Question: Do you have any long-standing D&D friendships? Meaning, are there people you've met through D&D that you are still friends with years later?
I'm curious how many groups are just gaming acquaintances versus pre-established friend groups versus people who became friends through playing together. I started playing with friends (and mutual friends who became friends), but since COVID I've mostly played with strangers online. Some of those have become really good friends. I'm curious if that happens more often or if that's super rare.
Yes. Two of my oldest friends (almost 30 years) and I became friendly in part due to D&D among other games. We don’t talk often these days because life happened, but I still count them as friends. My two closest friends and I forged our 20+ year friendship over countless nights of TTRPGing, WoD instead of D&D mostly at first, but still. And I have friends I’ve made here on DDB over the past few years too. We’ve never met in person, but they’re my friends nonetheless. How can one spend 100s of hours sharing experiences with people and not form friendships with at least some of those people?
The highlight of the stream for me was definitely the JoCat segment, his animations are always superb.
They got Jocat to do something for em? Now this I do wanna see.
Also I was 100% correct about the Vecna thing. Feels great.
What thing?
The dark towers in the Forgotten Realms modules are connected to Vecna, and WotC is going to release a final 5e module (with Vecna as the BBEG) as an in-world explanation for the edition change.
They're doing an AD&2E to 3e thing again. Pretty exciting.
Oh and yeah, JoCat animated a full-ass music video for the direct. As is usual for him, it is absolutely spectacular.
The highlight of the stream for me was definitely the JoCat segment, his animations are always superb.
They got Jocat to do something for em? Now this I do wanna see.
Also I was 100% correct about the Vecna thing. Feels great.
What thing?
List one good thing they have made that is popular in the last 3 yrs. Also I mostly don’t like them cuz they gonna buy blizzard :c poor World of Warcraft.
Minecraft Dungeons was pretty successful, and Legends is gaining a lot of traction online. Aside from that, the new Minecraft updates have been awesome. Obviously Microsoft is a complete shitshow of a company, but pretending they're not relevant is just blatantly false.
The highlight of the stream for me was definitely the JoCat segment, his animations are always superb.
They got Jocat to do something for em? Now this I do wanna see.
Also I was 100% correct about the Vecna thing. Feels great.
What thing?
List one good thing they have made that is popular in the last 3 yrs. Also I mostly don’t like them cuz they gonna buy blizzard :c poor World of Warcraft.
Minecraft Dungeons was pretty successful, and Legends is gaining a lot of traction online. Aside from that, the new Minecraft updates have been awesome. Obviously Microsoft is a complete shitshow of a company, but pretending they're not relevant is just blatantly false.
Hmmmm, has the minecraft updates been them or the original Minecraft team, Minecraft dungeons is just a crappy Diablo with worse graphics. Other than that yea your right.
The highlight of the stream for me was definitely the JoCat segment, his animations are always superb.
They got Jocat to do something for em? Now this I do wanna see.
Also I was 100% correct about the Vecna thing. Feels great.
What thing?
List one good thing they have made that is popular in the last 3 yrs. Also I mostly don’t like them cuz they gonna buy blizzard :c poor World of Warcraft.
Minecraft Dungeons was pretty successful, and Legends is gaining a lot of traction online. Aside from that, the new Minecraft updates have been awesome. Obviously Microsoft is a complete shitshow of a company, but pretending they're not relevant is just blatantly false.
Hmmmm, has the minecraft updates been them or the original Minecraft team, Minecraft dungeons is just a crappy Diablo with worse graphics. Other than that yea your right.
90% of your argument is personal preference and opinions.
I prefer to think that Mojang owns Minecraft. Same with Pokémon and Gam Freak.
Question: What is the best monster from each monstrous compendium (in terms of flavor)?
My favourite from Spelljammer are the Goon Balloon and the Fractine. The Eldritch Lich is awesome too.
I'm not hugely interested in the Dragonlance stat blocks, but the Dream Eater is pretty cool.
My favourite of the Minecraft stat blocks is the Enderman, mainly because of the magic item it drops. In my homebrew stat block, I made its teleportation a reaction, though the DDB stats are more mechanically accurate to the Minecraft Enderman.
I'm probably going to use the Enderman stat block for my campaign, though I'll reskin it because it would completely break immersion to just suddenly have An Enderman™ From Minecraft™ appear in my world.
Now see, I felt this was a much better piece of the story you have going. You had some good dialogue, clarity, and a hook (the prophecy and the spirit in the book).
Now see, I felt this was a much better piece of the story you have going. You had some good dialogue, clarity, and a hook (the prophecy and the spirit in the book).
This may be the first time I am grateful not to have a game on Saturday, the way work is going.
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This may be the first time I am grateful not to have a game on Saturday, the way work is going.
I refuse to upvote / up arrow this post. :(
I am sorry work is taking you away from enjoying some qualtity D&D time.
Honestly, I feel the same way. It’s nice not to have any D&D this Saturday because I have work as well. I also have work on Friday forcing me to miss our regular session. That I am sad about.
