#bardic inspiration coins

[not-a-crow-in-a-hat]

Magic item idea. An ancient coin passed along for centuries retains lingering knowledge from each of its previous owners. Can be used to cast guidance or bardic inspiration on yourself.

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Some Game HC's I have about Riddler:

BTAS Riddler loves playing DnD both as a player (always a caster) and as the DM. He is a game developer in the 90's so you bet your ass he was the fliperama kid. Everyday he went to the local game station (and later started exploring and looking for different ones all across Gotham) with only one coin. He played once against a player in a winning streak beting coins and he always won and would accept bets from challengers. He was abble to play all day with only one coin because he never lost a bet.

Gotham Riddler is another DnD nerd and a gamer. But I think he had more money growing up than BTAS Riddler and actually played games in a gameboy. He got a summer job so he could buy more games than Mario and Pokemon. Also I'm sorry but Gotham Riddler never played DnD, that man was born to be a DM and is likely the one DM that didn't became one because it's harder to find a DM than a party so you DM once and now that's your fate.

Arkham Riddler plays Magic The Gathering. He also plays DnD and he is the insufurable player that goes out of the way to create the most OP characthers completly full of combos and makes everything boring for everyone else because he slays too hard. He is insuferable playing Magic as well but at least he is being insuferable against his adversaries. He lost his original deck after being arrested the first time and somehow it ended on young Barbara Gordon's hands. The small time period were pre teen Barbara was the biggest Magic nerd and forced a confused Jim to play was probably the worst thing Riddler ever did to comissioner Gordon and that includes killing his co-workers and friends. Later Barbara went to play it with Jason and Tim (who she isn't dating cause ew), Bernard joined at some point.

The last DnD player is Unburied Riddler who is the opposite to Arkham: he always plays as a bard and he is the biggest follower of the rule of cool/the wonders of RP ever. He knows the rule book upside down but he never really followed the rules, he just sweet talks the DM and the tabble into letting him role for his insane plans to the point that after he basically forced Barbara and Bruce to play with him (Barbara asked Montoya to DM) no one on the tabble even knew what bardic inspiration actually did until Alfred heard them playing and as a closeted DnD nerd got incrisingly distressed by Eddie's "gameplay style". Since then Montoya joined the tabble as a paladim and Alfred is the DM. Instead of analysing what to pick to upgrade his characther Eddie spends all the time trying to find ways to sweet talk Alfred (the hardest DM to bullshit ever) into letting him do his thing. Right now his best trick is to make Bruce either join or get excited for the result because Alfred has a soft spot for his son Master Bruce.

Zero Year Riddler for all his cool persona is a nerd and not only he colects all different editions of War (yes the boardgame, the ancient Greece one is his favorite) but he plays competitive Pokemon (both online and the card game). While he is a good Pokemon player he did lose to an incredible good 12yo and he cried a whole day before trying to extract revenge. Unfortunaly for Ed the kid was from Metropolis and there was a change, small as it was, that Superman could get involved and Eddie isn't really one to get his ass beat by Superman.

Still on the card games BTAA Riddler plays Yu-Gi-Oh. He somehow understands the rules and is good on it. Miss Tuesday used to make fun of him for it until Autum acidentaly introduced her to Bakugan. If you play Bakugan you can't make fun of other people's card game choices. BTAA Riddler also plays Pokemon Go, he started because he thought it was hip and cool (he isn't even that old, he is like 30 but he just wants to be cool with the teens that badly already) and kept going because he really likes to take random pictures of pokemon on normal day things, he also loves shinny hunting. He does it on the actual game as well. He never actually played the whole Pokemon story, he just shinny hunts a lot and stops playing after he catched enough cool shinnies. He has some of the first one to capture the shinng videos and a shinny hunting secret twitter.

[Not a Riddler one but BTAS Joker also plays Yu-Gi-Oh because one has to be mad to understand all the different invocation rules (I say that as a former Yu-Gi-Oh nerd). Harley also plays Yu-Gi-Oh on BTAS but she downplays her talents to let Joker win when she is actually insanely good at it.]

#edward nigma #edward nygma #riddler #edward nashton #dnd #magic the gathering #yu gi oh #riddler headcanon #this is my nerdiest post in a long time

[skitariiposting]

Tonight, I unvaled Copper N. Stuffz, my first humblewood character. He's a rabbit ranger with the throwing-weapon fighting style. He spoke with a Brooklyn accent, has an urge to make money but is not very good at it, and joined the party because he's decided to become a bounty hunter as his 13th job, after getting fired/abandoning his previous 12 jobs. His whole family is named after the coin types, Platinum and Gold are the parents, Electrum and Silver are his brothers, and he's the runt.

