My brass dragonborn draconic sorcerer was a blast. I was watching Disney's Aladdin when trying to come up with a character for a new campaign, and I thought it'd be fun to play Jafar, but as a dragonborn.
"Ikram Sahir ibn Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad, Second Son of the House of Ra'ad, Defender of the Burning Sands."
And yes, he introduced himself by that entire thing to everyone he met. He was a bit of a pompous ass who had expensive tastes, hated getting dirty, loved flaunting his wealth, and had an undying seething hatred for halflings. He was from a minor noble house in a distant desert, sent afar to prove himself before finishing his training to become the grand vizier to his older brother, the crown prince. But... being away from the rigorous discipline of his studies and the high expectations of his father, he soon found his alignment slowly shifting southward. He was basically the Loki to his older brother's Thor.
He decided that grand vizier wasn't enough. He had ambitions. He wanted the crown. Hell, he wanted the entire bloody desert! Well, the party ended up doing a job for a guy, retrieving some such relic for him, and we found out after the fact that he was actually some kind of devil lord. Cool. Well, after the rest of the party bolted, I stuck around and bought the devil a drink. I explained my situation, being the second son, destined to be an advisory servant to my brother, and later to an as-yet-unhatched egg of a nephew. No thank you. I told him that I was destined for so much more! I was tired of walking around, I wanted to fly! I was tired of sleeping every night, I wanted immortality! I was tired of being cold, I wanted to burn entire countrysides and bask in the warmth of the funeral pyres of entire civilizations!
You know... the usual stuff.
So I asked him to send assassins to murder my father and my brother, and to frame some nearby human kingdom for it. My father's grand vizier would summon me home, I would be crowned King, and I would begin my campaign of perpetual warfare against every town, village, kingdom, caravan, and god in my path. In return, I would build an altar to the devil in every city that I burn, and sacrifice on that altar all those who refuse to submit to enslavement. Sounded like a fair deal to me. Oh... and a little touch of "unlimited power and immortality" thrown in would be nice, too. He agreed... but with one more stipulation....
You see, there was this warlock in our party. A real quiet little girl. She was also on the run from her family, because her dad was a demon. So the devil wanted to find her before the demons did. Something about the Blood War and some such whatever nonsense. I didn't care. Fine. So the devil handed me a coin. A tracking device. Over the next several months, our party routinely got attacked by demons tracking the warlock, and by devils tracking me to get to the warlock. Of course, in each fight I had to convincingly show that I was fighting the devils, lest my cover get blown, and my Elemental Adept feat proved quite useful in that regard.
This went on for several months. The entire party became rather paranoid about finding themselves in the middle of the Blood War because of (apparently) the warlock, and they just couldn't figure out how the fiends kept finding us. Finally, after one particularly long and arduous battle through the streets of Waterdeep late at night against both a bunch of demons AND a bunch of devils, the warlock finally figured out that I was the one who had sold her out to the fiends. We were hunkered down in a tavern at the time, and she EXPLODED! We rolled initiative, I won and cast Greater Invisibility and hid under a table. She just started trashing the bar, screaming, swinging wildly, casting eldritch blast everywhere... while I slowly crawled out the door, invisible.
It was late at night as I stood in the street wondering what to do next, when the devil lord came walking down the street and stood next to me, also staring at the bar.
"So, she found out, huh?"
"Yeah. And hey, sorry about killing those devils you sent, but I had to make it look believable. You really should have sent more."
"I know. There'll be more chances. You did good. You ready?"
"Absolutely. The only thing I've ever been good at was burning things, and my specialty seems to be bridges, if you know what I mean."
So the devil and I walked back into the bar together. The bar was surrounded by more devils. I said my quick goodbyes, smiled, and the devil lord and I bamf'd out. A moment later the devils came crashing through the windows into the tavern, but the party's wizard bamf'd the party to safety.
In a blink of an eye I found myself standing in the familiar sand of the desert, with the blazing sun beating down on my scales. My home city, the House of Ra'ad, stood a mile away behind it's shimmering brass walls, nestled at the base of the eastern hills. The devil lord told me that I would be granted power, but would have to prove myself and work my way up the hierarchy, like every other devil. Fine. So he turned me into a greater fire elemental myrmidon, and told me that my first test would be to kill everyone in my home city. Everyone. There's no room for divided loyalty in the Hells!
