#d&d character

[averagepoet]

this is also true for dnd characters/campaigns

sometimes a theme recurs in your work without your permission. and sometimes it reaches a threshold where you're like. well now i think this is saying something about me against my will. don't know what though

[erika-xero]

Chanthara Argith also known as Gloom, the half-drow hunter. For Kodamasa!

[thuun]

Exploring some fashion with Auzzimaks, the handsome old illithilich. Art by Tealix.

I headcanon that undead illithids tend to maintain themselves better than human liches, as mindflayers are generally more vain. Auz takes extreme pride in his appearance, and takes any opportunity to show off his excellent taste. Man has an unrivaled skincare routine.

He easily has the most extravagant and luxurious wardrobe, only matched by Felix (who he regularly spoils with shopping trips.)

[onioned]

Whistler, Bard of the Traveler

Realized I never posted this guy anywhere other than IG.... NPC for my best friend @ydteus 's dnd campaign! Whistler is.... Odd. Always talks in riddles and enjoys being distinctly uncomfortable to people. As the current herald of the Traveler, his purpose (and the god's) is currently unknown 👁️

Puppets are our party for the campaign : )

[mari-paris-doodles]

Talon my rogue-ish bastard playing with his prey <3

[akpaley]

Made smooth and slick of seas and strands Tides that turn at your commands A heartbeat held by heavy hands

More Kaijja character writing. Roughly 1200 words on the beginning of her romantic relationship with the flesh god.

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He does not mind solitude, but when you lack other obligations he does not mind your intrusion either. It is perhaps not usual, but it is natural to be fascinated with a god. You intrude often. You call it an extension of work, and the two of you do work through problems together. He was surprised, once upon a time, when he inflicted experience on you to demonstrate the severity of his edicts and you, not unshaken but still engaged, asked if he felt such detail in the experience of every person he faced. He had not been asked to use his power as a tool of empathy, not after imposing such suffering, not in centuries, but it is commonplace between you now. You wonder to what extent he can feel you enjoy it, even when it is excruciating. And the intellectual exercise is useful. Many times simulation of similar encounters has helped you watch for signs of tension, has made you more perceptive to the way your interlocutors conduct themselves and react to you. It is practical, and there is a quiet selfish pleasure in understanding the way he sees and feels the world.

Mirjat tells you it is unusual for Iokhar's Advocate to be his friend, or even to like the man, and you understand that but you do not relate. He is beautiful when he attempts to be terrifying, he is rational when he cannot intimidate, he is deeply intensely perceptive, and in his own stoic way he is oddly soft. Perhaps kind is a better word. He cares much more deeply than he shows. There is a selfish little thrill in that as well, knowing that you have brought out in him qualities most others never see. Knowing that you surprise him, a man who can feel everything but your thoughts just standing across from you. You accomplish a great deal in your tenure, but it is this that most often produces that quiet sense of pride.

He shows you change. In theory this is to make a point, but the point is unnecessary. You are not asking about something of immediate importance. It is after hours and you are asking about a story, about old scripture, from a primary source. This is not uncommon, and alongside speaking in words he chooses to sate a curiosity he knows you will have. When he has pulled you back together into the right shape you grin up at him. He studies you, near expressionless, and says "This is inappropriate." It is the strangest declaration of love you will ever receive, and you see it for what it is immediately. It should shock you, but somehow it does not. You agree. The evening ends with a veneer of stoic professionalism.

You will talk about it the next day. You will talk about it for the next week. You will see a degree of begrudging openness from him that you will not realize has been kept from you until you see it for the first time. You seek counsel, as is the responsible thing to do, but find that there is very little doubt as to the choice you will make. Mirjat appeals to your career, to the work that you've done, to the work that you might still do, and you find the arguments that have driven you all your life unconvincing.