Let me tell ya, the throwing weapon fighting style on ranger is kinda rad tho. Getting a flat out +2 damage to all throwing weapons and the ability to draw and throw them in the same attack is kinda crazy. Ended up with a +6 to hit 1d4+6 ranged dagger throw, not counting hunters mark, which would add another d6 to that, all at level 2. Pair that with bardic inspiration to add a d6 to hit, and boy, was I knocking fools out left and right with knives!

That's all just with Tashas cauldron and Zanthars Guide btw, none of that was from Humblewood. You can totally do this in a normal campaign! I just stumbled upon it while messing around as a rabbit man. If I can get my hands on a dancing knife or a blade of recall to make my "having to pick up all my knives after a battle" thing not a problem, I'd be set!

#skitposting #dungeons and dragons #humblewood #d&d #d&d character #d&d 5e

[toomanymuffins]

Chapter 6 of my first fanfic, inspired by this gorgeous Jaskel artwork by the incredibly gifted @firefly-party, and also on AO3.

AND @firefly-party made this beautiful new art for this chapter because 💜SHE IS WONDERFUL💜 and I LOVE IT!!! Keikei, it is so special to me, thank you ☺️

May I keep you company?

Jasker’s brain stirred into consciousness. He squeezed his eyes closed against the morning light and wrapped his arms tighter around the bicep he was cuddling. He heard Eskel’s quiet laughter beside him, and felt the bed gently shaking with the rhythm of it. Well, that’s a pleasant sound to wake to, he thought, and smiled.

“Good morning, Jaskier,” said Eskel softly. “Sleep well?”

“Mmmmm, yes,” replied Jaskier. He peeked an eye open to look at his bedmate, who was resting on his back with his far arm tucked behind his head. He was watching Jaskier with a look of amusement on his face. It was a beautiful sight. “It certainly is a good morning, dear Eskel. Have you been awake long?”

Eskel shrugged. “I’ve been up a while, but you looked cozy, and so was I, so I didn’t want to wake you.”

Jasker snuggled in closer. “Mmmm, I am cozy,” he agreed. “Can I hold you a minute more, or is the path calling to you?” Jaskier asked.

In response, Eskel rolled toward Jaskier and enveloped him with his other arm. Oh, this is nice! Jaskier thought, and buried his nose into the soft skin just above Eskel’s collar.

“Actually,” said Eskel, “May I keep you company, Jaskier? I thought perhaps I could travel with you as far as your event, and then be on my way.”

Jaskier’s heart did a little flip. “Oh, Eskel! Would you?!” He pulled back to look Eskel in the eyes, which were full of warmth and fondness.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Eskel laughed. “In that case, we can enjoy this moment as long as you wish.”

—-------

About an hour later, Jaskier’s bladder and stomach were both awake so he reluctantly got up. Shortly thereafter, he and Eskel prepared to leave. They had a full day of travel ahead of them to reach the bardic competition. Maybe a bit more. Hopefully a bit more, Jaskier thought . He was looking forward to seeing friends from Oxenfurt, but his newfound closeness with Eskel was special and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

Jaskier was pleased that Eskel had seemingly moved past his cautious but hopeful state and was very tactile when he was at ease. He casually brushed his fingers across Jaskier’s earlobe to wipe away a bit of soap left from shaving. He guided Jaskier out of the room ahead of him with a warm hand on the small of his back. He gripped Jaskier’s shoulder for balance as he climbed over the tavern bench to sit beside him at breakfast. And, since Scorpion was a large horse, and well-rested, Eskel suggested that they ride double for the first bit of the journey. Jaskier enjoyed the press of Eskel’s arms and thighs behind his own and the vibrations of Eskel’s chest against his back as he spoke of this and that. I need more Eskel in my life, Jaskier decided.

“Eskel?”

“Hmm?” Eskel’s breath tickled Jaskier’s ear.

“Why haven’t I met you before? I am friends with Geralt, and we often travel together. Do you not see each other from time to time?” Jaskier asked.

“Well, we winter together,” Eskel explained. “But a witcher’s life on the path is usually a solitary one. There are more monsters than witchers, and so we travel separately to cover more ground. And two witchers, sharing contracts, would not earn enough to buy what they need on the road.”

