#her name is audhild

[an-excellent-choice]

Look how happy Gale is in the romance test. He's just beaming

[an-excellent-choice]

Audhild: Would bring Karlach. They would the exciting rides or exploring. Overall enjoyin life. The only problem they would face is them not fitting in small boats and their horns catching because of their heights.

Aoide: Is good inclined so she probably wants to let go in this weeklong vacation and make some chaos but still be productive. Minthara would be perfect for this since she is so in control. She would definitely make a divide and conquer game plan in the vacation and they would get the most out of their vacation.

Not to mention Minthara can be chaotic partner in crime since she isn't in any good spectrum. Shenanigans will definitely happen.

Fun Tav Ask!

Out of all of the BG3 companions, which one would your Tav want to go on a weeklong vacation with? What sort of place would they go and what sort of things would they want to do?

Tav CANNOT pick their romance partner! (Though I would be interested to hear who your Tav romanced anyways!)

[ryebread-x]

Angrboda (after her death)

Pt.1

So I guess this is a part 2 to my first retelling post about Angrboda. This part deals more with what happened to Angrboda after her children were taken away and she was killed. Causing her memories kinda become spilt.

Tw:

Image below the cut contains blood and an arrow lodged in the neck(all fake)+ mentions of death/murder

The Mother: Due to Angrboda’s curse when she is killed “The Mother” is created from said curse. The mother is what’s left of Angrboda or, in other words, she is what the curse made combined with half her memories (post curse). Angrboda, having the feeling she was going to die anyway, knew how devastated Loki would be, so she decided to use a spell to create “The Mother”. So whenever Loki runs off to the Ironwood due to their own shenanigans or plans going too far(ex: mouth being sewn shut or the instances surrounding Sleipnir and Kol’s birth or he's just generally depressed). Loki finds comfort with this creature even if she is not fully Angrboda just what remains of her memory. Left in order to protect him from his own destructive behaviors when dealing with grief.

Audhild/Angrboda (but dead): Now what really happened to Angrboda after she died is she went to Helheim. But when she decided to shove half her memories into something her curse created. She becomes the way she was before she was cursed. That being said, she doesn’t remember her children or Loki just everything up until she was cursed. This means Angrboda doesn’t recognize her own daughter anymore, which leaves Hel devastated. Even in her attempts to make her mother remember, Angrboda is stubborn and wants to be left alone most of the time. All Audhild cares about is finding her brother and parents (and her first lover, but Angrboda doesn’t know she’s dead).

Also, just for clarification: I’ll link pt 1 of my Angrboda design, but both Angrboda and Audhild are the same person, with different names/aliases(both dead and alive). When Angrboda gets cursed, she remembers who she is but gives herself a new name/alias. But “The Mother” is just the curse Angrboda had becoming its own creature with half of Angrboda’s memories shoved in.

[pathcrier]

Have cute, armored dwarf.... as a treat

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[uuponastarr]

[ lili reinhart, cis woman, she/her. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ AUDHILD THORSDOTTIR ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ TWENTY-FIVE ] year old child of [ THOR ] from [ MARVEL ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ NURTURING ] but [ CLUELESS ] and have [ 1 ] sibling. i could almost swear i heard [ SILVER LINING - THE NEIGHBORHOOD ] playing when they appeared.

basics:

full name: audhild thorsdottir.

nicknames: auddie, hildie, mom ( by friends ).

zodiac sign: cancer - july 17th.

sexuality: heterosexual.

skills/interests: babysitting, swordsmanship.

aesthetic: blonde curls that gleam in the sun, being the voice of reason, light gray skies filled with clouds, gold jeweled crowns, a warm motherly embrace.

[ link to pinterest board here ]

bio tws; none! 

audhild thorsdottir, was the youngest daughter of thor and a mortal woman he met on earth. although audhild and her sister were demi goddesses, the girls led a relatively normal childhood, spending most of it in asgard. As the young girl grew she was showered with love by all those around her, but especially by her father who she was extremely close to. growing up, she spent most of her time exploring and caring for every living creature she stumbled upon. The young demigoddess spent many days bringing home small injured animals to care for which her father would reluctantly let her keep as she had always had a soft spot for creatures in need. as audhild grew she tried her best to help others in any way she could, which frequently included watching after the little ones, a task she became particularly fond of. although her trips to the mortal world were only ever occasional, she spent whatever time she had with the other children of the avengers taking on the role of the mom friend to the group, especially to the younger ones. due to her upbringing, there were things about the mortal world that confused her, leading her to look out of touch or unintelligent however there is a lot she’s hoping to learn now that she’s in town.

wanted connections: 

childhood friends: other friends of the avengers or people she may know. 

cousins: children of loki. 

friends she makes here. 

someone she takes under her wing ( preferably someone younger than her ) 

more tba....

[untimelytales]

[ morfydd clark, cis woman, she/her. ] ✧･ﾟ is that [ alfhild thordottir ] who just stumbled into town? rumour has it that they’re the [ twenty-eight ] year old child of [ thor ] from [ marvel ]. i’ve also heard that they’re [ refined ] but [ stubborn ] and have [ one ] sibling. i could almost swear i heard [ god sent me as karma - emlyn ] playing when they appeared.

alfhild was the eldest of two daughters of thor, taking after him in many ways. she was spritely and aggressive as a child, always running here and there and challenging anyone who crossed her path to duel her. she wanted to be just like her father – a great warrior, both loved and feared across many worlds. she had no interest in diplomacy or the reasons behind wars. she simply wanted to take part in them. of course, her father – and those who helped watch over the girls – only entertained her to an extent.

as she grew, she slowly realised the necessity of brain and brawn. she dove herself into studies relating to all things war-related. she didn’t care for ruling a kingdom – she wanted to be the great general of a kingdom. she would go out on adventures with and without her father’s knowledge, only letting audhild know where she was going and when she expected to return. she’d got into her bad scraps here and there on these adventures, but she usually returned victorious with some sort of story or treasure to boast about.

however, a particularly bad adventured changed alfhild. she was caught for some weeks, kept for ransom until thor was forced to come save her. from then on, she grew a bit more withdrawn and far more serious. she dedicated herself to becoming the centered and strong general she wished to be. she didn’t go on her silly adventures anymore and took her place at the political table. she didn’t share or show many emotions, and avoided social gatherings that were nothing more than a party.

            basics:                full name:  alfhild thordottir                nicknames:  alf, alfie (only v close people can use)                gender:  cis woman                pronouns:  she / her                sexuality:  bisexual                age:  28                occupation:  warrior                species:  asgardian

            appearance:                faceclaim:  morfydd clark                height:  6′0''                eyes:  green                hair:  blonde                piercings:  n/a                tattoos:  n/a                other distinguishing features:  some scars                style:  formal

            personality:                traits:  refined, loyal, protective, stubborn                likes:  shot naps, weapons, polished armour                dislikes:  excessive parties, waste                fears:  perishing, not being able to save herself                phobias:  n/a                hobbies:  weaving, sharpening                skills:  combat, diplomacy, cartography                quirks:  n/a                pet peeves:  children

            family:                mother:  thor                father:  unknown                siblings:  one                birth order:  eldest                spouse / lover:  n/a                children:  n/a                pets:  n/a                notable close relatives:  n/a

[fuchsiagrasshopper]

Contending the Flame XI

Author’s note: This chapter kept going on for a while so I had to cut it off somewhere which means next chapter will have Hvitserk and Ivar in Vestfold. This chapter progresses readers part a lot though and I’m very pleased with how it turned out. I’ve also reached 200 followers so I’m considering making a writing challenge for fun. Thanks to all of you who have made this happen!

Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word Count: 2716

Warnings: The usual

After many days and nights at the open water, you came to land by notice of a raven. The birds were intelligent creatures and held a deeper context in their religion. You were beginning to feel the early traces of curiosity rearing. When the longboat had slipped into silent spells, you would try to listen to pieces of conversations and make sense of the strange fables and gods. By the time you were passing into the fjord, you were struck with the guilt that a day had passed and you had forgotten to pray to God.

The sight of the foreign city had you leaping up and hanging over the ledge of the boat to catch a better glimpse. The idea of different lands always seemed so fantastical to the point of myth, yet here you were pulling into a dock. It was a dark and cold place, besieged by tall cliffs of iron rock. The sun was already low, and it wasn't even midday yet. 

For all of its murky preface, you still couldn't shake your excitement at arriving in Kattegat. It appeared you were the only one wearing a smile. The rest of your shipmates were stricken with sullen faces, and Ubbe was addressing the warriors.

"Lagertha's watch will already know we're here, so be prepared for questioning when we tie-up," He said. "Remember, we aren't here to start a war, or to win back Kattegat. We're looking for answers about the spy sent into our army."

"But Lagertha is your enemy," One of the men piped up. "Aren't you going to fight her regardless of that matter?"

Ubbe appeared frustrated. "Only when all of the sons of Ragnar have come to an agreement will we fight."

There was more chatter and bickering in hushed whispers as Ubbe tried to reign in the rabble. You watched on, wanting to help the eldest brother, but you knew your powerlessness. Audhild was beside you observing as well, and she made a harsh noise in her throat that resembled a laugh.

"Ubbe doesn't care to avenge his mother," She said offhandedly.

You paused a moment, not knowing if she wanted you to answer or if it was just her way of airing her outrage. "What do you mean?"

"Lagertha was the one who murdered Queen Aslaug. Some say to win back Kattegat, while others would have you believe it was revenge on her luring Ragnar away."

Ivar had spoken briefly about his mother, but you weren't aware of the entire history until this moment. "And what do you believe?"

"I believe Aslaug wanted to die and bewitched Lagertha into being the one to do it. She was a sad woman, made empty by the disappointing King Ragnar. There's no question that Lagertha is the better Queen, but reasoning won't reach slighted loved ones. Ivar will never allow Lagertha peace."

You looked into the healer's eyes and saw the truth of what she spoke. It was tragic. "How will you Northmen ever triumph over the Saxons, when you're too busy killing each other?"

Audhild barked out a brisk chuckle. "Smarter leaders than you or I have said much the same, yet here we are plotting to steal back Kattegat while Harald Finehair plans to launch an assault to win him rule over all of Norway. These are bold choices, and actions worthy of Valhalla. There's much you don't understand, nun."

"I wish I did," You murmured, feeling foolish. 

Audhild studied you and seemed to determine you were genuine. "Perhaps you will, now that you're here. I don't think you'll see England again."

The mention of that didn't alarm you as much as it should have. You felt a pang of sadness, but not for the loss of England. That place had never felt like home. Nowhere ever had, and that was the root of your melancholy. You didn't have a place to belong, just a series of unfamiliar destinations had come and gone.

As the ship slowly coasted up to the wharf, there weren't many onlookers, and you chalked that up to being that these people witnessed boats coming and going at all times. One ship wasn't enough to warrant too much attention. If anyone took a second glance, it was because of Ubbe. Those sons of Ragnar drew attention wherever they went, and it must have been unusual for him to be seen without the others present. 

When the boat docked, the crew immediately leapt to unloading the few provisions that had been packed aboard. You kept close to Audhild, unsure where your usefulness lied. You wanted to go and have a gander at the city, but you knew you couldn't just spring out on your own.

"Ólaug," Ubbe called, and your head snapped up at attention. "I want you to remain with Audhild for now. I'll likely be called to meet with Lagertha. I can see some of her shieldmaidens have been sent to treat with us."

You stared over his shoulder to the three women approaching. They were dressed in boiled leather and metal and armed with swords and bows, not unlike the maidens you had seen serving in the army.

"Ólaug? Did Ivar tell you to call me that?"

Ubbe flustered as if it had escaped him unnoticed that little slip-up. "He might have mentioned it, and I don't know your real name."

You sighed, but more from contentment than anger. The name had stuck, and it was something else to remind you about Ivar. "It's alright. I will try to keep out of trouble to make things easier for you."

"Good," He nodded in relief.

Ubbe was the first to hoist his way onto the dock, and you followed close behind him with Audhild and a group of warriors. By then the three shieldmaidens had made their way down to the water, and a golden blonde with intense eyes ringed in kohl stepped forward.

"You're missing something, Ubbe," She started, gathering a look at the rest of his party. "Where are your brothers?"

"Not missing, just separated. What I thought was best for the army no longer aligned with where Ivar and Hvitserk wanted to take it."

The warrior woman appeared unconvinced. "So you thought you'd return here, after threatening to overthrow Lagertha with Ivar the last time."

You tried to contain your surprise at that. Apparently, the feud between the sons and this Lagertha ran deeper than you could comprehend.

"I wished to return home, and to my wife. The ones who came with me sought the same," Ubbe explained. "Please, Torvi. I will give my share of the raids to Lagertha if that's what she wants, but I did not come here for title or glory."

The woman, Torvi, pondered over his words. "I would be less inclined to believe you if Ivar were present, but our scouts reported that you were the only ship to cross the fjord. Perhaps I can have Lagertha grant you a private meeting, but just with you, not even Margrethe would attend."

"I accept that," He agreed. "Do we have permission to disembark? My crew are tired and thirsty."

Torvi took another glance at all of you, and you found it difficult to meet her eyes when they fell upon you.

"You may, and have all of your gold brought to the Queen."

That was where the negotiations ended at least for the time being. You didn't know what task had been entrusted to Ubbe by Ivar, and you thought it better if you didn't know. Torvi led her two companions away back through the streets of Kattegat, and all while Ubbe watched her depart.

