Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
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D&D Beyond Basic Rules
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A bard with the Entertainer background and musician feat. Proficient in like 7 instruments so he's a 1 man band (Think Dick VanDyke in Mary Poppins): cymbals on his knees, cymbal and bass drum on his back rigged to beat when he kicks his legs, harmonica, trumpet, accordion. Fun to watch, but you hear him coming a mile away.
"...at worst if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat."
A Dwarf (any race works, but a dwarf is optimal) with a very fragile masculinity who goes by Dan Radforge.
Scrimbles the goblin barbarian who adventures to fund his crippling addiction to cheese
An addiction to cheese.......
Such an incredible set up for puns and silly jokes; a slang term for having a fart is "cutting the cheese".
Addendum: October 6, 2026: Anyone who has ever had the "experience" of inhaling the very pungent "aroma(!?)" of Limburger, Taleggio or Stinking Bishop will know WHY "cutting, or slicing open, the cheese" came to be a slang term for having a fart.
Back in the 1960's, my mother almost read the riot act to my father when he tried to plop an unwrapped chunk of Limburger cheese in the refrigerator. The crisis was averted when Dad wrapped the cheese in several layers of plastic. He stopped bringing such "treasures" home after that. In the years after Mom had passed on, Dad's home made chilli (Springfield, Illinois chilli is ALWAYS spelled with two "L"s) was rather infamous for its heat. Dad always preferred to mix Tabasco sauce and horseradish, and then spread that on everything.
A duo of an E-Kitten and a Discord Daddy
Adam and Jamie from MythBusters
An idiot and their Guardian Angel
Reality TV star and his/her cameraman/woman
Meathead gym bros
Credit to Tater_the_Bard on YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/shorts/sER0_03sfu0?ra=m
A Druid who’s scared of nature
Three gold dragon greatwyrms in a trench coat
Random human guy goes into a forest asociated with the FeyWild. Meets a fey. The fey tries to take is soul or name or whatever, but the human guy is too smart, he know's what's going on. Instead of outright saying "Yes," he says, "Yes, but only if I get your hand." Fey agrees, thinking that bro wanted to shake her hand to seal the deal or whatever, but ends up the guy's wife. He meant "hand in marriage," but did she ask? Nope.
That ploy only works if the Fey creature is an idiot. Even if it could happen, the Fey creature could take the new spouse on a rather long excursion through the Feywild where the wily human could find that he has bitten off more than he can chew.
Adam and Jamie, from Mythbusters:
how to show that the Feywild is merely an elaborate Hollywood sound stage and that Tasha, Mordenkainen, Bigby and Elminster are merely human actors in fancy costumes
A very dumb Aasimar idea I've had in my head a bit now:
- They're the typical "Half-angel" backstory for an Aasimar... only; the celestial involved this time was a 1st-sphere angel; this would be your "biblically accurate burning wings, wheels and eyes" sort of thing; so we've wound up with a Dunwich Horror situation of our Aasimar being born a weird orb of eyes and wings that still somehow has mortal needs.
- They still have to sleep... roost? And have to "eat" by burning offerings to themselves.
- Class: Probably divine soul sorcerer or Celestial warlock: since they'd have to communicate using the Message and Mage-Hand cantrips, and probably also need disguise self at all times to not make random commoners flee in terror.
A Kobold Light Cleric who worships the sun, thinking it's a fireball slowly coming to blow up the world.
A human battle master fighter who is a retired soldier going through a bad divorce and midlife crisis trying to feel young again.
A halfling barbarian who is an Inn Keeper looking for the adventurers that burned their inn down with their shenanigans.
A barbarian with amnesia who incorrectly thinks that he is a god in human form and that's why no one has been able to kill him.
Indeed, which makes the idea far funnier than the original premise. Imagine going to the court of a Fey King and the human dude isn't there as a prisoner, but a member of the court via marriage.
Which might then cause a casual observer to recall a quote from "A Midsummer Night's Dream", 'Ah, what fools these mortals (and immortals!?) be."
Generations ago two brothers lived in Icewind Dale. The oldest was a mighty barbarian who channels the spirits of his tribe to defend them. The younger was a rogue who eventually ended his career as an adventurer in Waterdeep, settling down and starting a family.
The younger brother took his accumulated treasure and bought a modest tavern. His eldest son, who grew up in the tavern, became very savvy with the operations and was able to turn it into one of the most successful taverns in the city. One of his grand-children opened up a shop next door which sold adventuring gear. One of the younger brother's great-grandchild went from running the shop to creating a small mercantile empire, and over the generations the family continued to amass wealth until it became Waterdhavian nobility.
The older brother lived his live as well, though it was far more modest. He married, had a son who took up his father's mantle. The older brother's grandson, likewise, did the same thing, on and on through multiple generations as mighty barbarians, channeling the spirits of their ancestors to fight the monsters of Icewind Dale.
Eventually, however, one of those descendants was out on an adventure and was killed by a white dragon. He had no children. The ancestral spirits would normally have come to his brother, except he didn't have a brother. No cousin, no uncles, nothing. The harsh life of Icewind Dale had kept his family line small, making him the last of the elder brother's line.
All of which was completely unknown to Kenneth, a wealthy descendant of the younger brother, who found himself flooded with the power (and rage) of these ancestral spirits while attending a rather high society wedding.
After flying into a blind rage, flipping over several tables containing things such as the wedding cake, ice sculptures, and various gifts, his family was forced to disavow him.
He now roams Faerun as Kenneth the Barbarian, a genial, well dressed and well spoken man with a penchant for suddenly flying into berserk rages.