That is true enough, thought Jaskier. Geralt and I often share our coin when he’s had a lean day on the path or when I haven’t had the occasion to perform.

“But Eskel, that just won’t do!” Jaskier huffed. “I want to see you again.”

Eskel replied quietly. “I want that, too.”

—-------

The morning passed quickly, and they stopped at midday to give Scorpion a rest. Jaskier had a few apples, which he and Eskel shared under the shade of a tree. Jaskier was watching the clouds and felt something small bump his cheek. He waved his hand gently to shoo away any bugs attracted by his fruit. But, the next little bump was accompanied by quiet giggles. Jaskier wiped his cheek, and turned to see what Eskel was laughing at.

As soon as he turned his head, Eskel pursed his lips and this time there was a bump in the middle of Jaskier’s forehead. “Are you spitting your pips at me?!” Jaskier said in mock indignation.

Eskel did it again, and laughed harder. “Why, you scoundrel!” Jaskier chuckled. “Was I not paying enough attention to you?! Are you looking for trouble?!”

Jaskier dodged the next one and pounced at Eskel, who caught him and rolled. Jaskier whooped with surprise and laughed loudly when he found himself lying on his back next to Eskel beneath the tree. “There,” Eskel said, with amusement clear in his voice. “Now we can watch the clouds together.”

—-------

They continued their trek by foot, walking side-by-side next to Scorpion. The clouds had brought a brief rainstorm, which cooled the air. A deep fog settled in the valley where they walked.

“It is like the rest of the world no longer exists,” observed Jaskier. “I can’t see a thing.”

“You’re not worried, are you? I know the road well, and I will hear anything coming our way,” Eskel said.

“No, I’m not worried,” Jaskier assured him, and slipped his hand into Eskel’s. Eskel looked down at their joined hands, and gave Jaskier a shy smile.

Was it too much? “I’m sorry, Eskel,” he said, letting go of Eskel’s hand. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Eskel rejoined their hands, and Jaskier smiled with relief. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Jaskier,” he said. “Or, well, that’s not quite true, but it’s not because it’s unwelcomed. I’m just…not used to it.”

He wants to say more, Jaskier sensed. He gave Eskel’s hand an encouraging squeeze. Eskel squeezed back and smiled.

“I’m close with Geralt and a few other witchers. We’ll embrace. Comfort each other. Sleep side by side. Tease and push and wrestle. My brothers have brought me back from the brink of death more than once, and there’s no room for modesty when you’re out of your mind and trust another to, quite literally, push your guts back into your body, stitch you up, and nurse you back to health. And Geralt and I have been brothers since boyhood, through the trials and the massacre of almost everyone we knew and decades on the path. There is no kind of closeness that compares with that.” Jaskier noticed tears in Eskel’s eyes.

“It is different from the kind of closeness you’re offering me.” Eskel looked up for reassurance. “Like you’re… fond of me.”

“I am fond of you, Eskel,” Jaskier agreed. Very fond.

“Human companions are hard to come by, at least for me,” Eskel said. “You’ll know, since you travel with Geralt, that some folks have preconceived notions about witchers, and carry fear of us or hatred towards us. And others, who may not be wary of witchers, per se, will avoid us because we’re well armed.”

Jaskier nodded. He knew these things to be true.

“But in addition to that,” Eskel elaborated, “some folks, who might talk to Geralt, avoid my eye or are even frightened of me because of my disfigurement. And it upsets me when people are afraid of me. So, I have learned to avoid people even as I long for their company.”

Jaskier’s heart ached. He stopped walking and wrapped his arms around Eskel in a tight hug.

“But you weren't afraid of me, Jaskier," Eskel remembered. And, in a very small voice, he added, "And you told me I am beautiful.”

“In so many ways,” assured Jaskier.

“Jaskier, so are you,” Eskel said softly.

—-------

They left the valley and fog behind them by mid-afternoon, and the terrain changed markedly as they began to climb. They mounted Scorpion again, but his pace was much slower.

“Should we look for a place to camp tonight, my dear Eskel?” asked Jaskier.

“That’s up to you, Jaskier. We have maybe another two hours, and could continue if you wish,” Eskel answered.

“I do not. What I wish is to find a quiet spot away from the road to build a fire and spend one more evening with you,” Jaskier asserted.

Eskel leaned forward and pressed his cheek to Jaskier’s. “Of course,” he said, and shivers of pleasure ran up Jaskier’s back.

