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[Character Sheet - Verlienne]
A sheet of a beautiful stout halfling with an intriguing background story - for fantastic @dndsaga. Wishing you all the best rolls you need.
Thank you for commissioning me!
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This is Cory Bayberry! She is part of the Judge’s Investigators from a 5e DnD campaign run by @thekyuusanna, with me, @vanadric , @phoenixpinksocks and @chartreuseeffigy as the players so far! I drew this as a reference for Art fight 2022. I am fairly sure I’ve posted the animation before though!
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Cora "Cory" Bayberry, my stout halfling fighter. She's the muscle of the group called the Judge's Investigators who are essentially fantasy CSI (but they are more like fantasy Darkwing Duck.... we're literally nicknamed "Those Fools"—).
Her entire existence is essentially to fight and break things. Cannot remember when she got the chef hat, but she has it now. Is absolutely the type of person who when asked to disarm will spend entirely too much time pulling out a ridiculous amount of weapons. Also much to her teammates' annoyance she has a bagpipe, somewhere.
She may not be the brains of the bunch and he solution to things tends to be "F I G H T" but she does like making friends with new people and loves her teammates very much.
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You can find me on both instagram and Art Fight as Friskishdrawings!
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Drew this for my friends birthday. It features my stout halfling astral monk, Zeek, piggybacking on her satyr bard, Milo. I’m aware that Milo’s hands are messed up. If anyone has advice for drawing hands, that would be much appreciated.
I added a close up to their faces because it’s the only part I’m proud of.
#Ezekiel Leagallow#Zeek#Milo#astral monk#bard#astral tradition#stout halfling#satyr#DnD#oc#my art#my stuff#inkedtales
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honeyspot soufflé crisis
(or, when you’re a paladin at a gala and the pastry chef goes missing, you’re going to roll up your gauntlets and lend some citizens a hand)
#dnd#dnd paladin#dnd charcter art#halfling oc#oc#for anyone new Honeyspot is my crown paladin for the Eberron campaign I’m in. he is a stout halfling from thrane in a Mulan type situation#aka girl who started presenting as a dude to join the crownsguard and just lives that way full time now
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The Pint Sized Champion!
One of my favourite races to draw are the short races. Their anatomy just offers a fun and interesting challenge of working with their short but proportional stature and larger heads.
In this guys case, he was an old character that I pulled up from the mothballs to give a new coat of paint.
He was one of my first ventures into deep diving a character's customisation. Mainly to see if a halfling Dex Paladin or Dex Cleric would be possible. With the help of an old DM friend we found a compromise and he sadly then never saw the light of day. XD
However, I'd love to revisit the idea and try to create something viable, maybe a new character altogether.
What do you guys think? :D
#dnd#dnd commission#dnd art#dnd character#original character#paladin#knight#hero#champion#halfling#stout#folk hero#hobbit#gnome#sword#armor#armour#dnd armour#commission#commissions#commissionsopen#taking commissions#dungeons and dragons#plate#honor#honour#retainer#noble
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NAME: Trym Brushgather
RACE: Stout Halfling
CLASS & LEVEL: Paladin 1/ Barbarian 1/ Monk 1/ Rogue 1/ Sorcerer 1
BACKGROUND: Criminal/Spy
#dungeons and dragons#dnd#dnd halfling#dnd stout halfling#dnd paladin#dnd barbarian#dnd monk#dnd rogue#dnd sorcerer
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signed up for another dnd campaign with random finnish people cos saw someone looking for couple players and went all hey why not I got fucking so much time at the moment...
The first actual session is like later but we got to like go and build the characters ahead of time so they’re ready when we’ll have the first session, and this is the first time for me when I’ve done the stats by rolling rather than standard array or point buy and like what these stats?? Are so good???
Like this is bafflingly good stats for level 1 characters to me since I haven’t seen this before lol.
#I rolled 18 15 14 13 12 and 9#and my character is a stout halfling soo 20 on dex her main stat right from the start omg#this is ridiculous haha#pointless text post is pointless
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So like this is less about my adoration of monsters and more my desire for more versatility in ttrpg concepts, like a tiefling and aasimar are born from people whose ancestors make deals with or have sex with angels and devils, right?
