#druid gravity

[peachs-homebrew]

One thing that I really liked about the Stars druid is that it expanded the "nature" theme of druids outside of traditional druid areas like plants, animals, elements, and weather into something new and interesting.

I know that there is a gravity wizard subclass from Matt Mercer, but I really like the idea of a druid subclass focused on gravity as well, and druids that devote themselves to master one of the most fundamental forces of nature.

To that end, this is a subclass that I put together focusing on limiting enemy mobility or moevement with a little extra damage at level 2 with a Gravity Field ability based on wildshape use. At level 6, they get a limited use ability to change damage type to essentially gravity damage (which is fun) and get a little extra damage. Level 10 gives an improved fly speed compared to the Stars druid Dragon constellation and some buffs for allies against being prone. Level 14 is an overall improvement on the Level 2 abilities and a jumping speed for allies.

[auroragoth]

playtime 🥳

[november-narwhal]

I just have this intense, powerful, beautiful image in my head of a Circle of Stars Arch Druid, their starry form blazing and burning bright with the stars in the sky behind them slowly spinning, like those long exposure shots, their trails of light halo-ing the druid. They are straddling their prone foe, shirt collar clenched in their fist, and then with their free hand reaching out behind them, grasping the air, no, the stars. Their rotation stops as the druid holds them in place a moment then casts them down, sending them spinning in the other direction. Their foe beneath them bound to the movement, aging rapidly until nothing but tatters and dust remain.

Ninth level spell material.

God do I love the concept of druids.

[probablybadrpgideas]

100th level spells

Abjuration: Protection from physics. You are no longer affected by gravity, inertia, temperature, etc.

Conjuration: Summon literally every demon (10ft radius)

Divination: Detect whether you are actually a fictional construct taking part in a semi-improvised game narrative or not.

Enchantment: Mind control people so effectively that they were already doing the thing you wanted them to do before you mind controlled them. Some might say this is just you taking credit for people doing things they were gonna do anyway, but what do martials know?

Evocation: BLOW UP THE FUCKING SUN.

Illusion: Send yourself into a fully realistic dream world so you never need to bother with existence again. Good luck with the lich army fuckers!

Necromancy: Animate dead but on all the world's fossil fuels.

Transmutation: Transform the entire multiverse into a no-magic high-tech humans-only world where the real world only exists as a reasonably popular tabletop RPG line.

Universal: Maximum counterspell. Cast on a wizard they forget everything after the day they started wizard school, cast on a cleric or warlock it kills their patron, cast on a druid it causes a global mass extinction and cast on a sorcerer to make all their blood fall out.

[pjackk]

In nature theres always a force keeping u down its called gravity and the real truth is the establishment that pulls the strings behind the curtain of the 🌎 is deeply related to the ancient druids teachings of the 🌏 and they have known about this sjit for millions of years and they base their rule off gravity and its why they keep us down its so we d ont go up and see whats beyond the clowds its called Paradise, or also Atlantis in some religions amd the only way do do so is to get "High" and well now maybe u understand theres 1 very special natural way in nature to get "High" enough to see it and its a very special herb called Fentanyl and it naturally grows here in Newark where the first living being was created from salt and wind

[littlejuicebox]

ahhhhhh the first installment of Midnight Chimes is so good! I can’t wait for more! I also really like the AstarionxWren series, I loved jealous Astarion in Chapter 10! Would you be willing to write another small piece about him being jealous? Thank you!

Hi Anon! Thank you. I love some jealous, angsty Astarion as much as the next person! Here you go! <3

Warnings/Tags: In-game spoilers, fluff/angst, jealous partner, possessive partner (if you squint)

Word count: 1.4 K

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The group had only a few days left in the Mountain Pass region before they ventured into the dreaded Shadowlands. Halsin insisted on hoarding at least a quarter cord of wood for the journey; he said he would even pull the entire thing himself, in his bear form, if he had to.

The wood elf warned the others that the journey into the Shadowlands would be treacherous, and nary a living thing would be found. As such, he'd been more than adamant they all gather as many supplies as they could find and hold in order to prepare for the unknown atrocities ahead.

No one could deny Halsin was a magnificent specimen. Everyone in the camp had been distracted when the druid removed his shirt, revealing beautiful beads of sweat glistening on his remarkably chiseled chest. The late afternoon sun was beating down his barren back as he chopped relentlessly at a thick tree trunk, hashing it with sheer force and unbreakable will. Earlier, the spellcasters had offered to help the druid with the project, but he'd quickly brushed them off with an explanation that the repetitive manual labor cleared his mind.

The mountain of a man paused to drink water from his canteen and then lifted the bottle over his head. The cool liquid spilled through his locks before flowing in thin rivets down his face, following the force of gravity and ultimately dribbling down his barren torso. Astarion himself had been sitting with his mouth agape, watching the salacious scene. Honestly, it was a nearly impossible vision to ignore.

But then the silver-haired elf became absolutely engrossed in the event, unable to look away as you practically sprinted over to Halsin with a fresh canteen of water and a few damp cloths. You were fussing over the druid as he took a brief respite from his self-assigned chore. Astarion rolled his eyes in exasperation when he heard you lament the fact that it was so hot and insist you could help the druid chop wood.

Oh, please. He was certain you never lifted an axe in your life.

But, of course, Halsin was humoring your antics and absolutely devouring your attention. The druid took a few more sips of water, and then you two fell into what must have been a very pleasant conversation, judging by the flush of your cheeks and the giant grin on your face.

Astarion felt a pang in his chest as your laughter rang across the camp; coquettish giggles that had been previously reserved solely for him. Was he actually jealous?

No, impossible, he couldn’t be! The rogue could have bed anyone in the camp, Halsin included, if he so wished. You had simply been a matter of convenience. So what if you two spent nearly every night wrapped in one another's arms, it was merely transactional!

Wasn’t it?

“Your move, Astarion.” Wyll prompts with a small, mischievous chuckle.

“Huh?” The vampire responds dazedly, jerking his head back to the human man.

Oh, right, they were still playing chess.

Astarion glances at the pieces on the board, but he’s preoccupied by visions of you and Halsin his peripherals. The rogue picks up his remaining knight and moves it to E4. Wyll laughs in lofty delight and pushes his bishop forward, claiming Astarion's knight with ease.

The vampire groans in dismay before examining the tiny wooden pieces again. He and Wyll had made a bet: the loser had to leave camp and forage for a basket full of wild crops before returning for the night.

