#rpg drinks

[afinickyguide]

episode 142: antivan sip-sip 🍍🥥🥃

[drinkyourvillainjuice]

Don't Drink Your Villain Juice Just Dropped

Oops, I've dropped a free tabletop rpg game at your feet! The above is the person who is very lovely, very swaggy, very beautiful who helped me with the game and graphic design. She is always looking for work, and she is always very good at what she does!

Anyways, have you ever wanted to save a city and/or make it worse by simply using three die, your friends, and your creativity? This is the game for you!

Remember:

DO NOT Drink the Villain Juice!

[scraftcat]

Happy Mallow Monday- And HAPPY NEW YEAR!

It's midnight and the group are celebrating with a few of their favorite drinks. This will be sensible and it will definitely go according to plan… It's all just Currant Juice…right…? Right..?

Let's see what's in-store for this puff ball in the new year… Happy new year. :)

[superbeans89]

This is how wizards restore their mana

[dragonkid11]

The kindling that will start a thousands years empire.

This is basically a revamped version of the DDD series I made on the KTB history a long while ago, since some more correct info has been released with the release of Field Guide to KTB, just never got to it yet with the sheer amount of stuff I worked on back then.

Well, better late than never!

[callmemissus-bull]

I swear Astarion’s character arc simultaneously healed and destroyed me. The pace at which your relationship develops with all of the companions feels so natural to me. The way he opens himself up little by little and gives glimpses of vulnerability is so heartbreaking and beautiful. He’s such an amazing character and deserves all the good things in the world. I really just want to give him everything, because he deserves it.

[yadanathreefour]

some weirdos you might see in a Lancer game someday

[missd476]

I haven't been feeling well lately, so I drew my comfort character not feeling well.

[thefairynerdy]

DnD dice vinyl sticker inspired by The Amazing Devil. https://www.etsy.com/listing/1394757329/dnd-dice-stickers-dnd-stickers-ttrpg

[kazsartcorner]

As a result of the intense heat produced by many Harrison Armoury machines, pilots and mechanics are often provided with compact sachets of electrolyte solutions, a special locking system prevents liquid from spilling out in low gravity.

[flumpermergen]

I’m realizing that there’s a chance we’ll get the final YTTD chapter, Deltarune chapters 3+4 and Wilardo’s conclusion in Witch’s Heart all by the end of this year 🙃

[b4kuch1n]

you’re created with hands circling your wrists. there’s never any offense meant, you must understand - it’s simply that you’re a story, and someone’s come by this desperate need to learn how to let the hell go.

[tac0tesseract]

Glitch Time

“The Boy King is weak,” said High Priest Ay to the general, Horemheb.

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

No, that was after.

There were realities where Kira hadn't found them in time, realities where she'd died while out scouting or had never been on Ecates at all. Oddly, there were no realities wherein their little squadron of seven had ever been prepared for the Naiki attack; each and every time, they were caught in varying degrees of surprise.

Emma watched the facility burn, watched the researchers flee as floe worms burst from the ice to devour them like grapes. She watched instances where Marsh and Sarah failed to eject in time. “I can bail you out again, like I did with the worm,” Emma said over private coms to Daughter, “But this time I want something in exchange.”

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

None of that happened.

She shivered in the cockpit, blinking in a vain attempt to focus sundered vision. Chaos raged all around her but most of her consciousness was sinking into the Lich's velveteen waters. It was impossible to process time without Sam, but here she was trying to do it all by herself anyway. She had to.

The threads of time were so silver, so beautiful, so cold. Emma reached for one, pulled; Knell began to move faster. That was in the future.

The hammer fell, the hammer fell, the hammer fell.

There were no words in any human language for how horrible the sound was. The Tokugawa caved like an empty soda can and there was nothing left of JW to even scrape out of it.

She jumped.

She jumped.

She jumped.

The hammer obliterated the Lich and turned Emma into human paste instead. She drank deeper, pulled a new thread, engineered a reality where the Demolisher was now meters away. This time, Thresher could react. The hammer never fell. She was back at her soul vessel.

Emma shot the priest and he dissolved into dust.

No, not yet. Breath came ragged; she convulsed in the cockpit. Emma fumbled the threads and the missiles landed and now her mech was missing an arm and she was crying laughing screaming and she couldn't move and she couldn't move and she couldn't move and she couldn't see and she reached for the threads she had to hold the threads she had to pull the threads her team needed her where was Sam where was Sam when was Sam why wasn't Sam here?

A hand caressed Emma's face. She looked up. The field was a ruin of burning bodies. She watched herself, in the third person, lift the Unraveler and fire.

Emma shot the priest and, finally, he dissolved into dust.

The battle was over.

She couldn't even rely on GANDALF to take her back to safety. That, too, she had to do by herself – but by now she was deep underwater. Sound and vision came muffled. She followed on mental auto pilot behind Harvester's blurry outline, only able to track him because he glowed so bright. Somehow, that got her back into the maintenance bay.

Once there she managed to power the core back down, but thereafter vacillated between raving and catatonic in the cockpit, clutching her ankh amulet in both hands. Until today, she could have counted the number of times she'd had to glitch time like this on both hands and still have a few fingers left over. Ostensibly, that was why her boss had wanted to print a Lich in the first place, but...Emma had never had to use the core like this twice in one day, let alone twice in one month. Today, she'd done it twice in as many hours.

New threads of reality kept flowing past her eyes. She didn't know how to make it stop. No wonder Sam felt so exhausted, living like this. Tears flooded in the longer she watched. The facility and the people inside of it were safe – that was the most important thing, she knew. But it was far from perfect. The generator should have never taken a hit. Actium and Black Baccara should still be standing. That mysterious Monarch chasing Knell should have never gotten away.

The core was out of power now, but maybe...maybe once it was recharged, she could try again and get it right...

For now, all she could see were a thousand-thousand realities, none of which were her own. She saw everything she could have done different. She watched deaths on repeat. She saw angles of existence normally invisible to human eyes, and hidden truths spoken of only in the Lessons. This happened every time she used the core, but...it'd never lasted this long before.

Emma laughed, and cried, and, somewhere in the remaining depths of her fraying consciousness, prayed desperately for it to stop.

[basofy]

don't let miguel be sleepy he starts posting yaoi in the lisa tag

[dragonkid11]

Collision inevitable, the predictability gap closed.

[smith-shimano-corpro]

Why moths & butterflies?

because theyre COOL!

— Formerly, your entomology obsessed intern

In serious terms, my only assumption is that they both represent elegance and grace. Maybe even rebirth, something we strive to replicate.

The rebirth of a new age, where everyone can truly achieve their own perfect mark of beauty. As the forefront of modern technology, it's only natural we'd want to make ourselves presentable.