A few minutes later, Eskel dismounted and led Scorpion off the road and into the woods. It was much darker under the trees, and Jaskier couldn’t see a path. But, Eskel seemed sure of the way and, soon enough, the trees thinned out into a beautiful clearing.

Eskel helped Jaskier climb down from Scorpion’s back. “This okay?” he asked.

“My deak Eskel, it is lovely,” Jaskier said honestly. There was a brook surrounded by grassy banks, and the setting sun tinted the sky with shades of pink and purple. A cool breeze rustled the leaves behind them.

“I shall be glad of your body heat tonight,” Jaskier told Eskel.

Eskel smiled and removed his gambeson. “Here, Jaskier,” he said, and draped the garment over Jaskier’s shoulders. “This will keep you warm until we can start a fire.”

“Oh! Thank you!” Jaskier exclaimed, pulling the sleeves over his arms. Mmmm, it’s still warm from his body. “Are you sure you won’t be cold yourself?”

Eskel winked. “I won’t be cold. I’ll go settle Scorpion for the night, and then see if I can find something to cook over the fire.”

“Well, then, I will gather some wood!” Jaskier replied.

—-------

The fire was cozy, and Jaskier’s belly was pleasantly full. Eskel had come back from the woods with a rabbit, which made a delicious stew with some barley and carrots from Eskel’s saddlebags. Jaskier pulled out his lute and played a few songs for Eskel while he cleaned their dishes in the brook and packed them for the next day. Eventually the fire died down. Jaskier put his lute away, and fetched more firewood. Once the fire was nice and hot again, he laid out the bedrolls nearby and sat to enjoy the warmth.

The firelight brought into relief the angle of Eskel’s jaw, the curve of his lips, and the strength of his arm as he drew a whetstone across his sword. Jaskier’s breath hitched, and Eskel looked up. Without realizing it, Jaskier began to recite.

“Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird’s throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.”

Eskel chuckled softly, and got to his feet. “I’ll come gladly,” he said, and put down his sword. Jaskier held out a hand and guided Eskel to lay in his lap. Eskel gazed up at him. He has such kind eyes , thought Jaskier. Eskel reached back to stroke Jaskier’s arm affectionately, and drew a breath to speak.

“Who doth ambition shun

And loves to live i’ the sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleased with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.”

Tears filled Jaskier’s eyes, and caught the light of the fire. I love him, Jaskier knew.

“And where shall I come, then, my love?” Jaskier whispered.

“Come lie down beside me,” Eskel beckoned. “Rest your head near my heart and let it sing you to sleep.”

[note: the poem is Shakespeare’s Under the Greenwood Tree]

#eskel #jaskel #jaskier #jaskier x eskel #the witcher #soft eskel #collaboration

[theunfriendlyghoul]

wait- probably incredibly unoriginal D&D character idea-

some guy who straight up doesn’t believe that magic is real.

and like with less flashy spells it’s kinda excusable if u squint- like bardic inspiration is placebo, Druid craft is conveniently timed. But excuses will become crazy REAL FAST.

“SPARE THE DYING? I mean there’s no proof they were ACTUALLY dying! -you are of course a wonderful healer Patricia dear, but-”

but like, apart from this they’re just a super agreeable guy, and they’ll go along with whatever the party does. They just think a lot of weird crap happens around this world they don’t know about and the fireball that guy just shot out of his fucking hand was “such a crazy time for a meteor to come down from the heavens- yknow my niece is an astronomer, we can ask her about it!”

just a such a sweet, genuine guy that it makes you almost forget they have the most fucking ridiculous worldview until it’s brought up again.

Bonus points if they multiclass as a spellcaster later on, treating it like they’re just “humouring the grandkids” when they ‘cast a spell’. Even better they do all the iconic grandparent tricks - coin behind the ear, card disappearing, ball under the cups, and that just so happens to activate the same pathways in their brain that actual magic does- spell, verbal, and material components could be altered a bit for ultimate payoff too,

like just imagine some old guy saying ‘abracadabra!’ before fucking toasting a guy to death without even realizing.

and like u could technically make it pretty dark- the result of some cult, some warlock patron shit, a really sheltered upbringing, a literal curse that’s plagues their family of incredibly powerful spellcasters for generations - OR being some silly little guy who just happened to be living in total ignorance their whole life, or buys some weird conspiracy newspaper religiously.

