#goliath barbarian

[waschbaerella]

🔥 Fiery Rage 🔥

I realized that I had never drawn my barbarian Ragnar raging!

In my headcanon, his eyes get a little glowy when he’s in his rage mode just because it’s cool! 😎❤️

[im-ej-arts]

threw together a reference for my current dnd character: Helga 'Ice-trekker' Ti'hi-Zveer!

she's a path of the beast goliath barbarian who was sent to get cured but instead began doubting her heritage... but she stays silly :3

[betsydrawingstuff]

Sketched the squad walk led by my short queen. She walked them straight into a fight with a bunch of golems. Good times, good times. 😅

[crunchetime]

Crunche's D&D OCs: Set 3, #2

Bertie Bufordsen (he/him)

Goliath Barbarian [Path of the Battlerager]

A true 'strong and silent' type, Bertie is stoic warrior who has fully weaponized his massive body. While some call his armor "impractical" and "more of a danger to him than his enemies", Bertie clearly makes the best of it either way in combat. He regularly hurls himself into battle with surprising mobility considering his barrel-chested physique, employing the powers passed down to him by his fleet-footed Cloud Giant ancestors.

[Using the new Goliath options from the OneD&D playtest material.]

I'm making a list of D&D OCs, with three characters for each playable class in 5th edition, including Artificer and Blood Hunter.

[hat-and-goggles]

[artfulmagic]

Gift art I did recently for my friend Nak, as a “thank you” for being awesome! This is his DnD Goliath Barbarian, Ellun. ⚔

[auntphibian]

Meku's party so far

Not done with the minotaur obviously

[barbiemenslayer69]

Guys you aren't ready for this shit. I just looked up how tall goliaths are and Porter is literally SO SHORT! Brennan says he's like 6'6, which is tall for most races and really tall for earth genasi, BUT FOR GOLAITHS!! THIS MOTHER FUCKER IS 4 INCHES SHORTER THAN AVERAGE HEIGHTS FOR GOLAITHS!!

Porter is the equivalent of a 5'6 man, and I need you guys to recognize this.

[genpitre]

her name is Virtue

[deadwooddross]

a little set of commissions for a coworker I did a bit ago and keep forgetting to post! Little portraits for her dnd players pcs

[pyrotechnicdarts]

something about how grogs herd beat him nearly to death for being weak vs how vox machina see grog at his weakest and immediately rush in without hesitation to fight for him and protect him

something about how grogs blood family left him for dead for showing mercy and kindness, but how that kindness eventually led to him joining vox machina, his new family, and how it was his kindness that made the rest of vox machina fight to save him

something about how grogs uncle equated kindness with weakness and cast him out because of it, but in continuing to be kind and refusing to be like his uncle, grog earned a new family, one that stays by him even at his weakest, especially at his weakest, and how he is so much stronger because of it

[waschbaerella]

🎂 Ragnar’s Time Off 🎂

He was raised in an inn and learned how to cook and bake to support his adoptive mother, Zaav, and started to really like it!

Nowadays, it’s a relaxing hobby to balance out his stressful merc work ❤️

[myherobkg]

THE ROLE OF A LIFETIME; dungeons & dragons au

Katsuki was born a half-giant and bred to roam the plains with his barbarian brethren. He was a foul-mouthed, ill-tempered, reckless brute adorned in fur and armor with his mighty mace hanging over his back. He was born to rule them all.

But fate had other plans, and his tribe was wiped off the face of the Earth after the King of the skies razed hellfire on them. Returning from a hunt, Katsuki arrived at his decimated home, ruined to ash and rubble.

His family—his people—were there one moment and gone the next, reduced to charred statues. After that, Katsuki wandered aimlessly until he became enthralled by the allure of alcohol.

A young half-giant, the last of his tribe, turned to mercenary work to fund his gluttony.

Katsuki's last payment came from a clean-up job, clearing out a small wooded area infested with monsters. The small village on the outskirts of the wood sent for him, requesting his help for a large sum.

It was an easy feat for a warrior of his stature, and his success wrought fruitful results—a free room at the pub and all the drinks he could ask for.

However, the offer had its contingencies, and Katsuki was forced to enjoy his pints amidst the celebration held for the village people. That's where he met the Businessman.

The Businessman kept two men at his side as he sat down with Katsuki. His companions remained standing behind him.

"Enjoying the festivities, Warrior?" The man started the conversation cryptically.

Katsuki doesn't look up from his pint. The party raged around him, but no one dared touch him in passing. "No."

Clearing his throat, the man decided to skip the niceties. "I have a job for you."

"Not interested," Katsuki gruffs out before touching his lips to the rim.

"I will pay you 100 gold," the Businessman bid.

"I want 300." Katsuki slammed his glass on the table and signaled for another. The man's jaw dropped.

"300 is outrageous. It's a simple delivery to the Earl." He laughed pathetically. "I'm sure the Earl will reward you handsomely for your efficiency."

"You pay me 300 now. I'll have the Earl pay me 500 when I get there."