The highlight of the stream for me was definitely the JoCat segment, his animations are always superb.
They got Jocat to do something for em? Now this I do wanna see.
Also I was 100% correct about the Vecna thing. Feels great.
What thing?
List one good thing they have made that is popular in the last 3 yrs. Also I mostly don’t like them cuz they gonna buy blizzard :c poor World of Warcraft.
Minecraft Dungeons was pretty successful, and Legends is gaining a lot of traction online. Aside from that, the new Minecraft updates have been awesome. Obviously Microsoft is a complete shitshow of a company, but pretending they're not relevant is just blatantly false.
Hmmmm, has the minecraft updates been them or the original Minecraft team, Minecraft dungeons is just a crappy Diablo with worse graphics. Other than that yea your right.
90% of your argument is personal preference and opinions.
Good point but it’s a comparison, diablos graphics are better.
Notes about the story: Biadh – The Deity, gender fluid (neither male nor female, much like their sphere) – food. Biadh is the deity of food, consumption, and to the extreme, gluttony. As a side note: the word ‘Biadh’ is Scottish Gaelic for “food” North Amptonshire – “The City of Light” –this is a reference to a place in the UK called Northamptonshire – and within there is a town called “Daventry” – Daventry happens to be the name of the Kingdom in a game I love called “King’s Quest” Desumāchi – Band of Hobgoblins from the continent of Kyokutō Township of the Sun – Is just a nod to the “Sun Village” from ElfQuest (where the character Leetah is from). Read the Original Quest here for free (and legally!) - https://elfquest.com/reading-room/eq-oq/
ChoirOfFire came to sit next to Sirtawmis, who was shivering next to the campfire near the mouth of the cave. “I wanted to thank you for what you did in there,” she said, her voice soft and trembling from the cold that still rattled her body.
“You would have done the same for me,” Sirtawmis shrugged, pulling the fur covers he’d taken out of his bag closer to him, trying to fend off the cold that also seeped through his blood.
BoringBard, the Dragonborn bard whose features were normally difficult to read looked over at his companion, The_Summoning_Dark, a tortle blood hunter with concern. BoringBard pushed off from the cave wall and approached the tortle, whispering, “Do you think he did that because he knows what we’re after?”
The tortle, giving it slow thought, finally nodded, “It is possible he used such action to gain sympathy and destroy ChoirOfFire’s urge to reveal what he truly is.”
The two watched as DeadpanC_C sat between ChoirOfFire and Sirtawmis. “I wanted to thank you both for freeing me of my curse. And now, per the Leonin tradition, I have regained my true name which is Deadpan_c. The other ‘c’ in my name had been a mark of my curse.”
“I couldn’t have done it without his help,” ChoirOfFire, a tiefling paladin, nodded, her horns gesturing towards Sirtawmis.
Sirtawmis shrugged, “You wouldn’t be free without her. I just gave her a shove.”
ChoirOfFire laughed, “I thought for a moment you were trying to shove me off the bridge, not towards the heart.”
“Why would I do that?” Sirtawmis asked, looking at her strangely.
BoringBard looked over at The_Summoning_Dark again, the concern ever clearly on the otherwise, normally stoic dragonborn’s expression.
“So,” an overly cheery voice began, as if melding from the very shadows of the cave itself, “what are you two talking about, off to the side like this?”
The overly cheerful voice belonged to none other than the Satyr Bard, IAmSposta.
The two exchanged worried glances then looked at the Satyr. “Nothing. We were just talking.”
“I could see that,” the Satyr said as he pulled his lute from his hip, where it’d been hanging. “But I mean, about what? We’re all friends here aren’t we?”
“Yes,” The_Summoning_Bard answered, slowly, as if pondering how to better answer.
“We were discussing one of our adventures before we’d met the rest of you,” BoringBard replied. Lying was something, as a bard, he had become good at – whether it was to escape the grasp of the law, or to simply tell a more interesting tale – lying was a skill he’d become proficient in.
“I’d love to hear about it,” the Satyr smiled as if he knew the two were lying. “After all, my good friend over there, the half-orc sitting next to your friend, he always complains that I don’t know how to inspire people. He often mispronounces my species and calls me a ‘Satire Bard’ when introducing me rather than a ‘Satyr Bard.’”
BoringBard couldn’t help but laugh. “That is rather funny. And based off that song I heard you singing about the dwarf sorcerer, Drakenbrine, I would tend to agree with your friend.”
“Perhaps you could give me musical lessons?” the Satyr Bard leaned in close, uncomfortably so, as if flirting with BoringBard. The Dragonborn took a step back.
“Well, yes, I suppose if we’re going to be traveling together,” the Dragonborn bard shrugged, “I suppose I could give you lessons.”
As BoringBard and IAmSposta sat near the mouth of the cave, and BoringBard began to explain how to properly inspire people, Theology of Bagels approached the tortle blood hunter, The_Summoning_Dark. The small, green skinned goblin cleric looked up at this taller, green skinned tortle, who had a number of runes all over its shell. “I wanted to ask you about your abilities,” Theology asked.
