over his beast... which is very bad for his enemies, especially since this form was later enhanced many times and brought to something almost demonic.

Mimosa - I'm not sure, but something like a court minstrel, managing heralds? She seems to me to come from a relatively noble family, but she is the hardest thing for me to see here. But I just see that her wings have very strong peacock motifs.

Zanzo - current head of the Alchemy Guild. Could have been expelled from there earlier due to his dangerous experiments and curiosity for darker sides of alchemy. It is possible that he is too fascinated by this science and the possibilities it provides, especially for him, to pay attention to what someone considers too dangerous. Definitely does not see sympathy for golems, as well as for robots in the original, perhaps even worse. His arms and legs were replaced with artificial ones, most likely due to a accident during his experiments. He wears an alchemical cloak with pockets and a special belt. As for Zanzo's head - I thought about it for a some time, but it could be something like a hoop helmet with ropes extending from it from some kind of magical material, around which alchemical inscriptions are wrapped. Maybe here they would gives greater sensitivity to magic or let keep more knowledge in mind without constant looking into the grimoire.

[elysiabell]

im attached to my bg3 pc

I gave her a backstory like I would any dnd character and I'm sad about her, so here is her backstory....

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Katya Dlusker

half-elf, she/her, nobel, warlock/bard, chaotic good prob

The Dluskers are a noble family from Baulder's Gate, and her papa Norold sucks. In "canon" or whatever he has no children, but like he's Katya's shitty papa. Her mother is a noble elf from Waterdeep, haven't picked which house, but I might make one up too.

The vibe with the Dluskers is that they don't have money, and papa backed the wrong horse during an uprising. So that's where her tragic backstory comes into play. Katya is not an only child, in fact, she's a twin. Her twin brother Yannick is super dead now.

Her mother and father made a deal with a hag coven, their children in exchange for money, power, and respect. Basically a full 180 in their social status. The twins were left on the doorstep at about age 6, and hags could do as they pleased. The coven consists of a mother and two daughters.

Her brother was forced to stay in bed (or in a very small cage), and was raised for slaughter like veal. Meanwhile Katya was put to work. Yannick didn't last long, he was eaten within months, and Katya's life stayed like that till she was 12 or so.

When she was 12, adventurers killed the mother hag, and now the coven was broken. The two sisters couldn't actually kill each other because of a charm their mother put on them. On came to Katya and promised her power and freedom if she killed the other hag. So little 12 year old Katya shoves the hag into a fireplace.

She wanders back to Baulder's Gate where her father welcomes her back into the family with open arms. Her mother was blamed for the disappearance of the twins and executed, and her father blamed the whole deal on her as well. Norold remarried another Baulderian noble and had several children.

Katya hates her step-mother as she worries that she will kill her or otherwise want to get rid of her. Her step-mother is actually really sweet and considers Katya her own daughter.

Her father on the other hand wanted to move on from his first wife, and first family, still Katya was an asset. She was trained to be the perfect lady.

She grew up into quiet the beauty (I mean look at her and her 17 in char), but years with hags basically destroys your self image. Her father expected her to entertain his allies, and woo his enemies to his side... by any means necessary.

Eventually she was promised to a man in marriage. She doesn't like this guy, at all, but she is desperate for her father's approval. She is 24/25 when she gets picked up by the mind flayers.

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I'm gonna make more posts about her adventures I think cause I am attached.

also i used mods for her face (tav's hair salon and new character creation presets)

[piece-of-the-pie-if]

What race and class do the ROs + C play in DND? And what type of players are they?

ooo! I love DND! (it's kind of funny bc my first thought was that Kin would just say no and call everyone a loser but she'd be really into it once she's pulled in to play!) I mainly used my Tasha's Cauldron of Everything book for this btw!

Dylan──astral elf druid, circle of stars /monk, way of the astral self. Easy going player, engages well in the role playing and takes some notes, but not enough to be classed as the note taker and they're not as in to the acting as other can be! They pull off some of the wildest plans though!

Shay──firbolg cleric, death domain and grave domain. Dice hoarder!! He has a little ritual to do before each session to grant him (and his dice) good luck! He has a dice jail lmao.

Kinsley──half water genasi half human warlock, the fathomless /sorcerer, aberrant mind. She gets really into the acting part of it, she's really good at the emotional beats!!

J──glasya tiefling rogue, phantom (legacy of malbolge). Rule pusher, they read all the books and play so chaotically it feels like it shouldn't be allowed, but it always is! (think dimension 20s emily axford!)

Theo──halfling bard, college of creation. A forever bard, they try to come up with so many different ways to be a bard but they're always a bard lmao. The actual note taker, always have at least one notebook open during a session! Can and will track everyone's backgrounds and secrets!!

C──warforged ranger, fey wanderer. Usually a DM so they get really excited when they get to be a player! They're really good at character voices and always brings some chaos to the table. They have specific dice sets for each of their characters.

doing this I legit could create a whole ass campaign for them and flesh out all their characters, no joke, I have some names in mind already!