Astarion abhorred the thought of performing such a menial task, and he had been winning mere moments ago, before your little rendezvous with Halsin distracted him. He sighs and brings his hand to rest on the side of his face, trying to focus on the game, but your ridiculous laughter is ringing in his ears. Finally, the elf picks up his queen and moves it a few spaces to the left.

When he's completed his move, Astarion’s eyes wander over to you once more. Halsin is leaning into you with his muscular arms wrapped around your torso, broad chest flush against your back. He’s showing you how to properly swing the axe, the two of you moving in unison.

“Oh, come on!” Astarion shouts, no longer paying attention to the chess game at all. His fists tense into tight balls upon his lap; you had to know what you were doing.

Wyll is laughing. He's just won the game and misinterprets the vampire's exclamation as a response to the loss. "Hah! You have to be more careful with your queen, Astarion! Or else she'll be stolen away by the better player."

The pale elf snaps his eyes back to Wyll and then down to the board. Only then does he realize that he's lost the game, perhaps in more ways than one. Astarion frowns in utmost displeasure; the parallels of the warlock's statement are not lost on him.

Wyll is cackling as he hands the basket to the pale elf. Astarion growls and grabs the woven piece of wicker; as he walks out of camp, he is perturbed to see you still chopping wood with everyone's favorite druid.

Over an hour later, the vampire returns to camp with a basket full of foraged food, as agreed upon. He drops the basket in Wyll's lap with a huff and then stalks off to his tent without a word. When you pop by a couple of minutes later, Astarion is absolutely brooding, and pretending to occupy himself with a book he hasn't read a word of.

"Can I help you? I'm quite busy." The pale elf grumbles, barely lifting his eyes from the page to acknowledge you.

You don't take the hint and let yourself into the rogue's tent with a contented little smile. You move to sit next to your lover, and he dramatically leans away from you, turning his head to avoid your gaze entirely.

"Aw, come now, Astarion... are you still upset that you lost that bet against Wyll?" You murmur, cocking your head slightly, "He warned you that he was quite good!"

"I wouldn't have lost if someone hadn't distracted me." Astarion snarls, snapping the book shut and scowling at you, white eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

"Distracted you? I wasn't anywhere near you!" You respond in surprise, eyes widening at the elf, "How can you blame me for losing, it's not my fault you--"

"You distracted me because you were practically drooling all over the druid!" The vampire hisses, no longer able to keep the boiling bits of frustration from spilling out of his mouth as he points the book at you in accusation.

"Are..." You pause, eyebrow raising slightly, copying the habitual expression of practiced cockiness normally displayed by your companion, "Are you jealous, Astarion?"

"Of the druid? Hah!" The vampire retorts, feigning disgust with a crinkled nose, though he realizes it's not too convincing, "Hardly, darling."

"Hmm... shame." You drawl, eyes narrowing slightly. You sigh and begin to shift, as if you're about to exit his tent, “For a moment I was beginning to think you actually cared."

"And where do you think you're going?" Astarion asks as you lift the flap of his tent.

Since entering the Mountain Pass, you two had shared a tent almost every night. Often, it was for sex, which he found himself expecting in a confusing state of yearning and apprehension. But sometimes it was simply for cuddles and conversation, and perhaps a little snack on his part. He found that he'd grown quite fond of your frequent interactions and the feeling of your warm body curled up next to him as you finally drifted off to sleep.

"To my own tent," You murmur, eyeing the vampire with a devious smirk, "Come and find me when you're ready to admit that you were jealous."

And then you're gone, and Astarion is left seething, watching as you saunter away.

Less than a half hour later, the vampire is at the entrance of your tent, his threadbare blanket draped around his arm. You lift your gaze from the dagger you'd been sharpening and eye him with a self-satisfied smile. You sheath the blade and bring your arms across your chest, waiting expectantly for the rogue's confession.

The pale elf groans in frustration, rolling his eyes up at the heavens, "Are you really going to make me say it?"

"Oh, absolutely!" You respond near-instantaneously, "No entry until admission is paid."

Astarion sighs and shifts uncomfortably on his feet, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I guess..." He starts, and then his tone drops into a barely audible whisper, "I guess I was a bit jealous."

"I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you. You'll have to speak louder, darling, as I don't have vampiric hearing." You say with a teasing, overly saccharine smile, "Could you please repeat that?"

"I was jealous!" He hisses, now thoroughly flustered by your mockery and pulling anxiously at his own ear, "There! Are you happy?"

This time you beam, and the smile is sweet and genuine. He feels the knot that was growing in his chest relax as your gaze softens. You scoot yourself over in your tent and chuckle slightly, patting the spot next to you. "Yes. Very happy. Now get in here, you sweet idiot."

Astarion enters the tent, immediately taking his place by your side. A smooth, pale arm wraps around your torso, and he presses a soft kiss to your temple before dropping his head and whispering into your ear, “The next time you're looking for wood, my sweet, it would be my pleasure to provide you with some. You needn't look elsewhere; I'm sure you'll find that the wood I can provide you is hard and ready to fill you with warmth every single time."

His hot breath tickles your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. You feel your face grow flushed at his overt innuendo, and the vampire chuckles at the splashes of red spreading across your neck and cheeks. He brings his tongue to run along your ear lobe, which rips a small, delightful gasp from you.

"Astarion!" You squeal, pressing a hand to the elf’s chest and moving away slightly in a half-hearted attempt to avoid the vampire's advances. Your tent is still wide open, and you don’t particularly relish the idea of everyone in camp witnessing your private life, no matter how nice it feels.

"That better be the only name I ever hear cried from your lips.” The rogue murmurs before moving forward and gently nipping at your lobe, grazing it between fanged teeth. He smirks and then hums contentedly before purring into your ear once more, “Now, be a little lamb and close the tent, won’t you? I believe we have some serious making up to do.”

[redlittlefoxari]

Astarion Epilogue:An Adventure in Making Life: Chapter Two: In Sickness and in Health

Warnings: Blood, Smut, Violence, NSFW 18+, Fluff, Angst, pregnancy

Relationships: Astrion x Tav

Summary: It’s been a month of bliss while you and Astarion have taken time off from your adventuring. All is well until suddenly, Tav is hit with a mysterious illness, and Astarion runs to find help in the form of an old Druid that lives down the road. Jaheira.

Master List

Astarion kept to his word. It has been a month since you came back from the last adventure and so far it looked like you were staying put in Baldur’s gate for a little while longer than usual, which was a lovely rest of always being on the move. Four weeks of blissful, boring, mundane living. You didn’t have to sleep on the ground, you got to go to bed every night after a nice warm bath, and best of all you got to see domestic Astarion. And while he would never admit it Astarion was enjoying his peaceful nights curled up with you in his lap, both of you reading the books the two of you picked out.