“What about them,” the tortle asked.
“I noticed when you were fighting the manticore,” Theology explained, “several of the runes on your shell were glowing at different times. And by the looks of it, the runes on your shell are made of blood. I assume your blood?”
“It is,” The_Summoning_Dark answered. “A few of us in the Bale are selected to be Blood Hunters – and the process is extremely painful. Despite popular belief, tortles, just like turtles and tortoises can not live without their shells and can not separate from them. They’re physically connected to our flesh and form our spine. And a part of the process of becoming a Blood Hunter such as myself, is there is a ceremony where the Chief of the Bale, calls on the selected per the Chief’s Shaman’s vision – and those selected are brought forward, and the Shaman carves into our shell marking runes, deep enough that it scars and bleeds easily. When our powers are needed and triggered, the scars open, the blood is drawn, and from the blood we draw our power.”
“Just as painful as when we use our powers and draw upon the blood,” The_Summoning_Dark explained. “We, who were selected, are brought back to the moment the Shaman carved those runes in our shell, inflicting the pain that is required of a Blood Hunter, such as myself to survive. The weak break away from the Shaman. Some even perish, due to the wounds. Only the strong survive to become Blood Hunters.”
Amnon_Balderk, who had spoken to AEDorsay before, saw her sitting off to the side, her fingers roaming across the yellow, aged pages of her spellbook. He moved to sit next o her and whispered, “I won’t bother you if you’re busy,” he began.
She closed her spellbook, her sharp elven features greeting the orc monk, whom she had thought she would hate, but discovered there had more similarities than differences. “My apologies, I feel rude for having been reading while others are getting to know each other. It’s just as a wizard, I must always concentrate on studying my spells or scribing new ones.”
“I understand you are a desert elf,” Amnon_Balderk said. “I would love to hear about that. I have always believed that the Elves of the world either lived in the woods or within palaces within the woods… or there’s the Dark Elves, who live beneath the ground in the Umbra.”
AEDorsay smiled, “Yes. Long ago, my people were a part of the High Elves… They once lived in the palaces within the woods. However, a rift happened – where my ancestors believed that the High Elves were locked away in these palaces getting further and further detached from the events going on in the world. So, we left, but the Wild Elves, as they’re called – or ‘Wood Elves’ – were not exactly welcoming of us either. My ancestors wandered and found inner peace in the desert – near a large oasis. They built their new homes there and called it The Township of the Sun. From there, they had lead peaceful lives; and because it was the desert, we could see enemies coming from great distances. The tradition was born so that we would not be like our High Elf ancestors, that we would send envoys out to the world to see what was going on around the world. And here I am,” she smiled.
She looked at the orc monk. “What about you?”
“Once again,” Amnon_Balderk smiled at the elf wizard, “we are more similar than different. After my battle with the gnolls that I told you about – I was no proud of the violence I displayed. I left my people and wandered the world alone – which, as you can imagine, as an orc, is quite dangerous. My people are the enemy of many, if not all. So, finding places I was welcomed was difficult. The monastery I found – It was run by Elves, who worshipped not the gods – but the wind, the air, the earth, the energy that flowed around the world. It was Elves who took me, showed me no hatred, and nursed me back to health and taught me their ways. It was not only eye opening, in what I learned, but to see people who should hate me, welcome me. Like the people of Township of the Sun, the monastery sends our emissaries into the world to see what’s going on. I was selected because of how the world would view me – and they explained that not only was I to keep an eye on the world – but I was to change the mind of those who meet me about who I am – and that I am not the monster that the world knows ‘orcs’ to be.”
“I’d say you’re doing it right,” AEDorsay smiled.
Midnightplat was looking out from the mouth of the cave, just beyond where the others had huddled around the campfire. Quar1on approached the changeling rogue and said, “My patron says you’re lonely.”
The words were blunt and truthful, and Midnightplat turned, “You should tell your patron to mind their own business.”
“It must be difficult,” Quar1on pressed on. “To be a changeling, I mean. Because you spend so many years pretending to be so many other people that you never truly get to be yourself. I heard you talking to the half-orc before he and the paladin went into the cave with the frozen heart. You mentioned how you’d spent years, being different people, moving between many different kingdoms and courts, learning hundreds of secrets. But during this time, you had to pretend to be someone else. You never got to be you.”
“Your patron seems to know entirely too much, as you do, with your prying ears,” Midnightplat sneered.
“I didn’t mean to pry,” Quar1on admitted. “I suffer as you do – but differently. My patron is always in my head. Always speaking to me. Sometimes it rambles – and I can’t make sense of what it’s trying to tel me. But it’s always there. I never have peace and quiet. I never get to be alone. Even when I run from everyone – even if I stand alone, atop of a mountain – I hear my patron, ever speaking, inside of my head. When I first saw you and heard that you got to be all these people, I thought how incredible it must be. But when I heard you speak to the half-orc, there was a tone of sadness – and as I thought, thinking how I longed to be alone – I thought of how lonely you must have felt, always surrounded by people – but none of them ever knew the real you and how incredibly lonely that must feel.”
