#diath Woodrow

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

Diath: Does anyone have Remove Curse or anything?

Paultin: I have Bestow Curse. Do you want another?

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #2500

I was just thinkin' about the Wafflecrew the other day and I miss 'em. (Dialogue from yourplayersaidwhat.)

[maziodyne]

the dice camera action fandom might be dead but im not. anyway i offer a modern, possibly no magic au in these trying times

[utter-dismae]

a Diath Woodrow sticker sheet I sketched nd never finished but I still like cause its cute

[thedarkcknight]

Day 27 The Winter Bard (The WaffleCrew)

Y/N'S POV

Snow crunched beneath our boots as we trudged through the bitter cold of the Icewind Dale. The howling wind gnawed at our resolve, but none of us would abandon our mission. Not when the stakes were so high.

Evelyn led the way, her celestial glow cutting through the storm like a beacon. Diath followed close behind, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for danger. Strix grumbled under her breath, her chaotic magic crackling in the frigid air. And then there was me, a dark elf Bard and newcomer to the Waffle Crew, clinging to my lute and the slim hope that my words could do what swords and spells could not.

We were here to save Paultin.

The Ring of Winter had ensnared him, corrupting his mind and twisting his soul. He was no longer the sarcastic, wine-loving bard we knew. The Paultin we chased across the frozen tundra was a shadow of his former self—dangerous and unpredictable.

When we finally found him, he stood at the edge of a frozen lake, the Ring of Winter glinting on his hand. The air around him shimmered with unnatural cold, and his eyes were distant, detached.

“Paultin,” Evelyn called out, her voice trembling with hope and fear. “Please, let us help you.”

He turned slowly, a bitter smile curling his lips. “Help me? Oh, Evelyn. You don’t understand. I don’t need help. I finally have everything I need.”

Diath stepped forward cautiously. “This isn’t you, Paultin. You’re letting the Ring control you. You’re better than this.”

Paultin laughed—a cold, hollow sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Better? Maybe this is who I’ve always been, Diath. Maybe you just didn’t want to see it.”

We moved closer, but before we could reach him, a wall of ice erupted between us, cutting him off from the rest of the group. “Stay back,” he warned. “I won’t hurt her, but the rest of you… you’re just getting in the way.”

Her. He was talking about me.

The ice beneath me cracked, and before I could react, I plummeted into a freezing abyss. The cold was unlike anything I’d ever felt—sharp, unrelenting, seeping into my very soul. My body became encased in ice, and I could barely move, barely think.

Above me, I heard Paultin’s voice. “You stay there. I don’t want to hurt you. It’s the others that are a bother.”

The ice held me fast, but I could still see him—his face conflicted, torn. He wasn’t completely gone. Not yet.

I don’t know how long I was trapped there, but I sang softly to keep myself from succumbing to despair. My voice wavered, but the melody carried a sliver of hope.

When the ice finally began to crack, I clawed my way free, trembling but resolute. My friends were still fighting, trying to reach Paultin, but they couldn’t break through his defenses.

I didn’t hesitate. I stepped forward, unarmed, vulnerable, and called out to him. “Paultin, it’s okay. I’m not here to fight. I’m here for you.”

He turned to me, the Ring’s power swirling around him like a storm. “Why? Why do you care? You should hate me.”

I dropped my lute and walked closer, ignoring the frostbite creeping up my limbs. “Because I know you, Paultin. The real you. And you’re worth saving.”

Before he could react, I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly despite the cold that burned my skin. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “You’re not alone.”

The storm around him faltered, and the ice began to melt. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I saw the Paultin I knew—the man beneath the Ring’s influence.

The Ring slipped from his finger, shattering as it hit the ground. The ancient evil dissipated, and Paultin collapsed in my arms, tears freezing on his cheeks.

The others rushed to us, their relief palpable. Evelyn healed my frostbitten limbs, Strix muttered something about my recklessness, and Diath gave me a rare, approving nod.

As we made our way back to warmth and safety, Paultin walked beside me, his voice soft. “Thank you. I don’t deserve it, but… thank you.”

I smiled, though my body ached and my soul felt raw. “You’re welcome, Paultin. That’s what friends are for.”

In the end, it wasn’t the magic or the swords that saved him. It was the simple truth of compassion, spoken in the voice of a bard.

[bchangart]

By popular-ish demand, I've made this piece of Waffles Inc (Dice Camera Action + C Team) fanart available on RedBubble.

