#cursed table campaign

[cappa-cappa]

Dnd is the only thing holding me together bruh

[xtheredwitchx]

The horrors persist but so does the Zaro-bitch

[shorthaltsjester]

re the first three tlovm s3 episode title teaser fr. vex getting [redacted] while standing in front of percy . i will undoubtedly have Thoughts about plot n adaption once the whole season is out but i will say people acting like vex potentially dying again is a betrayal of the arc is . i say this politely. ridiculous. vex’s most common habit aside from haggling and flirting in campaign 1 was being knocked unconscious. she required full ass resurrection spells on four separate occasions. we currently have no idea what the shape of any arc in season 3 will look like beyond broad strokes and teasing shots. if they end up wanting to incorporate the exandrian magic lore of it’s harder to come back each time you die, vex seems like the obvious opportunity to do so. please at the very least save the panic posting for when you actually have something to panic about .

[thrumugnyr]

I just discovered your centaur character Patataj from that gif of him dancing, and I just gotta say that he is super cute, and I adore him! ^^

Thank you! I have to draw more Patataj soon, I miss him!

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

for my Baby's First Barovia table I'm going to modify Strahd's charm ability so that if he targets one of the PCs with it, and they fail their saving throw, they can choose to either:

become Charmed by Strahd and feel like they're his best bud for 24 hours as described in the stat block or

become Strahd's eyes and ears for 24 hours, effectively letting him scry through them for free for the day

hilariously, mind control was one of the few things my players didn't have any problems with on their comfort surveys... but I personally don't want to hand my new players the improv curve ball of "now you think Strahd is rad" and have to enforce it for 24 hours (which could easily be 3-4 game sessions) if they aren't 100% on board with it.

because listen, I'm not going to spring mind control on them when it'd be funny, I'll spring it on them at the worst possible time when the last thing they'll want to do is go along with it.

this way my players can at least choose which sacrifice they are more willing to make, and it creates room for player buy-in on the Charmed condition if that's their choice. and if that's not their choice, they keep full agency over their PCs but have to figure out how the fuck they'll get around being a walking Spy Cam for Strahd for a whole day.

[petalpetal]

have I done anything with these 236 ocs i've made from picrew NO I HAVEN'T

[eruwaedhiel-in-an-impardis]

As someone who was introduced to D&D through Critical Role and now both plays in a local campaign and watches Critical Role like I'm an old white dude watching The Game every week, I am *appalled* (and deeply baffled) when reading D&D horror stories about people being introduced to D&D via Critical Role and then proceeding to join a local table and then ruining the fun for everyone because they expect Critical Role when a) they're new to TTRPGs b) they're not seasoned improv actors/directors/producers c) do they think there's like a school for DMs where they just churn out Matt Mercers??

I'm so deeply baffled bc it seems so clear that Critical Role is, like, the NBA, the fucking big leagues of professional D&D play, and your normal friendly local D&D group is, you know, the community dads Wednesday night basketball. You don't go to a community basketball night expecting LeBron James or whoever to be there, you don't expect to *be* LeBron James, or win the March Madness Cup thing, so why expect your local D&D table to be Critical Role or D20 or Adventure Zone??

[mayspicer]

I just float tested my d20 I use for Victor because the amount of fours it rolls is ridiculous. Turns out it's a normal balanced die, it's the campaign that is cursed.

[mandiminimojo]

Number 15. Bur... JK I love your selfie with Strahd's remains, but overall how was the fight?

What was the hardest part? Funniest? Who did the final blow?

We were eventually forced to go to Castle Ravenloft to rescue our vampire friends on the inside (Escher and Blythe’s sister, Lorelei)… aaaand then rescue Blythe, who was captured when they tried to save their sister. So we were scrambling to reunite the party and find our friends, all while being harassed by Strahd. We ended up fighting him twice, and both times we were more trying to escape than to get him to 0 hp, hahaha. Both times we DID get him to 0 hp though (by a Danris smite, I think), but despite that we all assumed the REAL final fight would happen in the place the Tarokka reading predicted (in our case, Sergei’s tomb).

