#fantasy dwarf

Human: Kill 5 prison guards to get to lvl 2 then chill with Aragorn in a fortified town :)

Beorning: Kill a few flies on a quiet farm to level up and gently say goodbye to your family as you head off to save Middle Earth <3

Dwarf: Walk with Gandalf and assist in a prison break. That should take you to lvl 2 like all the others so you're free to go chill with your buddies up north.

And then there's the High Elf:

Oh you want to play HIGH ELF??? You pretentious fucker. You poor, poor bastard. Start with thousands of hit points. Start at in the middle of a battle. You like reading monologues? I hope so because there's a 10 minute debate between lore accurate simlarilion characters. There are no farms or cities here. No respite from destruction, only war. Endless soldiers spawning to the east. Did you know you can take passive fire damage? Well you will when you fall into the fire pits.

Flies? Prison guards? No, go save the fucking prince what else are you here for Jesus fucking christ. Once you survive that, go fight Sauron himself. Oh you failed? Really? The high elf FAILED? You pass out in agony. When you wake, it's been thousands of years. Your king is dead. The world has moved on without you. You are weak: reduced to just a few of your once numerous hit points.

Elrond orders you to sail west from Middle earth and get proper rest. Right now you are nothing. Helpless. But in time... you just might regain enough strength to fight valiantly once again.

Double plus post day because @conkers-thecosy 's "Backs to the Wall" returns today!!!!

SO EXCITED. Everybody go read this fic, it is SO good.

The summary:

"The Company of Thorin Oakenshield could no longer be described as a ‘merry gathering’.

Bilbo Baggins sat at the edge of the campfire, hugging his knees to his chest, and looked just as dejected as the others surrounding the warm, flickering flames. The woodland river was a little way behind where they had set up camp, not close enough to see, but close enough for hobbit ears at least to pick out the rushing and burbling of water. They were on the edge of Mirkwood now, the Elvenking’s Halls a full day of travel behind them, and were about to start crossing the Long Marshes.

At least, that had been the plan. Bilbo was no longer certain what was going to happen.

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Or: Bilbo and the company don't make it to Erebor in time for Durin's Day, and decide to wait a year for a second chance to enter the mountain."

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SERIOUSLY SERIOUSLY.

(And btw Conkers is THE sweetest ever and writes the BEST stuff and it was an absolute joy to draw our beloved idiots in this setting.)

(AND happy birthday Tolkien 🍃💚🍃)

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THE LAST STAND OF THORIN OAKENSHIELD

A line up of my DA dwarves!