Midnightplat’s frustration that this gnome had been prying, eased, as he saw the similar suffering in the gnome’s eyes – it was like looking in a mirror – and for the first time, seeing his own reflection staring back at him.
Thorrison returned from his hunting and brought more food and herbs for the party. Some began taking the meat and cooking it over the fire while Antonsirius took some of the herbs which Thorrison had found to make some mixtures for healing. Wysperra took a small portion of the herbs Thorrison had gathered and began working on making several potions.
Thorrison called out to Quar1on and said, “Your hobgoblin friends are still down there. Made hunting a little more complicated avoiding them.”
“So, tell me about this great, great grandfather of yours and the spirit in the book,” AllMightyLordOfDND said to the dwarven sorcerer.
Drakenbrine heaved a deep sigh, “For a minute there, I thought I wasn’t going to have any lines in this segment.” Suddenly he paused, “Wait, how do you know about the spirit book? I haven’t told anyone about that part yet…”
Notes about the story: Biadh – The Deity, gender fluid (neither male nor female, much like their sphere) – food. Biadh is the deity of food, consumption, and to the extreme, gluttony. As a side note: the word ‘Biadh’ is Scottish Gaelic for “food” North Amptonshire – “The City of Light” –this is a reference to a place in the UK called Northamptonshire – and within there is a town called “Daventry” – Daventry happens to be the name of the Kingdom in a game I love called “King’s Quest” Desumāchi – Band of Hobgoblins from the continent of Kyokutō Township of the Sun – Is just a nod to the “Sun Village” from ElfQuest (where the character Leetah is from). Read the Original Quest here for free (and legally!) - https://elfquest.com/reading-room/eq-oq/
ChoirOfFire came to sit next to Sirtawmis, who was shivering next to the campfire near the mouth of the cave. “I wanted to thank you for what you did in there,” she said, her voice soft and trembling from the cold that still rattled her body.
“You would have done the same for me,” Sirtawmis shrugged, pulling the fur covers he’d taken out of his bag closer to him, trying to fend off the cold that also seeped through his blood.
BoringBard, the Dragonborn bard whose features were normally difficult to read looked over at his companion, The_Summoning_Dark, a tortle blood hunter with concern. BoringBard pushed off from the cave wall and approached the tortle, whispering, “Do you think he did that because he knows what we’re after?”
The tortle, giving it slow thought, finally nodded, “It is possible he used such action to gain sympathy and destroy ChoirOfFire’s urge to reveal what he truly is.”
The two watched as DeadpanC_C sat between ChoirOfFire and Sirtawmis. “I wanted to thank you both for freeing me of my curse. And now, per the Leonin tradition, I have regained my true name which is Deadpan_c. The other ‘c’ in my name had been a mark of my curse.”
“I couldn’t have done it without his help,” ChoirOfFire, a tiefling paladin, nodded, her horns gesturing towards Sirtawmis.
Sirtawmis shrugged, “You wouldn’t be free without her. I just gave her a shove.”
ChoirOfFire laughed, “I thought for a moment you were trying to shove me off the bridge, not towards the heart.”
“Why would I do that?” Sirtawmis asked, looking at her strangely.
BoringBard looked over at The_Summoning_Dark again, the concern ever clearly on the otherwise, normally stoic dragonborn’s expression.
“So,” an overly cheery voice began, as if melding from the very shadows of the cave itself, “what are you two talking about, off to the side like this?”
The overly cheerful voice belonged to none other than the Satyr Bard, IAmSposta.
The two exchanged worried glances then looked at the Satyr. “Nothing. We were just talking.”
“I could see that,” the Satyr said as he pulled his lute from his hip, where it’d been hanging. “But I mean, about what? We’re all friends here aren’t we?”
“Yes,” The_Summoning_Bard answered, slowly, as if pondering how to better answer.
“We were discussing one of our adventures before we’d met the rest of you,” BoringBard replied. Lying was something, as a bard, he had become good at – whether it was to escape the grasp of the law, or to simply tell a more interesting tale – lying was a skill he’d become proficient in.
“I’d love to hear about it,” the Satyr smiled as if he knew the two were lying. “After all, my good friend over there, the half-orc sitting next to your friend, he always complains that I don’t know how to inspire people. He often mispronounces my species and calls me a ‘Satire Bard’ when introducing me rather than a ‘Satyr Bard.’”
BoringBard couldn’t help but laugh. “That is rather funny. And based off that song I heard you singing about the dwarf sorcerer, Drakenbrine, I would tend to agree with your friend.”
“Perhaps you could give me musical lessons?” the Satyr Bard leaned in close, uncomfortably so, as if flirting with BoringBard. The Dragonborn took a step back.
“Well, yes, I suppose if we’re going to be traveling together,” the Dragonborn bard shrugged, “I suppose I could give you lessons.”