After the second fight ended, we decided to put off a much-needed long rest to see if we couldn’t go to Strahd’s coffin and finish the job. We went to his tomb, but just found traps and an empty coffin. That was when we realized… maybe the Tarokka reading didn’t predict where the final boss fight would be, but where Strahd’s real coffin was; where he went to regenerate and where he could be destroyed for good. We went to Sergei’s tomb and sure enough found a second coffin hidden inside. Orlyn and Danris lifted the lid, Magnus readied the Symbol of Ravenkind, and Blythe lit up the Sunsword, and…

… we burned that creep to a crisp. B)

[six-improbable-things]

Nothing like hitting the discord message character limit by sending your DM ideas for nightmares to give your character. :)

[tired-spider]

I'm realizing why it might have been a bad idea to write my first long campaign using a game system I've never written a oneshot for.

[cappa-cappa]

Word of God to a Starving Man

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Curse of Strahd Spoilers Below

Our party encountered the vampire spawn beneath the church… while no one took it well, Bliss has been extremely unstable in behavior and thoughts. They don’t know how to be when Silas isn’t looming over them.

A starved creature, abused, neglected, trapped beneath a religious place? There was no way Bliss wouldn’t let that fucker feed!

And then went on a feral unhinged rant about rebirthing yourself in the name of survival despite the gods who don’t answer your prayers. Love them. So girly pop.

[xtheredwitchx]

They violently refuse to call him “Lesser”

[niccola-decapovina]

Fighter (ooc): what again were we supposed to do here? Whom we have to find? Cleric (ooc): Oh yeah, the spouse of that man. You will find a ring for them in your inventory. Please tell me you still have it. Fighter (ooc): I don't know if I ever had that thing... do I? And how do you know what's in my bag? Cleric (ooc): Please for god's sake don't tell me you gambled that ring off in the tavern six sessions ago! And I know about the ring, cause you talked to the husband and got the quest in the first place!

Someday, the fighter might be up to date with the group's quest... But point taken I think we picked that up like six months ago...

[teapsoon]

i never wanna dm for these motherfuckers again

[januaryembrs]

FIGHT TALK | Eddie Munson x Sunshine!Reader

Request: Hi! Can I request a Drabble with the character Eddie Munson, with the prompt “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever.”. Imagine that Eddie being protective and acting as a bodyguard to the reader who is being bullied a lot, he feels sorry and guard her.

description: Eddie is not very happy when he finds his darling girlfriend stashed in the AV room after her first fight

word count: 1.1k

trigger warnings: swears, blood, mention of the f slur, broken nose? very quick dirty thought from Eds (it’s Eddie what can I say)

main masterlist

authors note: eddie x sunshine reader is about to be a thing around this neck of the woods since my beloved @palacearcaderadiostation demands more 💗

“He’s gonna fucking kill us,” Dustin held his hat scrunched tightly in his hands, as if he were in church or in mourning. “I never even got to say goodbye to Tews, my mom’s gonna be crushed,”

“Are you shitting me, he’s gonna make us wish we were dead,” Mike rubbed a hand over his tired face, “Do you remember what he did to Tommy H when he shook her soda can and it exploded in her face? My mom said the Hagen’s had to take him to a specialist in Chicago to get his nose fixed.”

Dustin paled even more, as Lucas returned with a sweat on his brow, the older boy hot on his heels.

“Move! Move out of my way- Out of my way,” Eddie cursed, shoving the other students hard enough they shot him dirty looks over their shoulders. Not that he cared, he had a sneer of his own as he looked down at the three boys that seemed to quiver in their place under his sable gaze, “Where is she?”

“Eddie, please understand- We tried to tell her-” Dustin spluttered as Mike seemed to biting the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from doing the same. Eddie simply put his hand in the kids face, glaring at him hard enough to silence him immediately.

The three of them would rather face the Wyvern they’d fought in their last campaign head on than have to deal with their dungeon master like this.