"I'm sure others are watching," He commented. "Don't mention Ivar or Hvitserk while out in public."

There was a collective agreement that reverberated from the group, and Audhild took a step forward.

"If Torvi is here, does that mean Bjorn is still in Kattegat?"

Ubbe shook his head. "I'm sure he made for the Mediterranean as he wanted to. Besides, even before we made for England, there were whispers of their marriage failing. Torvi serves his mother now."

As more names were idly tossed in the air, you began to grow more confused and out of place. The Northmen had as many struggles in their leadership as the Saxons, and you wondered if there was a place in this world that wasn't rife with betrayal. 

"Come, Ólaug," Audhild's voice broke through your internal fretting. "There's something I must tell you, and it shouldn't be done with so many eyes around."

You frowned in confusion, but when you looked to Ubbe he gave Audhild a swift nod of dismissal. Whatever it was regarding, he knew about it. 

You departed the dock, leaving the others to unload the heavy boxes of gold and treasures. Some of it you knew was from the ransacked church in York, but it didn't bother you to see it brought back into foreign lands. What Ivar had said before about the church hoarding wealth was true. Better it to be distributed among this trading post than in the hands of old men who preached righteousness but committed avarice. 

You had been anticipating with some excitement to walk through the market stalls of Kattegat, but Audhild was not leading you to the city. She was headed in the direction of a path through the woods, and you weren't sure if you should feel nervous. The sounds of the crowd were growing distant, and you wondered if you should be preparing to run. Audhild may have been a healer, but she was thick in the shoulders and could still likely beat you in a fight.

"Where are we going?" You asked, and your voice shook.

Audhild tossed a glance your way and let out a laugh. "Don't look so nervous, Christian. Do you think I'd kill you now when I could have disposed of you all those times we worked alone back in York?"

It sounded silly out loud, and you ran a hand through your growing hair. "Sorry, I guess the forest made me nervous."

"You are paranoid, but I suppose it's better to be cautious. I would hold onto those instincts if I were you," She said while stepping over brush and deadfall. "And we're headed to my home. Ubbe and I agreed it would be better to keep you out of Kattegat until you've adjusted more. Some might not take to another Christian among us, not after Athelstan."

That was Ragnar's monk friend. Ivar had only mentioned him in passing, and it seemed he was not held in high regard. You supposed if the situation were reversed, and it was a heathen among Saxons, they would feel much the same.

Audhild continued to lead you along this long and difficult path, and the more the forest twisted, the less certain you were of your wayfinding skills. If you had to find the docks again, you didn't think you'd be able to. The dense trees provided decent shelter from the winds, however, and you had lost the prickly feeling on your skin that came from the cold. 

"It's not much further now. I don't think I'll have much in the way of food, but I can provide drink and get a fire going," said Audhild.

You were used to going long bouts without a meal, but the fire sounded like heaven. Sleeping on a boat in constant motion wasn't the same as a bed or even a solid floor, and your aching back would welcome either.

The trees were beginning to thin until you found yourself in a small clearing in the woods. The ground was sun-dappled and leaf-covered, and a small house sat vacant in the center. You let out a small gasp, unable to describe what you were feeling at the sight of it.

"I know it isn't much, but it's all I've ever needed. I have no children, and I left for raids more than I was here."

"I think it's wonderful," You admitted. "But I've never had my own home before, and I gave up the need for one when I joined the abbey."

"Strange custom. What's a woman without a home?"

Had you not been a nun, it was likely you would not have had your own property anyway. It would have belonged to the man you would have chosen as a husband. You didn't bother to mention that to Audhild though. She was already looking at you as if you were the most peculiar creature. 

"Can we go inside?" You asked, a sudden longing to be sheltered. 

"In a moment," Audhild replied while holding you back. "I want to finish what I have to tell you now. Ivar wanted me to do this when we reached Kattegat and not a moment earlier."

At the mention of Ivar, your heart fluttered in both anticipation and concern. "What did he want you to do?"

Audhild took your hands, and she let the gruff expression on her face ease. "You are now made a free woman."

You blinked. If it wasn't for her strong grip on your hands, you were certain your arms would have fallen limp at your sides like dead meat on hooks. The words held much meaning, and you were afraid for whatever came next. You would have to fight the fear if you wanted to be seen as anything more than a coward. "I'm no longer a slave?"

"Yes, you stupid girl," Audhild said, letting go of you before you caught on to how soft she could be. "To be free amongst us gives you certain privileges and ensures you should be kept safer."

You didn't know what privileges she was speaking of, but the bit about being safe put you into a state of ease. "Why did he not free me himself before sending me here?"

"Can you not think of the reason?"

Shame perhaps? No, you banished the thought. Ivar was nothing if not prideful and likely would have wanted to free you himself if he could. You forced yourself to think of the circumstances of why he sent you away to be free, and then…

"If he freed me in York, I could have refused to come here," You spoke aloud and Audhild gave a resounding nod. "He thought I would refuse to stay with him."

"I'm not well acquainted with the Prince, but everyone in Kattegat knows of how he has been abandoned and lost those he cares for. I guess he wouldn't risk the same of you."

You felt guilty, but you didn't know why. As for whether or not you would have chosen to come to Kattegat yourself, you knew in your heart your answer. When you met Ivar again, you would have to make him understand how you felt. You wished he was beside you again, but you knew he had something more important to deal with and you refused to be a burden.

"What do I do now?"

"You come inside to warm up," Audhild said as she started for the door of her home. "And afterwards, we'll have to make sure you start to behave like a proper free woman because for the moment you look as lost as a fish on dry land."

You wanted to be insulted, but you knew the healer was right. You were far from home, and with a tenuous grasp of the language. What did it mean to be free, and among such strange folk as these Northmen whose religion you didn't fully understand? 

You gathered the skirts of your slave frock and hurried after her. Perhaps to start you could buy new clothes. You also had not a coin to your name, and though you were capable with a needle and thread you couldn't make an entire new wardrobe with such paltry efforts. It seemed you would have to rely on the kindness of strangers for the time being, though the thought of that felt like charity. You would do what you could to assist Audhild in place of proper payment. She was calling for you again, for Ólaug. Only this time you didn’t spurn from the name, you ran towards it and the new freedom that Ivar the Boneless had gifted to you.

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[luvsyana]

Meet My MC: Dr. Anastasia Audhild

Book -> Open Heart

Full Name -> Anastasia Audhild

Nicknames -> Anastasia (called by everyone), Nassie (called by close friends and relatives), Rookie (by Ethan)

Face Claim -> Elçin Sangu

Age/Birthday -> 29 ; November 17th

Love Interest -> Ethan Ramsey

Hometown -> Kirkland, WA

Education -> University of Washington Medicine

Occupation -> Medical Attending / Fellow on the Diagnostics Team at Edenbrook

Family -> Margaret Audhild (Mother), Trevor Audhild (Father), Elizabeth Audhild (Adoptive-Sister)

Background -> Half German from father’s side, her mom is American-British but grew up in Germany. She was born in Düsseldorf but her family moved to Washington when she turned three years old.