[sierrawantstobattle]

Miss DCA

[smolwash]

New Years Ficlets Dice Camera Action

Note: ocs included

You had snuck away from the raging party, needing some air and quiet. That’s when you saw someone you didn’t expect to see.

Paultin:

Paultin. You stood by him, a little worried.

“Hey, you okay?” you asked and he gave you a shrug.

“Fine. What about you?” he asked before taking a heft drink from his wineskin.

“Just needed some air and some quiet.” you answered and Paultin nodded.

You two took a seat in the cool grass in comfortable silence, you head resting on his shoulder. You could hear the muffled cheers of the countdown. Paultin gently moved your head so he could kiss you.

Diath:

Diath. You went and stood by him. He looked over and you gave him a smile,

“You needed air too huh?”

“Yeah” you confirmed, “dragged here by Paultin?”

“And Mavriel, I bet”

“You can say that again.”

The two of you shared a laugh before sitting together in the grass. You noticed how cool and soft it felt. You looked at the stars and heard the muffled countdown. You made your choice. At the countdown’s conclusion you pulled Diath into a kiss

Keelee:

Keelee. The poor kenku must have been dragged to the party by his mentor Mavriel.

“Hey Keelee.”

He squawked in surprise before turning to see you. He relaxed once he knew it was you.

“Oh, hey (Y/N).” he responded warmly.

You two sat in a comfortable silence, not needing to say anything. The muffled countdown broke this though and at its end you kissed the side of his beak.

Strix:

Strix. The poor gal must have been dragged to the party by the others. You went and sat by her, sitting in comfortable silence with her. You heard the countdown and at its end you kissed her cheek.

Evelyn:

Evelyn. She must have been dragged here by her bard friends. You took a seat next to her. “hey Evelyn”

“Oh, hey (Y/N)! What are you doin’ out here? Shouldn’t you be inside?”

“I just wanted some air. What about you?”

“The same really.”

You two chatted before hearing the countdown, muffled as it came from inside. At the end, you gave Evelyn a quick kiss.

Mavriel:

Mavriel. Usually she’d be inside drinking and dancing with some attractive person. What was she doing out here alone? You went and sat by her. She looked over and gave you a smile before looking back up at the stars.

“Whatcha doin’ out here all alone?” you asked her

“Thinking” she shrugged. Ah, there it was. Thinking meant she was in a negative thought loop.

“About? And be honest”

“Home and myself” she answered vaguely but honestly.

“Hey, look at me, everything’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure everything out. Together. We’ll help you. Okay?” Mavriel managed a more authentic smile at that and nodded.

“Yeah, okay”

She wrapped an arm around you and seemed in better spirits. The countdown, muffled slightly from location,could be heard and you saw Mavriel’s smile turn impish. At the end of the countdown she kissed you quickly before getting up and hurrying off with a “come catch me” and you chuckled. At least she was back to herself.

[sakura-bell]

I did these on a whim because I miss DCA and I’m a sucker for tropes. 

So first we have the - everyone’s a mermaid trope.

And, well this is also how I picture the gang in a more medieval setting; ie LotR. 

Evie and Strix if they were from the Sailor Moon universe.

The gals as mutants.

[emofloofchild]

Diath Woodrow and Strix Beestinger from the D&D show Dice, Camera, Action!

(Unfortunately, it is cancelled, but I still love these two).

There was a problem (understatement, but whatever), with the player that played Diath, but I still enjoy the characters. I had to draw them in a modern setting.

Maybe I'll make the other two players' characters, but I know no one will actually know these two so... *Shrugs*

[gearbox97]

When you hear that ProJared isn’t a pedo so you can finally enjoy Dice, Camera, Action! again.

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

Paultin: What the hell happened to you?

Diath: Mistakes, Paultin. Mistakes

[marksandrec]

Marks and Rec: Misc #1626

(She’s not gonna explain.) (Dialogue from tumblr.)

[joshyshadow]

I'm wondering what he see's that he's looking so... concerned...

Finally done :D that makes 3 out of 5.

Just Evelyn and Chris are missing.

[carniccity]

Doodles from the PAX show!