So I did.
Not all at once. I never would have survived a frontal assault on the House of Ra'ad by myself. But caravans would disappear in the sands. Supply lines were cut. Residents vanished, or were found as smoldering corpses by the guard. The food stockpiles were burned. The underground water reservoirs in the limestone caverns deep under the eastern hills were poisoned. The city slowly died. And with each death my power grew.
After the retirement of that character I created a humble, honest, and loyal cleric character to serve and aid my party, sort of to make it up to them.
Meanwhile, as the party has leveled up, so has Ikram. He can currently be found in the Homebrew Monster section of DnDBeyond, in the Elemental section, under his name, "Ikram Sahir ibn Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad".
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Tayn of Darkwood. Lvl 10 human Life Cleric of Lathander. Retired.
Ikram Sahir ibn Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad, Second Son of the House of Ra'ad, Defender of the Burning Sands. Lvl 9 Brass Dragonborn Sorcerer + Greater Fire Elemental Devil.
Viktor Gavriil. Lvl 20 White Dragonborn Grave Cleric, of Kurgan the God of Death.
His mace 'Buttons' is the head and spine of a fallen Warforged he killed during The Great War
I love your horse's name.
Hehe thanks - that makes me laugh every time I have to refer to my horse :) so far my wild magic hasn't done much - but now my party seems to think I can create modrons out of thin air....
She's a fire genasi sorcerer with a blue draconic bloodline born from 2 simple human farmers in a small village. Vesta has been traveling and looking for answers about her ancestors, in particular her draconic bloodline. Hence why she went to Waterdeep in search for the 'dragons' in the vault..
She's a fire genasi sorcerer with a blue draconic bloodline born from 2 simple human farmers in a small village. Vesta has been traveling and looking for answers about her ancestors, in particular her draconic bloodline. Hence why she went to Waterdeep in search for the 'dragons' in the vault..
She's a fire genasi sorcerer with a blue draconic bloodline born from 2 simple human farmers in a small village. Vesta has been traveling and looking for answers about her ancestors, in particular her draconic bloodline. Hence why she went to Waterdeep in search for the 'dragons' in the vault..
Tips are always welcome btw!
First tip: Your link is broken.
Oops, didn't use the shareable link, my bad. Should work now!
I just made a character for a one shot, but then everyone at the table fell in love with their characters so now it's turning into an irregular game for when people can't make it to the main one.
My character is a half elf storm sorcerer named Rabastian Drake, who was born into a noble human family where he never really had to do much with his life aside from wear fashionable clothes, eat fashionable foods, and gossip with other fashionable people. When he reached a certain age though, Rabastian's father told him that, as the second son of his house, it was time for him to persue some form of career in order to make him a better match for when it came time to marry him off.
So, throwing darts at a board, he chose to start a career as a naval officer. His father pulled some strings to get him a commission commanding a commandeered trading vessel, however on his first voyage the ship was struck by a mysteriously sudden freak storm. Under Rabastian's unsteady command, the ship was lost and the entire crew drowned. As the ship began to sink and Rabastian clung to the mast for stability, a bolt of lightning struck the mast and he immediately lost consciousness. He woke up some time later on the breach of a deserted island, the sole survivor of the wreckage, with no memory of how he got there.
As he learned to survive on his own, he discovered that he had changed in the storm, and now possessed mysterious new abilities which, over time, he learned to mostly control. Eventually he was able to signal down a passing fishing ship and headed back to the mainland, but with his time in the wilds it dawned on him how empty he found his previous existence; the clothes, the gossip, the politics... Instead, with these new abilities (because of which, he guessed, he might not even be accepted back into high society even if he did return), he would stay for now on the fringes of civilization and try to do something meaningful with his life, something good.
I think one of the reasons I had so much fun with this character is I just prefer the idea of sorcerous origins as like, a super hero origin story rather than "because ancestors." It gives a lot of openings for great storytelling.