"So, you'll take the job?" The Businessman clenched his hands into fists with a broad smile before remembering Katsuki's rate. "If you come with us, we can pay for the cargo. However, you must leave tonight."

Katsuki froze, lifting his topped-off drink. "Make it 400."

The man choked mid-breath. "Warrior, I implore you to reconsider your price. Think of the honor you'd receive for escorting such an important gift for nobility."

Katsuki lugged half of his drink down, spilling some down the sides of his face and neck. "It's 400, or you shut the hell up and quit bothering me." His ruby-red eyes glimmered dangerously in the lamp-light.

The Businessman shrank in his seat and waved his hand for his men. The guard on his right went off to get the payment.

"If you wouldn't mind following us as quickly as you can," the Businessman murmured nervously, avoiding direct eye contact. "We can settle you with the cargo, and you can be on your way."

Katsuki looked at the weak man standing behind his employer. It wouldn't take any effort to throw that man through the ceiling, but it somehow felt appealing for the Businessman to bring security.

With this in mind, Katsuki didn't expect any issues from a little side quest for money. Perhaps he was tired from his last battle, but the adrenaline and deep, crippling fear of loneliness kept pushing him to suppress it.

"Let's get this over with." He grumbled, disregarding his last sip of beer and pushing away from the table.

The Businessman and his guard led Katsuki outside to a barn on the edge of the village. The night was calm, and the skies were clear—a good omen for this task.

"The cargo is just inside here," the Businessman murmured, sharing an uneasy expression with his guard, which alerted a few alarms in Katsuki's head. As he led Katsuki in, the guard stayed outside the entrance.

The first thing Katsuki noticed was that there was no "cargo." Two more guards were standing inside, and you were chained to the floor. Your hair and face were dirty, and your clothes were covered in dirt and cow shit.

When you looked up at him, he took note of your cat-like eyes and pointed ears. The chains around your wrists had runes etched into them.

Magic?

"Is this a goddamn joke?" Katsuki asked loudly, making one of the guards flinch. "What do you goddamn hicks take me for?"

He turns on his heel and starts walking out when the Businessman shouts out for him.

Katsuki falters in his step, and something compels him to turn to turn around. He sees the Businessman sweating profusely—he must be desperate to get you off his hands, Katsuki thinks. He catches the two guards adjusting their grips on their weapons: a spear and a bow. The sight of them shaking in fear and regret almost makes Katsuki laugh.

He licks his lips and pulls out a dagger—decides it's expendable. When he winds his arm back, all three adversaries flinch, fearful of being the target. The knife flies through the air between their shoulders, aimed for the floor where your cuffs come together.

Katsuki's taken by surprise when you slam your wrist against the ground, breaking the cuff on your right in one attempt. You tear off the other cuff with ease. He stands back and watches you jump between each man, slaughtering them with your clumsy, desperate hands.

After the men are dead, you're left standing over their bodies with blood on your hands, panting heavily.

With his arms crossed, exuding confidence, Katsuki whistles for your attention. He knows he has it when your head turns, angling your ear to him.

"How did men like them get their hands on a magic-wielding elf?" He questions, sincerely curious.

You turn to face him fully, blood and hay falling from your tunic.

"Auction houses," you answer breathlessly, with sweat matting hair to your forehead. Wiping it out of your face, you trip on your shaky legs to the barn post and release a heavy sigh. "You would've delivered me to my sixth owner. You looked like a good one when you walked in, too."

You were still breathing heavily. Katsuki recognized it as panic.

"I'm not going back," you say quickly as he approaches you. Your eyes are wild, and your appearance makes you look hysterical.

"You aren't going back," he promises quietly, raising his hand for you. Your arm shakes when you reach for him.

When he brings his fur around your shoulders, you bat it away, spitefully refusing it.

"I want to leave," you whisper anxiously, pushing against Katsuki's arms.

"Then cover yourself," Katsuki orders firmly, wrapping his fur tightly around you. His fur, which drapes over his shoulder like a garment, wraps around you like a blanket. "There are still folk wandering everywhere."

"Where are we right now?" You ask as he ushers you out of the barn.

"A village. Heldenfaire," Katsuki answers.

"There's a town in this land. I wish for you to take me there."

"We can discuss the details of our arrangement later." Katsuki threw his cloak over his shoulders and pulled his hood over his head before steering you toward the nearby stables. "Let's first focus on getting a horse."

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[lulzyrobot]

Gonna be playing her in a dnd game soon :3 i like to think that when she rages, the chains move along her skin quickly, then lock in place and glow a certain colour based on what the effect she rolled is

(Yes I know its actually called Wild Magic, I mixed it up)

[chaoticcomposition]

some beautiful goliaths for artfight!

top is an attack for @haileyroseart, bottom is a revenge for @oddthesungod

[hat-and-goggles]

Okay, look, you can't say there's singing coming from outside the window in an otherwise ✨abandoned✨ town and not expect my girl to take a gander. That wisdom save was at my discretion.⁠ I also take no responsibility for that roll being absolute dogshit, but god does she feel guilty.⁠