um so anyways someone smarter than me can have fun with that brainfart :)

much love,

ghoul <3

#dnd 5e #dnd ideas #d&d #d&d character #dungeons and dragons #dnd character idea #shitpost #dnd #dnd humor #i rlly wish i wasnt in school #and could do this #but oh well #someone else do it for me

[assortedbaysidebitches]

Am several hours into my/Bae's first-ever run of Baldur's Gate 3, featuring Sleeves! (Going by his birth name, Brazos). Of COURSE he wanted to play as a Dragonborn. He loves, loves, loves his face and scales and breathing fire! (Like, in his heart, THAT is what his face looks like, and it's mad dysphoric to look in the mirror in real life and see such human-ish features.) No wings, but you can't have it all.

Started out in Warlock class, but that's not turning out to be his style, so we re-spec'ed him as a Bard. (Lyre, not drum, since there's no option to lug a whole kit around on his back.) He's already got his party tossing coins at his performances, and he's filling them with Bardic inspiration during fights... #Thriving

He's had a quick fling with Lae'zel, but is aiming to woo Karlach and, long-game, Bear!Halsin. Would sleep with the whole camp full of homies, if he could. (Minus Shadowheart. She's more like a sister to him.) Greatest in-game accomplishments so far: Adopting Scratch the dog; encouraging the Tiefling Bard to write her song for her fallen mentor; adopting an owlbear cub; talking to squirrels and rats and spiders and soothing a frightened ox... He is literally just here to make friends. XD

#bg3 #if that ain't sleeves

[limpfisted]

DESCENT INTO AVERNUS. references for my own benefit! please blacklist #descent into avernus ref if not interested in seeing this content! i cannot provide alt text to the images from the handbook, however, i will be showing notes on what i read in between screenshots!

PART 2: Notes on camp hell and devils for DMs and roleplaying! This could help you roleplay/make NPCs, and just in general is what devils and avernus is like!

a soul is “a gold star.” devils are basically middle managers, they are all clawing for power and to rwnk up via the souls they can transform into lemures and devils to fight in the blood war

the devil doesn’t care what happens to the soul, they just want the credit for the corruption. they are always trying to get promoted

devils also can/have to fight in the blood war, but they hate it, and they only do it when they have to to gain rank

devils who die anywhere other than the hells just pop up again in hell. but if they die in hell, they die for REAL. obviously this means theyd rather be out of hell making contracts and not risking their lives for asmodeus’s “holy honor.”

devils by and large are mostly like raphael and mizora, theyre not eager to fight u and are actually pretty reasonable. theyre “lawful” evil, and they mean that!

devils dont age, they have all the time in the world, theyre patient, and they cant be shamed, and they feel no guilt or remorse. as a wyll fan i have to wonder if that’s biological or like. trained. bc it says its just bc theyre soulless. bc if he turned into a devil and then couldnt feel guilt over what happened to karlach and the other devils, that would make a lot of sense

weaker devils get tormented by stronger devils. like tomgreg succession tiktoks, or me, whenever i go on tiktok at all as a tumblrina

joy is fleeting, npcs blame others for being in hells and having horrible lives (including devils?)

successes are always undercut. if something good happens, top it off with an ugly, ironic bow, a belt snap, a bee sting, etc

the wildlife is inedible, the water is poisoned or undrinkable, u have to hoard resources

the food in hell is EXPENSIVE. the food u bring there tastes like ash even tho it retains its nutritional quality, water tastes like puke, wine tastes like spoiled milk

if u want to eat good food, u have to buy it from a liscensed seller. devils who have a lot of good food laying about must be super rich, OR are feeding their people gross food. one liscensed seller is mahadi the rakshasa, from the infernal rapture.

if a character commits a selfish act, they can gain bardic inspiration. the benefit cant be transferred, making it truly selfish “hoarding.”

the blood war MADE avernus this bad. it used to be a paradise. while joy is fleeting, what joy and beauty that IS there is euphoric and magical, like seeing illusions and mirages and feeling ancient objects that show u the beauty of what once was

spatial distortion, hell is as big or small as you want it to be and always shifting and changing

the wandering emporium can show up anywhere in the nine hells at any time

if you want to get somewhere fast, use a soul coin for a shortcut

the hells can have a kind of silent hill effect where it challenges u in ways most relevant to ur deepest fears and flaws

next up, chapter one for realsies.