As BoringBard and IAmSposta sat near the mouth of the cave, and BoringBard began to explain how to properly inspire people, Theology of Bagels approached the tortle blood hunter, The_Summoning_Dark. The small, green skinned goblin cleric looked up at this taller, green skinned tortle, who had a number of runes all over its shell. “I wanted to ask you about your abilities,” Theology asked.
“What about them,” the tortle asked.
“I noticed when you were fighting the manticore,” Theology explained, “several of the runes on your shell were glowing at different times. And by the looks of it, the runes on your shell are made of blood. I assume your blood?”
“It is,” The_Summoning_Dark answered. “A few of us in the Bale are selected to be Blood Hunters – and the process is extremely painful. Despite popular belief, tortles, just like turtles and tortoises can not live without their shells and can not separate from them. They’re physically connected to our flesh and form our spine. And a part of the process of becoming a Blood Hunter such as myself, is there is a ceremony where the Chief of the Bale, calls on the selected per the Chief’s Shaman’s vision – and those selected are brought forward, and the Shaman carves into our shell marking runes, deep enough that it scars and bleeds easily. When our powers are needed and triggered, the scars open, the blood is drawn, and from the blood we draw our power.”
“Just as painful as when we use our powers and draw upon the blood,” The_Summoning_Dark explained. “We, who were selected, are brought back to the moment the Shaman carved those runes in our shell, inflicting the pain that is required of a Blood Hunter, such as myself to survive. The weak break away from the Shaman. Some even perish, due to the wounds. Only the strong survive to become Blood Hunters.”
Amnon_Balderk, who had spoken to AEDorsay before, saw her sitting off to the side, her fingers roaming across the yellow, aged pages of her spellbook. He moved to sit next o her and whispered, “I won’t bother you if you’re busy,” he began.
She closed her spellbook, her sharp elven features greeting the orc monk, whom she had thought she would hate, but discovered there had more similarities than differences. “My apologies, I feel rude for having been reading while others are getting to know each other. It’s just as a wizard, I must always concentrate on studying my spells or scribing new ones.”
“I understand you are a desert elf,” Amnon_Balderk said. “I would love to hear about that. I have always believed that the Elves of the world either lived in the woods or within palaces within the woods… or there’s the Dark Elves, who live beneath the ground in the Umbra.”
AEDorsay smiled, “Yes. Long ago, my people were a part of the High Elves… They once lived in the palaces within the woods. However, a rift happened – where my ancestors believed that the High Elves were locked away in these palaces getting further and further detached from the events going on in the world. So, we left, but the Wild Elves, as they’re called – or ‘Wood Elves’ – were not exactly welcoming of us either. My ancestors wandered and found inner peace in the desert – near a large oasis. They built their new homes there and called it The Township of the Sun. From there, they had lead peaceful lives; and because it was the desert, we could see enemies coming from great distances. The tradition was born so that we would not be like our High Elf ancestors, that we would send envoys out to the world to see what was going on around the world. And here I am,” she smiled.
She looked at the orc monk. “What about you?”
“Once again,” Amnon_Balderk smiled at the elf wizard, “we are more similar than different. After my battle with the gnolls that I told you about – I was no proud of the violence I displayed. I left my people and wandered the world alone – which, as you can imagine, as an orc, is quite dangerous. My people are the enemy of many, if not all. So, finding places I was welcomed was difficult. The monastery I found – It was run by Elves, who worshipped not the gods – but the wind, the air, the earth, the energy that flowed around the world. It was Elves who took me, showed me no hatred, and nursed me back to health and taught me their ways. It was not only eye opening, in what I learned, but to see people who should hate me, welcome me. Like the people of Township of the Sun, the monastery sends our emissaries into the world to see what’s going on. I was selected because of how the world would view me – and they explained that not only was I to keep an eye on the world – but I was to change the mind of those who meet me about who I am – and that I am not the monster that the world knows ‘orcs’ to be.”
“I’d say you’re doing it right,” AEDorsay smiled.
Midnightplat was looking out from the mouth of the cave, just beyond where the others had huddled around the campfire. Quar1on approached the changeling rogue and said, “My patron says you’re lonely.”
The words were blunt and truthful, and Midnightplat turned, “You should tell your patron to mind their own business.”
“It must be difficult,” Quar1on pressed on. “To be a changeling, I mean. Because you spend so many years pretending to be so many other people that you never truly get to be yourself. I heard you talking to the half-orc before he and the paladin went into the cave with the frozen heart. You mentioned how you’d spent years, being different people, moving between many different kingdoms and courts, learning hundreds of secrets. But during this time, you had to pretend to be someone else. You never got to be you.”
“Your patron seems to know entirely too much, as you do, with your prying ears,” Midnightplat sneered.