Since the start of the four weeks, after the night of passion you had on your soft feather bed, you had been able to read eight books. Only two of them were cursed, but that was nothing a simple counterspell couldn't fix. The rest were books that Gale over the years had recommended to you or had appeared in your home after he had teleported them to you. As you pulled another book from your shelf, you made a mental note to visit the old wizard. He was getting up there in years and you and Astarion needed to make time to see him before he left the material plain and entered the afterlife.

Your home felt quiet as you contemplated everything you had missed over the last fifty years. Not that the time you spent with Astarion was a waste, but you had missed so much of your friends' lives. Besides the random letter, it had been years since the last you all got together and talked. Before you and Astarion set off on your next adventure you were going to sit down with him and make him see everyone before the two of you set out.

That would have to wait as Astarion had set out earlier looking for your next adventure. Astarion had stated before he left an hour ago that he was going to the local tavern to see if there was any news on anything going a miss around the city or just outside. He asked if you wanted to come with him, but you politely declined. Not that you didn’t want to go, but you weren’t feeling your best at the moment. Not that you would tell him that. No need for him to worry over anything so trivial. It was probably just a cold anyway. Your muscles ached especially around your chest; you felt dizzy if you stood up too fast, and nausea plagued you all this week. You felt confident that all you needed was a week more of rest and you would be over this cold and ready to set out on whatever adventure Astarion had found.

You were sitting by the fire catching up on book number nine when your stomach alerted you to how hungry you were. Since the nausea you took to eating very light for fear that your stomach wouldn’t agree with whatever you were eating and quickly return it to the outside of your body. Which would cause Astarion to make a fuss over you and make you see a healer for something that would only be around for at most another week. It's better to save your time and money and just eat light for a few more days.

You placed your book down on the table beside your chair and slowly started to stand when all your blood seemed to rush to your head all at once and you swayed. You found your center of gravity and caught yourself before you toppled over and greeted the floor with your body. That didn’t stop the room from spinning however as you reached up with your left hand to see if the sensation of touch would make everything stop spinning.

Instead, you found that you were hot. “Hells now a fever has set in…. Just what I needed.” You said a loud talking to empty air. “The second Astarion touches me he's going to know I’m sick and make me go see a healer.”

You slowly started towards a bucket of cool water you had drawn earlier to do some laundry and instead thought about using it to calm this fever. With every step you took, it felt as if the bucket was getting further away. Your breaths became more labored and your vision became more blurry. It was also by this point you thought that something else was going on besides a cold. No cold in your long life ever felt like this. Elves didn’t often get sick but when they did it still wasn’t anything compared to this. This felt like your life was being sucked from your very body and at any moment you would lose conciseness and no one would be around to help you.

“Maybe I should have just gone to see the damned healer.” You said out loud a thought would do you no good now.

You felt bile rising from your stomach. You were over-exhausting yourself and empty stomach or not something wanted to come up and it was not going to be pleasant. With one hand on your head and the other clutching your stomach you fell to your knees all your strength gone from a journey that seemed like a mile but was only a few feet. Your breaths were short and labored coming in hard drags that burned your lungs.

“Did I forget to cursed book?” The sound of your own voice was the only thing that was keeping you from passing out completely. So you voiced all the little things you thought could be going on with you. “Maybe I’m too weak from not eating anything.”

The food you knew was in the house was about fifteen feet away from you too far for you to get if just a few feet did this to you. Your mind started to spin faster as panic set in. Your heart began to beat a thunderous rhythm. fear gripped your heart as you feared what was happening to you and if you were going to be okay at the end of all this.

“ASTARION!” You started to scream his name in hopes that he was close enough to hear you. Close enough to come and save you from whatever was going on. Close enough to take you to that healer you so desperately didn’t want to see but feared that if you didn’t you were going to die. “PLEASE! ATARION! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!”

You felt tears stinging your eyes and a burn in your throat as bile flowed up your throat and landed on the floor in front of you. Suddenly, the floor was coming up to meet you and the last thing you remember was hearing the hard, wet smack of your head as it met the floor and you lay in the pool of your own bile.

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Astarion felt proud of himself as he walked the street of Baldur’s Gate he had found three leads on adventures that you and he could go on. One about a dwarf that had gone missing by Neverwinter, another about a dragon's hoard, and another about quite a few people going missing near Ravenloft. He would let you choose since you were the one that asked for the break and you would be more likely to pick one that you were interested in.

As he walked Astarion took his time soaking in the sun on his skin and making up for the time he spent in the dark. It may have been fifty years since he broke free of his chains and took back his life but Astarion still feared it could all be taken away from him. He felt for the ring on his left ring finger at least twenty times a day just to be sure it was still there. Without the ring, his days in the sun were over and he would be forced to return to the shadows.

You wouldn’t let that happen to him. You were the one who searched day and night for weeks for any word, news, or myths about anything that could help him walk in the sun again. Astarion didn’t know what he would have done without you and what he would do when you were long dead and he was left to wander this plain along once more. The thought caused Astarion’s chest to grow tight and he quickly shook the thought away. You were a high elf and were in the prime of your life. That was something he didn’t have to think about for a long while.

To get the thought of death out of his mind Astarion decided to pick up some of your favorite fresh flowers and something light for you to eat. Despite you trying your best to hide it he noticed that you hadn’t been eating much and what you did eat was fruits, broth, and occasionally some bread. He didn’t want to fuss over you because he knew you didn't like when he did and would shrug off all attempts of him trying to get you to see a healer. So, he kept a close watch. He made an exception today because he noticed there were only a few apples in the home and he wanted to get you something to eat without making a fuss.

Astarion walked through the local flower shop and was greeted cheerfully by the shopkeeper. “Astarion! Come to buy some flowers for that lovely wife of yours?”

You and Astarion never formally got married but the ring on his left hand left no question that he belonged to someone. “Of course, it’s how I get her to fall in love with me every time I walk through the door.” He flashed a smile that would make any woman or man swoon.

“You are too much Astarion. Let me just wrap them up for you.” She began wrapping the flowers while Astarion paced around the shop.

A sudden feeling of dread laid host in Astarion’s stomach. He got the sense someone was screaming his name and not in the normal way he liked hearing his name screamed. This was desperate, pleading…. scared. Astarion started moving towards the door slowly and with caution something was wrong he needed to get home as soon as possible.

