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Hacso Tho

Okay real talk I know I talk about how cool it is that my dnd character's dad ended up being the literal god of chaos (thanks for that plot twist dm) but like Hacso is literally the best fantasy dad I've literally ever seen; - He once pretended to be a scary guy so this boy Bels had a crush on could punch him in the face and look cool - Literally wanted Bels to inherit these rad chaos vestments, which all happen to be kaleidoscope rainbow colors (thanks for all the pride memorabilia pop your pan daughter appreciates) - Used said items to save The Party by rolling a natural 20 and dragged a patron to limbo for a talkin to - didn't turn Meero into a puddle that one time even tho he was being a rebellious shit. To the god of Chaos. Probably because he knew Bels loved this smart mouthed little asshole but god did he wanna turn him into a puddle tho - Knew Bels had been gaslit by her mother to fear him so used different faces to not make her uncomfortable when meeting up with her, and was really worried when he showed up the first time with his face and repeatedly said he'd give Bels all the time she needed - shows up when Bels nat 1's her religion rolls because CHAOS DAD - once pulled Bels out of a fight with a scary toad monster because "sorry she's mine" - one time couldn't get past a places warding so he literally like climbed through a window then asked us all to turn around so he could run away with our backs turned - when Bels almost got killed by her best friend being mind dominated he showed up all worried like, "Are you okay? D:" and then when she said she was fine he left a rad chaos sword on the table for her - told Bels that if he ever did anything she didn't agree with morally even if she followed his religion he would not expect her to do shit like that, and that she should always be true to herself even if it meant calling him out - encouraged her to be all she could be and become a demigod, but knew how somber the moment was since Bels had lost her first ever friend in the process - literally his power turned Bels into a rainbow scaled dragonborn she is next level gay - knew that Nilus's death hit her hard and told her she could take her time even though the power was right there - probably knowing full well that Bels's mother had always said she'd only be able to be a good hero if she died a martyr, he told her, "Make me proud. Prove your mother wrong." - Like that's so important? Not just because Bels's mom was trash to her, but because he was essentially telling her to live. Good shit. Hacso is the best dnd dad to ever dnd god bless my DM

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“Think happy thoughts,” Hacso said, and Belsaadi could feel how heavy her heart felt in her chest. This moment had been one she had been regarding with some nervousness, some excitement, but knowing what happened to Nilus had filled her with a heartache so strong it almost surprised her. But then, for all the crap she ever gave him, she’d loved Nilus as much as anyone else in the group.

 I knew him first, Belsaadi thought sorrowfully, but she closed her eyes and focused. She thought of Nilus when she first met him, his easy-going smile and quick offer that they should team up on the road, and she’d hated paladins but for the life of her she couldn’t hate him. She thought of their two month long journey together before she even met the rest of her friends. She thought of Nilus’s hand in her own as they boarded the air ship for the first time, his face scrunched up with a sort of nervousness that she had pitied even if the thought now (considering he fell several hundred feet by jumping out of an air vent) made her want to laugh. She thought of Nilus’s face, worried and bewildered as she was brought back to consciousness back in the church. She thought of Nilus saying he could play the lute, and goddammit if he could play the lute. She thought of her quiet exasperation as he looked her in the eyes, grin wide and voice light as he told her they were going to get a pet tiger. She thought of Nilus arguing—pointlessly—with Jack about the note, not quite grasping that how he’d come to have it had already perfectly happened. She thought of Nilus squirreling away mugs like some sort of fiend, of being too straightforward, too honest, to understand that even just pretending to act humbled by an experience could save his ass.

 She’d never forget him, the lovable idiot.

 A small smile, so small, quirked her lips, and she felt something at her back. The feeling of wings. She opened her eyes, focused on Hacso in front of her. He was calm, supportive, as he murmured, “Now breathe.”

 A breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding exhaled from her, and it wasn’t the fire like she could usually breathe. No this was something more fantastic, something grander. Shimmering colors and pure chaotic energy. She took a deep breath inwardly, her head feeling full and her heart feeling strangely warm and broken all at the same time.