“I didn’t mean to pry,” Quar1on admitted. “I suffer as you do – but differently. My patron is always in my head. Always speaking to me. Sometimes it rambles – and I can’t make sense of what it’s trying to tel me. But it’s always there. I never have peace and quiet. I never get to be alone. Even when I run from everyone – even if I stand alone, atop of a mountain – I hear my patron, ever speaking, inside of my head. When I first saw you and heard that you got to be all these people, I thought how incredible it must be. But when I heard you speak to the half-orc, there was a tone of sadness – and as I thought, thinking how I longed to be alone – I thought of how lonely you must have felt, always surrounded by people – but none of them ever knew the real you and how incredibly lonely that must feel.”
Midnightplat’s frustration that this gnome had been prying, eased, as he saw the similar suffering in the gnome’s eyes – it was like looking in a mirror – and for the first time, seeing his own reflection staring back at him.
Thorrison returned from his hunting and brought more food and herbs for the party. Some began taking the meat and cooking it over the fire while Antonsirius took some of the herbs which Thorrison had found to make some mixtures for healing. Wysperra took a small portion of the herbs Thorrison had gathered and began working on making several potions.
Thorrison called out to Quar1on and said, “Your hobgoblin friends are still down there. Made hunting a little more complicated avoiding them.”
“So, tell me about this great, great grandfather of yours and the spirit in the book,” AllMightyLordOfDND said to the dwarven sorcerer.
Drakenbrine heaved a deep sigh, “For a minute there, I thought I wasn’t going to have any lines in this segment.” Suddenly he paused, “Wait, how do you know about the spirit book? I haven’t told anyone about that part yet…”
TO BE CONTINUED....
.... OR NAH? :D
please do not stop. This is just getting good.
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their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
Yes. Two of my oldest friends (almost 30 years) and I became friendly in part due to D&D among other games. We don’t talk often these days because life happened, but I still count them as friends. My two closest friends and I forged our 20+ year friendship over countless nights of TTRPGing, WoD instead of D&D mostly at first, but still. And I have friends I’ve made here on DDB over the past few years too. We’ve never met in person, but they’re my friends nonetheless. How can one spend 100s of hours sharing experiences with people and not form friendships with at least some of those people?
Creating Epic Boons on DDB
DDB Buyers' Guide
Hardcovers, DDB & You
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The dark towers in the Forgotten Realms modules are connected to Vecna, and WotC is going to release a final 5e module (with Vecna as the BBEG) as an in-world explanation for the edition change.
They're doing an AD&2E to 3e thing again. Pretty exciting.
Oh and yeah, JoCat animated a full-ass music video for the direct. As is usual for him, it is absolutely spectacular.
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Minecraft Dungeons was pretty successful, and Legends is gaining a lot of traction online. Aside from that, the new Minecraft updates have been awesome. Obviously Microsoft is a complete shitshow of a company, but pretending they're not relevant is just blatantly false.
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Hmmmm, has the minecraft updates been them or the original Minecraft team, Minecraft dungeons is just a crappy Diablo with worse graphics. Other than that yea your right.
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I prefer to think that Mojang owns Minecraft. Same with Pokémon and Gam Freak.
Question: What is the best monster from each monstrous compendium (in terms of flavor)?
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I usually play D&D with preexisting friends. So no, I don't really have a friendship like that.
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HERE.90% of your argument is personal preference and opinions.
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My favourite from Spelljammer are the Goon Balloon and the Fractine. The Eldritch Lich is awesome too.
I'm not hugely interested in the Dragonlance stat blocks, but the Dream Eater is pretty cool.
My favourite of the Minecraft stat blocks is the Enderman, mainly because of the magic item it drops. In my homebrew stat block, I made its teleportation a reaction, though the DDB stats are more mechanically accurate to the Minecraft Enderman.
I'm probably going to use the Enderman stat block for my campaign, though I'll reskin it because it would completely break immersion to just suddenly have An Enderman™ From Minecraft™ appear in my world.
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I love the new profile pic Drakenbrine!
I second this
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
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Now see, I felt this was a much better piece of the story you have going. You had some good dialogue, clarity, and a hook (the prophecy and the spirit in the book).
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
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This may be the first time I am grateful not to have a game on Saturday, the way work is going.
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I am sorry work is taking you away from enjoying some qualtity D&D time.
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Honestly, I feel the same way. It’s nice not to have any D&D this Saturday because I have work as well. I also have work on Friday forcing me to miss our regular session. That I am sad about.
Good point but it’s a comparison, diablos graphics are better.