#ref #ooc #descent into avernus ref

[rurousha]

Jaskier ****

Vision  Anemo

Constellation  

Weapon  Catalyst

Stats HP Attack Defense Elemental Recharge

Lvl 20 2967 76 144 100%

Lvl 80 12156 211 623 132%

Talents

Normal Attack: The Wind Don’t Cower

   4 attacks dealing Anemo damage

   Charge attack consumes stamina to deal knockback and Anemo damage

   Plunging attack is standard

Elemental Skill: Bardic Inspiration

   Anemo Aura increases party attack and defense, scaled by max HP

   Can create swirl reactions

   15s duration, 25s CD

Elemental Burst: Bardic Performance

   AoE Anemo damage

   Regeneration to party scaled on max HP

   Knockdown effect

Passive: Encore

   Elemental particles extend elemental skill by 1s

Passive: Save Me!

   Party’s normal attack talent level is increased by 1

Passive: Toss a Coin

   Mora dropped by defeated opponents is increased by 10%

Filavandrel’s Lute  *****

Catalyst

Base Attack 46

Bonus Effect HP 10%

Physical resistance is increased by 10%.  Elemental resistance for the party is increased by 1% (scales up with ascension) for every elemental particle collected after using an elemental burst for 12s.

#anemo vision jaskier #the witcher #genshin impact #geralt and jaskier in teyvat

[tag-devilish]

I have a lot of really cool gifts to give out at this year’s wasteland and I’m working on a video to showcase them all— some I’m particularly proud of are this year’s bardic inspiration coins. Check them out!

Consider following me on youtube

#tag grosso #art #artist #wasteland #wasteland weekend #carnyx #bardic inspiration #bardic inspiration coins #wasteland weekend 2021 #the end times #the end times channel #coins #custom coins #coin art

[gorgugplushie]

what if i made msm gender flags..... waht if........wh

#like???? genders based off of monsters??? if yall want to send rq feel free 2!!! #idk id b my first time coining any terms :0 #bardic inspiration.

[arundolyn]

jaskier is a stupid twink with no rights and i love him. so. much

#ghost.txt #love how he got a whole tavern to break out in toss a coin to your witcher #fuckin bardic inspiration yall #witcherposting

[captainofthetidesbreath]

This sure is a situation, and here is a call list for such situations. It's a little on the shorter side with 37 items, but we're still getting a handle on the group and their adventures. Many of the items are represented above, all of them are listed below the cut, and you can grab your own little card at this BingoBaker link. Some notes:

Reminder than the Root Trader is the group's current location at the top of the episode.

The two Rage types we've seen from Ashton so far is the gravity one and the temporal morass one.

The Spires named so far are: Core, Lantern, Aerie, and Smolder.

Ephred is the Shadow Baker. Not to be confused with Effid.

In addition, I've made some small changes and some additions to the Travis PC bingo card! You can grab that card at this link. If you've already generated yourself a card for Travis PC bingo last week, you need to generate a new one for the changes to take effect. You can view the call list and notes for that card on last week's post, though the squares saying "who Orym is looking for" now refer directly to Breshio by name and the following squares were added: Corsair, is in the room at Root Trader, introduced before break, introduced after break, mid-combat introduction, and cursed item [why not].

As always, I am glad to answer questions about the legality of a square during the episode or afterwards across the weekend. As always, I'm happy to see your bingos and almosts, even if I don't always remember to respond to them. But I do greatly enjoy seeing how well everyone is doing—it helps me gauge future cards.

escape Root Trader without initiative

initiative at Root Trader

initiative elsewhere

no initiative

new Rage type

Wild Shape

Form of Dread

Metamagic

Maneuver

Bardic Inspiration

Little Mister

Pâté

bribe paid

back to the Weary Way

back to the Core Spire

visit any Spire other than Core and Lantern

fifth Spire named

Staff of the Adder

Boots of Striding and Springing

Coin of Delving mentioned

Gambler's Blade mentioned

talking to some Corsairs

investigating some tunnels

Imogen telepathically speaks to Ephred

Imogen telepathically speaks to anyone

Travis' character joins the party

no Travis character :((

Estheross appearance

Breshio appearance

Dugger appearance

Milo appearance or mention

Advik appearance or mention

Effid appearance or mention

Deception check

Persuasion check

Perception check

Investigation check

#Critical Role #CritRole bingo

[girlwiththewhiterabbit]

a concept--modern day d&d party that retired early from adventuring to become a touring band because it was a lot more profitable (and exceptionally less dangerous lol). 

