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GANG I JUST MADE THE COOLEST DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS CHARACTER HE'S AN AASIMAR DRUID AND I'M SO OBSESSED WITH HER BECAUSE HOLY FUCKING SHIT GANG
Just doing some sketching for a possible dnd character, a fairy circle of stars druid. Might ink it later.
The sketch was heavily inspired by art by maruti-bitamin on their blog Scribbles.
Their work is amazing, and I'm a big fan.
Just created a Homebrew spell for DnD and I would like your thoughts on it.
Both what you like and how it could be improved.
Calmansha's create Island
8th level conjuration
Casting time: 8 hours
Range: 3 miles
Components (V,S,M): A handful of crushed obsidian and fossils worth 1000GP which the spell consumes
Duration: permanent
You invoke the primordial forces of the earth and sea to create a new island in an area of open water within range. The area must be a body of water such as an ocean, sea, or large lake.
Over the course of the casting time, you shape the land beneath the water's surface, causing it to rise and form a new island. The island can have terrain features such as hills, cliffs, beaches, forests, and rivers, as desired by the caster.
The island created by this spell is a natural and stable landmass, capable of supporting plant and animal life. The above-water portion of the island must fit within a hemisphere with a radius of 3 miles, with the flat side against the water surface. Additionally, the island must be at least 30 feet from any other landmass at the nearest point.
Once created, the island remains permanently unless destroyed by outside forces. It cannot be dispelled by any means short of a wish spell or divine intervention. The island is considered to be a part of the natural world and is subject to the same environmental factors as other landmasses.
WDYT ?
I drew my friends dnd character (plus a little doodle of my owlin) because I why not :3
YIPPEE
So, the last session I Dmed we had a new player. It was his first time playing the game, and he decided to play a Druid. Here are some of his quotes from that session (out of context)
“If I turn into a rat, does my dick stay 6 inches?”
“Can I cast two spells at once, like uhh.. speak with animals and charm person?”
“Is my ball hair red”
(After killing someone) “I wear him”
my fiancé @littletohate made a plush of my druid oc ven’s mushroomy owlbear wildshape and he’s perfect 😭💜💜💜💜🍄 he even has his spider familiar under his wing 🥺
did portraits of two of my forgotten realms original characters; lesven hlaund (he/him) aka ven / drow spore druid and fairweather friend (they/she) aka faire / gnome beastmaster ranger
My gorgeous friend (soon to be sister-in-law 💕) changeling druid Fawn from our last campaign. I need to draw the new crew!
So I’ve been doing some crazy stuff in D&D and Mary, my child, can now animorph.
She’s a barbarian, specifically path of the beast so she could already change to become more beast-like, but now she is also a druid so she can turn into a full animal BUT she can still rage and change her form, even as a beast so eventually I want to turn into a hawk with a scorpion tail!
Wow, look at me, posting art of my dnd character. Crazy.
(she's just a girl in the world)
Dragonborn Druid I made for a dnd game w/ my friends
one time i had made an opinion on the internet and everybody jumped me for that opinion. many years since i've actually realized yall were so right for that. thank you.
A missed delivery of supplies could mean disaster for any prison, and this was no different. In the dead of winter, food stock always ran low, but never this dangerously before. The guards did what they could - harsh rations, feeding the prisoners spoiled food left from the storerooms. In hindsight, they should've been left to starve.
A rotting potato seemed such a simple thing when the guard tossed it to an elf. They barely touched their food until he left. Really, he should have noticed the patches of mould spreading through the complex, the thin layer of black dust that coated everything within a few days.
The guard's shift started with screams, cries echoing from the barracks. Then with a lump in his throat as wispy black tendrils crept through his body. Soon he could hardly breathe through the rot infesting his throat. Mushrooms forced their way out of every opening they could find - cuts, mouths and eyes alike. He only truly understood what was happening as his legs dragged themselves toward the elf's cell while he tried to fight every step. The mould infested every inch of tissue but kept him excruciatingly alive.
When his body finally reached the cell, his hands clumsily fumbled to twist a key, swinging the elf's door open. Then, the fungus released its hold. He collapsed to the floor unmoving as the elf stepped over him, to freedom. He lost track of how long he lay there. Hours? Days? Whatever it was it seemed to be an eternity before the mould finally subsided so his limbs were his own again. That was his last posting as a guard, and the last posting as anything for the others.
Fantasy prison guards discuss some of the most mundane items prisoners have used to escape. An old guard white with age shivers as he remembers the day an imprisoned Druid received a mouldy potato for their meal.
Woe, Kyn sketches be upon ye
Is the world interested in seeing my dnd character and hearing the lore as it happens?
EIRA!!
High elf Druid
And as time froze, he turned to the girl clinging with all her strength, holding on for dear life as her brother began to slip away. He had a choice to make, let her die with him, or sever his body into two so that she wouldn't get hurt.
In a timely manner, time resumed, Lyre glancing up towards Fuchsia with a small hopeful smile, yet she was met with a much horrifying sight. The severed head of her brother in her hands and his blood drenching the dress he had bought her earlier that day.
(Alternative colours)
I wanted to try a darker scene using bright colours inspired loosely off ActuallyRea art!