I also liked the limitations I placed on myself, only picking spells that I could relate back to having storm based powers, your thunder and lightning spells, wind, as well as utility spells like invisibility (moving like the wind), fog cloud, etc... Helped me get more into the headspace of someone who had to figure out what his powers were and how to control them, rather than someone who picks and chooses their powers. The spells I ended up taking synergized into an interesting playstyle that's so far more fun than just back-line spell-slinging.
I know this is off the mainstream,...But Ive been trying to get my question in the threads,...but anyway,...i'm new here but I've always liked D&D sense I was introduced to it back in the early 80's, and the question is ,...a best friend of mine had the Theive's World D&D campaign supplement and had a real cool wizard class called The Blue Star Adept,....I'd love to see it as a Socerer subclass instead,...if anyone has the material on the old campaign supplement or the one that came out just several year's back, please have some fun making them as a Sorcerer subclass instead,..also make a leanent on the races allowed like the Elf and Halfelf,...please thank you
I don't remember what I went in intending to make but i rolled stats and ended up with 6, 17,17,11,11,18 so I obviously chose to make an Half-Elf Sorcerer. Her name is Agnes. She is an elderly old lady back out questing again after hearing word of of her great grand child running amok and causing chaos. Her aim is to return to adventuring and reign him in and take him out if needed.
I chose silver dragon bloodline for her she is dressed in all white with snowwhite hair and pale skin, her right hand sports silver scales and talons, she also has scales near her hairline. He carries a large staff with a diamond affixed to the top of it from her wife, Rosie. Rosie is a pastry chef and always sends Agnes away with a basket full of them.
She just hit level four and took a level in Warlock (my first sorlock) she made her pact with a celestial unicorn.
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Gash- Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Corimir Goldfoot, a Halfing Noble who is a Divine Soul Sorcerer. Family runs a bank in Waterdeep that was started 3 generations ago by Austic Goldfoot who had a prosthetic gold foot, which is now enshrined in the bank. Character is currently on bad terms with family and running from a arranged marriage. Going with a Luck theme and probably picking lucky for my 4th level feat. Rolled Stats and made a Highly charismatic but weak character.
Currently playing Waterdeep Dragon Heist with 2 rogues and a barbarian, figured I would make a support character to round out the party.
Ba'ellin Tlabbar, a half drow divine soul sor/lock. I was originally going to be a part-time supporter (we had two DMs that traded on and off, one of them was a cleric) who's turned into the full time support (cleric player decided to full time DM). His divine soul is of Lolth, but he loathes her and worships Selune. Their relationship is...complicated. This is probably my favorite 5e character to this point. I intended to be more of a blaster focus, but since our Cleric is taking over as full time DM, I think I will focus more on support spells moving forward.
The only problem I have with him is all personal choices that I have made for RP reasons. For example, I /love/ the spell "Bless". Ba'ellin wouldn't put Lolth's blessings on anyone. I love the "Guidance" cantrip. He's flat not taking or giving guidance from Lolth either. Bane is a pretty meh spell, but fluffed as "Lolth's Disfavor" it makes sense. INfestation is a kind of crappy cantrip, but having the fleas and ticks refluffed to a swarm of spiders...that's a very Lolth-granted power, so I took it. He could absolutely be better, but I like him for who and what he is. He's "good enough" for my party.
Any time an unfathomably powerful entity sweeps in and offers godlike rewards in return for just a few teensy favors, it’s a scam. Unless it’s me. I’d never lie to you, reader dearest.
Ssivion, a Yuan-Ti divine soul sorcerer. His story began as he woke up in a sarcophagus with an ancient temple. The lid of the sarcophagus was partially open an upon opening it with his weakened strength and it fell on the solid stone. After he got out of that suffocating grave and inspected it, he heard a deep voice within his mind calling out for him. Unintentionally his mouth uttered the name Liss'vak, his confusion lasted for long before the name called out for him once more. He moved through the moonlit temple as if he was in his own home yet he has no memory of it. Upon reaching the exit, his sight was seeing far and wide of what was once a city but now claimed by nature and mercy of time. He was atop of a long stairway that led him down where he descended and walked through it. He could hear the sound of people talking but only as ghosts from time long past. However his mind was mostly clouded by the echo's for the being calling for him... "Ssivion...." who or what is the thing that was calling for him? It was a mystery... but one thing is certain it beacons him towards the unknown.
