#greathammer

[honeydewcorporation]

Thinking about the kind of woman who uses my largely indestructible body for force calculations on her homemade mech's, city-flattening greathammer. I wanna be at the center of a ten block crater for her <3

[roboticdragons]

FINALLY finished the model for my dnd character

her name's Gemnia, she's a thri-kreen barbarian (I've taken some artistic liberties with the anatomy), and she's going through the horrors!

[modeus-the-misanthrope]

Minor Shadow of the Erdtree spoilers.

Attention, Attention!

♡ THERE IS A THROWABLE GREATHAMMER WEAPON! ♡

That is all.

[the-punforgiven]

Man, the Banished Knight hood is so wild, my Dragon Communion lady rn has the altered Drake Knight chest + Gloves and the Fire Knight pants and honestly like, without the helmet she looks quite regal and dignified, but with the helmet she suddenly looks like some beaten up worn wanderer wearing like weird scavenged trash armor, it's so wild how much that helmet alone changes her look

[eagleoftheninth]

When a game's marketing screenies look like this:

But the dev team looks like this:

Yeah, right, FromSoft would never have the guts to make a boss that:

Has six phases

Will nuke 80% of your health bar in a single attack unless you have frame-perfect dodge/parry timing

Shuts down half your powers (including, oh, the ability to heal) in the first half of the fight

Only allows you three partial heals in the second half

Chucks a very tough miniboss at you halfway through the fight

Surrounds the arena with a shrinking barrier that will gradually k word you if you stay outside it for too long

Just straight-up covers the arena with a minute-long AoE attack that stunlocks you to eeby deeby unless you sacrifice a heal point to use a special move to shut it down in time

Is named CORRUPT ROT GOD

[death-rebirth-senshi]

Not to gush about my own characters again but I so adore the juxtaposition of the brutal look of the great stars as a weapon and the golden Erdtree armor. Poetic.

And patches is there because this was my first playthrough and I wasn't sure if I should join Volcano Manor immediately. Kind of unfortunate that you miss this encounter with him if you go to Volcano Manor immediately upon reaching Altus Plateau.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

[read along with this]

DAVE: ..................... [𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔����𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒]

ROSE: On the horizon of this forest path, you see a group of dark cloaked figures slowly trudging toward you. What do you do?

JOHN: my half-orc barbarian braces her greathammer and-- that's a one.

ROSE: Critical fail. Jade, what do you do?

JADE: well!! i believe in anticipation my rogue would try and hide behind a tree-- ok i rolled a one :(

ROSE: That's another... critical fail. Dave, what does your human bard do?

DAVE: [𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈] active perception check

ROSE: ...That's a natural twenty.

DAVE: lets fuckin go [𝒮𝐼𝒞𝒦 𝐹𝐿𝒰𝒯𝐸 𝑅𝐼𝐹𝐹]

DAVE: i feel it in my fingers ⁽ˢⁿᵃᵖ⁾ i feel it in my toes ⁽ᶠˡᵘᵗᵉ⁾ these motherfuckers mean to harm us...........and theyve got to go

𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖

you picked the wrong day. to fuck around with my

TIGHT CREW ⁽ᵒʰ ᵒʰ⁾

theres no escaping it (i can perceive you) heres what were gonna do [𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝒻𝒻]

ME AND MY BOYS ARE GONNA MESS YOU UP

JOHN: i rolled a one.

JADE: i rolled a one :(

DAVE:

FUCK

my boys are otherwise engaged. so im gonna bring it ALL MYSELF

hhey i forgot youre supposed to tell me what i see right

ROSE: Yes, thank you. Let's just slow it all down a bit. So, you notice that one of the hooded figures is a little shorter--

DAVE: 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨

YOURE A SHORT MOTHERFUCKER AND NOBODY LIKES YOU

[𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒻𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒]

SHORT

everybody says "look how fuckin short that guy is" and it stops you from forming 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹𝓼

when you were born everybody thought that you were just a head but THEN THE DOCTOR SAID "WAIT. this 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗 tiny ���ʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀꜱꜱ ʙᴀʙʏ got a tiny little ɪᴛᴛʏ ʙɪᴛᴛʏ ʙᴏᴅʏ and i 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 it"

ROSE: Your attack lands and absolutely SHATTERS the mind of the cloaked figure; perception check, please?

DAVE: nat twenty lets go

ROSE: You perceive the figure was so short because it was a CH--

DAVE: --ild. its always a kid

ROSE: Specifically the child you've been looking for for the last fifteen days game time and five days of our actual lives.