 Leave it to me to feel five things at once, Belsaadi thought with a snort of laughter. It wasn’t quite bitter, and she was aware of how quiet everyone else was. Their silence was heavy to her, but she focused on Hacso. She focused on the warmth her memories brought her. She thought of Nilus.

 Yes, she could do this.

 Just think happy thoughts, and breathe.

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today in dnd,

we fought a gelatinous cube that was 100 feet wide, 100 feet tall and spitting out mindflayers and other fun things. inside of it was a portal to limbo. a god trolled belsaadi (my dragonborn druid) so that she couldn’t cast a spell (just for fun) and then the same god used the spell “wish” to turn the cube into a fireball (effectively ending our boss battle and knocking a few of our friends unconscious).

then the portal ended up being an artifact we were looking for and since it was an artifact  of chaos and belsaadi’s father is the god of chaos she was encouraged to grab it. so she grabbed this twenty-sided die artifact which ended up letting her know, that she was just an imaginary person, a character in a game played weekly... so yeah rofl.

one of the players directly talked to her to tell her what his character was planning on doing if she didn’t drop the dice since she was muttering about how everything was a lie, it was all a lie etc. etc. and his character was going to try and grab it from her if she didn’t drop it herself. so, to spare him from the sheer insanity of the damn thing, she dropped it.

thankfully after she let it go she sort of mentally repressed it? and passed out. dm says she’ll have flashes and some sense of it, so that’s kind of fun in a weird way. this’ll be a fun

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Your dragonborn: 8, 20, 35?

Whatwere they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

Yikes, well Belsaadi’s childhood was not entirely what I’d consider pleasant. She was frequently told, by her mother and grandfather, to stop displaying emotion so openly. It didn’t work, mind you. Bels has always been an openly emotional person, though they succeeded in sort of forcing her to not directly accept when things are hard. She’s now got this lovely tendency to shy away from allowing herself to cry, and since her mother and grandfather were so frequently angry with her she tends to consider that the better alternative to things like sadness.

Ifthey were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic orfamilial love, how would they do so?

HAHAHA. This would be hard for Bels, she’s always struggled with her feelings of love (which she feels very strongly), particularly for her party members. She’s had a crush on almost every single one of them, or has thought she’s had a crush on them. Love received is such a new experience to Belsaadi that she sometimes oversteps her assumptions with that situation. Utlimately she’d likely say something to the effect of this; “I haven’t quite experienced romantic love. I know that I’ve felt... admiration for people. Darth and Rowan especially. But I’m not entirely sure that I’ve felt the feeling of romantic love. Something platonic though, that’s easy. The love and bond with my friends, my admiration for them, the idea that they’ll stand by me even at my worst... I mistook it for romantic love a few times, but it’s different. It’s a kind of love you can share with the people who found you, the people you’d call home.”

Howdo they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are theysupportive? 

It depends on the friend. For Rowan, without a doubt she’d be supportive. She’d likely get excited just hearing Rowan get excited. She’d be absolutely over the moon. Devi’s excitement tends to confuse her, but she’ll smile at her and nod and encourage her to do her best if that’s what she needs. Anders doesn’t usually let people know what he’s excited about, but she’d be willing to support him if it made sense. Lian’s excitement would also make Bels happy, she likes seeing him smile and not jump around fearfully so much. As for... Nilus...Yeah. She’s not supportive of Nilus’s excitement anymore. Nilus being excited means things like getting nearly mauled to death by giant tigers. Or pulled into a giant emerald jello that eats people. Or dropped into an acid pit. Or finding him surrounded by extremely pissed off rogues. Or...

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she has scars

She always forgets to heal her wounds after battle. Not on purpose, sometimes she thinks about it the next day, when the wounds have already begun to heal. Sometimes it occurs to her when she’s removing her tunic and she notices that the pattern of her red scales is broken, that there are sharp marks and gashes.

There weren’t many before. She’s usually in wild shape, which is why she forgets that she needs to cast Cure Wounds on herself every now and then. But lately she’s been fighting without the teeth and claws, and there are the times when the wounds carry over. Few as they have been. That does happen after all.

Oh, and the times that she’s hit before she can Wild Shape. Times like her standing, panic-stricken and confused, when her closest remaining friend attacks her with blades sharper than anything she’s used to. She wasn’t thinking about healing herself after that either.