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Born under the watch of something from the furthest corners of the far realms.... It knows all.... it sees all... and it asks: "What is it that you want to see?"... and my answer is... ALL"
I'm playing in a FR based campaign where my character is a purple Levistus Tiefling Storm Sorcerer called Sparks. Her backstory was that her and her clan were kidnapped by an ex Cult of the Dragon mad scientist and experimented on with elemental magic. She escaped the lab and joined an adventuring party in Waterdeep. Since she was raised in a lab, Sparks is totally oblivious to social mores and common knowlegde. She once asked a friend of the party, a half-vampire bounty hunter, how babies were made.
I had a lawful-neutral kobold draconic sorcerer who leaned on the evil side. He started out as white and gained blue scales as he leveled. He stole a gnomish apothecary mask so he could join the party in towns and cities. Didn't last long when he tried to pass himself off as the party's warlock pact familiar. Loved playing that little guy.
I played a white dragonborn red dragon sorcerer. Before he was born, his white dragon that founded his tribe was killed by a red dragon, that took them all as slaves. Him and a few generations didn't know how evil white dragons were, and they were all kind considering being chromatic dragonborn. He escaped with the help of his family to become a very unstable chaotic good 7 year old. He helps by force, is a little boi, and always picks the most direct way to do good. Also hates using his magic.
Let's see those character sheets, gents. Bonus points for unique spells/gear/feats.
"The Epic Level Handbook wasn't that bad, guys.
Guys, pls."
My brass dragonborn draconic sorcerer was a blast. I was watching Disney's Aladdin when trying to come up with a character for a new campaign, and I thought it'd be fun to play Jafar, but as a dragonborn.
"Ikram Sahir ibn Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad, Second Son of the House of Ra'ad, Defender of the Burning Sands."
And yes, he introduced himself by that entire thing to everyone he met. He was a bit of a pompous ass who had expensive tastes, hated getting dirty, loved flaunting his wealth, and had an undying seething hatred for halflings. He was from a minor noble house in a distant desert, sent afar to prove himself before finishing his training to become the grand vizier to his older brother, the crown prince. But... being away from the rigorous discipline of his studies and the high expectations of his father, he soon found his alignment slowly shifting southward. He was basically the Loki to his older brother's Thor.
He decided that grand vizier wasn't enough. He had ambitions. He wanted the crown. Hell, he wanted the entire bloody desert! Well, the party ended up doing a job for a guy, retrieving some such relic for him, and we found out after the fact that he was actually some kind of devil lord. Cool. Well, after the rest of the party bolted, I stuck around and bought the devil a drink. I explained my situation, being the second son, destined to be an advisory servant to my brother, and later to an as-yet-unhatched egg of a nephew. No thank you. I told him that I was destined for so much more! I was tired of walking around, I wanted to fly! I was tired of sleeping every night, I wanted immortality! I was tired of being cold, I wanted to burn entire countrysides and bask in the warmth of the funeral pyres of entire civilizations!
You know... the usual stuff.
So I asked him to send assassins to murder my father and my brother, and to frame some nearby human kingdom for it. My father's grand vizier would summon me home, I would be crowned King, and I would begin my campaign of perpetual warfare against every town, village, kingdom, caravan, and god in my path. In return, I would build an altar to the devil in every city that I burn, and sacrifice on that altar all those who refuse to submit to enslavement. Sounded like a fair deal to me. Oh... and a little touch of "unlimited power and immortality" thrown in would be nice, too. He agreed... but with one more stipulation....
You see, there was this warlock in our party. A real quiet little girl. She was also on the run from her family, because her dad was a demon. So the devil wanted to find her before the demons did. Something about the Blood War and some such whatever nonsense. I didn't care. Fine. So the devil handed me a coin. A tracking device. Over the next several months, our party routinely got attacked by demons tracking the warlock, and by devils tracking me to get to the warlock. Of course, in each fight I had to convincingly show that I was fighting the devils, lest my cover get blown, and my Elemental Adept feat proved quite useful in that regard.