DAVE: ok im sorry i didnt know ill be better. ᵘᵍᵍʰʰfuck his bodys just lying there right

ROSE: ...

DAVE: right

ROSE: ...Yes... ...!! Don't--

DAVE:

LOOT THAT BODY

gotta 𝓛𝓞𝓞𝓣 𝓣𝓗𝓐𝓣 𝓑𝓞𝓓𝓨 𝓝𝓞𝓦

LOOT THAT BODY

gotta loot that motha𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊ᴬᴬᴬ !!! playin my flute when i 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝚃 ᴛʜᴀᴛ 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝔻 𝕂𝕀𝔻𝕊 𝓑𝓞𝓓𝓐𝓐𝓐𝓨

[𝓕𝓛𝓤𝓣𝓔 𝓜𝓞𝓜𝓔𝓝𝓣]

ＢＩＴＣＨ

[blackjackkent]

Ask prompt fill for @jennycalendar for this ask meme: Major Arcana Tarot Prompts Jaheira + The Chariot (Control, willpower, success, action, determination) Ty for the prompt! <3 This one's a little stream of consciousness but I enjoyed writing it. c:

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He is alive.

The thought rings like a bell inside Jaheira’s head, a cold clear burst. He is alive. He is alive. He is alive.

She watches Minsc curl his battered body into itself on the floor of the sewers, pulling his arms underneath him, struggling for balance, for strength. His face is darkened with bruises from Hector’s fists, lined with the scores from her own wildshaped claws. His eyes are half-closed and his breathing labored; any sane man would collapse under the beating he has taken. 

But she knows him. Minsc will rise, and rise, and rise.

“He won’t stay down for long!” she cries out.

The relief in her is like a taste of madness, a snapping free of impossible tension. For months, she has traveled in curse-laden darkness chasing the Absolutists, but in truth she did not believe it could be for anything more than vengeance. Surely Minsc was dead long since, dead in that terrible hole he forced her to leave him in; there was nothing left to her but to see that those who killed her old friend might suffer for it.

She never dared to believe, until this moment, that she might be wrong.

He is alive. He is alive. He is alive. They have poisoned and stolen him but he can still be saved. 

She rounds on Hector, for a moment unheeding of the solicitousness in her own expression. Everything - dignity, decorum, self-control - falls away in favor of the precipitate need. They must not have him a moment longer. 

“Tell your illithid to protect him from the elder brain’s influence. Quickly!” she barks.

Hector nods, his fingers white-knuckling as he grips the Prism with both hands. A muscle works in his jaw and his eyes roll back in his head.

She looks down at Minsc, her pulse thumping in her temple like hammer blows. The muscles in his back are twitching with strain as he balances on knees and fists. 

She has fought at his side so many times, for so many years; she knows every line of him, every quirk of movement, with more detail than she has ever known anyone short of a lover. She knows the twist of weight that will bring him onto his feet, a slight favoring of the left knee over the right - not because of the scar wound on the outside of his thigh, but because he will pivot the great bulk of his weight and lash out a kick like a greathammer. 

And she knows the madness in his eyes, too. She has seen that flat blank rage sparked by a thousand righteous causes, rising to beat back evil at every turn. But here it is corrupted and wrong, turned against the good by the machinations of the evil. Turned against her.

“Hector!” she snaps.

Hector’s head jerks slightly. His eyes work violently under their lids and his breath hitches with a low groan of effort. Jaheira’s jaw tightens and her eyes go narrow as she realizes what is going on.

The illithid is fighting back. Of course it is. What use will it see in Minsc, a thrall already corrupted by the Absolute’s taint? What use will it see in saving him purely on the basis of her friendship? It is a brutal, cold, pragmatic thing, and it will rebel against such fickle sentimentality. It will try to convince Hector to leave Minsc behind, that he is worthless, dead mad weight.

But if Minsc is allowed to rise, he will keep fighting. And after everything - after the illithids and the shadowlands, after the road and the city, after the grief and the anger and the terrible lonely pain… she will be forced to kill him.

Everything in her rebels at the thought. No. Not here. Not ever. I will die myself first.

 “The mind flayer pours poison in your ear, I think.” Her voice is all of a sudden very slow and very cold.

Hector’s eyes open to slits and his fingers flex on the Prism’s surface. His head jerks in a slight nod. 