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Blame: AllMightyLordOfDND (https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=466 and https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=467)
Notes about the story:
Biadh – The Deity, gender fluid (neither male nor female, much like their sphere) – food. Biadh is the deity of food, consumption, and to the extreme, gluttony. As a side note: the word ‘Biadh’ is Scottish Gaelic for “food”
North Amptonshire – “The City of Light” –this is a reference to a place in the UK called Northamptonshire – and within there is a town called “Daventry” – Daventry happens to be the name of the Kingdom in a game I love called “King’s Quest”
Desumāchi – Band of Hobgoblins from the continent of Kyokutō
Township of the Sun – Is just a nod to the “Sun Village” from ElfQuest (where the character Leetah is from). Read the Original Quest here for free (and legally!) - https://elfquest.com/reading-room/eq-oq/
Part 1: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=501
Part 2: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=522
Part 3: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=552
Part 4: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=599
Part 5: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=631
Part 6: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=665
Part 7: https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/166611-anything-but-the-ogl-2-0-literally-anything?comment=696
IAMsposta: satyr bard
AEDorsay: elf wizard
Sirtawmis: half-orc fighter
Deadpan_c: leonin barbarian
Theology of Bagels: goblin cleric
Drakenbrine: dwarf sorcerer
Amnon_Balderk: orc monk
Midnightplat: changeling rogue
Wysperra: halfling artificer
Quar1on: gnome warlock
Antonsirius: kobold Druid
Thorrison: Giff Ranger
ChoirOfFire: tielfing paladin
The_Summoning_Dark: tortle bloodhunter
BoringBard: Dragonborn bard
AllMightyLordOfDND – Multi-Race/Multi-Class
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ChoirOfFire came to sit next to Sirtawmis, who was shivering next to the campfire near the mouth of the cave. “I wanted to thank you for what you did in there,” she said, her voice soft and trembling from the cold that still rattled her body.
“You would have done the same for me,” Sirtawmis shrugged, pulling the fur covers he’d taken out of his bag closer to him, trying to fend off the cold that also seeped through his blood.
BoringBard, the Dragonborn bard whose features were normally difficult to read looked over at his companion, The_Summoning_Dark, a tortle blood hunter with concern. BoringBard pushed off from the cave wall and approached the tortle, whispering, “Do you think he did that because he knows what we’re after?”
The tortle, giving it slow thought, finally nodded, “It is possible he used such action to gain sympathy and destroy ChoirOfFire’s urge to reveal what he truly is.”
The two watched as DeadpanC_C sat between ChoirOfFire and Sirtawmis. “I wanted to thank you both for freeing me of my curse. And now, per the Leonin tradition, I have regained my true name which is Deadpan_c. The other ‘c’ in my name had been a mark of my curse.”
“I couldn’t have done it without his help,” ChoirOfFire, a tiefling paladin, nodded, her horns gesturing towards Sirtawmis.
Sirtawmis shrugged, “You wouldn’t be free without her. I just gave her a shove.”
ChoirOfFire laughed, “I thought for a moment you were trying to shove me off the bridge, not towards the heart.”
“Why would I do that?” Sirtawmis asked, looking at her strangely.
BoringBard looked over at The_Summoning_Dark again, the concern ever clearly on the otherwise, normally stoic dragonborn’s expression.
“So,” an overly cheery voice began, as if melding from the very shadows of the cave itself, “what are you two talking about, off to the side like this?”
The overly cheerful voice belonged to none other than the Satyr Bard, IAmSposta.
The two exchanged worried glances then looked at the Satyr. “Nothing. We were just talking.”
“I could see that,” the Satyr said as he pulled his lute from his hip, where it’d been hanging. “But I mean, about what? We’re all friends here aren’t we?”
“Yes,” The_Summoning_Bard answered, slowly, as if pondering how to better answer.
“We were discussing one of our adventures before we’d met the rest of you,” BoringBard replied. Lying was something, as a bard, he had become good at – whether it was to escape the grasp of the law, or to simply tell a more interesting tale – lying was a skill he’d become proficient in.
“I’d love to hear about it,” the Satyr smiled as if he knew the two were lying. “After all, my good friend over there, the half-orc sitting next to your friend, he always complains that I don’t know how to inspire people. He often mispronounces my species and calls me a ‘Satire Bard’ when introducing me rather than a ‘Satyr Bard.’”
BoringBard couldn’t help but laugh. “That is rather funny. And based off that song I heard you singing about the dwarf sorcerer, Drakenbrine, I would tend to agree with your friend.”
“Perhaps you could give me musical lessons?” the Satyr Bard leaned in close, uncomfortably so, as if flirting with BoringBard. The Dragonborn took a step back.
“Well, yes, I suppose if we’re going to be traveling together,” the Dragonborn bard shrugged, “I suppose I could give you lessons.”
As BoringBard and IAmSposta sat near the mouth of the cave, and BoringBard began to explain how to properly inspire people, Theology of Bagels approached the tortle blood hunter, The_Summoning_Dark. The small, green skinned goblin cleric looked up at this taller, green skinned tortle, who had a number of runes all over its shell. “I wanted to ask you about your abilities,” Theology asked.
“What about them,” the tortle asked.
“I noticed when you were fighting the manticore,” Theology explained, “several of the runes on your shell were glowing at different times. And by the looks of it, the runes on your shell are made of blood. I assume your blood?”
“It is,” The_Summoning_Dark answered. “A few of us in the Bale are selected to be Blood Hunters – and the process is extremely painful. Despite popular belief, tortles, just like turtles and tortoises can not live without their shells and can not separate from them. They’re physically connected to our flesh and form our spine. And a part of the process of becoming a Blood Hunter such as myself, is there is a ceremony where the Chief of the Bale, calls on the selected per the Chief’s Shaman’s vision – and those selected are brought forward, and the Shaman carves into our shell marking runes, deep enough that it scars and bleeds easily. When our powers are needed and triggered, the scars open, the blood is drawn, and from the blood we draw our power.”