So shouldn't there be more versatility for the tiefling and aasimar based on their mortal parent?
Gimme a short and stout Dwarven aasimar or an antlered and tall elven tiefling, maybe even a scaled and hulking aasimar or a smol halfling/gnome tiefling with horns growing in a linear manner
Same with mindflayers
We already have gnomish mindflayers and giant mindflayers why not hellfire mindflayers who have a crown of horns sprouting from it's head or corrupted heavens mindflayers with tentacles sprouting from their back with a black halo that squirms
I recommend taking a read through this post for an explanation on why tieflings aren't more diverse in appearance but you're right and you should speak.
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I was practicing with some pose references I had saved, but Orym took over 😩. (detailed ID under Read More)
[Image description: Five flat-colored, full-body drawings of Orym from Critical Role, a stout halfling with short brown hair and body covered in moles and scars; the poses are sorta acrobatic fighting style.
He is wearing baggy dark brown trousers, in most of them with a shirt (except in the first one, in which he has a white crop top on). From right to left and from top to bottom, the poses are as follows: facing towards the right while jumping mid-air, his head and legs slightly crouched toward his body; back view, legs and arms stretched to the sides; facing left mid-jump, crouched with one leg high above his head; front view, mid-jump, legs and head totally crouched towards the middle, one arm in front of him, the other stretching behind; lastly, back-view, arms up and body curved in a C-form towards the right. /End ID]
[ID 2: Close-up on the first (top right) pose./End ID]
#look acrobatic fighting and dancing are some of my fave poses to draw and he is so perfect for them#(his hair should be longer on top and spikier? but 🤷♂️)#orym#orym of the air ashari#critical role#critical role fanart#critical role art#my art#cr fanart
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ID: a digital illustration of azu and hamid from the rusty quill gaming podcast, drawn from the shoulders up and kissing. azu is a tall, muscular, Black orc with closely cropped hair. she has a bright pink heart stud earring and is wearing pink. hamid is a short, stout, brown halfling wearing purple. he has a bright purple stud earring and gold rings on his fingers. azu supports hamid with a hand behind his shoulder, and hamid cups azu’s cheek. they’re both blushing slightly, eyes closed. the background is a bright pink and purple gradient sprinkled with small heart shapes. end ID
a color revamp of this from almost two years ago now!! it's a day late but happy valentines to these two especially ❤️
#i thought they deserved more hearts all over the place :')#my art#rusty quill gaming#rusty quill gaming podcast#rqg#hamid#azu#hazu#hamid saleh haroun al tahan#described
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ATLA DnD AU
Aang: Protector Aasimar, Monk/Druid
Protector aasimar are charged by the powers of good to guard the weak, to strike at evil wherever it arises, and to stand vigilant against the darkness. From a young age, a protector aasimar receives advice and directives that urge to stand against evil.
Katara and Sokka: Sea Elves, Druid/Monk and Rogue/Fighter
Sea elves fell in love with the wild beauty of the ocean in the earliest days of the multiverse. While other elves traveled from realm to realm, sea elves navigated the currents and explored the waters of many worlds.
Suki: Hill Dwarf, Monk/Fighter
Most dwarves are lawful, believing firmly in the benefits of a well-ordered society. They tend toward good as well, with a strong sense of fair play and a belief that everyone deserves to share in the benefits of a just order.
Toph: Stout Halfling, Druid/Monk
Others form nomadic bands that travel constantly, lured by the open road and the wide horizon to discover the wonders of new lands and peoples.
...they are loyal to their friends, whether halfling or otherwise. They can display remarkable ferocity when their friends, families, or communities are threatened.
Zuko and Azula: Red Dragonborn, Fighter/Sorcerer and Rogue/Sorcerer
Born of dragons, as their name proclaims, the dragonborn walk proudly through a world that greets them with fearful incomprehension.
