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Recent editions of d&d lore have been better about backing off from "here are the good elves who deserve everything nice and here are the evil elves who know only evil" but I'm still waiting for someone to have the guts to just publish "all elves are high key unhinged. they aren't inherently good or evil but there is something deeply wrong with them. their history is 80% elf-on-elf war crimes that other species would never even dream of"

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Benedict

Harengon (size small, grey and white fur, floppy ears)

Artificer - battle smith

Benedict has been brought up to be the next leader of his family but it is not what he wants. All Benedict wants is to build and adventure.

When opportunity presents itself to fight in the great games, he takes it. In the middle of fighting a monster, him and the other fighters, are brought forward 600 years.

Who brought him here and why?

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my waterdeep campaign title btw

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Karlach in a party dress by nervmaid

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Thinking about Paladins...

Thinking about Oath of Devotion Paladins, and how over time they seem less and less like flesh and more and more like stone, as solid as their oaths. How more and more it seems like a light shines from their eyes. How their movement slows as they get older, becoming more and more a thing of stone and light. How they become less a person and more an idea, a promise made flesh. When they die, they become a statue with burning light where their eyes once were. Many take their final rest upon seaside cliffs, acting as an eternal beacon to those in need.

Thinking about Oath of the Ancients Paladins, and how the grass they tread upon might grow a bit greener than it did before. How fruit tastes sweeter when they pluck it. How vegetables and grain grow from the blood and bodies of their slain foes. Life springing from bringers of death. How when they bleed, seeds and pollen might release from their wounds along with the blood. How their skin feels more like bark as they grow older. How their presence feels like peace, like rest. How when they die, the Oak Father takes this warrior into his embrace, and a fruit tree grow over their grave, so they might give once more in death as they did in life.

Thinking about Oath of Vengeance Paladins, and how their mere presence might inspire fear and truth. They barely need to ask questions, one look at those eyes, filled with wrathful calm in equal measure is enough to break almost any who look upon them. How their blood might literally boil when it is spilled, so true is their commitment. How they might weep when they are given the chance to at last be kind. How when they die there is nothing to bury, the fire in their souls fueled by their oath consumes their flesh at last, and then they are nothing but ash.

Thinking about Oathbreakers. How the sun is too bright, and it hurts their eyes. How the night is too dark, and always their vision is off. How their hands always find thorns or sharp edges. How every step they take might be an agony, a reminder of how they committed the truest and most fundamental treason of all. How the very air they breath seems to cut at their lungs as the world itself whispers "wrong thing. wrong thing. traitor" in their ears. Their blood never seeps into the ground, only evaporates. Their body does not even rot. The world itself rejects them.

Thinking about Paladins...

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Baldur's Gate handles Ilmater's faith much better than any other source I've seen of it, I'm very impressed. 2e Ilmater lore was just awful

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Hey man I’m just happy to be in this dark and scary woods with you

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Riken

It had been years since he willingly entered a church but the events of late had shaken him. He couldn’t muster his confident persona today and broke away from the group. He found the temple easily enough, the visage of hands bound in red was both a comfort and something that unnerved him. He would ask forgiveness but would it be granted?

There were few people inside and they left him alone as he walked to the alter. The actions were second nature to the teifling— kneel, light the candles, close your eyes, pray. The words flowed as effortlessly as they once had.

“Lord Ilmater, I beseech you look upon me and behold my sin. Let it stand before your infinite patience and balk in its presence - for while I am weak, you stand mighty. Let me be absolved before your weeping majesty, that I may cleanly bear the burden of others in your name. My knees may stagger, my bones may break, my will may fracture - but my faith stands strong on your shoulders, Lord, if you will let it”

Soon there was a familiar presence, hands upon his shoulder though he knew he would find no one there if he turned to look. Riken tensed, waiting to be scolded- punished for forsaking his lord for so long, but it never came.

“You are on the right path. She will be upon you soon, bring her back to my light.”

Then it was gone.

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Fuck You, Wizard Hater

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Riken

Tiefling (blue skin, blue horns, black hair)

Drunken Monk/Valor Bard

Raised in service to Ilmater, Riken is tired of taking on the suffering of others. When his master disappears, he begins to drift from a life of righteousness. The fighting pits and the glory that comes with it are too hard to resist. He becomes an entertainer, dazzling the crowd with his charm, technique, and speed.

What will he do when duty becomes to hard to ignore? When the fate of the world rests on him and his friends shoulders? Will they plunge it into further darkness?

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Dawn (she/they) 25

This is just a place for me to post about my dnd characters and ideas

Active characters:

Nym 📚🐉🔮

Riken 😈🎭🤛

Benedict 🐰💎🔧

Myla 🔥🌊👊

One shot/future characters:

Ida 💀🍷🦇

Dawn ☀️⛓️🪄