#rumblebelly

[qwahaxahn]

[ritelli-main]

Can you guess who my favorite character is?

[kai-ice]

This is how I choose to believe it happened. Also I'm I the only one who needs more art of jarlaxle looking like a surprised idiot instead of someone always 20 steps ahead?

[princefleabitten]

Regis x Sima (@ritelli-main oc) because I personally ship them (and totally not because ritelli cannot stop talking about Regis;)

[princefleabittenpersonal]

Ok but how hilarious is it that RA Salvatore named the halfling assassin family Topolino??? Like Italian Mickey Mouse (or the Italian word for little mouse) Why does nobody speak about this? Top notch content.

[educationaldm]

An oft overlooked member of the Companions of the Hall (Drizzt's crew), here is a colouring page for Regis (or Rumblebelly) from Idle Champions.

[exiledfrommars]

I love the fact that no matter who it is talking to Athrogate, they’re always sick of him

[too-many-blorbos]

Just had a thought, bear with me:

A concern re: properly depicting Calimport characters is that almost all the named ones are villains. And no, they're both meant to represent Calimshan as a whole, but if the only non-background Middle-East coded characters in your show are a ruthless assassin and his criminal allies, that's a bad look. But whitewashing them is a bad solution.

BUT! You know who else is often depicted as a white guy despite being from Calimport?

Regis.

Depicting Regis with Middle-Easten features is both more accurate to lore AND provides positive representation. And there is then no excuse for whitewashing Artemis.

I've always dreaded the possibility of LoD getting a live action or animated adaptation because I know damn well they'd make Artemis look like this

[petras-drizzt-corner]

the freaking legacy. AGAIN.

good GOSH this book. Spoilers (up to page 110) below, friends!

Well I found out why Regis is acting weird. It's because he's FREAKING ARTEMIS ENTERERI So now I need to know - where is Regis - what have you done to my sweet sweet baby Rumblebelly - WHY ARE YOU SO OBSESSED WITH DRIZZT!!! well I mean me too on the last one. I think lots of both Drizzt's and Artemis' issues would be solved if they just kissed like cmon guys

And well. I also know why Wulfgar tried to kill Drizzt and that is ALSO ARTEMIS. Like I love you but could you NOT BE A RAGING ASSHAT???

I also got to the part where Vierna kidnaps Drizzt, and reading it is like playing a campaign and yout DM is randomly like "GUESS WHOS TURN IT IS FOR A BACKSTORY ARC" Don't worry, we'll talk more about Vierna and Dinin's characters, because there's a lot that can and needs to be said about them. But that'll take me a while, and I think I'll split their analysis up into two posts. So be looking for that!

Well, that is all for me, at least for now. What are your opinoins on Drizzt and Artemis' rivalry? -Petra !

[drizzit]

Trick or treat!! :)

You will get a tricky treat! BEHOLD YOUR TREAT: THE DRIZZT MTG CONCEPTS IVE BEEN BREWING

Drizzt Do’Urden, Beloved Ranger: 2UG Legendary Creature - Elf Cleric ; Vigilance, First-Strike, Partner ; Whenever Drizzt Do’Urden attacks or blocks target creature gains protection from ____

Drizzt Do’Urden, Last Born Son: BRW Legendary Creature - Elf Rogue ; 2/3 ;

Guenwhyvar: 3GG Legendary Creature - Cat ; Flash ; 4/3 ; When Guenwyvar enters the battlefield, distribute two +1/+1 counters among one or two targets then you may have it fight target creature you don’t control.