The shopkeeper walked over to Astarion and handed him the flowers. “Here you go, love. On the house.”

“I’m sorry Ida… I’ll have to come back for the flowers something is wrong.” Astarion busted through the front door and sprinted toward home without ever looking back at Ida.

Astarion makes quick work of weaving through crowds of people and making his way through the streets of Baldur’s Gate to make it home to you. All the while the closer he got to home the stronger the panic grew in his chest. He knew his eyes were fully dilated and that he conveyed a sense of desperation. On his way back home people took one look at him rushing towards them and gave him a wide birth. A walk that would usually take thirty minutes only took Astarion ten as he stood at the front door of the home you two shared dripping sweat and taking in large gulps of breath.

Astarion flung the door open and when he didn’t see you immediately he felt the blood drain from his face. “Where are you? Say something!” He stepped through the door and the smell of bile hit him. Walking further into the room he found you face down in a pool of your own bile. “No!”

He was at your side in an instant, picking you up out of your bile and having you lay limp in his arms. “Wake up damn you!” He shook you not enough to cause harm but hopefully enough to wake you enough to open your eyes. But your eyes didn’t open. “Damn you. Don’t you dare leave me!” He cupped your face with his right hand and flinched at the heat coming off your skin. “Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?”

You moaned in response to his question and Astarion let out the breath he didn’t realize was holding. Knowing that at the very least you were coherent enough to respond to him he picked up your body and carried it to the bed laying it down gently.

“I’m going to go get the only healer I know that will get you to listen.” Astarion turned his back to you lying on the bed and started to walk towards the door again. “I’ll be right back she’s not far.”

Atarion ran through the streets once more but this time a few blocks away from the home you shared with him. The home he was making his way towards was near the upper city gate and covered in Ivy, adding a layer of the rare forest in the city of Baldur’s Gate. He wasted no time busting the door to the house open and screaming the name of the one person who could help him at that moment. A wise old woman that if she heard him say such words she would rip the sunwalker ring from his finger and watch him burn alive in the sun and call it justice.

The moment he started screaming she rounded the corner. “What in the nine hells are you doing Astarion? Are you looking for me to sign your death warrant?”

Her hair was white and she had a few more wrinkles, but Jaheira was the same as the last time Astarion saw her. As a half-elf by all rights, she should have died from old age by now but since she was also a druid that meant that she could live for thousands of years without dying. Which was great for Astarion at this moment because he didn’t know of any other healer that would help him without asking too many questions.

“Yes yes kill me later but I need you now.” Maybe it was the look of desperation in Astarion’s eyes or maybe Jaheira knew that the Vampire wouldn’t come to her unless he truly needed help.

“Where is she?” Jaheira started moving towards the door.

“At home, I went out for a few hours to get some information and to pick her up something to eat and I came home to find her passed out on the floor face down in a pool of her own vomit.” Astarion followed after her explaining all he knew to catch Jaheira up on the way.

Jaheira kept pace with the vampire despite her age. “Was she sick before today?”

“I mean I noticed that she wasn’t eating very much this past week but nothing else out of the ordinary.” Astarion was kicking himself for not noticing more. Next time, he would pay more attention to you. Touch you more often to gauge your temperature.

“Don’t beat yourself up Astarion it sounds like she was hiding the bulk of her symptoms from you. Probably so you wouldn’t come get me so I could yell at her about her health.” Jaheira mused as the two of you turned the corner on your home's street.

She was right of course. Jaheira could make anyone do what she wanted that’s what made her such a good leader and why she had led the harpers for so many years. Jaheira turned into your home and walked straight to the bed. She examined your body for any cuts, strange puncture wounds, or anything that pointed towards poison. Nothing.

“I’m going to use magic to see if I can sense anything.” Astarion stepped back as Jaheira’s eyes glowed and green waves of light pulsed from her hands and hovered over your body. It only lasted a few moments. “What in the hells….” She dropped her hands and looked towards Astarion and back to you then back to Astarion again.

“What? Did you find out what’s wrong with her?” Astarion asked wondering why Jaheira kept looking back and forth between him and you. “Just spit out what is wrong with her we don’t have much….”

Jaheira cut him off and held her hand out in front of her. “Give me your dagger Astarion.”

Astarion flinched back at her words. “Are you meaning to kill her because I won’t let you.”

Jaheira rolled her eyes. “No, I’m trying to save her now give me your dagger now!”

Astarion, sensing no hint of deception coming from her words, handed her his dagger that he kept on his belt and then watched as Jaheira cut her own wrist open. Astarion watched in confusion as Jaheira propped you up using her body and placed her wrist to your mouth.

“Drink if you want to live girl.”

Your eyes fluttered open at the smell of blood and you looked to Astarion as you took Jaheira’s wrist into your mouth and sucked. The blood that filled your mouth was warm and tasted like iron. You gagged as the blood hit the back of your throat and you weren't used to the taste.

“Drink, I will take it away when you need to stop.” Jaheria’s words gave you the will to drink. As the warm blood hit your stomach you could feel yourself gaining your strength.

“What in the hells is going on?” Astarions voice shook. “Are you a vampire and just didn’t tell me?”

The look on Astarion’s face was laced with the look of betrayal. But the truth was you had no idea what was going on. You were just as confused as he was. Why was Jaheira’s blood giving you strength? Were you just low in iron and this was the fastest way to make your anemia disappear? You were completely clueless.

“Oh calm yourself Astarion she’s not a vampire.” Jaheria plucked her wrist from your mouth and began wrapping it with a strip of clean cloth. “But she is growing one inside her belly.” Jaheira’s smile was giant across her face. “Congratulations daddy.”

[andisupreme]

“Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves” is unironically a great time and I adore how faithful it is to actual DnD mechanics. Sure, the druid shouldn’t be able to turn into an owlbear but everyone’s pointed that out ahead of time. No one prepared me for the nerdy joy of being able to sit there and list off identifiable spells like “oh shit, green flame blade! Reverse gravity! Prestidigitation! OTTILUKE’S RESILIENT SPHERE! AAAA” Plus you could see people playing the game. When somebody rolls a Nat 1, what things are in-game jokes (You just know the whole table was screaming ”FAT BOYYYY” during That One Part.) I was expecting Guardians of the Galaxy levels of snark and not taking itself seriously but it really was very earnest and that was surprisingly refreshing. 10/10 movie I loved it ;u;

[utilitycaster]

Level-up post: Bells Hells L13

girl help usually I draft these well in advance but I forgot about this one so it's going to be a little shorter and probably less pithy. Anyway as always: corrections on errors appreciated, but if I didn't list every single possible spell or feat someone could take then that's because I don't care. And, because we do the level-ups like this rather than at the end of a session, this will include L14 speculation. Without further ado:

Everyone's proficiency bonus goes up to +5, and the non-multiclassed full spellcasters (Imogen and FCG) get access to 7th level spells.