the story goes that aasimar rogue Roxley had picked up guitar from a wandering bard and fell in love with it; he then roped the rest into forming a band with him--goliath fighter Mamon was the only one who could consistently keep a beat, while tiefling sorcerer Alexei found a niche in rapping with thaumaturgy for effect and loved using magic to manipulate stage lighting and theatrics. they later on discovered that the elven druid Saevel had a surprisingly pretty voice and since he was the most handsome member, would make the perfect frontman! they go from tavern to tavern earning their coin, performing favorite hits such as ‘eye of the beholder’, ‘dirty twenty’ and ‘death of a bard’. finishing a concert from start to finish would cure all status ailments of the listener, and they’d heal up to full hp. 85% of audience members also claim they gained endless use of bardic inspiration for 24hrs after the show. 

i imagine their sound to be similar to early days Gorillaz, only cuz i was listening to them a lot while drawing this xD

#their names tgt spell ASMR lol it's silly #d&d #dungeons and dragons #JY's art

[lovelyrita1967]

💫You’ve Performed Admirably

Eskralt, Star Trek AU, E, 1.8K, AO3

Summary: Captain Rivia has just won his first battle as commander and, as the long-standing Starfleet tradition dictates, it is Eskel’s duty as First Officer to reward him.

Notes: Yes, this takes place in the Star Trek universe (inspired by the 2009 Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto film) but this is a PWP and you absolutely do not have to know the first thing about Star Trek.

And yes, it's a ritual, but no one is being forced. Both parties are enthusiastically consenting.

This excerpt is rated M and has been slightly edited for Tumblr. The fic is rated E and is for adults only.

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The door to the bridge whisked open, and Eskel stepped into the dim, silent space. As he expected, Captain Rivia was alone. His hands rested on the console overlooking the main viewport. Geralt’s long white hair, normally neatly tied back, was loose about his shoulders, and the collar was undone on his rumpled uniform. Eskel could see the fatigue in the drawn lines of his face.

But when Geralt’s head turned, a smile ghosted his lips. “Commander,” he said slowly, his voice gravelly.

“Captain.” Eskel paused to salute and stepped up to join him on the platform. They looked out the viewport together. The smoking ruins of the Nilfgaardian battalion drifted in the distance, buzzing with the Federation’s medic ships. The ancient stars glowed, pinpricks of light not bothered by the death and destruction laid out before them. “You did it,” Eskel said softly. “Congratulations. Your first victory in battle.” The Starfleet mission was primarily peacekeeping, but they were called to defend the lives of the innocent when necessary.

“Hmm...” Geralt huffed a small sigh. “But the cost...”

Eskel turned to face him and looked hard at his captain. His fingers itched to comfort, to push back to strands of hair falling onto Geralt’s forehead. He didn’t want the choices Geralt had had to make - the choices that were necessary in war - to weigh on him. “You did your duty,” Eskel said firmly. He took a step closer and inhaled Geralt’s scent - adrenaline, sweat, his own spicy musk. “You protected the defenseless.”

The truth was, Eskel had been looking forward to this moment for a long time. Months, ever since he had been appointed Geralt’s second and they were given command of the Enterprise. Eskel felt a curl of excitement in his gut. “You did your duty,” he said again, “and now it’s time for me to do mine.” He slid his hand onto Geralt’s bulge, his mouth already starting to water at the thought.

“Eskel,” Geralt gripped his hand, his voice tense. “You know you don’t actually have to do this.”

“Mmm,” Eskel rumbled unhappily. “It’s tradition, Captain. You’ve just won your first battle as a Starfleet commander.” He could feel Geralt thickening under his hand. “As your First Officer, this is my duty. My honour.” He let his fingers lightly graze the fabric.

Geralt’s eyes fluttered closed but he didn’t let go of Eskel’s hand.

“It’s okay…” Eskel inched closer and took another deep breath of Geralt. “I want to.” His own arousal was building and his voice dropped to an urgent whisper. “Please... Geralt. Let me.”

Geralt exhaled. “Fuck,” he groaned, the longing clear in his voice, and he let go of Eskel’s hand.

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[todayiwrotenothing]

put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs —

Tagged by @kissing-monsters. I don't really make my own playlists much, apart from the abomination that is the playlist of songs my D&D bard has sung, used for bardic inspiration, or made a stupid pun reference to in game. So, uh, that's what you're getting. This is not my favourite playlist. I don't listen to it. It's more of a lore document than a listenable experience... but it does have some bangers on it.