“Where is she, Henderson?” He growled, and the boys could do nothing but point to the AV room they’d stashed her in to keep her from the other student’s nosy gaze. Eddie didn’t need any other instruction, he was at the door in seconds, bursting through into the small, darkened room, his eyes falling on the girl sat on the table, legs swinging back and forth happily as if she wasn’t sporting a black eye and a bloodied nose. His breath hitched, his chest constricting tightly as he watched her own gaze flick to his. “Oh, baby,”

“Eds! Did you see? Did they tell you what I did?” She asked, her lips pulling into a smile as her boyfriend came closer, his hands grabbing the sides of her face, thumbs stroking over her cheeks.

“Mother of Christ, what did those shits do to you?” He snapped angrily, though his eyes were wide, the sadness written clear over them. Waving him off, she held onto his wrists with split knuckles, another factor that had him nearly clutching his pearls in aghast.

“It wasn’t their fault Eds, David Johnson was picking on Dustin for his lisp and calling them all-” She stopped, her nose scrunching in disgust when she thought of the word they’d used.

“Gay?” Eddie asked, to which she shook her head, though his eyes were quick to notice how the movement tugged on her split nose, “The other one?”

“The F one,” She muttered, hating that she even had to say it, “I dunno, I can take it when they say it about me. I just couldn’t stand to hear that about them, they’re good kids,”

He felt his expression soften, watching as she fiddled with her sleeve, another thing that had fallen casualty to her heroics as a thin tear trailed up her arm.

“You are just the bravest maiden there is, huh?” He asked, his chest butterflying when she looked up at him with the same happy smile she always had when he spoke like they were in one of his games, “And oh, your teeth! Those beautiful teeth, are they okay? Did they survive the warfare? Let me see,” Within seconds he had puckered her cheeks with one hand effortlessly, his other thumb lifting her lips up and down as if giving her an oral exam.

Her giggles vibrated on his palm that rested on throat as she tried to pull away from his grip, only partially succeeding as he took his finger out but held her still.

“-ds” She mumbled through her pursed lips, feeling him loosen on her jaw for just a moment before he gave her a gentle peck, careful not to bump her nose. Trying to pull away to tend to her ailments, he was stopped when he felt her fingers loop through his belt, tugging him forward for another longer kiss, her pretty lilac nails brushing against his tummy.

Chuckling as he pulled away, his hand moving from her jaw to cup her cheek sweetly, his eyes seemed to zero in on the cut on the bridge of her nose, the skin around it mottling into a bruise. He couldn’t miss the way it seemed to welt with fresh blood, the sight of it worrying him despite it being no bigger than his nail.

“You are just in luck, brave maiden, your medic has arrived prepared,” She smiled wryly as he dug through his bag until his face lit up as he brushed against the packet, “Ah, ha!”

Pulling out two from his collection, he held the bandaids up to her face so she could see for herself.

“Dangermouse or Ducktales?” He asked, the two brightly coloured cartoons staring back at her as she pointed to the three little ducklings.

“Ducktales, please,” She said, watching him peel the paper from the back, gently sticking it over the bridge of her sore nose, “I bet you do this for all your patients,”

“Only the most valiant of warriors,” He murmured, pecking the tip of her nose with soft eyes, “That’s just because you’re my favourite,”

She giggled again, as he picked up her scraped hand delicately, scanning over the small cuts attentively. Putting his hand to his mouth, he fake retched, covering his eyes in horror.

“Oh God,” He gasped, turning away from the sight, “Oh, god. I think we’re gonna have to amputate,”

Shoving him on his chest, she snickered at his dramatics, her fingers already scabbing over from their minor wounds. “Quit playin’. I was very brave today,”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that, baby,” He said, giving her knuckles some tender kisses, not caring it seemed gross seeing as she was bleeding. “Did you get him good at least, honey?”

She perked up even more, eyes alight with a sick little delight he hadn’t seen in her before. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t have his boxers stirring.

“I split his lip, would have gotten his nose too if he hadn’t jumped on me,” She said, and Eddie couldn’t help the raucous laugh that left his throat.

Pressing more kisses to her hairline he smiled, down at her from her place still sat atop the table. “Don’t worry, you’re on the bench in round two, Balboa. I’ll give him something to cry about,” He smirked at her, his nose brushing against hers sweetly, “I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever.”

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