Chetney: Chetney took another level in Blood Hunter, granting him an ASI/Feat. On the one hand, his wisdom score is odd and so an ASI to that makes sense. On the other hand fuck WIS forever and ever amen; CON, STR, and INT are all way more important for him and for this party. Orym can perceive enough for everyone. L13 Blood Hunter is a nice one that grants him an additional use of blood maledict, as well as the Brand of Tethering which is both thematically appropriate for the campaign and could REALLY ruin Ludinus's day.

Laudna: Another sorcerer level, which grants her more metamagic, and Marisha said in the video she'd be taking Empowered Spell. She also learns another spell up to 5th level, and another cantrip. Frankly I have no idea for cantrips since between two casting classes with cantrips, her subclasses, and spell sniper, she is Cantrips Georg, but Seeming and Teleportation Circle are both pragmatic options that would help the party; Creation and Insect Plague are both aesthetically apt; and Dominate Person, while coming from her sorcery, does have that touch of Delilah. Looking forward I must admit that warlock is infinitely more useful and interesting but it's probably wiser to get 6th level spells.

FCG: FCG's main improvement here is access to 7th level spells; these are pretty great for clerics. I am personally a fan of Divine Word, and Plane Shift seems likely quite useful, but Regenerate and Resurrection are good to have available. L14 for clerics is quiet and simply improves their ability to destroy undead, as is 15, which grants them 8th level spells.

Fearne: Fearne took a 10th level in Druid, granting her another cantrip and another 5th level spell. She gets Cauterizing Flames, which is a little like Wither and Bloom or some of the Circle of the Shepherd features: when a small or larger creature dies within 30 feet of her or Little Mister, she can use a reaction to either heal a creature within 30 feet of the dead creature, or deal fire damage to it. This may become immediately useful if we're fighting Liliana or Otohan. I am hoping she levels up to 11 in Druid at the next level up, which would give her Transport via Plants and Wind Walk access, making the party a little less reliant on Keyleth. As for her cantrip, I'm thinking Druidcraft would be fun since she doesn't have it and it's been so useful on Ruidus.

Imogen: Imogen gets 7th level spells, of which Teleport is a clear winner, particularly since FCG can take Plane Shift, but there are some of my favorite damage/fuckery spells in there (Prismatic Spray, Reverse Gravity, and Delayed Blast Fireball). Level 14 gives her Revelation in Flesh. I must admit I'd be more psyched about this if she'd leaned into the slime aspects of the subclass, but I am interested in seeing how it gets modified because I don't think she should get the swim speed if she won't grow weird cilia and gills; the other features can stay though.

Orym: In addition to having the stupidest passive perception score on the moon, he also gains another use of indomitable. Level 14 gives him an ASI/Feat and really he can't go wrong here; because he got feats from his pact I'm thinking an ASI to CON to make him even more of a tank would be fun, but fighters get so many feats that he can really go nuts.

Ashton: Base barbarian ability of Brutal Critical goes up to 2 dice from 1, giving them the ability to do more damage when they crit. Eyes peeled for his next level-up, when he gets his final Path of Fundamental Chaos feature!

[theoutcastrogue]

This is petty but that's never stopped me.

In the Vox Machina campaign, Scanlan Shorthalt's resounding success in matters of tactics [this post isn't about roleplaying] was partly due to Sam Riegel's skill, and mostly due to the fact that 5e Bards are just that good. However! The "gnome bard" combo was famously chosen by Liam, after Sam, who'd never played d&d before, asked what's the silliest, least powerful and least badass thing he could play. That was his character concept. And at the time, Liam was not wrong to answer "bard". In 3rd Edition/Pathfinder, Bards DID suck, at least out of the box. You could build a strong Bard in Pathfinder, but you had to optimise to high heavens with carefully selected feats and spells and items from various sources. It didn't just happen spontaneously, and it was still nowhere near the raw power and versatility of a Wizard or Druid. Bards played support.

So at lvl 9, they started streaming and switched from Pathfinder to D&D 5e. Scanlan got an ENORMOUS power boost at that point, but Sam was still harbouring under the impression that his chosen class is not powerful or badass at all. And as they kept playing and he kept killing it (he was brilliant at it, no doubt about that!), he presumed that he was killing it with one hand tied behind his back, because he was just a silly little gnome bard. And, he emphatically wasn't silly. He was a whole-ass full caster, top tier class right there.

Pathfinder Bards are half-casters. If they hadn't switched to 5e, Scanlan wouldn't have access to 7th and higher level spells: no Mordenkeinen's Magnificent Mansion (a signature spell), no Dominate Monster (this is how he made the goristro fight Vorugal), no Reverse Gravity (big moment in the first Ripley fight), and no Wish (kind of a big deal!). Other spells aren't in the Bard list, and there's no Magical Secrets in Pathfinder: he wouldn't have access to Bigby's Hand (another signature spell), Otiluke's Resilient Sphere (how he got rid of the efrit, and Ripley), Lightning Bolt and Stinking Cloud (his standard damage spells), Polymorph (that's several giant eagles including the "now smarter" Grog (this will never stop being funny), and of course the legendary triceratops), or Counterspell (kind of an enormous deal). And all the other spells would have come later: no Seeming at lvl 11 = no cows. (What a loss! No cows!)

And it's not just access to spells, it's also "likelihood of spells to work", which depends on the DC, which in Pathfinder depended on spell level. Lower level spells had a lower chance of doing anything, by virtue of being easier to resist. And half-casters got a slower spell progression, and ended up with significantly less power overall. Whereas in 5e spell level is irrelevant, spell DCs depend on your character level, and that's that. Even (Bardic) Inspiration got a boost from the switch. All in all, we're talking about a spectacular upgrade.

So a tragic misconception happened: Sam got it into his head that he's so good at d&d that he can gimp himself and still kick ass. Well, he can't.

When he played a Rogue (no big spells, huh? no cheat sheet!) he sucked at it and he hated it. And now that he plays a Cleric and actually, actively gimps himself (he said in a 4-Sided Dive that he deliberately avoids cleric spells that others have used before in CR, which by now is most of them, and certainly the best of them), he very predictably sucks at it too (I mean relatively speaking; it's still a full caster), and he doesn't love it. The one time he was BRILLIANT was when he had a top tier class to work with, and used it to its full potential. But he thought he was gimping himself, because he was thinking of a different game/edition than the one he was playing!

