I'm going to run a one-shot for my parents and girlfriend while I'm visiting back home in a couple weeks and dear god am I proud of this tavern/intro.

Our scene opens on The Ent of the Road, an overgrown tavern huddled against the bottom of a cliff in the Wetwood, an unkempt, rugged strip of forest pressed between the Sea of Thrakivere and a range of mountains called The Backbone. Moss hangs from the eaves of the tavern, the cliff that overshadows it, and the branches of the trees that cluster close to it on either side, and you can hear not one, but several babbling brooks in the vicinity. It rained this morning and if you’ve been on the Wetwood Road for more than a couple days, you know it will rain again this afternoon like clockwork, and everything in sight seems to be either dripping or studded with gem-like drops of water. The tavern is sided in greening wood shingles, and grass is growing out of the gutters, but there is warm light streaming out of the ajar front door and cutting through the drab greens and greys of daylight in the forest, and several horses and a saddled goat are tied to the well-worn but sturdy hitching posts out front.

Inside the floorboards are dry, the rushes on the floor are clean, and the fire is bright and warm; fuzzy grey light meanders in through the windows, and mingles with the light of candles in sconces in the walls to keep shadows out of all but the farthest corners of the inn. The inn smells of drying clothes, good food, and clean-burning wood, and several customers sit at the long communal tables that span the common room, or on the circle of benches surrounding the fire. Standing behind the bar on a stool is an elderly gnome with a puff of white hair and a leather apron covered in pockets over her serviceable shirt and pants. She waves you over with a wide gesture that knocks over a clean glass at her elbow that rights itself before it can fall to the floor. “Welris Niffle at your service! What can I help you with today?”

Would you be willing to tell us some things about your DnD characters?

i will take Every excuse to talk about my kids so Absolutely i would be willing

the first dnd character i ever rolled was my boy karcsi. i’m playing him in a homebrew campaign. here’s a few things about him:

human fighter

very anxious

used to be a knight

helped his only friends, a father and daughter who ran a stationary store, escape from the city after the father was arrested and imprisoned for smuggling weapons into the city that led to a riot

alas he’s not very sneaky and thus was caught 

the king exiled him and he’s been travelling around ever since

in january sometime i’ll be playing a revised version of my sdv farmer vic in a waterdeep campaign​. she’s a bit less fleshed out than karcsi but here’s what i’ve decided:

halfling ranger

a Big Ol’ Buff Lesbian who is only three feet tall but shhshshs

raised by her grandfather and helped out on his farm until he passed away and left it to her. now she’s travelling the world to experience all the things she didn’t get a chance to because she wanted to be there helping him

my other unplayed dnd characters are as follows:

alleia: mute sorceress with an ice motif and a kindly if intimidating disposition

welri: actually just an alchemist oc i made because i wanted to give jester a small girlfriend with glasses

tevon: a tentatively named half-elf paladin who really would rather not be a paladin. i know almost nothing about them tbh

and those are my kids!!! thank you for giving me a space to chat about them a bit sldjflskdj

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