Catti-Brie, Spellscarred ; 1UW Legendary Creature - Human Wizard Cleric ; Partner with Drizzt Do'Urden, Beloved Ranger ; Whenever Catti-Brie, Spellscarred enters the battlefield put a study counter on target creature. At the beginning of your end step you may exile a creature with a study counter, then return it to the battlefield under your control at the start of your upkeep. // on target permanent - at any time you could cast a sorcery you may exile target permanent with a study counter and then return it to the battlefield (im still debating)

Wulfgar son of Beornegar: 3GR Legendary Creature - Human Warrior ; penis music , Partners with Drizzt Do'Urden, Beloved Ranger

Rumblebelly, Fate Tester ; 1W Legendary Creature - Halfling Rogue ; Partner with Drizzt, Beloved Ranger First Strike death touch, Heroic - Whenever you cast a spell that targets Rumblebelly,

Bruenor Battlehammer, Thrice Kinged; 2WWR Legendary Creature - Dwarf Warrior ; 4/4 Vigilance

Jarlaxle, Mercenary Maestro ; 3UBR Legendary Creature - Elf ; Melee, Partner

Artemis Entreri ; BBR Legendary Creature - Human Rogue ; Partner with Jarlaxle, Mercenary Maestro ;

Kimmuriel Oblodra; 5UU Legendary Planeswalker - Kimmuriel ; Partner with Jarlaxle Mercenary Maestro ; ill come up with these later ; Kimmuriel Oblodra can be your commander

[stormbringrr]

Drizzt, Bruenor, and Regis. Listening to the Crystal Shard in my free time. Took a moment to sketch the 3 durning my “lunch break.” Heard these were excellent books. Plus the recommendation came from the most interesting person ever. #nerdywife #crystalshard #forgottenrealms #drizztdourden #bruenorbattlehammer #regis #rumblebelly #rasalvatore #ballpointpendrawing #workdoodles #urbansunrises #dungeonsanddragons https://www.instagram.com/p/ChYDuQLPvtq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ritelli-main]

☆ﾟ.*Take this drawing of Regis (as a threat)☆ﾟ.*

[multilingual-warrior-cats]

Help expand the Library

Unfortunately, this language nerd is ironically monolingual and doesn’t have access to other translations of Warriors, nor has any idea what they actually mean, especially if the language isn’t a Germanic or Romance language.

So for the bilingual, trilingual, and other multilingual fans of Warriors, I implore you to assist by providing the names and translations of Warriors in other languages. For languages not written in the Latin script, I ask for the names be in the text of asks/submissions so I can copy-and-paste them into posts.

A Litmus Test on what I’d like included in submissions:

1 - The name/title in the native language. If the name/title differs when directly translated back into English, make note of the change in (parentheses). Example: Loudbelly - Rumpelbauch (Rumblebelly)

2 - For most cats, just warrior names are fine. No need to include kit or apprentice names for most of these characters.

2a - Include kit and/or apprentice names if there’s weird translation shenanigans going on.

2b - If the cat had a substantial name change (kittypet to warrior or warrior to leader), include those translations too.

2c - If the cat died as a kit or apprentice (like Mosskit or Gorsepaw), it’s fine, just use their little baby name.

2d - Some cats are presented together, like Princess and Smudge. In those cases, I’d like it presented with however the language expresses “X and Y”. Likewise, Midnight is written as “Midnight the Badger” and I’d like her translation to be however the language expresses that.

Thank you for visiting the library!

- Lynx

Special thanks to the people who provided translations!

German @lion-magnus, Russian @p1neapplerum, Finnish @satzzzwarriorcats, French @squirrelcrow-is-my-passion

[princefleabitten]

Just Catti Brie and Artemis forming a beautiful friendship to save their mutual friend Drizzt (Legend of Drizzt: Starless Night)

[theanoninyourinbox]

Which kits are adopted in the Firesasha au? Because I'll find it hilarious if Firestar somehow has a bio kit that looks like Darktail, unless Darkthroat is Darktail?

Darkthroat is Darktail, and Rumblebelly is also adopted! I forgot to add the little note on the page before I uploaded it oops ;)

[artemis-entreri]

[[ Cover reveal for the next book in the Drizzt series, Boundless, featuring Jarlaxle. Scheduled release date: September 10, 2019. 

Excerpt:

The Year of Dwarvenkind Reborn

Dalereckoning 1488

He could hear the labored breathing of his poor pony, but Regis didn’t dare slow. For the shadows within the shadows were not far away, black, misshapen things, lumbering and twisted by evil and unrelenting anger.