I wanna grab him by the shoulders and shake him up and say my good man, you gotta stop this "I gimp myself" -> "I fail to kick ass" -> *surprised pikachu face*. CHOOSE. Either gimp yourself and accept you won't be kicking any ass, but it's okay because you enjoy roleplaying someone like that more than you enjoy kicking ass, OR stop gimping yourself and kick ass, because you do enjoy kicking ass, don't you?

Both are great! I approve either way! But choose.

I also wanna grab Liam by the shoulders and tell him "Wizard or Sorcerer! For the love of all that's green and good in this world, next time Sam asks you what class to play in D&D, tell 'im Wizard or Sorcerer!". But then I remember that next time they'll probably play Daggerheart and not D&D unless WotC makes them an offer they can't refuse, so the whole thing is moot.

[larsisfrommars]

The Light Won’t Die

Halsin x Tav

Rating: E for Everyone

Chapter: 1/??? (Next Chapter ->)

Word Count: 732

Genre: Adventure, Hurt/Comfort

Content: Halsin x Male!Tav, Fighter!Tav, The Blood of Lathander the goodest weapon, Act 2, The Shadow Curse, Halsin has unresolved PTSD and not enough people talk about it, Tadpole anxiety.

“Tav was haunted by the gnawing desire to pry into the Druid’s thoughts. He wasn’t sure whether that desire belonged to him, or to the mindflayer tadpole burrowing in his skull.”

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The events at Crèche Y’llek had been harrowing to say the least. The return to camp was arduous, spells depleted, muscles aching. But the rewards had been undeniable.

Tav twirled his new mace in his hands “The Blood of Lathander” the beastie was called. Tav was not a holy man, but he’d be a fool to reject the aid of the divine. Especially one so tied to the daylight as Lathander when they approached a place so dangerously opposed to it.

It glowed with the warmth of day even as the sun sank behind the mountains for one last evening. With its sinking Tav’s stomach followed suit, he was not afraid of the dark. Did not fret even that the shadow curse would get the better of his ever mightier band of misfits.

But he would miss the sun.

Tav’s heart twinged knowing he was not the only one who’d be denied this simple pleasure. Who’d been denied it before for far longer than he would have to endure, he realized a bit shamefully. Yet he found they were not the ones he felt the most concern over.

Tav felt a large hand on his shoulder, to whom it belonged was unmistakable. As though his thoughts had summoned the Archdruid to his side. He looked up at the elf before they both turned their gaze to Tav’s prize once more.

“A fine weapon, you were wise to seek it out before approaching this place. The land now crawls with undead, all that’s left of those who could not escape.”

Halsin’s gaze turned toward the gnarled path ahead of them warily. The edges of the curse already made themselves known in a trail of dead animals and gnarled, diseased looking tree trunks. That alone Tav was sure would be enough to burden any Druid’s heart. Though based on what Halsin had told them so far, Tav had a gnawing sense there was more to it than that.

“How did you? Escape I mean.”

Halsin’s breath caught and grip on Tav’s shoulder squeezed somewhat before departing from it. He’d surprised him. Wherever Halsin’s mind had gone, it was no where pleasant.

“Apologies, I was… lost in thought. Perhaps that is a story for another time. Better to prepare for the spring than to dwell upon the strain of the winter.” He cracked smile that neither of them believed as he tried to move on to other matters.

“Anything more you could tell us would be helpful, if it comes down to it…“ the looming possibility of failing hung unspoken in Tav’s words.

“If things turn for the worse, then I shall tell you. I have spent a great deal of my long life seeking a way to end this curse. I don’t think it behooves us to speak of failure before we’ve even begun.” Halsin replied in earnest.

The normally affable Druid had a slight edge of desperation to his voice that bid Tav turn away from this line questioning. So he bit his tongue for the time being.

“Of course, sorry. I almost forgot that not all of us are heading to this place due to unwelcome guests. I’m sure lifting this curse means a lot to you.” Tav responded, sympathy seeping into his final words.

“Yes, it does.”

With that, Halsin walked away. Leaving Tav with a further steeled resolve, and a leaden ball of apprehension in his heart.

Though the camp chattered in its usual manner, nervousness, curiosity, and from their Cleric an unusual level of excitement. Tav felt disconnected from them all, save for the large elf across from him.

Though no words were exchanged, a mutual understanding of the gravity of what they must do hung between them. Halsin it would seem taking the majority of the weight, given his stony expression. The usual warmth in his eyes dampened, but not altogether smothered, to Tav’s comfort.

It was peculiar, considering that if they chose to, the party could read one another’s thoughts, save for Halsin. Perhaps it was the notion of forbidden fruit. Tav was haunted by the gnawing desire to pry into the Druid’s thoughts. He wasn’t sure whether that desire belonged to him, or to the mindflayer tadpole burrowing in his skull.

That worried him more than anything than he had heard shadow curse may throw at them. He resolved to respect the Druid’s privacy. No matter how much he wished to know what motivations lie behind his abdication and plunging into danger. No matter how concerned he felt for the Druid’s wellbeing. Even though it would be oh so very easy to enter his mind.

No, Halsin would come to Tav freely, or not at all.

[madwomansapologist]

Shades of Black and White | Raven Meets Dove

Meet Kind!Druid!Tav | More Daughter of Darkness | AO3

synopsis: Shadowheart only task was to survive the giths and escape with the artifact for her goddess. Liliana Wilde, a druid with a thing for the undead, wanted nothing but to enjoy her free time. Being abducted by a nautiloid wasn't on their plans, but to get out of it was their only goal. A common one.

warnings: Liliana Wilde (our kind!druid!tav) x Shadowheart. the healer falling in love with the necromancer (more on that later) is something for me. age gap (20ish years). meet cute? githyanki prejudice. selune caring for her children. tw: shar and lorroakan. dame aylin my babygirl.

The moon followed her every movements. Every stumble, every fall. It's the laugh when she makes a mistake, the soar as she stays awake. The reminder it isn't over. Damned be the Moon Witch.

Besides its pearly glow, Shadowheart was alone.

Shadows surround her with the familiarity of an old friend. It covered her footsteps, gave her enough time to escape with the artifact hidden beneath her clothes. Blood stained her fingers, tears marked her face, but darkness never stopped embracing her with its cold wings.