Personality Traits -> Strong and independent ever since she was a teenager. Anastasia is dependable, insightful, and compassionate, does everything to provide her best to others.

Random Facts -> The breadwinner of her family, can speak German and French fluently, loves Japanese food, is a picky eater, her favorite color is beige, hates traveling because of her motion sickness, is bad at cooking, is a fast runner, scared of bugs, bad at singing.

...

Hey guys! I accidentally deleted my previous account so yeah, starting from zero again 🥲 Anyways, I’ll try and write more additional facts about Anastasia and her family in the future posts. I want to introduce her and her background first before publishing stories again :)

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[forbiddenredjollyrancher]

― Your muse’s name: Hulda Jorgendóttir 

―  A favorite picture/face claim of your muse:

― Two headcanons you have for your muse:

-Hulda is one of a few Norn unable to shape-shift into an animal form. This made her feel like an outcast throughout her youth. Since becoming a soulbeast and being able to merge with her companion polar bear, she finally feels like she truly belongs and is closer to the Bear Spirit.

-Ever since the trials in Tarir, when she was tested on leadership in the form of a rabbit, she’s been having recurring dreams about Snow Hare. One of the things that spurred her to go to Grothmar Valley, was a dream where she weathered a fierce blizzard alone, in the form of the rabbit once more. She often wonders if Snow Hare, not Bear, as been guiding her this whole time.

― Three things that your muse likes doing in their free time:

-Leather carving. Makes the designs on her own leather armor.

-Fishing and hunting. Technically a necessity for survival, but one she enjoys. Sometimes she silently stalks animals just so she can watch them and see how close she can get.

-Drinking. 

― Seven people your muse loves/likes:

-Audhild- Step-sister and best friend.

-Jorgen and Kari- Father and step-mother. Her father comes from the Bear Lodge and Kari is from the Snow Leopard Lodge. Without Kari, Hulda never would’ve learned the stealth and tracking techniques that make her the ranger she is today.

-Aurene- Dragon baby.

-Eir- Mentor. Treated each other like family. Deceased.

-Braham- Not actually her brother but I dare you to tell her otherwise. She took his initial rejection of Dragon’s Watch the hardest.

-Tybalt- Mentor and good friend. Deceased.

-Esme- Fellow Commander, both were mentored by Tybalt in the Order of Whispers. Hulda is frequently the only Commander who can see past Esme’s ice queen facade.

-Young Berry- Her polar bear companion. I know, cheating with an eighth entry. But you gotta give a shout out for a ranger’s loyal pet. 

― A phobia your muse has:

She has a form of autophobia, the fear of being alone. She get anxious when alone for long periods of time and fears doing important tasks without the company of another. 

[horns-n-jams]

Dump of doodles and what not

1. Viggo and Ulf doodles because Viggo is kisser and loves his wife a hell lot, on second doodle sizes are bit off but I needed soft doodle of Viggo and Ulf with their second child; his name is Thanes

2. A Tigress, my nighlight boi, he is hella femenine looking trap dragon, I love him

My Chaghatai Khan and Griselda hell, I love them so much and hgg

5. Sassa-Audhild! A daughter of Ragnar the Rock. Ragnar basically rised her alone as his ex wife.. Is a bitch

6. Nasty grandparets fuck I love them, Grimmel ans his wife of 30 years Mireli, a finnic potions wiccan

[an-excellent-choice]

Gale and his giant girlfriend Audhild ☺️

[themilokin]

14, 17, 29, 30, 31

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-ed.

Oh god. Oh no. The LONGEST LIST…

The Historical Preservation Society of Fandolin - My first ever dnd party playing Lost Mines of Phandelver! This was a bunch of years ago and I still have very very fond memories. We got our name by a scheme that managed to get us a 1v1 fight with a necromancer and then later an invitation to see some bugbears but that turned out less good. Comprised of Flint the Dwarven Cleric who 100% started a table-wide superstition of warhammers never hitting their targets, Taris the Half-Orc Paladin noble who originated the scheme, Tilwynn Syrr (Mr. Sir)- my wood elf rogue- who continued the scheme and butted heads with Taris repeatedly, and Eileer- a wood-elf beastmaster ranger who we called Grandma for her age and general personality. It was a wild few months.

Ghostbusters - A hard-scrabble group of idiots fight off supernatural threats and actual cannibal Shia LeBouff in the Magic The Gathering setting of Innestrad. The first campaign my girlfriend and I got to play together, and her first campaign! Comprised of her Ness (a Hunter Ranger with RIDICULOUS damage output), my Vermillion Kade (assassin and group dad), a Fighter that died to a Shambling Mound and came back as a Bagpiping Bard whose names elude me, Nessnemo (Nemo for clarity- a barbarian whose outfit consisted of primarily straps and little else), and Anders (A druid who caused the tablewide joke of ‘Bear in a Banquethall’ whenever players do something Very Ill-Advised because they missed a detail of description). We also saw a character named Chrodechild in this game while I took over for a Birthday Two-shot DMing stint.

OG Sendra - The first attempt at a full-length campaign. Comprised of Chrodechild the enchantress that eventually face-heel-turned into a villain, Lorelai Elffei the thief from a town of children who died and came back, Nemo (once more, but tiefling this time), Eseka the Halfling Monk/Bard performer in a circus (I THINK to melil, actually) who died and was restored, and Feverfew- the Drow Warlock of the Archfey.It had a pretty high character-swap-and-death rate. Feverfew the warlock died and became Patrin the Dragonborn Paladin who was then ALSO killed, and Kanseif the Human Barbarian Warrior Princess came about to replace him. Chrodechild turned evil and was replaced with Rhadha the crippled tiefling warlock who had made a deal with hags and had a long contract full of stipulations. Brill had to depart after character moments occurred and came back as Sylvienne Ghost- an Aasimar druid and Therapy Dog. There were further character swaps later on, but by the time they occurred the campaign had begun to grind to a halt.

Shards of the Past - A campaign run by a friend. The party was gathering the broken fragments of a rod of Manticores to fight back against the northern Empire. We were contracted by the queen to do so and BOY we sucked at it but we sure did win the war! A human paladin (whose name escapes me) with a lion-steed named Balthazar, Kestral the human Ranger-assassin (who had bird-themed names for her whole family it was rad), and my gnome Wizard Sullivan Orren du Ghislain-Ameritte III, who slowly descended towards lawful evil as the game progressed. It was a WILD romp. 

