#college of valor

[spamminginks]

Ok so I haven't seen anyone mention this just because of the immense amount of chaos happening at the time but I find the fact that Missa was being a bard by spamming on the in-game guitar during the rescue mission on 08/28 and everyone else going "wtf is that sound" just makes crack up so much. I'll be honest I was watching Phil's POV at the time and he was fighting the clown mobs and just assumed it was coming from them but then watched Missas POV and just couldn't stop laughing. It just fits way to well that he would spam play uncomfortable/weird music in attempt to threaten the enemy. On top of that, he kept being in a support role of the group by fishing rod pvp for Phil and then using a bow and arrow at a distance. Dude was just flat out a collage of valor/swords bard and I love that for him

[theadventurersrespite]

(done by the wonderful, talented and amazing @safirasart!)

"Jasper I need you to listen!"

"Lalalalalala can't hear you!"

Jasper here has a new companion! Their name is Vine and they are a being bound to the mace that is desperately trying to get him and his party to go out and seek their brethren out to help stop the world from ending.

Except Jasper is absolutely not having any of this prophecy nonsense and just wants to be left alone!

[elandrawssometimes]

Sku - Character Sheet

[harrycollins]

barding time

[thepaladindragomere]

I wanted to do my half-elf valor bard Lance in a few varying outfits. His street clothes, his masculine formal clothes, feminine formal clothes/his favorite drag look, and his adventuring gear.

[song-of-the-sunrise]

Very very excited to be playing Harker sometime soon with a new player in our group!! I can't believe I've never played a valor bard so I'm even more excited!! (Below the cut is a version with a little bit more information for him plus a shirtless version) Also click the image for better quality because RIP

[cagemasterfantasy]

Bard: College of Valor (5.5e)

Bards of the College of Valor are daring storytellers whose tales preserve the memory of the great heroes of the past. These Bards sing the deeds of the mighty in vaulted halls or to crowds gathered around great bonfires. They travel to witness great events firsthand and to ensure that the memory of these events doesn’t pass away. With their songs, they inspire new generations to reach the same heights of accomplishment as the heroes of old.

Level 3 Combat Inspiration: Starting at level 3 when you choose this subclass you can use your wit to turn the tide of battle. A creature that has a Bardic Inspiration die from you can use it for one of the following effects.

Defense: When the creature is hit by an attack roll, that creature can use its Reaction to roll the Bardic Inspiration die and add the number rolled to its AC against that attack, potentially causing the attack to miss.

Offense: Immediately after the creature hits a target with an attack roll, the creature can roll the Bardic Inspiration die and add the number rolled to the attack’s damage against the target.

Level 3 Martial Training: Also starting at level 3 when you choose this subclass you gain proficiency with Martial weapons and proficiency with Medium armor and Shields.

In addition you can use a Simple or Martial weapon as a Spellcasting Focus to cast spells from your Bard spell list.

Level 6 Extra Attack: You can attack twice instead of once whenever you take the Attack action on your turn.

In addition, you can cast one of your cantrips that has a casting time of an action in place of one of those attacks.

Level 14 Battle Magic: After you cast a spell that has a casting time of an action, you can make one attack with a weapon as a Bonus Action.

@doodl3

[wuddabudda]

Currently 2am (assignments RAAH!), but nothing stops me from the cysova brainrot ^~^ !!

Doodle Info~! Left, Amir and Sasha on a chilly date! Sasha likes it when Amir holds onto him…it makes him warm <3 + College!Au my friend and I have been cooking up! They’re taking a friendly selfie together hehe!

Planning to do some edgy cysova doodles one day…having the itch to actually draw masked cypher and stoic sova. maybe take some requests since I wanna draw them more haha!

[jackass-democrats]

Employers don't want today's woke college graduates. Imagine that.

As always, never buy anything made in china. Don't ever trust a democrat and NEVER leave your child alone with one.

[knickersbar]

University Research Survey on Architecture in Video Games

Hello there!

My name is Nick, an architecture student working on academic research for architecture in video games. For my research paper, I am working on exploring the cultural significance of architecture and environmental design in video games.

The purpose of this survey is to collect data to be discussed for a University course. Data will be discussed in the form of statistics with the exception of quotes from the open-response questions, which will be quoted anonymously if used. This survey will not take more than five minutes to complete. Reblogs would be highly appreciated, this topic means a great deal to me an any help would be also be appreciated! Thank you!

