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Maybe this is why they all have trust issues?

“Your character has a 19 in Intelligence. Please don’t be insulted when I say your character is smarter than you are.”

Armored Lady Monday

a paladin eladrin elf im playing for a dnd campaign! she decided to go on a vacation from the feywilds, and in the mortal plane she found out that she loves fighting and conflict, so she joined a mercenary guild and takes on jobs with promising stress and effort

in her spring and winter form, hope you like!

hint hint

A blue flower for luck 💕

Stop turning trauma into boss fights

DM (me): This shop kinda just sells general adventuring supplies. It’s sort of like… like an REI!

Barbarian: That stands for Renaissance Equipment Emporium… wait.

DM: It’s spelled ‘Imp-orium’, and it’s run by an imp

GIO LASAR VOYAGER SETS WILL BE ON SALE IN A NEW COLORWAY TOMORROW DECEMBER 7TH

I'M. MY HOLY GRAIL DICE.

EVERYONE BACK IT SO I CAN GET THEM THANKKSSS

Blue lace with gold. This dark blue lace goes fantastically with this bright yellow gold mica. Not sure if I want to ink these in gold or a metallic blue.

Sad Caduceus from ep.36. Gentle boy had a really bad day 💔

(I think I really enjoy doing CR redraws)

pretty poison flower babe

He’s not a smart man, and neither am I.

Wizard: Listen, if they call a spell Grease, it should be flammable. Fighter: But it’s not organic. It’s from the aether or something. Wizard: Then it should be called Astral Glide.

Barbarian: Do you think lava would taste spicy?

Cleric: Barb, please don’t eat lava.

Rogue: Eat it and let us know.

Ranger: Actually, since it’s made out of molten rock, it probably tastes bland and dusty.

Barbarian: You’re the only one who understands me.

Zhakuul, my Yuan Ti Chronurgy Wizard And Happy the tressym familiar

Adventure: The Grimlord’s Gala

Everybody’s dying to get in

Setup:  In his nearly nine centuries of undeath, the grimlord Polveiris has seen the rise and fall of empires, brought doom upon kingdoms, and survived or taken part in atleast five supposed apocalypses. Now as his eight-hundred and eighty eighth “death-day” approaches, the withered old wretch has opened the doors of his subterranean lair manor to a who’s who of the realm’s malefactors and malign spirits for a grand celebration that’s sure to wake the dead from their graves. 

Far too desiccated and doddering to do any actual villainy himself, the great concern is what Polveiris’s guests will do on his behalf: Seen as a kingmaker among evildoers across the continent, every would-be dark lord or mistress of malice has suddenly fallen into stiff competition to impress their host. While the Grimlord is content to totter about his tomb receiving pleasantries and blasphemous  presents, a mounting number of wellwishers have spilled out into the surrounding caverns as they jostle for space and Polveiris’s attention. Since evil is little known for playing nice with its fellows, it’s only a matter of time before something sparks this powerkeg of villainy and the different factions start carving up the nearby landscape in a turfwar. 

Adventure Hooks: 

The party is likely to encounter the Grimlord’s guests long before they ever hear of him, as the old villain has kept his head down in recent centuries specifically to avoid the intrusions by meddlesome do-gooders. such guests are likely looking to collect objects of fel power or collections of profane knowledge to win their senior’s favor.  

While many wicked souls spend their entire time at the gala competing who can get their sinister senpai to notice them, plenty of other wicked souls see the event as an excuse to network, ranging from morally unscrupulous nobles to shadowy entities hungry for power to mad mages wanting to show off their new toys.  Should the party end up serving one of these heels, they can expect to attend the gala as part of their patron’s entourage, tasked with both defending them for rivals and looking for advantages. 

The gala may provide the perfect cover for a heist, provided the party can earn themselves an invitation and sneak past a whole crowd of tyrants, undead, and madmen watching every corner for ambush. 

One could suspect the grimlord of being a lich given his necrotic trappings and seeming immortality, but they’d be missing the fact that Polveiris has in truth no magical power whatsoever. Polveiris is part of a far more wicked and damned class of beings: the ultra-wealthy, as even in life his fortunes were enough to buy his way out of the moral coil and fund a ritual to transform him into a “necropolitan”. Though the techniques for this blaspemous practice have mostly been lost to history, Polveiris is known to have kept the blackiron nails that was their focus as the centerpiece of his collection. With the gala ongoing, one might be able to slip inside and heist out these nails, or any of the other fabulous or cursed treasures the plutarch has stockpiled over the millennia. 

The importance of getting 8h sleep

I hope you all know, David Bowie is now hunting you for sport.

-The DM