Minsc’s head lifts; he makes a wordless noise of rage and pain and Jaheira feels something twist and snap inside her heart. No, my friend. No, I will not leave you behind, illithid be damned. We will both die here in the heart of this cess-pit before I will turn my back on you again.

She meets Hector’s agitated gaze squarely, looking past his eyes to the monstrous creature battling inside his mind. “Tell it,” she growls, “I will tear the Prism from your grasp and throw it in the deepest lava pit I can find!” Her fists clench at her sides. “Long after our bones are dust and ash, the walls of its prison will still be burning!”

She means it, too. Perhaps in a moment, she will not, because of course it would be to doom everything… but as the words emerge from her, they are a statement of absolute fact, bitter determination from a woman who has been hurt too much.

Her voice lifts, echoing weirdly in the waterlogged sewer cavern. “NOW HELP MY FRIEND!”

Almost in time with her words, Minsc finally gains his feet and roars like an animal.

“Jaheira--” he bellows, towering over Hector’s slighter frame. “You KILLED HER!”

And they are the same in that moment, Jaheira and Minsc - two wounded creatures each ready to rend the world apart for the threat of the other’s death. They have lost so much and hurt so terribly, and they cannot bear it, not again, not again, not again--

“You are being dramatic,” she says softly, a hint of bitter humor in the words even in this moment of terrible strain. I am here, my friend. Whatever happens… I am here at your side. And her words catch him, draw him back a fraction of a step as he turns and looks at her with puzzlement poking through the rage.

Hector’s eyes open and his grip on the Prism loosens, and there’s a whipcrack of power through the air that even Jaheira, with no worm in her skull, can feel. Minsc’s head snaps backwards and he cries out, his dark eyes rolling to show the whites; staggering, he rocks back on his heels, clutching at his temple.

Relief floods through her, carrying with it a wave of exhaustion so deep it is almost painful. It’s over, she realizes. It’s over. The illithid gave in. The battle is won. He is alive, and he is safe.

She can see the moment where the terrible blankness fades from him, where her old friend looks out of his own eyes again. And so she’s able to laugh, just a little, when he turns and looks at her, the Stone Lord’s calm replaced with the befuddled good humor that she knows all too well.

“Jaheira?” he mumbles unsteadily. “I… do not understand.”

“Good.” She chuckles low in her throat and reaches out to rest a hand on his forearm, real and warm and solid as an oak. “That means you are back to your old ways.”

[blackknight300]

Nora Perception Check

Team RNJR playing DND waiting for Qrow to wake up before Vol. 5 …

Jaune - "On the horizon of this forest path, you see a group of dark-cloaked figures slowly trudging towards you. What do you do?"

Ruby - "My half-orc barbarian braces her greathammer and- That's a one"

Jaune - "Critical fail. Ren, what do you do?"

Ren - "Well, I believe in anticipation, my rogue would try and hide behind a tree- ...Okay, I rolled a one"

Jaune - "That's another critical fail. Nora, what does your human bard do?"

Nora - "Active Perception Check"

Jaune - "...That's a natural 20"

Nora - "Let's fucking go" ( Starts playing a flute and singing)

I feel it in my fingers

I feel it in my toes

These muthafuckas mean to harm us

And they got to go

So come on, get 'em now!

You picked the wrong day to fuck around with my

Tight crew

There's no escaping it

I can perceive you

Here's what we're gonna do

Me and my boys gonna mess you up

Ruby - I rolled a one

Ren - I rolled a one

Nora - Fuck!

My boys are otherwise engaged

So I'm gonna bring it all myself

Nora - "Hey, I forgot, you're supposed to tell me what I see, right?"

Jaune - "Yes, thank you. Let's just slow it all down a bit. So, you notice that one of the hooded figures is a little shorter-"

Nora - "I cast Vicious Mockery, nat 20, let's go!!"

You're a short muthafucka

And nobody likes you

SHORT!

Everybody says "Look how fucking short that guy is"

And that stops you from forming meaningful relationships

When you were born, everybody thought that you were just a head

But then the doctor said

Nora - "Wait, this stupid muthafuckin' tiny short ass baby got a tiny little itty bitty body and I hate it"

Jaune - "Your attack lands and absolutely shatters the mind of the cloaked figure. Perception check, please"

Nora - "Nat 20, let's go!"

Jaune - "You perceive the figure was so short because it was a CHILD"

Nora - "It's always a kid..."

Jaune - "Specifically, the child you've been looking for for the last 15 days game time and 5 days of our actual lives"

Nora - "Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I'll be better. His body's just lying there, right? ...Right?"