Some dragonborn are faithful servants to true dragons, others form the ranks of soldiers in great wars, and still others find themselves adrift, with no clear calling in life.
Mai: Shadar-Kai, Rogue/Fighter
Shadar-kai are the elves of the Shadowfell, originally drawn to that dread realm by the Raven Queen. Over the centuries, some of them have continued to serve her, while others have ventured into the Material Plane to forge their own destinies.
Once shadar-kai were Fey like the rest of their elven kin; now they exist in a state between life and death, thanks to being transformed by the Shadowfell’s grim energy.
Ty Lee: Tabaxi, Monk
Ultimate travelers, the inquisitive tabaxi rarely stay in one place for long. Their innate nature pushes them to leave no secrets uncovered, no treasures or legends lost.
#atla#Aang#Katara#Sokka#Suki#Toph#Zuko#Azula#Mai#Ty Lee#dnd#some of these choices were so easy#others took a frustrating amount of time#yes i am aware that being born with bending would tecnically make every bender at least part sorcerer but come on
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Here’s some sketches from my stranger things dnd au from last year(not like anyone’s done that before).
I left some explanations under the cut…
So Steve is a high elf eldritch knight fighter/ paladin. Eddie is a black dragonborn valor bard. Robin is a half gnome illusionist wizard/ bard. Chrissy is a fairy bard. Erica is a half wood elf thief rogue. Dustin is a stout halfling lore bard/ battle smith artificer. Hopper is a half orc path of the warchief barbarian. El is a bloodline of levistus tiefling aberrant mind sorcerer. Max is a fire genasi speedster rogue/ fighter. Lucas is a half wood elf hunter ranger. I also have races and classes (and spells and character sheets) set up for characters not in these drawings too.
I have a lot of ideas of how the world would work. It’s more of a stranger things except it takes place in dnd kind of au. I tried to set up a lot of characters with that in mind. I thought through everything for quite a while and I’m pretty proud of it.
#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#chrissy cunningham#dustin henderson#erica sinclair#jim hopper#el hopper#max mayfield#lucas sinclair#stranger things#buckingham#steddie#elmax#dnd au#scoops troop#art I made
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Name: Lady Cornflower Strongheart O’Dell
Race: Stout Halfling
Class: Rogue (Mastermind)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Age: 59
Where: Mal Famaburg
Lady Cornflower is a steady, sure, calming presence in Mal Famaburg… but a mysterious one as well. Made quite famous as a legendarily unsurpassable beauty in the ballads and poetry of her husband, Lord Orland, most people are quite surprised when they meet her and are faced with the plain, stoic, and matronly woman that she truly is. The two halflings seem quite an odd pair… but their forty-year marriage and thirteen children seem to indicate that she must be every bit as fond of her husband as he is of her. But she must be very, very good at keeping this fondness private. Despite Orland’s exaggeration of her beauty, he is unable to exaggerate her intelligence, patience, and dry wit. And a smile upon her face is said to be one of the rarest sights in the world.
Cornflower has really been able to come into her own since her children have grown independent, and she is quite passionate about the city and its people, and she has mostly tasked herself with keeping an eye on the local farmlands and food stores. She is often found in the gardens and libraries around the palace pursuing her hobbies during her leisure time (which she is quite happy about actually having nowadays). Despite her eagerness to enjoy her independence in her middle age, she is still fiercely protective of all her children— and she will be the first one you will have to answer to if you harm a hair on any of their heads.
There are persistent rumors that there is far more to Cornflower than meets the eye. She spends a good deal of time visiting the Business District with Lord Rothgar, and rumors abound about what the two of them are doing there. Those who believe Orland’s annoyed insistence that there’s no infidelity happening tend to suspect that it has something more to do with the city’s criminal underground— and that the unassuming and motherly Lady Cornflower has far more experience with that crowd than one might expect…
#morgarts#cornflower#halfling#rogue#dnd stuff#here she is… my gorgeous girl…#the one I am most excited to show off in this campaign haha#she gets progressively more goth as she ages lmao#gothic lolita grandma…
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Noticing Trauma Prompt List - #16 (and maybe #36 if you're into it) for Orym and the rest of Bell's Hells. In an encounter with Otohan, Orym is struck with one of her poisoned blades (since the poison blocks the divine magic that enables resurrection, presumably it prevents other forms of healing as well). The Hells manage to escape and stay by Orym's side as he recovers.