[thedarkcknight]

Day 19 The Long-Lost Holiday Melody (Paultin Seppa)

Y/N'S POV

The snow had begun to fall gently as I stood on the outskirts of the Waffle Crew's latest campsite, my eyes glimmering with curiosity. I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from this group, especially with Paultin Seppa—a fellow Bard—within our ranks. We weren’t exactly friends, but we were civil. His charming smile always seemed to hide something beneath it, something I couldn’t quite place. Still, we had a mission, and that was enough to keep us focused.

Diath Woodrow, the leader of this ragtag crew, adjusted his cloak and motioned for everyone to gather. Strix, our sorcerer and resident worrywart, was pacing, muttering about the dangers ahead. Evelyn, on the other hand, had her bright, almost childlike smile as she gazed out at the snowy landscape, humming a tune I couldn’t place. I glanced at Paultin, who was, as usual, nursing a flask. I could almost feel the weight of his silence—an unspoken history that I knew better than to ask about.

“You all ready?” Diath’s voice broke my thoughts as he looked at each of us with that protective gaze. I could feel his concern for the group, even if he never showed it outright. He had a way of making everyone feel safe, even in the most dangerous of situations.

“I’ll be fine,” Strix grumbled, adjusting her robes and glancing nervously at the path ahead. “But this is going to be a nightmare if we’re not careful. I have a bad feeling about it.”

“You always have a bad feeling about everything,” Evelyn chimed in with her usual brightness, stepping forward, oblivious to Strix’s concerns. “But it’ll be fine! We’ll find the melody and have a wonderful time. I just know it.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her infectious optimism. If there was one thing Evelyn was good at, it was brightening up even the darkest of moments. She had a way of holding onto hope, even when things seemed impossible.

“Alright,” Diath said, his tone serious but still warm. “We’re looking for the Long-Lost Holiday Melody. The rumors say it’s a song so powerful, it can bring about peace during even the most troubled times.”

I raised an eyebrow, trying to conceal my skepticism. “A melody, you say?”

Paultin chuckled softly beside me, his voice low and gravelly. “Don’t knock it until you’ve heard it, sweetheart. There’s magic in music, you know.”

I shot him a sideways glance. His easygoing demeanor always seemed to be at odds with his brooding nature. “I’m sure it’s magical. But I’m not sure I believe in fairy tales.”

“I think it’s more than a fairy tale,” Diath interjected, his gaze steady as he studied the path ahead. “I believe it’s something worth finding, for all our sakes. Let’s move out.”

As we traveled, the cold air bit at my skin, but the warmth of the group’s camaraderie kept me going. Paultin fell into step beside me, his presence as silent as ever. Every now and then, I caught a glimpse of him peering through the snowflakes, his eyes thoughtful. He didn’t say much, but I knew better than to think that meant nothing was going on in that head of his.

We trudged through snowdrifts and across frozen rivers, Evelyn singing songs of hope and light, Strix muttering incantations under her breath, and Diath leading us with an unwavering determination. The journey was long, but there was something comforting about the way we all fit together, each of us playing our part, however imperfectly.

Finally, we reached the ancient ruins where the melody was said to be hidden. The place was eerie, a dark reminder of times long past, its walls covered in frost. But beneath that cold exterior, I could feel a strange energy, like the heartbeat of something forgotten but powerful.

“It’s here,” Diath said softly, scanning the surroundings. “We just have to find the key.”

Paultin stepped forward, his fingers brushing over the icy stone. “The key, huh?” he mused, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think I’ve heard this song before…”

My heart skipped a beat at his words. He���s heard it?

Before I could question him, Evelyn stepped into the center of the ruins, her bright smile unfazed by the surroundings. She closed her eyes and raised her arms, as if she were about to dance with the winds themselves.

And then, it happened.

A soft, haunting melody filled the air, as if the very ruins were breathing life back into the world. The snowflakes danced in time with the music, and for a moment, everything felt right. Even Strix’s nervous energy seemed to calm, her eyes wide with awe. Diath looked at each of us, his expression softening.

“This is it,” he murmured.

Paultin turned to me, his eyes glinting with something I hadn’t seen before—hope, maybe? For once, I couldn’t look away. “Guess you were right. There’s magic in music after all.”

I smiled, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my chest. The Long-Lost Holiday Melody had been found, and with it, the peace we all so desperately needed.

For the first time since joining this strange crew, I felt like I belonged. Not just as a bard, but as part of something greater than myself.

And maybe, just maybe, Paultin and I weren’t so different after all.

As the melody played on, I closed my eyes and let it wash over me, knowing that this holiday would be one to remember forever.