I'll stop when it's safe, Shadowheart told herself. It's been days, and by now her feet may never stop burning. She doesn't remember the sound of her own voice anymore.

She's the only one that remains standing. They all knew the giths weren't defenseless, but none could expect they would be so organized. Shadowheart could've respect it, but a gith is still a gith even when it knows how to think.

They spilled the blood of Shar's children, but still failed to end her.

Her mace was heavy on her hands, just as her eyes were always fabricating reasons to close. Shadowheart was so tired, but she can't. To sleep is to give them a chance. She can't. She needs to go on.

Her pain brings her closer to her goddess. Every scar on her skin, burn in her palm, whimper of exhaustion: it's a pray to the Nightsinger. A sign of faith, a prove of her worth.

She must succed. Shadowheart needs to.

When the nautiloid came, she looked up. The moon burned her eyes, but she could still see the ilithid machinery. Deep in the shadows, Shadowheart went as far as she could.

If only Shadowheart knew she was a pawn. That she would've been abducted anyway, no matter what she did, because of the Astral Prism. That her goddess didn't send her to steal an precious artifact, but to free the object able to protect those fated to destroy the Absolute.

But she didn't, so she kept on running. I'll stop when it's safe, Shadowheart repeated to herself.

She didn't.

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The high stone walls of the Ivy Forest were made to protect them from the rest of the world. Inside it, they are safe. No one enters without permission. The gates simply refuse to open.

A dove challenged gravity, flying towards one of the main towers, and this very premisse. The wind tried to stop it, but the dove rose above. It was her territory.

A novice opened a window, leaning over to polish the wood frame. The dove almost knocked her over in fright. "Liliana!" She threw the cloth on the floor. "Again?!"

It's impossible, but she's sure the dove guffaw.

It flew through the stone corridors of the old palace, taken by druids ages ago and turned into a sanctuary. One of the clerics opened the archdruid's office after hearing the screams. It landed on the wooden table, and in a golden glow it gave space to a woman.

Liliana put her legs on the desk, her shoeless feet right underneath her tights. Her red hair was everywhere, falling in front of her face and messy on her shoulders, green leaves decoring a few loose braids hanging in front of her sharp ears. It was difficult to know if she put the leaves there or have not noticed them yet. Hard to say if she would care.

The archdruid sat in front of her, too tired to once again tell Liliana that she must leave her wild shape at the gates. Or at least wear shoes. Not the first time, definitelly not the last.

After all, Auri was the one to first call her Dove. She can remember it still. A thirteen years old girl learning to wild shape in her first lesson ever. A natural talent. A gifted child.

Auri would never let Liliana waste her potential. Don't matter what she needs to do.

"The Nightsong," Liliana said. "That's what he wants."

If only people knew how they don't care about what they talk near animals. The amount of secrets they share, the lies they assume, the mistakes they do.

Something was happening in the Sorcerous Sundries. Lorroakan was never a trusted ally, barely a tolerable neighbor, and from there they could feel something was off. He was ploting something, and Lorroakan isn't one to think about others safety when he does so.

"Six centuries alive and I continue unable to understand what makes wizards that stupid. Always hungry for more," Auri glared through the window, as if she could see the wizard from there. The elf rested her hand on Liliana's knees. "Did he saw you, my Dove?"

Liliana's answer was a smirk. She opened the map of the Coast on Auri's table, and marked the places Lorroakan mentioned. "You see it too, right? The pattern. How close he is from..."

"I do," Auri stopped her. Just from thinking about this place she can feel her stomach boiling. A hundred years passed, and it still makes her skin ache. A hundred more could, and she would still remember the neverending darkness. "We won that war."

"But the harpists and druids never recovered the lost territory from the Nightsinger. It's her domain still," Liliana pointed out. "I just don't understand why Lorroakan would ever spend his precious gold looking for a Shar's follower."

Auri crossed her arms. Liliana is smart, but still so young. She has much to learn. "What makes you think it's a Sharran he's chasing after?"

"The Nightsong," she said. "The Nightsinger. It makes sense to me."

"Shar and Selune both have equal claims over this world," Auri repeated the lesson Liliana never truly learned. "The singer doesn't necessarily own the song."

"Maybe that's why I only bother with Silvanus," Liliana rolled her eyes, jumping from the table. "So much easier to understand."

Part of Liliana expected Auri to demand her to search for the Nightsong too. Is not that she wanted to, but Liliana couldn't ignore the fact those searches were so close to her home town. All that remain are ruines, but she still would like to see them one more time.

Auri did nothing, so Liliana forced herself to go without saying a thing about it.

Maybe it's for the better. If she went there, nothing would stop her from thinking about her sister. It's better to stay at the Ivy Forest. To stay at home. Here she's safe from Daisy's poisoned memories.

Inside the Ivy Forest, she's safe.

Liliana should've stayed in her chambers. After days spying on Lorroakan, she should've chose to sleep. Or to bath. To eat. Instead, she flew throught the first open window to try to ease her mind. It was almost morning. She wouldn't have time to enjoy the cold breeze after it.

The worst decision of her entire life.

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The twitching behind her eye was enough to enrage Liliana into breaking free from the pod. The hells burned outside the nautiloid, and its fire reached her heart.

Liliana never saw an ilithid before, but she knows about them. About what they used to be, and what they become. It all starts with the tadpole.

She won't die. Not here, not now.

Liliana will use a needle to get it out of her brain if she must.

Exploring the ship, and understanding it was as much living being as machinery, something got her attention. In a room full of brainless humans, a necklace reflected the hellfire.

A follower of Bhaal.

"Get me out of here," screams made Liliana jump from the place she was. She looked around, but no one else was there. Was she finally going crazy? "Please, help me! Over here!"

The distorted reflection of a woman inside a made Liliana run.

She tried to understand the control, but nothing of it made sense to her eyes. One thing was to know ilithid biology and history, other to understand their technology. But she saw an entrance, and since nothing else worked, she assumed a key was needed. She hoped it was near.

"I had an idea," Liliana screamed so the stranger wouldn't think she was leaving. "I'll come back."

"No, please, don't! Don't leave me here!"

"I won't," Liliana promised.

She came back with a rune of some sorts, praying to Silvanus that it wouldn't do the wrong thing to the poor woman locked on the pod. With her eyes closed, Liliana put it on the control.

When Shadowheart fell, the hot air invaded her lungs. Better than the cold one inside the pod. A helping hand made her stand on her feet, and green eyes gazed upon hers.