ThreaTTT - My second stab at DMing! The players awoke in prison after a night of wildly out-of-hand carousing and had to pay off their debt to society in service to Drann’s public. Mostly monster hunting and character-driven, the first introduction of The Timeless and Sliver of Moon! Party consisted of Tor (half-elf half-dwarf bard who was locked in an endless one-sided rivalry with Fortesque D’artigan- another half-elven bard), Risc Taxis (an assassin from the Talons, the southern Thieves and Assassin’s guild in Sendra, and an addict to Celadon- a opiate that stains fingers blue), and Atonement/Toni- an Aasimar Archfey warlock who was fleeing an engagement and was beholden to the whims of her 12 year old patron. They more or less made a thrash metal band by level 5, and Cera- a merfolk enchantress prostitute- joined up with them after a trip to the Stormlashed Sea. Her name didn’t fit the scheme, but she was loads of fun.

Pile of Idiots/Fortune’s Favor/Dumb Luck - You know this one, Muffin. ;P Comprised of a Fireball-Happy Endlessly-Curious sorcerer, an Extra As Shit 4 Elements Monk, the Queen of the Sea herself, The Worlds Best Bard, Smol Druid with Smol Doggo frond, and Beefest Lizard Tank, these idiots try and save the world- or at least get by.

Trees Beneath the Seas - A campaign that got very away from us, and where Moon received most of his character development. It was a huge party, which I think detracted a bit from the potential RP fun, but I got to be RECKLESS. We had Damon Pyre the Half-Elf-Half-Dragon Sorcerer, Durieal Durnam the OP monk that was killed by the weapon he carried, Saneva Amailo the hexblade warlock of Garagos and certified Edgelord Supreme, Quv the gnome-turned-elf rogue that left and whose player came back with Rue the Pumpkin Queen the human druid, Amaya Arissius the wood-elf Horizon Walker Ranger (who died and was reincarnated as a human), Verath the Dragonborn bard, Persephone O’Dougal the Canim forge cleric, Braugen Rowcron the dwarf barbarian who came back later as Satsuss the yuan-ti artificer, Arlow Rathers the paladin of Illmater and best baker the world has ever seen, Waruk Flamesong the half-orc wizard/cleric who sank the world, and finally Sliver of Moon who robbed, lied, and smooth-talked his way into and out of worlds of trouble as a swashbuckling rogue-fighter-paladin-sorcerer (we got to lvl 30 shit got WEIRD).

Harder Than We Thought - Thrush’s game! We played on the continent of Sivaan- slowly coming under siege by a power called The Parody that wanted to make the whole world just a liiiiiiiittle more interesting. Evelynn Mercado (Parsippany Olapieros) the half-elf blade-bard with ten tons of swagger in a ten ounce body who was looking for her father and making her own name in the world, Thrush Marigold the endlessly sunny sun-soul monk who was learning about his tiefling heritage while looking for his mother, Sir Tim the Halfling Hero For Hire Paladin who was making his tiefling lover and his son proud, Dune the bloodhunter with a Big Problem with hags, ‘The’ Wothe the more traditional halfling bard who was potentially about to be Thrush’s uncle by marriage, Perryn the Air Genasi Beastmaster Ranger and prankmaster general, and a dragonborn sorcerer I cannot recall the name of with terrible eyesight.

Punk! - A portal-fantasy run by our Innestrad DM, with a fantastic set up where he said he had to take a call during our session 0 and walked out. We then all got messages at the table saying he’d been replaced and to not trust him, and when he came back his whole body language was changed and then ‘sucked us into a portal’ via his tome of handbooks he got rebound into one HUGE book. We all played ourselves but better, and it was wild.

Umber Wilds/Aspiring Cryptids - One I’m currently running on mondays! A group of adventurers Doing Their Best. Audhilde Stoneforger is the Eldritch Knight and Battle Goddess who can leap up to 170 feet because I’ve broken my own will. Larken Delmare is the human shadow sorcerer who used to be an elf and came back wrong, she’s got ties to the first lands of Thielle and is dealing with Coming Back Wrong as best she can. Yseult Brighton is a water-genasi grave cleric with both Selune and Shar claiming portions of her soul, she’s been dubbed the World’s Okayest Cleric and is basically a fishbowl made of friendship. Lastly there’s Ekaterina Sheralova, a drow Gloomstaker Ranger with the most flamboyant fashion and cat-like personality whose family is probably going to wind up killing her or trying to.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?

BIG CRITS! You max your primary damage die and then roll the second, so you’re always hitting big when you get that nat 20! I have to beef so much health because of this.

Flanking - Instituted around the In-Person table: when you flank you get a +2 to hit, not advantage. It’s less OP that way.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions?

Usually RP heavy sessions are my favorite thing, but sometimes you just want to hit something. XD I’ve found I really like a healthy dose of both, but I love it when the combat functions to fuel RP, so RP is probs my more favorite kind.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?

They’ve trended more diplomatic! I’m grateful for it, and it’s neat seeing what pushes characters into ‘murder’ when they start out with diplomacy.

31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?

Oh golly, probably Rogue or Paladin for favorite class, but Bard is up there too. I love versatility, and Rogue and Bard are skill monkey classes that are super fun. Paladin’s whole ‘strength from your belief in an ideal’ is also hella fun tho, I like it when paladins draw power from belief not in a god, but in a principle that guides them. Favorite race is harder, I don’t really have a favorite- but I know I dislike playing as Dragonborn, Aarakokra, and Lizardfolk personally. They’re just not for me, I think.

[ryebread-x]

Angrboda

Another slight redesign this time for my interpretation of Angrboda + pre meeting Loki design.

Backstory time(this is all my own interpretation and slightly based off the myths):

Tw: Death mentions

Angrboda used to be a hunter named Audhild. Audhild lived with her father(a jotun) and her mother (a witch) she also had a little brother as well. Her parents were killed in an accident when she was 13, leaving her and her brother orphaned. Over the next few years, Audhild tried to make sure her and her brother were able to survive. Until her brother turned 11 and was then killed by a stray arrow. Audhild, having lost her last family member, wandered to a village at the edge of Jotunheim.

There she met and fell in love with a witch's daughter. Despite Audhild's attempts to court the girl, her mother laid a spell on Audhild, turning her into a beast. Audhild is unable to control any part of herself and ended up slaughtering the whole village, including her lover. After coming to her senses and realizing what she had done, Audhild fleed into the depths of the Ironwood where she hid in a cave. She then renamed herself Angrboða "the bringer of sorrow."