This went on for several months. The entire party became rather paranoid about finding themselves in the middle of the Blood War because of (apparently) the warlock, and they just couldn't figure out how the fiends kept finding us. Finally, after one particularly long and arduous battle through the streets of Waterdeep late at night against both a bunch of demons AND a bunch of devils, the warlock finally figured out that I was the one who had sold her out to the fiends. We were hunkered down in a tavern at the time, and she EXPLODED! We rolled initiative, I won and cast Greater Invisibility and hid under a table. She just started trashing the bar, screaming, swinging wildly, casting eldritch blast everywhere... while I slowly crawled out the door, invisible.
It was late at night as I stood in the street wondering what to do next, when the devil lord came walking down the street and stood next to me, also staring at the bar.
"So, she found out, huh?"
"Yeah. And hey, sorry about killing those devils you sent, but I had to make it look believable. You really should have sent more."
"I know. There'll be more chances. You did good. You ready?"
"Absolutely. The only thing I've ever been good at was burning things, and my specialty seems to be bridges, if you know what I mean."
So the devil and I walked back into the bar together. The bar was surrounded by more devils. I said my quick goodbyes, smiled, and the devil lord and I bamf'd out. A moment later the devils came crashing through the windows into the tavern, but the party's wizard bamf'd the party to safety.
In a blink of an eye I found myself standing in the familiar sand of the desert, with the blazing sun beating down on my scales. My home city, the House of Ra'ad, stood a mile away behind it's shimmering brass walls, nestled at the base of the eastern hills. The devil lord told me that I would be granted power, but would have to prove myself and work my way up the hierarchy, like every other devil. Fine. So he turned me into a greater fire elemental myrmidon, and told me that my first test would be to kill everyone in my home city. Everyone. There's no room for divided loyalty in the Hells!
So I did.
Not all at once. I never would have survived a frontal assault on the House of Ra'ad by myself. But caravans would disappear in the sands. Supply lines were cut. Residents vanished, or were found as smoldering corpses by the guard. The food stockpiles were burned. The underground water reservoirs in the limestone caverns deep under the eastern hills were poisoned. The city slowly died. And with each death my power grew.
After the retirement of that character I created a humble, honest, and loyal cleric character to serve and aid my party, sort of to make it up to them.
Meanwhile, as the party has leveled up, so has Ikram. He can currently be found in the Homebrew Monster section of DnDBeyond, in the Elemental section, under his name, "Ikram Sahir ibn Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad".
Tayn of Darkwood. Lvl 10 human Life Cleric of Lathander. Retired.
Ikram Sahir ibn Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad, Second Son of the House of Ra'ad, Defender of the Burning Sands. Lvl 9 Brass Dragonborn Sorcerer + Greater Fire Elemental Devil.
Viktor Gavriil. Lvl 20 White Dragonborn Grave Cleric, of Kurgan the God of Death.
Anzio Faro. Lvl 5 Prot. Aasimar Light Cleric.
Kashkaval Camembert - Minotaur WIld Magic Sorcerer in Eberron
https://ddb.ac/characters/9109506/Rvm5Cq
His mace 'Buttons' is the head and spine of a fallen Warforged he killed during The Great War
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
I love your horse's name.
"The Epic Level Handbook wasn't that bad, guys.
Guys, pls."
Hehe thanks - that makes me laugh every time I have to refer to my horse :) so far my wild magic hasn't done much - but now my party seems to think I can create modrons out of thin air....
Skameros - Bugbear Barbarian - Out of the Abyss - By Kerrec
Follow your Arrow where it Points - Tabaxi Monk - Baldur's Gate: Descent Into Avernus (by Pokepaladdy)
Citron Pumpkinfoam - Fairy Monk - Project Point: Team Longsword
This is my first character, we're playing the Waterdeep campaign with 5 peeps: https://ddb.ac/characters/6725454/10BZW6
She's a fire genasi sorcerer with a blue draconic bloodline born from 2 simple human farmers in a small village. Vesta has been traveling and looking for answers about her ancestors, in particular her draconic bloodline. Hence why she went to Waterdeep in search for the 'dragons' in the vault..
Tips are always welcome btw!
