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im gonna be so real right now and say that my dnd knowledge comes from baldurs gate 3 and bits from my brother sorry ✌️
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WARLOCK GRAVES WIP
hi niche fam
my account is going to come back from the dead ive been silent for too long
im gonna be so real right now and say that my dnd knowledge comes from baldurs gate 3 and bits from my brother sorry ✌️
ok i love you bye

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Some more sketches exploring some fantasy au stuff UwU needed to figure out how tf Rumi’s plating worked in her Abyssal Form
Imagine this..
It's been a hard time with your team. The rouge and bard won't stop pushing the barbarian's buttons. The wizard and warlock are constantly arguing. The sorcerer only adds fuel to the magical feud.
One night, you sit away from the camp. Trying to gather your thoughts. Before long, you begin to start crying. It was absolutely impossible to get any of them to listen while you were just the human fighter.
The elf druid finds you with the help of his fairy dragon. He's seen how stressed and strained you've been. How you have been trying to wrangle all the different cultures and classes.
Slowly, he approached and took a seat next to you. He didn't pressure you to talk. Your tears and shaking hands were enough to say how close to the edge you were.
Without a word, he gently took your hands and opened them in his. Channeling his druid magic through your palms made a colorful flower that seemed to spark grow before your very eyes.
Your shakey breaths settled into occasional sniffles as you both sat in the forest. The druid's fairy dragon sleeping across your shoulders.
"..they'll have to see the error of their ways soon." The druid reassured as he clasped your hands over the flower's stem, "..perhaps once they've bitten each other's heads off."
You stiffled out a small laugh while resting your head against his shoulder. He hummed softly while cradling your hands in his.
I was thinking about which DnD class, race, and background each CB Character would be.
Here’s my list, lol. If anyone wants add anything, please do! The more the merrier.
Chase— Chaotic Good Human Bard with The Entertainer or Solider Background.
Deacon— Lawful Good Human Druid with The Hermit Background.
Prunella— Chaotic Good Human Ranger with The Solider Background.
Wave— Lawfully Confused Human Warlock with The Sailor Background.
Buddy— Lawful Evil to Chaotic Good Tiefling Sorcerer with The Wayfarer Background (Buddy’s was the hardest to think of).
The Keys are all Divine Entities with a lot of homebrew mixed in.

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Just some quick drawings of mine — so glad to be here and share with you all (〃'▽'〃)
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The dead did not answer prayers.
Jayce had learned that lesson long before the gods had ever heard him.
Not once did Viktor, the mage, the scholar, the truest architect of the arcane that Jayce could comprehend, find a way to converse with him. Though, that would be difficult in his current state; ashes and dust,and a stray piece of cane that survived the explosion, buried six feet below Faerun’s grounds in a pauper’s grave.
He prayed.
And prayed.
And he prayed until his voice would fail him.
“I know not who listens,” He would mutter beneath course, baited breath, “I do not know whose domain I trespass. But if there remains any power, any power that values truth over pride…mercy over ambition….then hear me.”
His hazel eyes would look up to plead if he knew it would find him absolution, but he had come to find the action futile.
“I could not save him.”
A frequent admission.
“I cannot change that.”