You split your evenings between discussions with Iokhar and your own private consideration. You know the thrill of new intimacy will cloud your judgment, and he does too, but you both recognize that no matter what decision the two of you make your relationship will change. The idea of a purely professional relationship absent discussions of philosophy, history, art and other work feels galling, having experienced a relationship that is mutually irreplaceable. Later the idea of being irreplaceable to him will raise warmth in your chest and bring a smile to your face, but in that week while you assess it is simply a fact to be weighed. You are problem solving. Your feelings are data, but you do not have time to feel them fully. Only that they tell you what you want. You will resign with two weeks left in the season and half a term unfinished. It will take you most of the remaining two weeks working with your Clericy to choose Devadas as a successor, swear him in as Kalidas, and get him up to speed.

You already spend a great deal of time working during the on season, but for the better part of two weeks private time is practically nonexistent. This is a major adjustment, expected by no one, and by the time Iokhar leaves Kalidas must be prepared to represent him fully in the Council of Advocates. Anything you knew, anything you were working on, must be written down in such detail that it can be picked up where you left off. While you will join the Clericy of Iokhar, thus becoming available as a resource, it will take another month for the Clericy of the Petitioner Saints to determine this is the appropriate course of action and you must prepare for the contingency in which your full abdication from governance is determined necessary. It is not until the final night that you and your god finally have proper time together again. You sit quietly for much of it. He holds you and seems unpracticed, which to be fair you are as well. A decade is not a short time. A century and a half is longer. Yet, for all that, the mere ten months in front of you suddenly seems very long indeed.

"I would hear your voice when I am gone," he tells you, and it is less vulnerability than simple truth.

"I'd love to hear yours too," you say with irony, "but I suppose one of us will have to wait."

"I will not shirk my duties," he says, "But--"

"I would not ask you to." He pauses and then drops the apology. "Come back next season with stories for me." You smile as if this is a usual farewell, a friendship set aside to be picked up where it left off upon his return.

Very calmly, he takes your hand in his and matches his gaze to yours. For the first time you can feel the sensation of his own body mapped to yours, and you feel his quiet simmering hunger for you, individual fibers of his being humming beneath his skin for touch that a human lover could never even pretend. You feel it in the strands of your own muscles, suddenly yearning to rise up from beneath your skin and embrace the man in front of you. It is nearly overwhelming. Your breath catches and you do not dare break his gaze for fear it might stop. His voice is a low rumble in his chest. "I will." 

It is a greater promise than you asked for. It will stick with you during the long months of his absence, haunting your prayers and quiet moments and intruding on your activities unprompted.  

Upon his return, he will admit that this was the point.

[celialowenthal]

assorted dungeons and dragons drawings

[outlandidol]

Mayazar Hashurai - my replacement character for our DnD campaign after Sada's death. Maya is a half-elf Death Domain Cleric, and temple maiden of the Cult of Orcus, having grown up within their temple's walls. In our DM's setting Orcus - along with a few other greater devils - aided in the defense of the world against -an even greater threat some hundred years ago (this was a part of our previous campaign). Despite the devils' own motivations for their aid, worship of these devils as gods as more socially acceptable, especially in the southern continent. She's actually quite pleasant and strikingly "normal" - a contrast to the necromantic elements of her religious values. The vibe I'm going for with Maya is something like a blend between a necromancer, a geisha, and a Spanish dancer.

[cheekypenguu]

IS THAT KRAVITZ FROM THE ADVENTURE ZONE!!!!?!?!

[raphaellearp]

Hébée | The Heretic - Character Sheet

It's finally done! Long due reference sheet for my main in BG3!

I put sweat and tears in this, but I'm very proud of the outcome! I love my girl so much, she's the loml.

[nightmaskart]

Night and Day

[dingodoodles]

The bois and their weapons :3 Listen to our PODCAST HERE

[m0sstrx]

headshot for my new d&d character, Rayne (he/him)

[captainzigo]

from left to right: @zoeyhorse ‘s ponysona, @frogkimmy ‘s ponysona, @dapper-lil-arts ‘ ponysona, and my pony sona playing pony d&d together. from left to right: that is @frogkimmy ‘s Serenity, @dapper-lil-arts ‘ splinter, and my Thundersnow

[onioned]

Mana, child of spring's light

I made this boy a few years ago as an aasimar/firbolg mix and decided to revamp him :' ) always a fan of pinkish characters