Tired Of Your Characters Style Being Limited By Their Spellcasting Ability?

Tired of your character’s style being limited by their Spellcasting Ability?

Try asking your Dungeon Master if you can switch it up!

Bard Intellect: Study world lore and the chronicle current and past events. Wisdom: Use compassion and empathy to hit just the right note. Charisma: Create stunning performances that enthral and inspire.

Cleric Intellect: Study religious lore and follow your deity’s tenets as written. Wisdom: Interpret your deity’s will and act as an extension of it. Charisma: Become a beacon of inspiration and lead the faithful.

Druid and Ranger Intellect: Catalogue the natural world and apply this knowledge. Wisdom: Feel in-tune with the land and anticipate its needs. Charisma: Mimic creatures of the wild and become a part of nature.

Paladin Intellect: Study your Order’s tenets and follow them as written. Wisdom: Interpret your Order’s tenets and act as an extension of it. Charisma: Inspire and lead those around you.

Sorcerer Intellect: Learn to control your innate magic through study and practice. Wisdom: Guide your innate magic through passion and instinct. Charisma: Project your innate magic through intricate performance and gesture.

Warlock Intellect: Learn magic by studying and practising forbidden lore. Wisdom: Gain an innate understanding of your Patron’s magic. Charisma: Barter for power with your otherworldly Patron.

Wizard Intellect: Become a master of the arcane through diligent study & practice.

Sorry Wizards ~ No alts for you. This is just who you are!

Different Strokes?

I think I left the teller at the bank genuinely disturbed when I told him that “If I can’t afford it, I just don’t buy it.”  “What about a car? Do you drive a car?” he inquired, his voice toning on the edge of fear.   I told him, “Yeah, I have a vehicle. I bought it used for under $3,000.”  He looked physically pained. “What about if you want to buy some kind of new appliance? Or furniture?” he persisted. I stared at him blankly. “My couch was $5.00 at Goodwill. Like…I just buy shit cheap or I don’t buy it at all. The only thing in my life that I make payments on is my house, my bills, and my insurance, and that’s split five ways because I have housemates.”  The young man looked horrified? Appalled? And somehow also awed?  This guy couldn’t have been much older than me. But it seemed that he’d never even considered the option before of saving up for something to purchase it outright instead of using a credit card. Am I the only person in my general age group (just turned 26) who’s never owned a credit card, and who has forgone basic comforts in order to save up for items so you don’t owe money to anyone, like, ever? 

papaer somniferum. . .

one of the ways i know this culture has a massive issue with consent

is the sheer amount of people I’ve known that just lie & tell people they’re deathly allergic to foods they dislike

because otherwise people will hound them, mock them, coax them, harass them, try to force them to eat it, or even trick them into eating it, and they will never hear the end of it

your coworkers will bake it into a fucking pie, call it something else, and wait til your birthday, gather everyone and their first cousins to sit around in a circle waiting for you to put a forkful into your mouth and then point rhythmically at you in a chanting, glaring, sweating, unholy circle like SWISS CHARD SWISS CHARD YOU JUST ATE SWISS CHARD HA HA HA SWISS CHARD NOW YOU LIKE SWISS CHARD

Because forcing someone into a situation where they don’t feel safe declining putting something into their body they’d rather not be there is totes 100% wholesome American fun

And this is something so known that it’s infinitely easier to just lie and tell people that you’ll die if you eat that food…which actually doesn’t always stop it from happening

some more bee designs….. :’) 

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.