Angrboda spent the next couple years trying to learn what little she knew from her mother and what she grabbed from the witch's cottage before fleeing. In that time, Angrboda was able to master seidr. Despite herself excelling in her magical skills, she was extremely lonely with only the wolves to keep her company. Till a certain young trickster jotun wandered into her cave, asking for help in order to learn seidr. Angrboda, happy to have company for once agrees to help the jotun who introduces themselves as Loptr or Loki. Over time, the two fall in love. Angrboda eventually asks Loki to marry her, and they agree. The two have their first son, Jormungandr, and Angrboda is happy till Odin shows up. Then everything clicks. Odin, the man in front of her cave, was the one who had accidentally shot her brother, then fleed. Now, he was asking her spouse to join him and his friend (Hoenir).

Immediately distrustful, Angrboda becomes protective and warns Loki not to trust him she never tells them why, though. Despite Loki's hesitation at first, he is eventually convinced by Odin to join him despite Angrboda's warning. Leaving Angrboda to helplessly watch as tragedy follows, losing another lover and then her only children. Eventually, even her own life.

[wristic]

It Takes Strength

Pairing: (queue card like Always Sunny In Philadelphia) Ubbe adopts a baby Word Count: 2100 Warnings: babies being very unhappy

Anonymous Requested: Can you write a imagine where Ubbe finds a baby during a raid and bring's the baby back to Kattegat to raise it as his own with Margrethe?

A/N: I think I got focused on the wrong part of this request but I enjoy seeing Ubbe suffer with himself.

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It was hard not to get caught up looking around, his stomach still tight under his ribs. There was something so wrong about it all. Warriors he could rage into battle against, could cut down without a second thought. This was different. It was ugly. They didn’t fight at all. They couldn’t, and yet they were still being slaughtered in a wave of blades and laughter.

Ubbe swallowed hard, stopping in the intersection and looking about. Piles of bodies all stained in red, people screaming and begging like ghosts in his ears. His hands shook as he grew cold. This wasn’t what he came here for. His Gods couldn’t see him as an earned warrior for this. The fight was so easy he felt pathetic for even opening the doors with axes ready.

To try and escape it all, he turned down an emptier corridor, wringing his hands to get some feeling back in them. York was a maze, Ubbe still came across bodies, still heard the screams, sometimes running a circle. It wasn’t until he heard a high cry, one that sounded so out of place that he stopped. It babbled now, making him feel far sicker than he did before. Glancing over his shoulder, he found the culprit.

A small girl was curled up on and next to a motionless body. A toddler but still a baby, blood seeped into the knees of her long blue dress. She laid there on her mothers back and looked around with big brown eyes. Ubbe felt the world so small as she watched him, kicking and lifting herself higher on the dead body before turning her head away and laying it back down in wait.

She had no idea the mother she was seeking comfort from was dead, no care in the world for the blood pooling in a ring below her. Taking slow steps he felt dizzy, like he was stuck in a nightmare. Ubbe came and squatted down by the little girl, reached out with a hesitant hand. Pulling on the little white bonnet until it slipped off, a full head of thick jet black curls greeted him.

She turned and looked at him again, those eyes completely devoid of knowing. He was only a man, and below her was only her mother. Her pudgy cheek were the softest thing he had ever felt, bringing a smile to him as she searched around in his face. Someone screamed in the background making her nervous, bouncing on her feet before laying her head down on her mother again.

Ubbe didn’t know how he found his arms wrapping around her little body. Didn’t know how he carried her out of the big gates to the women and thralls that were left behind over the hill. All he knew was he felt safer cleaning the blood from her, felt happy watching her splash around in the bucket of water till she squealed in delight.

But the net of bliss he made crumbled fast in the night. She started to cry, searching aimlessly as she whined the first words he’d heard from her lips, “Maa-maa!” She said it over and over again, shifting and pushing against his chest. It made his heart ache, doing everything he could to try and ease her but she only screamed louder and higher, until she wasn’t speaking anymore, just crying, just screaming. Ubbe tried to set her down on the bed and convince her she needed to sleep, but she pushed herself off and toddled toward the exit. When he grabbed her she shrieked, kicking hard for him to put her down.

She started choking she was pushing her voice so hard when Audhild came. She was a wife of an allying lord who recently had her own child, and taking one look at his frustrated face, gave a sympathetic grin. Holding out her arms to him, “Let me try Ubbe. Her crying is making my milk run anyway.”

“She is not too old for that?”

“Not at all.”

Audhild took the red-faced and fitful girl and sat down on his bed, pulling her dress off her shoulder and holding the girl close. She fought at first, pushing and squirming with all her strength, only pausing in her cries to swallow the small droplets of milk. Bringing her face to Audhild’s chest, she bit, the small set of eight teeth causing Audhild to cry out and hiss. But the little one soon regretted it when the drink was gone and screamed hard.

Trying again, this time she tried to accept it, still kneading and pushing on Audhilds chest until her tear drenched eyes started rolling back. Ubbe was so relieved he felt like he might cry, sighing as he listened to her broken moans dwindle.

“Ubbe, why don’t you give her to a thrall?” His jaw clenched, unable to look at her. Audhild sighed. “I worry you are taking her for selfish reasons. Everyone saw you were not as jubilant as your brothers with the raid.” He looked to her and she offered, sympathy in her eyes, “Children do not exist to comfort us.”

“That is not why I took her!” The girl stirred on his commanding voice. Audhild started rocking her and instead judged him with a raise of her brows. “Her mother was dead below her. What was I supposed to do?” he whispered.

“Leave her for a thrall to take.”

Seeing her now in Audhilds arms, curled up small and lazily drinking, he didn’t want to imagine her in someone else’s tent, in the care of others who would only raise her for one purpose. “They would make her a thrall as well.”

“Yes. That is how we do this Ubbe.” She tried to reason with him.

He deflated, sighing. “I’m not giving her to a thrall.”

“What a cute little pet Ubbe! Have you named it yet?” Ubbe tensed as Ivar made his way over on the crutch, seating himself on the table and examining the little girl with a sort of malicious amusement. She couldn’t care to notice, exploring the small piece of bread Ubbe handed her before giving an exaggerated bite into it.

“She is not an animal Ivar.” Ubbe mumbled. After swallowing her piece, she started to babble, looking up to him with a long dull yell as if she meant to tell him what she thought. Ubbe chuckled, handing her another piece. “That’s right, you tell him.”

Ivar reached out and twirled a silky black curl in his fingers, tickled to find Ubbe stiffen like a guard dog at the innocent gesture. Dropping his hand back to his lap Ivar shook his head. “What are you doing brother? You are a prince, a son of Ragnar, and you are going to adopt an enemy's peasant child for… what? Why are you doing this?”

He still didn’t have an answer, and when faced with Ivar’s scrutinizing scowl, it felt embarrassing not being able to defend himself. “It is as you said, I am a Prince, I’ll do what I want.”