First tip: Your link is broken.
"The Epic Level Handbook wasn't that bad, guys.
Guys, pls."
Oops, didn't use the shareable link, my bad. Should work now!
I just made a character for a one shot, but then everyone at the table fell in love with their characters so now it's turning into an irregular game for when people can't make it to the main one.
My character is a half elf storm sorcerer named Rabastian Drake, who was born into a noble human family where he never really had to do much with his life aside from wear fashionable clothes, eat fashionable foods, and gossip with other fashionable people. When he reached a certain age though, Rabastian's father told him that, as the second son of his house, it was time for him to persue some form of career in order to make him a better match for when it came time to marry him off.
So, throwing darts at a board, he chose to start a career as a naval officer. His father pulled some strings to get him a commission commanding a commandeered trading vessel, however on his first voyage the ship was struck by a mysteriously sudden freak storm. Under Rabastian's unsteady command, the ship was lost and the entire crew drowned. As the ship began to sink and Rabastian clung to the mast for stability, a bolt of lightning struck the mast and he immediately lost consciousness. He woke up some time later on the breach of a deserted island, the sole survivor of the wreckage, with no memory of how he got there.
As he learned to survive on his own, he discovered that he had changed in the storm, and now possessed mysterious new abilities which, over time, he learned to mostly control. Eventually he was able to signal down a passing fishing ship and headed back to the mainland, but with his time in the wilds it dawned on him how empty he found his previous existence; the clothes, the gossip, the politics... Instead, with these new abilities (because of which, he guessed, he might not even be accepted back into high society even if he did return), he would stay for now on the fringes of civilization and try to do something meaningful with his life, something good.
I think one of the reasons I had so much fun with this character is I just prefer the idea of sorcerous origins as like, a super hero origin story rather than "because ancestors." It gives a lot of openings for great storytelling.
I also liked the limitations I placed on myself, only picking spells that I could relate back to having storm based powers, your thunder and lightning spells, wind, as well as utility spells like invisibility (moving like the wind), fog cloud, etc... Helped me get more into the headspace of someone who had to figure out what his powers were and how to control them, rather than someone who picks and chooses their powers. The spells I ended up taking synergized into an interesting playstyle that's so far more fun than just back-line spell-slinging.
I know this is off the mainstream,...But Ive been trying to get my question in the threads,...but anyway,...i'm new here but I've always liked D&D sense I was introduced to it back in the early 80's, and the question is ,...a best friend of mine had the Theive's World D&D campaign supplement and had a real cool wizard class called The Blue Star Adept,....I'd love to see it as a Socerer subclass instead,...if anyone has the material on the old campaign supplement or the one that came out just several year's back, please have some fun making them as a Sorcerer subclass instead,..also make a leanent on the races allowed like the Elf and Halfelf,...please thank you
I don't remember what I went in intending to make but i rolled stats and ended up with 6, 17,17,11,11,18 so I obviously chose to make an Half-Elf Sorcerer. Her name is Agnes. She is an elderly old lady back out questing again after hearing word of of her great grand child running amok and causing chaos. Her aim is to return to adventuring and reign him in and take him out if needed.
I chose silver dragon bloodline for her she is dressed in all white with snowwhite hair and pale skin, her right hand sports silver scales and talons, she also has scales near her hairline. He carries a large staff with a diamond affixed to the top of it from her wife, Rosie. Rosie is a pastry chef and always sends Agnes away with a basket full of them.
She just hit level four and took a level in Warlock (my first sorlock) she made her pact with a celestial unicorn.
Gash - Lvl14 Goblin Wizard - The High Court of the Aasimar Queen
Corimir Goldfoot, a Halfing Noble who is a Divine Soul Sorcerer. Family runs a bank in Waterdeep that was started 3 generations ago by Austic Goldfoot who had a prosthetic gold foot, which is now enshrined in the bank. Character is currently on bad terms with family and running from a arranged marriage. Going with a Luck theme and probably picking lucky for my 4th level feat. Rolled Stats and made a Highly charismatic but weak character.
