Marseth and Nestalla being cute for once.
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Marseth and Nestalla being cute for once.

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I love my D&D character so much
sometimes you make an NPC and just have to PC them afterwards
Bebedo+1C+1C or Khun+1E+3B? :3c
….he really needs a pirate hat.
Also. I want to do the Khun one, but. thats gonna need care.
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Fuck/Marry/Kill for your ocs
Okay I was just going to limit this to "currently in-play DnD characters" or something, but Bea inspired me. So, with the caveat that I'm not sure I'd actually be able to go through with a lot of the fucking (a little too ace) but would be conceptually willing, the entirety of my 5e character chart (as shorthand for 'OCs' since those are mostly the ones I deal with here anyway):

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We’re doing a grung oneshot on Thursday because not everyone can make the regular game, and this is my Circle of Spores druid, b’Le’Tuz, who is definitely your friendly local druid elder and not an amalgam of intelligent fungi piloting an aged grung suit.
The August Vivienne Jiselle Magdalene Helvitica Ri'Hdrazan, Heir-Protector of the High Cantons, Lesser Lady of the Green Glass Tower, Keyholder of Mizran, and Sixth Attendant of the Royal Chambers (usually known as August Vivienne, Lady Ri’Hdrazan, or, for those very close to her, Vivi) is the daughter of the court wizard of the Grand Duke of Mizraythi. Her mother would have faced suspicion about her daughter’s origins if she was anyone but the court wizard. Fortunately, wizards are not held to the standards of other nobility, and moreover, everyone knows that the Magister heroically sacrificed her own soul in a deal with a bone devil to save the Grand Duchy from being overrun by demons when the paladins and clerics failed, so her daughter’s birth out of wedlock and unfortunate affliction have more burnished her reputation than harmed it.
Even more fortunately, the Grand Duke is known to be a generous man where children are concerned, and the Magister is an old friend who helped him claim the throne of the duchy (and, a few people still whisper, his lover, until politics required him to marry the daughter of the woman whom he usurped it from). So that young Vivienne, unintended casualty of his duchy’s salvation, might suffer from her status and appearance, he loaded her down with titles and favors. None of them with any true meaning, of course--those have to be saved for political bargaining--but she is protected by the sign of his favor, and by the upbringing alongside the royal children that it allowed her. Only the highest courtiers know that she’s a tiefling, for she goes heavily veiled and robed about the court, and the general understanding is that her affliction is albinism rather than outright infernal taint.
For her own part, Vivienne has little to do with politics, preferring to entertain the royal children, all younger than her, with games and songs and puppet-shows. She has never been much for her mother’s form of magic, studying just enough to enhance those entertainments, though that has unlocked the ability to channel her own latent talents through certain of her tools, particularly her favorite puppet. She loves the people she’s grown up with, but the need to stay quiet and meek behind her veils has always chafed at her, and she wants to see the wider world beyond the palace walls. In recent years, as her magic and the combat skills she trained in with the royal children have developed to the point where she can defend herself, the Grand Duchess, always the least coddling of the adults around her, has encouraged that desire, and finally equipped her to set out, in company with a bodyguard as befits her status.
Dworic Thragar, former acolyte of Moradin, current paladin of Sharindlar, the dwarven goddess of mercy, healing, and love. Most of her followers are healers through and through, rarely fighting, but healers do need defending--and, preferably, by defenders with even enough tempers to do the minimum possible harm to their foes. It is not merciful to pursue the retreating or slaughter the surrendering, after all, and a great many dwarves have an unfortunate tendency to such when their blood is high.
The Thragar line has long had many members in service to Moradin, so when Dworic showed signs of strong piety as a child, he was quickly given over to that temple as an acolyte. There his friendly, open nature made him many friends, but the closest was a girl named Therlin Strakeln, whom Dworic was quick to name his very best friend. (He wouldn’t have minded if their relationship had developed in other ways, too, because she was the most beautiful dwarf he knew, but their friendship was too precious to him to risk when she’d given no indication she felt the same way about him.) They were close throughout their youth, and never expected to be parted, but the gods seemed to have other ideas.