Ivar scoffed. A loud commotion took their attention and caused Ubbe to turn around, finding himself far more jumpy than he should be. When he came back around he found Ivar holding her, and it took everything in him not to jump up and rip her from his hands.

Ivar pretended not to notice, like that wasn’t the whole point he took her. He started tossing her in the air, a laugh erupting from her big nearly toothless smile. “Oh you like that?” Ivar teased, throwing her some more, shocking Ubbe as Ivar started to laugh at her excited screech. He paused a moment and she started kicking her feet and laughing for more. Ivar was about to when one of his appointed guards called him, signalling they wanted to speak in private.

Ivar looked at her, considering her with an amused grin, until she uttered, “Ma-ma.” Something shifted in his expression, glancing around as if he was looking for a woman to take her. With a sigh Ubbe walked around, taking the girl in his own arms.

“You should give her to a thrall Ubbe. It would be the kinder thing to do.”

Ubbe clenched his jaw tight, ignoring the advice for bouncing her on his arm and making her smile like Ivar had.

“Think about it Ubbe.” Ivar took a warning tone, throwing Ubbe off. “What will you tell her when she asks, ‘why does mother and father have yellow hair and blue eyes, while I have black and black?’. What will you tell her then? ‘Because I killed your real parents in a raid’. You think she could still love you then?”

“I am not looking for love.” Ubbe tried to defend.

“I hope not.” There was a small grin to him, some pompous knowing as he pointed to her cradled tight in Ubbe’s arms. “Because the truth will always be there, and she will resent you for it.”

In the long travel across the ocean, two simple boats out of the hundreds that left, no family to keep him company, she slept near the entire way. Something about the rocking on the waves kept her lazy, Ubbe having to wake her up on occasion to make sure she ate.

There was a comfort he found with the men and women around him. All fathers and mothers, people who wanted to return to their family, filling a hole of the wait by playing with her and taking care of her. They complimented him, congratulated Ubbe on such a beautiful and good girl, as if she had always been his. There was a certain sense of belonging with the calm ride, instilled a pride in him for her sake, even if he was returning shamed.

Walking up the docks, the bay quiet and confused as the people tried to greet the returned warriors. The more he walked with the girl in his arms, the more he wanted to stand still for an eternity. But he sought out Margrethe, her happiness overshadowed by shock at the black haired bundle in his arms. Finding his courage, Ubbe took slow steps up to her. “She-she’s not mine, not from sleeping with some other woman-”

“I could imagine not, that would be impressive.” Margrethe at least smiled, some amusement in her expression, though Ubbe couldn’t tell if it was genuine or bitter. “Having a fully grown one year old in a matter of months.”

Ubbe awkwardly chuckled at that, holding the girl a little closer to calm his nerves. “I found her… her mother is dead.” He let the words sink in, praying he’d not have to explain in painful detail. Slowly Margrethe’s eyes came to light and she looked somewhat terrified. “I’m sorry, I know this is a lot to throw on you but-”

“What is her name?” She asked, throwing him off.

“Uh… I haven’t decided yet, I thought you could help me.”

Margrethe held out her hands, Ubbe passing the girl over and watching at Margrethe’s reaction. She bounced the little girl on her hip, the girl fixated on her long blonde hair, reaching out and pulling on it to look at. “Can you say Mama?”

Ubbe’s heart clenched as the girl looked up with wide-eyes.

Margrethe only nodded with an encouraging smile, “Mama? Mam-mam?”

It came out as a whisper at first, building up into an excited, “Ma-Ma-Ma!” bouncing on Margrethe’s arm and his wife laughing at the girls victorious yelling.

“She will be fine. As a thrall we were always passing around children and raising them as a group. And she seems like a good girl.” Margrethe adjusted for the girl a bit higher as she wanted to go back to playing in the blonde strands. “What names were you thinking of?”

Giving a sigh of relief, he stepped forward and started brushing the girls hair, “Just some the others were bouncing around on the ship. Dagmar, Eira, Audhild, Selby… I’m not good with names.”

Margrethe bounced her a little before reminiscing, “Hm, I have always liked Sylvi.”

“Sylvi?” Margrethe nodded with a hum. “Than she will be Sylvi.”

[onwardvirus87]

Dwarf Race

Kingdoms rich in ancient grandeur, halls carved into the roots of mountains, the echoing of picks and hammers in deep mines and blazing forges, a commitment to clan and tradition, and a burning hatred of goblins and orcs—these common threads unite all dwarves.

Short and Stout

Bold and hardy, dwarves are known as skilled warriors, miners, and workers of stone and metal. Though they stand well under 5 feet tall, dwarves are so broad and compact that they can weigh as much as a human standing nearly two feet taller. Their courage and endurance are also easily a match for any of the larger folk.

Dwarven skin ranges from deep brown to a paler hue tinged with red, but the most common shades are light brown or deep tan, like certain tones of earth. Their hair, worn long but in simple styles, is usually black, gray, or brown, though paler dwarves often have red hair. Male dwarves value their beards highly and groom them carefully.

Long Memory, Long Grudges

Dwarves can live to be more than 400 years old, so the oldest living dwarves often remember a very different world. For example, some of the oldest dwarves living in Citadel Felbarr (in the world of the Forgotten Realms) can recall the day, more than three centuries ago, when orcs conquered the fortress and drove them into an exile that lasted over 250 years. This longevity grants them a perspective on the world that shorter-lived races such as humans and halflings lack.

Dwarves are solid and enduring like the mountains they love, weathering the passage of centuries with stoic endurance and little change. They respect the traditions of their clans, tracing their ancestry back to the founding of their most ancient strongholds in the youth of the world, and don’t abandon those traditions lightly. Part of those traditions is devotion to the gods of the dwarves, who uphold the dwarven ideals of industrious labor, skill in battle, and devotion to the forge.

Individual dwarves are determined and loyal, true to their word and decisive in action, sometimes to the point of stubbornness. Many dwarves have a strong sense of justice, and they are slow to forget wrongs they have suffered. A wrong done to one dwarf is a wrong done to the dwarf’s entire clan, so what begins as one dwarf’s hunt for vengeance can become a full-blown clan feud.

Clans and Kingdoms

Dwarven kingdoms stretch deep beneath the mountains where the dwarves mine gems and precious metals and forge items of wonder. They love the beauty and artistry of precious metals and fine jewelry, and in some dwarves this love festers into avarice. Whatever wealth they can’t find in their mountains, they gain through trade. They dislike boats, so enterprising humans and halflings frequently handle trade in dwarven goods along water routes. Trustworthy members of other races are welcome in dwarf settlements, though some areas are off limits even to them.

The chief unit of dwarven society is the clan, and dwarves highly value social standing. Even dwarves who live far from their own kingdoms cherish their clan identities and affiliations, recognize related dwarves, and invoke their ancestors’ names in oaths and curses. To be clanless is the worst fate that can befall a dwarf.

