Dungeons, Dragons and Stupidity

You have encountered a dreadfull lich, and after a devastating battle that left two of your companions unconscious on the stone floors, you alone are awake to gaze defiantly into the dead sockets that glow with eerie green flames. You are bleeding profusely from terrible wounds and your legs are shaking, but you are resolved to smite this evil. Before you can muster the strength to raise your warhammer to strike, the lich extends his skeletal hand. You close your eyes, knowing the terrible powers that can burst from those fingertips and await your immenent demise. Seconds pass. You cautiously open your eyes to see that instead of emerald flames the lich has merely extended his hand to shake yours. 

The lich’s dry raspy voice breaks through the somewhat uncomfortable silence: “Well that was the most fun I’ve had in ages, studying the arcane is so terribly dull without decent subjects to test my new designs on!” he points at a couple of ashy heaps scattered around his laboratory, and you surmise that these too were once adventurers seeking to slay this undead fiend. He continues: “Say, wouldn’t you and your sleepy palls like to work for me? I’m working on increasing my powers, and I could use some capable minions to do my bidding. If not, I could always eat your souls I guess,” He sighs deeply.” It’ll be ages before someone interesting stops by again. what do you say, future minion?” He extends his hand hopefully again, in an almost friendly way. You stare dumbfounded at the powerful wizard. Will you ...

> Shake his hand

or

> Refuse his offer

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Part of this Blog is to document my D&D drawings, but I’m also DM’ing a bunch of D&D 5e Campaigns, and sometimes I like to create my own homebrew content. My Campaign setting is called Ilrut, and I will be tagging all my homebrew content with “Legends of Ilrut”.This is not playtested material in any way, but feel free to use it if you like it. 

For a fullsized PDF: https://homebrewery.naturalcrit.com/share/5feGuBrr

A character I designed for a friend playing in an upcoming D&D game I’m DMing.

Yashti defied the trappings of his infernal bloodline by living a simple and honest life. He spent most of his orphaned life on the street, not stealing or mugging, but performing. After several years of scraping by he found the spare coins to buy his first instrument, a dinged up flute. With this small brass instrument, he was soon able to make a decent daily wage. No longer bound to a smelly camp under a bridge, he rented a room, purchased some decent clothed and bought a simple viol. With this viol he set out from city to city, playing on the streets and in taverns as his skill and renown grew.

One day on his travels, having grown up to be a fine upstanding old gentleman, he decided to take a break in a forest clearing to practice and rest. As he was honing his craft, he heard a sudden noise of footsteps around him. In a mild panic he went for a small blade hidden in his boots to defend himself, but he was not fast enough to draw it before the mystery guest presented itself. His jaw dropped as a beautiful foal with opalescent fur and a ruby-colored horn stepped out from the shadow in front of him. This foal happened to be a young unicorn named Guldan Shimmerling. The young unicorn was so moved by his performance, that he decided to defy the orders from his parents, to never approach Man, or anyone walking on two legs really, to listen closer.

Okarus Grimforge was once a young lad, believe it or not. That young lad decided against a life of mining and forging, against all the traditions of his clan really, to peruse old tomes and learn about the magic of the skies. Branded a lunatic and a weirdo, he was left an outcast in the great halls of the city Thurm beneath the mountains.

It’s been a while, but here’s my latest little thing

Ah the Skald named Magnus, frolicking in a forest, purple smoke coming from his horn. How deftly he cleaves the skulls of his foes. Certainly unbothered by the unstoppable march of time. 

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