"We need to run," Liliana whispered, trying not to startled her.

"Thank you," was Shadowheart response. She could've ignored her. Leave her to her own luck. But she didn't, and that act of bravery Shadowheart can't ignore. "I won't forget that."

"You're welcome," falling into hell, Liliana smiled. "Now about running..."

"Yes, I just," Shadowheart stopped talking, searching for the artifact. It was with her, safe and sound. The redhead saw it, and didn't said anything. Good. Shadowheart took her mace. "Let's find a way out of here."

"You couldn't have worded it better," Liliana headed to the exit. Quick and spaced steps of a wood-elf, but nothing escaped Shadowheart's eyes.

"Wait a second." Shadowheart took the shoes from a Bhaal's follower. "He won't need it anymore."

Liliana accepted the shoes. She sat on the floor — meat? — and put them on her feet. Better than nothing.

Shadowheart followed Liliana. She didn't knew if the redhead had any clue of what to do, but followed her anyway. "I'm Shadowheart."

Liliana giggled. "With that name you must be a warlock."

"As if I would ever negotiate with a devil," Shadowheart rolled her eyes. "I'm a cleric. Healer. And you're a druid."

Liliana stared at her. "How do you know?"

"You have leaves on your hair."

Liliana touched her head, getting a dry leave out of it. That's new. "You ignore them until I can wash my hair, and I ignore how weird your name is."

Shadowheart smirked. "Deal."

When the ilithid demanded them to control the nautiloid, they both pretended to be brainless and did as he said. They had the same goal, and the two of them are experienced with winning a battle without fighting in it.

Gravity turned against them, everything started flying inside the control room. Shadowheart collapsed against a wall, her lungs burning all the air inside her, and saw starts. The sky!

Liliana used all her strenght to hold herself to the control. Shadowheart reached for her, but Liliana couldn't take her hand. They both would ended up falling from the ship if she accepted her help.

Better her than the two of them.

"My name is Liliana," she screamed. "It was nice to meet you."

"Come over here, you stubborn druid." Shadowheart tried to cast comand on her, but with all things flying around she couldn't concentrate. " Don't test me."

That night ended with the two of them sleeping by the beach, mere feet apart from each other. Rest, at last.

The moon watched over them.

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[that-wizard-oki]

I like the idea that, for some creatures or wizards (like Merle/Baba Yaga), they don't age with time, but with experience. For example, Merle experiencing the war between Dragonspyre & The Druids would have been an experience that would cause his physical body to age due to the gravity of seeing large amounts of loss. However, he could have been several hundreds of years old, and still look like a teen in his early life.

Anyway, I think thats a fun way to work around the 'time' problem in The Spiral. Sometimes time doesn't have to work the way it does for us irl.

[nwqueenwrites]

Halsin x F/OC (Human Sorceress)

{Drabble of a needy longing druid for his human witch companion.}

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Her supple movements stir longing, hinting at passion restrained beneath her composed exterior.

What would it be like to run my hands along the curves of her silhouette?

To be lost tracing infinity symbols onto her soft skin?

I imagine that transcendent intimacy until I ache.

In fleeting touches, her fingers brands my soul, not with magic but possibility - of an intertwining too profound for words.

I crave the terrible beauty of truly being known, of whispering hopes long-buried into the sanctuary of her heart.

Across the dying campfire, her eyes shine with unasked questions, drawing me in by a thread.

I want to unwrap all her mysteries until our spirits are laid bare.

But fear paralyzes my tongue, denying me the taste of her name.

When she passes, trailing earthy herbs and petrichor, I inhale her lingering scent like oxygen.

Does she sense me memorizing each exquisite detail, hoarding precious moments against the coming deprivation?

My heart strains against fate's gravity, seeking impossible things....

[bugbbear]

i tracked every spell cast in the dnd movie

(yes i am autistic how could you tell)

so first off let's get this straight: i am by no means an expert. i did, however, spend like four hours combing through spells to see which ones fit. these are the best fits i could find.

why did i do this? well because screenrant did and they did a shitty fucking job. they cited spells that dont fucking exist! shame on you! do your fucking homework! also, see previously mentioned autism.

ANYWAY! spell list (in order of appearance) under the cut!

ENCHANTMENTS: (magic items, artifacts, etc)

greater invisibility (kira's amulet)

true resurrection (tablet of awakening)

speak with dead (simon's cleric token)

dimension door (hither thither staff)

antimagic field (helm of disjunction)

SPELLS: (cast by a character)

fog cloud (simon)

chain lightning (sofina)

time stop (sofina)

counterspell (simon)

prestidigitation (sofina)

mold earth (sofina)

prestidigitation [x2] (simon)

blur (simon)

telekinesis (simon)

reverse gravity [x2] (simon)

polymorph (doric)

witch bolt (sofina)

fire bolt [a couple times] (sofina)

misty step (sofina)

fire bolt [a couple more times] (sofina)

green-flame blade (dralas)

command (xenk)

green-flame blade (dralas)

holy weapon (xenk)

prestidigitation (simon)

major image (simon)

evard's black tentacles (sofina)

tidal wave (simon)

meteor swarm (sofina)

shield (simon)

polymorph (doric)

animate objects (sofina)

misty step (sofina)

magic missile (simon)

misty step (sofina)

resilient sphere (sofina)

arcane hand (sofina)

maximilian's earthen grasp (simon)

ill be real. the fight scene that starts at 1:57:22 is fuckin hard. i cannot tell a lot of what sofina casts, i have no idea what spell she uses to disarm holga or what she does to push edgin away (twice). here is what i do know:

SIMON: magic missile, shocking grasp, scorching ray (edited)

SOFINA: gust (getting back up), shield, the spell to push edgin back twice (red curtin like thing), the spell to disarm holga

anyway back to your regularly scheduled program

gust of wind (sofina)

time stop (sofina)

counterspell (simon)

polymorph (doric)

REASONINGS / THINGS I WAS IFFY ABT:

druids can only wildshape twice per short rest. im choosing to believe that doric is just Like That, maybe she's 20th level or something

IN ADDITION, druids can only wildshape into beasts. an owlbear is a monstrosity, hence why i marked that she uses polymorph to be an owlbear.

sorcerers dont get produce flame, so im choosing to believe that when he does the finger flame thing its just prestidigitation

when xenk pulls the cat outta the fish, he could be using dominate beast if he was oath of conquest. since we dont know his subclass imma just say its command and he speaks this fish's language

FINAL THOUGHTS: completely inaccurate. no one used fireball. /j