Currently playing Waterdeep Dragon Heist with 2 rogues and a barbarian, figured I would make a support character to round out the party.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/cebgamer2006/characters/10744449
Ba'ellin Tlabbar, a half drow divine soul sor/lock. I was originally going to be a part-time supporter (we had two DMs that traded on and off, one of them was a cleric) who's turned into the full time support (cleric player decided to full time DM). His divine soul is of Lolth, but he loathes her and worships Selune. Their relationship is...complicated. This is probably my favorite 5e character to this point. I intended to be more of a blaster focus, but since our Cleric is taking over as full time DM, I think I will focus more on support spells moving forward.
The only problem I have with him is all personal choices that I have made for RP reasons. For example, I /love/ the spell "Bless". Ba'ellin wouldn't put Lolth's blessings on anyone. I love the "Guidance" cantrip. He's flat not taking or giving guidance from Lolth either. Bane is a pretty meh spell, but fluffed as "Lolth's Disfavor" it makes sense. INfestation is a kind of crappy cantrip, but having the fleas and ticks refluffed to a swarm of spiders...that's a very Lolth-granted power, so I took it. He could absolutely be better, but I like him for who and what he is. He's "good enough" for my party.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/crzyhawk/characters/2295949
Any time an unfathomably powerful entity sweeps in and offers godlike rewards in return for just a few teensy favors, it’s a scam. Unless it’s me. I’d never lie to you, reader dearest.
Tasha
Ssivion, a Yuan-Ti divine soul sorcerer. His story began as he woke up in a sarcophagus with an ancient temple. The lid of the sarcophagus was partially open an upon opening it with his weakened strength and it fell on the solid stone. After he got out of that suffocating grave and inspected it, he heard a deep voice within his mind calling out for him. Unintentionally his mouth uttered the name Liss'vak, his confusion lasted for long before the name called out for him once more. He moved through the moonlit temple as if he was in his own home yet he has no memory of it. Upon reaching the exit, his sight was seeing far and wide of what was once a city but now claimed by nature and mercy of time. He was atop of a long stairway that led him down where he descended and walked through it. He could hear the sound of people talking but only as ghosts from time long past. However his mind was mostly clouded by the echo's for the being calling for him... "Ssivion...." who or what is the thing that was calling for him? It was a mystery... but one thing is certain it beacons him towards the unknown.
Born under the watch of something from the furthest corners of the far realms.... It knows all.... it sees all... and it asks: "What is it that you want to see?"... and my answer is... ALL"
I'm playing in a FR based campaign where my character is a purple Levistus Tiefling Storm Sorcerer called Sparks. Her backstory was that her and her clan were kidnapped by an ex Cult of the Dragon mad scientist and experimented on with elemental magic. She escaped the lab and joined an adventuring party in Waterdeep. Since she was raised in a lab, Sparks is totally oblivious to social mores and common knowlegde. She once asked a friend of the party, a half-vampire bounty hunter, how babies were made.
Hombrew: Way of Wresting, Circle of Sacrifice
Yep, I rolled like a god... Only time it's ever happened mind you.
Kurtis the Blue
is there anybody who is going to answer my previous question!!!,....please get back with me,...my question is still posted!!!.
I like the custom aspects you added. Makes it feel less rigid.
Make your own thread if you have a question unrelated to mine, please.
"The Epic Level Handbook wasn't that bad, guys.
Guys, pls."
I had a lawful-neutral kobold draconic sorcerer who leaned on the evil side. He started out as white and gained blue scales as he leveled. He stole a gnomish apothecary mask so he could join the party in towns and cities. Didn't last long when he tried to pass himself off as the party's warlock pact familiar. Loved playing that little guy.
I played a white dragonborn red dragon sorcerer. Before he was born, his white dragon that founded his tribe was killed by a red dragon, that took them all as slaves. Him and a few generations didn't know how evil white dragons were, and they were all kind considering being chromatic dragonborn. He escaped with the help of his family to become a very unstable chaotic good 7 year old. He helps by force, is a little boi, and always picks the most direct way to do good. Also hates using his magic.
Also known as CrafterB and DankMemer.
Here, have some homebrew classes! Subclasses to? Why not races. Feats, feats as well. I have a lot of magic items. Lastly I got monsters, fun, fun times.