#radiant citadel

[chaebolheir]

"for fucks sake, you look half-baked."

introducing the newest npc, vayzo. a shieldbearer of the radiant citadel, they've grown tired of seeing good people die, and are frustated with the way the radiant citadel works. for every successful mission they have accomplished, theyve scared themselves, so let's just say they are good at what they do.

commissions are open!

[floodkiss]

my circle of stars druid, YOLAN, and my college of glamour bard, MIFFY ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

[partyoftwo]

Radiant Citadel battlemap from our brand new set this month.

Loved drawing the lil teahouses and tea tables for this one (also brocade?? brocade!! love me a good brocade). Immense fun to light too :D

[bugbart]

Santiago & Zul, our party’s Warlock & Sorcerer

[danekez]

Itzcoatl got re-classed into Path of the Giant Barbarian! My Rage Form is a little different! Hes uh!! A little bit of a freak!!!

[frosted-gears]

I hardly ever post art anymore but here's some sketches from a homebrew campaign I'm running. Decided to run an adventure from Radiant Citadel and is was a lot of fun.

Please enjoy my himbo paladin NPC companion carrying a giant shrimp for a cooking competition.

[mothdogsart]

Characters for a oneshot(ish) I’m DMing with my buds. Clockwise from the top right we have Finch, fire genasi monk; Marigold, weretiger barbarian; Adrien, custom-lineage firbolg/elf ranger; and Patina, dragonborn bard. They’re all level 11 and currently kicking asses throughout the lands of the Radiant Citadel lol

Paging @blissandbookstores and @likesirensinthenight 🥳

[goldengreenhouse]

meet atta rattata (not her actual name), my way of the long death monk for my DnD group’s radiant citadel campaign

[maxhpart]

Yaretzi, the Wayward Warrior

Originally from a sword-skilled clan in Yeonido, this elf ran away from home when her family ties soured. She eventually found herself in the San Citlán area, where she changed her name to Yaretzi Luna and met Izel, a local dwarf who had also recently lost family (though differently). The two bonded and were inseparable ever after, spending decades rebuilding their lives together, until Yaretzi came to her honorable but grim end while protecting them.

Pose reference by @jookpubstock

[beefydnd]

Evolving Volcano Battle Royale map I made for my Radiant Citadel campaign

[arealcrow]

citadel rooftops

~600 words, d&d (radiant citadel)

Adina flees a tense conversation.

Adina can’t hear anything but his own blood rushing in his ears. Or maybe it’s the sound of the wind whipping past him as he darts from rooftop to rooftop. Some part of his brain is distantly aware of his limbs moving, pushing him forward and ever higher, but clear thoughts are fleeting in the haze of adrenaline. He wants to leap and bite and tear, to satisfy his need for fight and flight in one sharp flurry, but the thought of causing more damage than he’s already been the source of today keeps him on the run. He only stops when he finds a perch that he can’t see the rest of the citadel from, like the tiled roof is an island in the fog of the Ethereal Plane. 

He goes through the motions of setting Goldbiter down- the dragon had stayed curled around his shoulders as he’d fled- and finding a dark corner to hide in. Shadows he could disappear into. With nothing to distract himself, the thoughts just keep rushing through his mind like blood from a fresh wound. Leaking, messy, and all together too red with violence.

What was just a glimpse in a crystal ball takes life in his panicked and spiraling thoughts, a clash of blades turned into a calamitous conflict. By now, he’d memorized the way that Micah brought that sword down on his foes. It was all too easy for him to imagine the dark blade swinging towards him, fuming with smoky malice. Would he manage to dodge out of the way in time, or deflect with his own blade? Would he have the will to strike back? Would he have the will to do what it takes to win the fight? Could he?

The thought wrenches a shaky gasp of distress out of him, and he realizes there are hot tears streaming down his face. One gasp leads to another- it’s not long until he’s dissolved into hyperventilating sobs. He goes to wipe the tears, warm and wet like Micah’s blood on his hands, and the pressure on his chest tightens like a vice.

He’s curled himself into the corner he’d found, with his wings wrapped protectively around himself. The tight configuration is no challenge for Goldbiter to squirm his way into, poking his head into the first gap he finds and insistently pushing forward until Adina makes space for him. He settles on Adina's chest, a warm weight that the tiefling shifts to accommodate.

“I don’t want to hurt them,” he whispers shakily to the pseudodragon, in Draconic hisses, “Any of them.” Some sharp part of him had wanted to snap, to say that none of it was his problem. He hadn’t been able to- to hurt people he cared about even more. He squeezes his eyes shut against the tears that still flow unbidden, though he finds no relief in it. The image of Juni and Micah’s upset faces as he fled the tower are burned into the back of his eyelids.

Goldbiter presses his snout into the space under Adina’s chin, responding with a comforting rumble that continues past the tears finally subsiding.

—

“Try to actually hit it, this time,” Adina shouts down to Micah, his usual taunt when he’s trying to get a rise out of the harengon in combat.

The blow that Micah then delivers is nothing short of brutal- a single swing that brings the gargoyle to its demise. It’s an impressive hit, and Adina’s enjoyment of well wielded violence is almost enough to distract himself from nagging thoughts of being on the other end of that sword. Goldbiter must be able to feel the spike in his pulse, as he feels a gentle nip at the tip of his ear a few seconds later. 

“‘s okay, I’m good,” he murmurs, half reassuring Biter and half reassuring himself.

[thaumic-hobo]

[SPOILERS for the RADIANT CITADEL]

I'm getting to play in a D&D campaign for, like, the third time ever. These are my notes from the first session. Benjamin is my character; he's a firbolg wizard. Torvus, also a firbolg, is the cleric from his home village; for Reasons they're both out seeking their fortune. Elsinore is a dwarf rogue who runs a soup kitchen in the Radiant Citadel, and Green is her half-orc barbarian bouncer.

This was an absolutely excellent session, and I am looking forward immensely to the next one.

[cr00kedt33th]

I like it like that

[umpteenthmonkey]

Market Games Award Pin Renown Getters for Salted Legacy, the first adventure in Radiant Citadel!

When folks at the Dyn Singh Night Market see your fancy pins they'll know you're serious business, saying things like "Ah! A fellow spicy brother!" Or "I hear you make a mean shrimp cake!" You get the idea

[bugbart]

PRINCESS MAEV (a.k.a my PC in a Radiant Citadel game. She’s a Wild Magic Barbarian)

[loriksadoptionagency]

A collection of some of the wildest DnD takes I've ever seen about the Radiant Citadel (and DnD in general). And I couldn't refind the post about the Citadel being "the dnd equivalent of North Korea" but that one was fucking nuts.