Dwarves in other lands are typically artisans, especially weaponsmiths, armorers, and jewelers. Some become mercenaries or bodyguards, highly sought after for their courage and loyalty.

Gods, Gold, and Clan

Dwarves who take up the adventuring life might be motivated by a desire for treasure—for its own sake, for a specific purpose, or even out of an altruistic desire to help others. Other dwarves are driven by the command or inspiration of a deity, a direct calling or simply a desire to bring glory to one of the dwarf gods. Clan and ancestry are also important motivators. A dwarf might seek to restore a clan’s lost honor, avenge an ancient wrong the clan suffered, or earn a new place within the clan after having been exiled. Or a dwarf might search for the axe wielded by a mighty ancestor, lost on the field of battle centuries ago.

SLOW TO TRUST

Dwarves get along passably well with most other races. “The difference between an acquaintance and a friend is about a hundred years,” is a dwarf saying that might be hyperbole, but certainly points to how difficult it can be for a member of a short-lived race like humans to earn a dwarf’s trust.

Elves. “It’s not wise to depend on the elves. No telling what an elf will do next; when the hammer meets the orc’s head, they’re as apt to start singing as to pull out a sword. They’re flighty and frivolous. Two things to be said for them, though: They don’t have many smiths, but the ones they have do very fine work. And when orcs or goblins come streaming down out of the mountains, an elf’s good to have at your back. Not as good as a dwarf, maybe, but no doubt they hate the orcs as much as we do.”

Halflings. “Sure, they’re pleasant folk. But show me a halfling hero. An empire, a triumphant army. Even a treasure for the ages made by halfling hands. Nothing. How can you take them seriously?”

Humans. “You take the time to get to know a human, and by then the human’s on her deathbed. If you’re lucky, she’s got kin—a daughter or granddaughter, maybe—who’s got hands and heart as good as hers. That’s when you can make a human friend. And watch them go! They set their hearts on something, they’ll get it, whether it’s a dragon’s hoard or an empire’s throne. You have to admire that kind of dedication, even if it gets them in trouble more often than not.”

Dwarf Names

A dwarf’s name is granted by a clan elder, in accordance with tradition. Every proper dwarven name has been used and reused down through the generations. A dwarf’s name belongs to the clan, not to the individual. A dwarf who misuses or brings shame to a clan name is stripped of the name and forbidden by law to use any dwarven name in its place.

Male Names: Adrik, Alberich, Baern, Barendd, Brottor, Bruenor, Dain, Darrak, Delg, Eberk, Einkil, Fargrim, Flint, Gardain, Harbek, Kildrak, Morgran, Orsik, Oskar, Rangrim, Rurik, Taklinn, Thoradin, Thorin, Tordek, Traubon, Travok, Ulfgar, Veit, Vondal

Female Names: Amber, Artin, Audhild, Bardryn, Dagnal, Diesa, Eldeth, Falkrunn, Finellen, Gunnloda, Gurdis, Helja, Hlin, Kathra, Kristryd, Ilde, Liftrasa, Mardred, Riswynn, Sannl, Torbera, Torgga, Vistra

Clan Names: Balderk, Battlehammer, Brawnanvil, Dankil, Fireforge, Frostbeard, Gorunn, Holderhek, Ironfist, Loderr, Lutgehr, Rumnaheim, Strakeln, Torunn, Ungart

Subrace

Two main subraces of dwarves populate the worlds of D&D: hill dwarves and mountain dwarves. Choose one of these subraces or one from another source.

DUERGAR

In cities deep in the Underdark live the duergar, or gray dwarves. These vicious, stealthy slave traders raid the surface world for captives, then sell their prey to the other races of the Underdark. They have innate magical abilities to become invisible and to temporarily grow to giant size.

Dwarf Traits

Your dwarf character has an assortment of inborn abilities, part and parcel of dwarven nature.

Ability Score Increase

Your Constitution score increases by 2.

Age

Dwarves mature at the same rate as humans, but they’re considered young until they reach the age of 50. On average, they live about 350 years.

Alignment

Most dwarves are lawful, believing firmly in the benefits of a well-ordered society. They tend toward good as well, with a strong sense of fair play and a belief that everyone deserves to share in the benefits of a just order.

Size

Dwarves stand between 4 and 5 feet tall and average about 150 pounds. Your size is Medium.

Speed

Your base walking speed is 25 feet. Your speed is not reduced by wearing heavy armor.

Darkvision

Accustomed to life underground, you have superior vision in dark and dim conditions. You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can’t discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.

Dwarven Resilience

You have advantage on saving throws against poison, and you have resistance against poison damage (explained in the “Combat” section).

Dwarven Combat Training

You have proficiency with the battleaxe, handaxe, light hammer, and warhammer.

Tool Proficiency

You gain proficiency with the artisan’s tools of your choice: smith’s tools, brewer’s supplies, or mason’s tools.

Stonecunning

Whenever you make an Intelligence (History) check related to the origin of stonework, you are considered proficient in the History skill and add double your proficiency bonus to the check, instead of your normal proficiency bonus.

Languages

You can speak, read, and write Common and Dwarvish. Dwarvish is full of hard consonants and guttural sounds, and those characteristics spill over into whatever other language a dwarf might speak.

Hill Dwarf

As a hill dwarf, you have keen senses, deep intuition, and remarkable resilience. The gold dwarves of Faerûn in their mighty southern kingdom are hill dwarves, as are the exiled Neidar and the debased Klar of Krynn in the Dragonlance setting.

Ability Score Increase

Your Wisdom score increases by 1.

Dwarven Toughness

Your hit point maximum increases by 1, and it increases by 1 every time you gain a level.

Mark of Warding Dwarf

“My family has the finest vaults you can imagine. They forge the locks that secure the jewels of kings and queens. And I learned to pick those locks when I was barely out of the crib.”

— Cutter, burglar and Kundarak excoriate

The Mark of Warding helps its bearers protect things of value. Using the mark, a dwarf can weave wards and seal portals with mystic force. It also provides its bearer with an intuitive understanding of locks and mechanisms used to protect and seal. The decision each heir has to make is whether they’ll use this power to keep things safe, or whether they’re more interested in opening locks and taking what’s inside.

Mountain Dwarf

As a mountain dwarf, you’re strong and hardy, accustomed to a difficult life in rugged terrain. You’re probably on the tall side (for a dwarf), and tend toward lighter coloration. The shield dwarves of northern Faerûn, as well as the ruling Hylar clan and the noble Daewar clan of Dragonlance, are mountain dwarves.

Ability Score Increase

Your Strength score increases by 2.

Dwarven Armor Training

You have proficiency with light and medium armor.

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Does anybody have any idea or estimation what the body 2 height is because man I am loving this height difference