Demons. Everywhere in the forest, demons.

The halfling weaved about the trees, urging poor Rumblebelly on. He came down around a stone, the trail bending to the south, and into a clearing. He winced, noting the sheen of sweat on his pinto’s brown and white coat.

At least now he could stop, but only briefly, and only because Showithal Terdidy, one of the leaders of the Grinning Ponies, rode onto the small clearing from the other direction.

“Where is Doregardo?” Regis asked, pulling up alongside his friend.

Showithal nodded back the way he had come. “The wood’s thick with the fiends,” he said. “We’ll not get through.”

“And they’re all heading in the same direction,” Regis added.

Showithal nodded. “Doregardo is convinced that these monsters are guided by a greater purpose, and that they know of Bleeding Vines,” he explained. “The beasts are moving in a wide arc, by all reports coming up and down the line, and will strike the town all at once.”

“Then you’ve got to get there before them,” Regis ordered. “All of you, turn about and ride as if the lives of all in Bleeding Vines depend upon your speed, for surely that is the truth.”

“The farms…the villages…”

Regis shook his head. “You cannot get to them, and even if any of you did, you’d only be leading demons to new victims. The farmers will hear the monsters. They have lived in the wilds for all their lives. They will shelter and hide. You must get to Bleeding Vines. All of you.”

“All of us, Spider Parrafin,” Showithal corrected.

Again, Regis shook his head. “Waterdeep must be told,” Regis explained. It was terribly hard for him to speak those words. He wanted nothing more than to turn about and gallop all the way back to Bleeding Vines, then ride the tram beside his beloved Donnola and his dear Rumblebelly all the way to the safety of Gauntlgrym. But he could not. Not now.

Not in this life.

In his previous life, Regis had been the tag-along, too often making victory more difficult for his beloved Companions of the Hall than helping them to achieve their goals – at least, that’s the way he viewed it. In those long-ago years, Regis had been the least of the heroes. This time, this rebirth, Regis had determined to change that course. He would be no burden. He would live as a hero worthy of the friendship of Drizzt, Bruenor, Catti-brie, and Wulfgar.

Now his path was clear before him. He had to get to Waterdeep, the great City of Splendors, the Crown of the North, the most influential and powerful city in all of Faerun. The Lords of Waterdeep could turn back the demon tide, and Regis had to get to them.

“If you’re on to Waterdeep, then you’re not riding alone,” Showithal insisted, moving his own pony up beside Rumblebelly.

“Go tell the Grinning Ponies to return to Bleeding Vines,” Regis ordered. “That mission, too, is critical.”

A commotion in the trees to the side turned the two.

Demons.

“Go!” Regis ordered, and he slapped the flank of Showithal’s pony, sending the mount leaping away, then quick-turned Rumblebelly and galloped off into the darkness in the other direction.

Heavy footsteps followed him as he wove again through the trees, and buzzing loomed overhead, above the canopy.

“I know, my friend,” he whispered into poor Rumblebelly’s ear. “Give me this run and you’ll find a rest.”

Regis didn’t believe it. He knew Rumblebelly would give him all that he asked for, but understood, too, that he would likely run his beautiful blue-eyed pony quite literally to its death.

But he had no choice.

They were all about him. They were above, and, he found out to his great dismay, they were below him, for the ground to the side erupted suddenly, huge pincers snipping tree roots with ease, and the massive demon clawing up from the earth. A hulking, four-armed glabrezu emerged with long, loping strides, easily pacing Rumblebelly.

Behind Regis, a vulture-like fiend leaped and half-flew, half-ran, in close pursuit.

Rumblebelly’s breathing came in ragged gasps, and Regis knew that he could no longer outrun this pursuit.

Still, he said, “No,” in denial, and he put his head lower, coaxing his poor mount ahead more swiftly, recklessly even, and hoped that he would not crash into a tree.

