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Hey kid, I’m on a top brass mission;I gotta find the dumbasses that lurk around these parts, mind sending me there way? I definitely don’t intend to slowly start dming for them one by one! That’s absolute horseradish!
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CURSE OF STRAHD: HUNTED
THE CAST
FROM LEFT TO RIGHT, WE HAVE:
ARLEN: A werewolf hunter from Faerûn who found a way through the mists to pursue an old adversary from his past. [played by @new-austin]
CRAFINE: A kenku antipaladin from Eberron trying to atone for past mistakes; the only one actually invited to Barovia. [played by @diamanti91]
GISELLE: A young romantic searching for her fiance, with whom she was supposed to have eloped. She's recently discovered her sorcerous bloodline. She will never assume malice where innocence can be inferred. [played by @amatres]
MELCHIOR: A "werewolf hunter", a bard, and a native Barovian, he gets tangled up in the party's affairs (and the party in his). [note: my old PC, retired after session 5]
LUNE: An elf who has been here before and is returning here again, they're a person of few words and fewer questions. [played by @cassynite]
VAYAGOL: A kalashtar cleric who fell through the planes into Barovia from Eberron, having accidentally been dragged alone with Crafine. She tries to see the good in everyone but struggles with him. [played by @screams-4-memes]
ISMAEL: A stranger to Barovia and to most things, Ismael woke up in Sigil two months ago with no memory of his life before. Now teamed up with the party, he struggles to balance the loss of his memory with the possible explanations for his powers. [my PC]
note: all character art seen here was either drawn by the players or commissioned/gifted respectively.
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Silly Curse of Strahd doodles
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Baldur's Gate 3 companions as tumblr textposts
Bonus Volo:
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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ANGER MANAGEMENT” Rodrick yells at Seelah with an absurd amount of hand gestures,
“I’m just saying you could stand to be a bit more reasonable!” Lann states as he tries to talk the long sword waving skeleton down,
“SHE BROKE MY ARM TO SEE IF I STILL HAVE MARROW, AND ME BEING ANGRY IS MY FAULT!” Rodrick yells his left arm dangling in the wind,
“The answer is a resounding no, I can’t even find a trace of it” Nenio replies from the faint distance,
“LET ME AT HER” Rodrick screams before promptly being tackled down by Seelah.
#pathfinder#pathfinder wotr#pathfinder wrath of the righteous#wotr#wrath of the righteous#oc#3:00am semi shit post times#Rodrick gave Nenio his arm#he just didn’t know why she wanted it
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Sad little man moments ahead
Sulking in a room laced with the smell of ink and papers littered about sits a lone skeleton, one who seems to be absent mindly writing on a piece of old parchment. The skeleton alone in the cold writes a message, one never to be delivered to a soul, recording the prior days events.
His hands seem to shake as he writes, droplets of ink falling off his quill as his mind tries to refocus on the memories his subconscious is already desperately trying to pack away.
Eventually, a knock on his door breaks him out of his stupor. He sluggishly gets up and leaves his quill still flowing with ink on the page and trods over, though before he can even touch the handle another knocks rings through the door as a voice follows suit,
“Rodrick, you good in there? I know today was rough so I’m just checking up on you” the voice though muffled pierced through the one silent room as Rodrick took a moment to think before responding,
“Yeah…” Rodrick goes back to sit down as he gives a half hearted response to the question, but before they do they speak up again, as though a part of them knew they had to get this off their chest,
“I just feel like… I feel like a fucked up hard, y’know? It’s hitting me that people died because I didn’t do my job, and well, I don’t really know how to handle that” Rodrick let his skeletal hands rest on the back of his chair as he looked down at the ruined letter,
“Look, not going to pretend like you didn’t mess up, but that’s doesn’t mean you’re a terrible person or that you’re not a good commander. It’s just means you have to grow. You made a mistake now learn from it and save more people next time” Their words echoed through Rodricks skull, and though they weren’t the most comforting, they made him hopeful.
“Yeah, guess I’ll do that. Thanks for your help” Rodrick then crumpled the ruined letter in his hands and threw it into the pile of failures before starting anew.
(This is my first actual story filled post, please be mean and make fun of it so I may steadily become superior)
#pathfinder wrath of the righteous#pathfinder#pathfinder wotr#wrath of the righteous#wotr#oc#I made the skeleboy sad#I couldn’t control myself
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（｀•ω• )づ__∧
（つ / ( •ω•。)
しーＪ (nnノ) pat pat
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Rodrick seconds away from FUCKING GETTING YOU
#pathfinder wrath of the righteous#pathfinder#pathfinder wotr#wotr#wrath of the righteous#oc#gun warning
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The AUDACITY of todays youth cultist to trick me with falsehoods of working femurs only to try to poison and than stab me!
Luckily, these dimwits forgot I don’t got any flesh to stab. They were rather poorly equipped I must say, I let those theatrical story tellers get bit too carried away and it seems everyone thinks I’m a muscular cyclops.
Their poisons and long range weapons would’ve worked great if I weren’t such a majestic fucking specimen, sadly, I’m what the kids would call “him”, they stood no chance.
-A report issued to Queen Galfrey, who than quickly banned Rodrick from writing his own reports.
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Y’know I’m a bit worried about that Woljif fellow
Normally, I’d charge him with a misdemeanor but since I miss-a-femur I’d rather not put my number one bone supplier in the dog house.
So I guess he can stay, but that Sosiel is making me mighty uncomfortable with that destroy undead ability. Might need to talk to him about undead inclusivity around the workplace.
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“So, you wanna know how I became commander?
It all started a while back, I woke up in this bright blue festival and when I sat up straight I looked down and saw all my meaty bits were no longer attached to my bones. Didn’t seem to bother me too much but y’know what did? One of my femurs was missing, and as you can see I got weird little femurs, I must’ve been a mongrel folk in my past life because they zig zag in all different ways.
Had to shove a weird stick in their as a began to search for a replacement but than suddenly boom, demons, devils, coming out the wazoo. Had to book it but before I could the ground split beneath me and boom I was in the shits pits. Had to climb my way out and grabbed a few buddies with me and also a weird ass sword, but y’know what’s worse, I passed 16 skeletons not one has my weird little femurs. So, my investigations carried on.
Yadalidoo, I got this neat side gig as the commander of the crusade, but still couldn’t fine my weird little bits. Though on the bright side moral is pretty high and their doing a little festival or something soon, might find femur locating informants there. Oh… you weren’t asking about my extremely interesting backstory… you need funding for your battalion… ok, here.”
-Rodrick the Investigator
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Y’all ever just accidentally make your blog look very similar to an alt right Twitter troll?
No… just me…
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Found my first stupid, fucker broke their wrist like a dumbass and had to take a break from art.
having to take a break from art again but i will eventually! finish it
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