[pliablehead]

Super self-indulgent little piece of writing I did laying out the guys from EE as a dungeons & dragons-style adventuring party, which I have just mailed to @heyjudelaw but figured I’d also share here if anyone cared hehehe

Central among them stands a dark-clad man who draws the eye almost instantly with his towering, statuesque height, and then keeps it, quite striking in appearance and countenance. His dark hair rakes back from a noble brow in an elegant widow’s peak, and with it, two smooth, sweeping devil’s horns, darker still–a tiefling, then, from some high elven stock but some of something else, deeper, infernal. The rake of his horns only serves to make him look even taller. He wears a long, crisp travellers’ coat, its shining buttons left undone along his front; it is perhaps black, perhaps only nearly black, effecting something more subtle and expensive than a stark blotch of pure pitch might in the dappled soft-focus light of the wood. Beneath it he sports no armor, merely a simple knit sweater with a high turtleneck, obscuring nearly all of his tanned skin. It is clear he does not need it: here in what should be at least three days’ rough travel from the edge of the wood, his clothes and slim boots show not a speck of dirt nor wear, and not a single strand of his smoothly coiffed hair falls out of place. Some sort of power beyond the material realm of the forest auras him–the only thing about him that is difficult to look at. Though his eyes are also dark, theirs is a warm, liquid darkness, speaking of more brightness and kindness than the rest of his striking presence might command.

At his side, another—perhaps maybe even tall as the tiefling man, but comporting himself such that he appears smaller, somehow stooped without stooping, his shoulders in an altogether different set. He is unmistakably elvish, though in a rare way of no clear high elf or wood elf bearing, his fine features and complexion betraying neither, his eyes clear but hooded and narrow, as though constantly peering into spaces deeper and further than the planes around him. The singular visage of an arcanist. This elven man is clad in soft cloaks of greys and tans, much more of a place in the wood than his tiefling companion seems to be; and belted around his waist and shoulders are a number of small, esoteric devices that he seems to touch and catalogue with a practiced, almost uncanny ease, finding one and implementing it immediately in almost the same deft, fluid motion. The casual movement of his dexterous hands belies the deep arcane complexity of the challenges they perform, mastered only after years or even decades of study—despite his unassuming appearance, his reputation has come to precede him. Surely this is the wizard Kaines.

Smallest among their number, but by no means slight, stands a man of a much more human bearing, though there lingers just enough in his bone structure and the cool piercing blue of his eyes to indicate some elven heritage within him as well, perhaps several generations back. Compared to his companions he seems almost nondescript by choice, with dark, close-cropped hair and a matching stubbled jaw flecked through with grey, and a posture of almost deliberate, calculated looseness, an alert mind and a keen gaze. He wears light and almost airy raiments, a diffuse shade of blue, as though of a white fabric dyed by hand to perfectly match his eyes, and their monotone palette seems—symbolic, representative of something, perhaps some order he has sworn himself to, or some other alliance beyond his traveling party. Despite the shaded cool of the forest, the shirtsleeves of this raiment are short, as though to give him the broadest and easiest range of motion. Mounted at his waist are a few small instruments of combat, blades and cudgels clearly designed for nimble swiftness rather than overpowering might, though his bared arms are corded with lithe muscle, that same loose but wary carriage.

At the front of the party—stepping forward—

Not the first of them to stand out and command attention, but the one who does so now with the greatest strength and tenacity, good gods, impossible to look away. Like his companion in blue, he appears mostly of human heritage, but whatever other ancestry lies in his blood is not that of his half-elven cohorts, but some more fey or bestial nature, some kobold or gnoll of some deep underforest, gleaming feral about his wild blue eyes, the unsettling too-clean sharpness of his teeth. His brows and the shadow of his jaw are dark, but his head of hair is bleached to blond by some caustic process or by some other clime’s blazing sun, a strange clash, at home in his strange whole. His broad body is clad in textured, dark black underleathers, a wicked pitch-black breastplate and greaves, all underneath some sweeping sleeveless cloak or priory tabard—mist-grey and somber, at its surface, but seeming to ripple with a frisson of hellfire orange and magenta when the woodland breeze catches it, there one moment and vanished the next, preternatural and alarming as the rest of the man himself. Whatever vestments these are that he wears, nothing of the divine realms has lain touch to them. His power, compelling and captivating as has ever graced this wood, stems from something oppressive, ancient, and fathomlessly dark, till it nearly clouds the air around him. Against its weight he seems almost illumined by compare.

And so bidden, you approach the crossroad…

[stvaltiel]

i am, once again plagued by ideas 😭 someone pls give me the ability to focus

[pantestudines]

how to write "i faced a bunch of challenges in college especially surrounding the general lack of money and undiagnosed neurodivergence issues but none of them were dramatic, specific, or unique enough to really mention in a college application essay" in a way that still makes people want to give me funding

[oddthesungod]

i need a D&D campaign to play in so i can stop thinking about new characters i’d like to play lmfao (this is a lie i will not stop 😔)

[azu-rye]

do u guys ever just think. and then u think. and then you think??? and thinking ??? Thoughts ????1??