(We don't know whether Orym was wounded in the original attack on Zephra. I just find it interesting that two of the few people known to have survived encounters with Otohan and her Echoes - Orym and Oshad Breshio - have racial resistance to poison as a Stout Halfling and a Dwarf respectively).
16 "I know it hurts, but you’ll get through it. I promise."
36 "No one’s asking you to get over this immediately. Take your time and heal."
Those two do work well together. Especially for an extended wound recovery like what you've requested.
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It's taken a lot of work and effort to get to this battle. Hunting Thull across continents and planes between a combination of Scrying, Communes, and the tracker orb.
But they're here. They have her. They just have to be strong enough to finish the job.
Orym is unflinching, up close and personal. He can't even fathom being anywhere else. For Will, Dad, Fearne, Laudna, Lord Eshteross, the Lumas twins, himself, and everyone else that died on Otohan Thull's blades for the madness of Ludinus Da'leth.
Today the Legend of the Peaks falls.
When Thull's blade plunges through his stomach, lifting him up to her eye level, Orym can feel the poison coursing through him. His stout halfling constitution fights it, buying him enough time to sink Seedling through her eye socket and out the back of her head.
They both hit the ground. Otohan dead. Orym dying.
It's not the way he wanted to go, but it's not the worst circumstances he could have died under. He's killed the hand that slew his husband and father and temporarily his best friend and good friend and himself. That's not nothing. Really, the regrets are that he didn't get the one who gave the orders that resulted in so much death, and, more importantly, that his death will hurt the people he loves dearly. Much as Will's death had hurt him.
"Ooooh, that's a lot of blood. Just hang on, okay, best friend? You're gonna make it. She doesn't get to kill you. Not again."
Still, it's nice to have friends, family, there at the end. And soon, he'll see Will again.
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Orym wakes.
He shouldn't be waking up? At least, not in pain. It hadn't hurt afterwards, the last time he died. Maybe it was the poison?
When Orym peels his eyes open, it's to a bed in a room with an open window that lets in a nice breeze and sunlight. A familiar room and bed, actually. His ma's house, and his old bedroom that she redecorated for an adult when he was... convinced to live with her After.
It's strange that he's in his ma's house and not out by the cherry tree like before-
"'Bout time you woke up."
Orym startles. That is not the voice he was expecting to hear.
Basking in the sun-stripe from the window on a pile of cushions with their bare feet propped up in a pot of soil is Ashton.
"Ash-Ashton, w-what-?"
"You've been out of it for about a week. Guess that anti-god poison's a real fucking bitch even when you're not killed with it," they explain, digging their toes a little deeper into the soil.
"...We're in Zephrah," Orym quietly states, his question implied, after a few moments of processing Ashton's usual oversimplified yet complete explanation.
"Yeah, well, Fearne did the tree thing to get us out of there, so it's not like we had any say about where we were going," Ashton answers a bit grumpily with a shrug.
"Are you okay?" Orym asks, noticing their tension.
"...Depends on your definition of 'okay.' The family's alive, despite your attempts to be otherwise. That fucking bitch Thull is dead. Nobody here is going to try to kill us, except by daring Chet to try those wind sails or whatever the fuck they're called," Ashton ticks off on their fingers.
"But..."
"I'm an earth genasi with falling issues and this place is all air and sheer fucking cliffs," they huff.
Orym can't help but chuckle at Ashton's petulance. Which hurts with his gut wound, but it's worth it. You have to take joy where you can find it. And if the genasi feels he has the room to not be responsible for holding the others together, then yeah, things are okay.
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Orym hobbles out to the bench beneath a cherry tree that Laudna is sitting on.
It takes him a moment to clamber up, as the bench is sized for not-Small folk and his wound is still slowly healing. Once he's up, Orym gently leans the cane Chetney carved for him against the bench.