Jaune - "Yes...? Don't-"

Nora - Loot that body

Gotta loot that body now

Loot that body!

Gotta loot that muthafucka!

Play my flute when I loot that dead kid's body

Bitch!

[crumblingfaggotazula]

“I wish to be a bear, no more, and no less.”

I’m in love with this set, even if it’s a little basic haha. Equipment: Pelt of Ralva, Iron Rivet Armor, Briar Gauntlets and Rotten Duelist Greaves. Armaments: Smithscript Greathammer & Bear Claws.

This is the proper way to talk to Ymir:

[girlballs]

fucking banger of a Trick Weapon idea for lesser beast: greathammer that is also a ballista

[goblincow]

#MÖRKTOBER | 05/31 | tomb of the wringbearers (outside)

CRACKED BELLWRINGER (damage as greathammer) – animates 1d4 nearby dead with 1HP, ring again to release from rudimentary bondage (rings on hit).

WET BONES (in the pond, 1d4 ACRID TOADS present), abandoned in the pond by previous tomb robbers who stripped Wet Bones of all but the impossibly tight SILVER RING bound about its left humerus.

WET BONES:

- covered in slime, ooze and moss, flakes off if they dry out to expose their green and black stained bones to Sourisle's weak sun;

- if kept moist the coating enables Wet Bones to camouflage in foliage and negates skeletal weakness to blunt weapons;

- if Wet Bones keeps the microbiome in its half-skull basin topped up with water, the large ACRID TOAD that lives in Wet Bones' skull will happily spit acid or be sent out to scout and gather with its tongue on Wet Bones behalf;

- water slowly trickles from Wet Bones' eye sockets at all times – a displeased toad will try its luck elsewhere.

[aesthetics-over-ethics]

Ok My Time Tumblr I have a question:

Propaganda:

He's strong: he is one of only a few characters to wield a greathammer when sparring, and he can lift it well enough despite it likely weighing almost as much as he does

He's not: this man's lifestyle consists of 20 hour shifts at a sedentary job, punctuated by a diet consisting mostly of tea and grains, and he canonically sleeps less than 4 hours a night (unless you marry him)

This is for a fanfic, but I genuinely can't decide Qi's canon strength (or which way I prefer it. both work for me) so I'm putting it to the public. Is Qi strong or no?

[death-rebirth-senshi]

I have a holy greataxe now

[adacatlovelace]

Fucking bullshit how 99% of "Hidden path ahead" messages are bullshit but I still have to throw myself at wall after wall becuase there is always the possibility that its true and if I dont check I will learn about The Greathammer of Tgirl Blowjobs or some shit and Ill look up where to find it and I will be SO INCREDIBLY MAD I missed it the first time

[kumazone]

EARTH - Bram Uluru

Bram is an archeologist and anthropologist who specializes in uncovering pre-immortality civilizations. He once fought alongside King and his comrades in their raids against the Apotheosis Plutocracy, spurred on by this desire to protect their peoples' history from the government's censorship. After the event that devastated the original resistance group, Bram discovered a powerful artifact that could turn the tides. Together with Guillermo, the two picked up the pieces and formed Abzu.

His leadership style is bold. Although the government marks them as terrorists, he strives for Abzu to be seen as heroes for the people. To this end, he has Abzu take in those with nowhere else to go, and right injustices left long unaddressed. He strives to protect the peace where it can be protected and empower those that are disregarded by the elites. Though he still holds some anxieties from his past failures, he pushes through, striving to see the just world he and King once fought for.

While he can be harsh, stern, and at times intimidating, he shows a fatherly kindness to anyone he considers an ally to the cause. He goes out of his way to make sure everyone's needs are met. He has a bad habit of doling out long, rambling advice in the form of historical and mythological anecdotes completely unprompted. While this habit can be annoying to the other members of Abzu, his advice is always good.

Bram always believes that actions speak louder than words - which is especially poignant, given how loud his words can be. He won't ever accept the idea that "nothing can be done" when there's injustice to be resolved. Because of this, he tends to clash with pessimists like King and RJ. Despite how these arguments go, his frustrations only lead him to try harder to reach out to them. Bram insists on reassuring them, trying to push them to fight harder to achieve what they want. He simply cannot abide quitters after all.

Bram is always living his life to the fullest, and encourages others to do the same.

Soul Weapon: Greathammer "Mountain Buster"

A huge, heavy warhammer. Stones rise around impact spots when he swings it at the ground