Judas Priest - Breaking the Law

Depeche Mode - Everything Counts

Jerry Lee Lewis - Great Balls of Fire

Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual

Iron Maiden - Fear of the Dark

The Cranberries - Zombie

Joe "Bean" Esposito - You're the Best

Tears For Fears - Everybody Wants to Rule the World

Joey Batey - Toss a Coin to your Witcher

Twisted Sister - Come Out and Play

Huh, the shuffle was kinder than I anticipated.

I am one of those dreadfully annoying people who, upon hearing a word or phrase that reminds me of a song lyric, will immediately start singing it. Thus it is a trait shared by Ahlizz "Lizzie" (Thin Lizzie if you're mean) Caskshaper, hair metal tiefling bard of The Fölly.

Sometimes I do put thought and preparation into a song pun, and the more pained the response, the more satisfying it is. For example, I asked our lovely cleric (@befuddledmackem) to tell me about how serving her deity led her to find a magical stone that facilitates planar travel (which happened before I joined the game) just so I could say, "So your god gave a rock and a role to you?"

[all-hail-the-witcher]

where on the continent is jaskier? episode 1

Hiding under Yennefer’s dress

idea courtesy of @bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher

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Jaskier hadn’t really meant for this to happen. After Geralt has smashed his poor heart to smithereens onto of that vile, accursed, wretched...hm what was another word...abominable, yes he would have to remember that one for his next ballad. What had he been thinking about again? Oh right, the mountain yes. After the mountain he had wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and hide in it. Ger- no. Breaker Of Hearts And Ruiner Of Relationships had such stupidly strong, ridiculous Witcher senses that he would probably be able to sniff him out anywhere on the continent. but a hole? there might be just enough dirt surrounding him to dampen the stench of heartbreak and misery that he was sure was leeching off of him like...well like something. His metaphoric skills had been on a but of a downward spiral ever since The Incident. 

He had been about a good hour into digging said hole with a stick he had found when there had been a POOF and a FLASH and one coughing fit later there stood the definite last person on the whole continent he wanted to see, Yennefer of Vengerberg herself, glaring down at him in her most disapproving fashion. 

“Bard.”

“Witch.”

“What did that good dirt do to you?”

“None of your business. What are you doing so far from your cushy castle?” No, it was not his best insult, but it would do the job.

“I could smell your heartbreak from three villages away.”

“Oh. Well...uhh...I can explain, you see....I am..gathering inspiration for the next bardic competition so that I can finally stick it to that asswipe of a troubadour-”

“He broke your heart didn’t he.”

“Yes and I don’t want him finding me with his stupid enhanced senses so I was going to dig a hole and hide in it and cry so that he wouldn't find me!” Damn stupid sorceresses and their stupid magic making him reveal his emotions like this.

Yennefer though, only sighed and lifted up the skirt of the long black gown she was wearing. “C’mon bard.”

“Are you suggesting that you want me to...” he waggled his fingers in what he hoped was a suggestive manner, “you know? Because no offense to you or anything like that but I litERALLY JUST GOT MY HEART BROKEN AND MY IDEA OF HEALING IT DEFINITELY DOES NOT INCLUDE EA-” 

“JASKIER!” He snapped his mouth shut. Stupid fucking magic. “Get under my skirt. It’s enchanted. He won't find you as long as you’re under there, and you can stay as long as you want.”

“But-”

“Don’t make me ask again.”

“Yen, this really isnt-”

“Oh for goddesses sake!” A ZAP sounded through the air and between one moment and the next Jaskier found himself falling into the folds of the fabric. Once he stopped screaming he realized that it was not merely the underside of Yennefer’s skirt, which would have been awful because he did Not need to be this up close and personal with his Second Mortal Enemy thank you VERY much, but that he was in some sort of pocket dimension thingy. It was quite nice, actually. There was a couch and a fire and oh! Yennefer had even had the decency to magic his lute there for him!

“Shout if you want food,” Yennefer’s voice echoed from somewhere above him. “And I expect a thank you. Stupid bards.”

Jaskier ignored her and flopped face first onto the couch, sobbing his eyes out. This wasn't where he envisioned himself having his much needed Post-Breakup-Cry, but it would do. 

A mug of ale appeared next to him and he reached for it. Oh yes, this would do quite nicely. 

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ep. 2

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