"You know, it's very nice here," Laudna says conversationally after a few minutes of watching leaves and petals drift by on the constant breezes. "Fresh air, beautiful foliage, stunning sunrises and sunsets."
"Yeah," Orym quietly agrees, hands twiddling through the process of druidcrafting poppies. "It's pretty great."
"And filled with ghosts for you, I'm sure," she presses on, a little more serious. "Much like Whitestone is for me."
His hands still.
"...Yeah," he chokes out eventually.
Laudna hums, her hand finding his hair and gently stroking it, leading him in to lean against her boney side.
"If you need out before you're fully healed, I'm sure Fearne could be talked into whisking you a continent or plane away. I think we've all already seen the sights of Zephrah these past two weeks and don't see any need to stay beyond your health."
And it's so tempting to ask Laudna to start sending messages to gather up Bells Hells and go. After all, there's still more work to be done, he tells himself. Tries to ignore that it's the past and grief he's running from, not duty he's running toward.
"Maybe," Orym says.
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He's trying out the first kata of the Zeph'aeratam in the backyard of his ma's house, Ashton napping in the dirt of an empty flowerbed and Chetney leaning back against their side whittling away at a project.
When Orym has to pause because of the stabbing pain in his gut for the fourth time, he starts quietly cursing.
"Ain't no need for that," Chetney says without looking up. And Orym flinches. He'd forgotten that the old gnome has incredibly keen hearing as a werewolf.
"I'm not gonna be of much use if I can't even get through the first kata," Orym points out his frustration.
"Yeah, and we're not looking to get into a big fight once we leave. So there's no need to rush things. Let time do her thing and heal those wounds, ya hear?" and Chetney points an accusing chisel at the halfling.
"There's still others out there that need to be handled. Imogen's mom. Ludinus-"
Chetney snorts. "We're not the only ones after that fucking elf. Let them sniff him out. And if they get the kill before we're back in the game, than that's just one less problem for us."
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Imogen comes in on Orym doing stretches Nel and Maeve specifically told him not to do, a tray of pastries in hand and a steaming pot of tea floating behind her.
"So you're really considerin' that jailbreak," she comments, nudging the door shut with her foot.
"I think we're all getting a little stir crazy," Orym replies, wincing as presses a little too far.
"Can't say I disagree with that," Imogen nods, setting down the tray and pouring tea into a mug also balanced on the tray.
"And today's menu is medicinal tea, and meat pies courtesy of Fresh Cut Grass," she narrates, selecting a meat pie for herself.
"Are they any good?" Orym asks, sipping at his tea.
"A bit bland, but Letters has been havin' trouble gettin' Ashton to taste test with as much as he's sleepin'," Imogen decides after a thoughtful chew.
Orym frowns around his own meat pie. He's certainly seen Ashton sleeping around often enough, but he hadn't realized it was that bad, given his own tiredness from his recovery.
"Is Ash-?"
"Grumpier than a wet cat? Yeah. The Air Rift energy here just makes 'em tired and irritable, which isn't exactly unexpected accordin' to the druids around here, seein' as earth and air are opposites," Imogen reassures him. "They also say he should bounce back pretty fast once we're outta here."
"That's good."
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"Ready to go?" Fearne asks, pure mischief in her eyes and Orym can hear her tail swishing the fabric of her skirts.
"Yeah, let's get out of here," he agrees with a smile. A month of slow recovery and he's more than ready to get out, get back to work.
They gather with the rest of Bells Hells in the kitchen. Their planned egress is out the backdoor to take the old oak tree to Issylra in hopes that Hevestro might provide them with better directions on how to get to Hishari. Searching through cursed(?) ruins should be safer than hunting down Ludinus while Oryrm is still regaining his strength.
Except when he leads the way into the backyard, lanterns light up, and Orym's family is gathered around the tree.
"You didn't think you were leaving without saying goodbye, did you?" his ma asks.
And tears gather in his eyes, that both parts of his family are here and supporting him.
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