*****

No halfling had ever ridden a pony better than Doregardo, Showithal Terdidy fervently believed, and his dear friend was proving it to him yet again.

Doregardo effortlessly took his black stallion through the tangle of trees, hardly slowing for the obstacles and brambles, anticipating each turn far ahead and leaning in, urging his pony ever forward, obviously confident that the animal would obey. That the mount had full confidence in him was just as obvious.

A host of demons pursued Doregardo, including several he had cleverly and brilliantly pulled from their pursuit of Showithal. They would not catch Doregardo, Showithal believed.

No one could catch the great Doregardo of the Grinning Ponies.

He paced his mount down a slope into another copse of trees, the demons scrambling close behind. Despite his confidence, Showithal held his breath, and indeed grimaced when he saw those trees shaking violently and heard the growls and roars and shrieks of the fiends.

But Doregardo came galloping out the side, he and his mount showing not a mark as far as the distant Showithal could see, and there was not immediate pursuit – indeed, the battle in the copse continued.

Showithal Terdidy managed a smile despite the desperate situation. Doregardo had turned the demons back on each other, a tangling mess of clawing, biting chaotic frenzy.

When the two rejoined in a small clearing a short time later, it was clear that Doregardo had bought them both some time.

“Our companions have all turned back for Bleeding Vines,” Doregardo told his second-in-command. “We’ve lost none, but that will not hold true for long.”

“Too many of the beasts,” Showithal agreed.

As if on cue, the brush behind them began to shake violently and a pair of misshapen demons burst onto the clearing. The halfling pair were already away, though, Doregardo letting Showithal lead in a straightaway run for the distant halfling settlement, while he, Doregardo, went back into his forest dance.

But more shadows loomed about their flanks, and a loud buzzing sound followed them overhead, and for all their efforts and all of Doregardo’s brilliant maneuvering, when the pair rejoined once more on a wide road further along, they knew that they were in deep trouble. They came together again soon after in another small clearing, now understanding the depth of their predicament.

“Others will make it,” Doregardo said somberly to his friend.

“We’ll make it!” Showithal insisted.

Doregardo nodded, but clearly was not convinced. Nor was Showithal, for now the moving shadows were ahead of them, left and right in the trees.

“Right, then,” Doregardo remarked. “Full charge, you. Head down and gallop for all your pony’s life. I’ll keep our ugly fiend friends busy. My love to Spider and Lady Donnola, aye?”

He kicked his pony and started away, but barely got moving, for Showithal grabbed his reins, holding him and the pony back.

Doregardo looked at him curiously.

“You’ll break me clear, only for me to be caught further along,” Showithal explained. “And you know it. Only Doregardo can get to Bleeding Vines, and only alone.”

“Others will get there,” Doregardo insisted.

“Perhaps, but is that a chance you are willing to take? How many will be slaughtered if they are not forewarned?”

“Warn them, then, and I will join you!”

“No,” Showithal said softly. “You go, all speed.

“I’ll grant you a head start.”

The two halflings, friends for all their lives, comrades-in-arms for decades, shared a long look, one of friendship and brotherly love.

And of acceptance.

“Go,” Showithal said.

Still Doregardo shook his head.

“You will make a waste of my valor,” said Showithal.

Doregardo started to respond, but there was really nothing he could say. He didn’t believe that either of them would get out of the forest alive, but if one had a chance, given a head start here, it would, of course, be him. “Pray Regis…Spider, makes Waterdeep,” he said.

“Pray Doregardo makes Bleeding Vines,” Showithal replied. “And pray he gets Lady Donnola and all the others down to the safety of King Bruenor’s mighty gates.”

“I will see you there, then, my friend,” Doregardo said. “In Gauntlgrym, where the demon horde will falter.”

Showithal nodded, but couldn’t find the strength to audibly respond. He yanked back on the reins, then slapped Doregardo’s black pony on the rump as it moved past him.

Doregardo charged away and Showithal Terdidy drew his sword.

It seemed a meager weapon indeed, measured against the hulking forms scrambling about the shadows.

So be it.

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