“That sounds extremely painful,” Theology remarked.
“Just as painful as when we use our powers and draw upon the blood,” The_Summoning_Dark explained. “We, who were selected, are brought back to the moment the Shaman carved those runes in our shell, inflicting the pain that is required of a Blood Hunter, such as myself to survive. The weak break away from the Shaman. Some even perish, due to the wounds. Only the strong survive to become Blood Hunters.”
Amnon_Balderk, who had spoken to AEDorsay before, saw her sitting off to the side, her fingers roaming across the yellow, aged pages of her spellbook. He moved to sit next o her and whispered, “I won’t bother you if you’re busy,” he began.
She closed her spellbook, her sharp elven features greeting the orc monk, whom she had thought she would hate, but discovered there had more similarities than differences. “My apologies, I feel rude for having been reading while others are getting to know each other. It’s just as a wizard, I must always concentrate on studying my spells or scribing new ones.”
“I understand you are a desert elf,” Amnon_Balderk said. “I would love to hear about that. I have always believed that the Elves of the world either lived in the woods or within palaces within the woods… or there’s the Dark Elves, who live beneath the ground in the Umbra.”
AEDorsay smiled, “Yes. Long ago, my people were a part of the High Elves… They once lived in the palaces within the woods. However, a rift happened – where my ancestors believed that the High Elves were locked away in these palaces getting further and further detached from the events going on in the world. So, we left, but the Wild Elves, as they’re called – or ‘Wood Elves’ – were not exactly welcoming of us either. My ancestors wandered and found inner peace in the desert – near a large oasis. They built their new homes there and called it The Township of the Sun. From there, they had lead peaceful lives; and because it was the desert, we could see enemies coming from great distances. The tradition was born so that we would not be like our High Elf ancestors, that we would send envoys out to the world to see what was going on around the world. And here I am,” she smiled.
She looked at the orc monk. “What about you?”
“Once again,” Amnon_Balderk smiled at the elf wizard, “we are more similar than different. After my battle with the gnolls that I told you about – I was no proud of the violence I displayed. I left my people and wandered the world alone – which, as you can imagine, as an orc, is quite dangerous. My people are the enemy of many, if not all. So, finding places I was welcomed was difficult. The monastery I found – It was run by Elves, who worshipped not the gods – but the wind, the air, the earth, the energy that flowed around the world. It was Elves who took me, showed me no hatred, and nursed me back to health and taught me their ways. It was not only eye opening, in what I learned, but to see people who should hate me, welcome me. Like the people of Township of the Sun, the monastery sends our emissaries into the world to see what’s going on. I was selected because of how the world would view me – and they explained that not only was I to keep an eye on the world – but I was to change the mind of those who meet me about who I am – and that I am not the monster that the world knows ‘orcs’ to be.”
“I’d say you’re doing it right,” AEDorsay smiled.
Midnightplat was looking out from the mouth of the cave, just beyond where the others had huddled around the campfire. Quar1on approached the changeling rogue and said, “My patron says you’re lonely.”
The words were blunt and truthful, and Midnightplat turned, “You should tell your patron to mind their own business.”
“It must be difficult,” Quar1on pressed on. “To be a changeling, I mean. Because you spend so many years pretending to be so many other people that you never truly get to be yourself. I heard you talking to the half-orc before he and the paladin went into the cave with the frozen heart. You mentioned how you’d spent years, being different people, moving between many different kingdoms and courts, learning hundreds of secrets. But during this time, you had to pretend to be someone else. You never got to be you.”
“Your patron seems to know entirely too much, as you do, with your prying ears,” Midnightplat sneered.
“I didn’t mean to pry,” Quar1on admitted. “I suffer as you do – but differently. My patron is always in my head. Always speaking to me. Sometimes it rambles – and I can’t make sense of what it’s trying to tel me. But it’s always there. I never have peace and quiet. I never get to be alone. Even when I run from everyone – even if I stand alone, atop of a mountain – I hear my patron, ever speaking, inside of my head. When I first saw you and heard that you got to be all these people, I thought how incredible it must be. But when I heard you speak to the half-orc, there was a tone of sadness – and as I thought, thinking how I longed to be alone – I thought of how lonely you must have felt, always surrounded by people – but none of them ever knew the real you and how incredibly lonely that must feel.”
Midnightplat’s frustration that this gnome had been prying, eased, as he saw the similar suffering in the gnome’s eyes – it was like looking in a mirror – and for the first time, seeing his own reflection staring back at him.
Thorrison returned from his hunting and brought more food and herbs for the party. Some began taking the meat and cooking it over the fire while Antonsirius took some of the herbs which Thorrison had found to make some mixtures for healing. Wysperra took a small portion of the herbs Thorrison had gathered and began working on making several potions.
Thorrison called out to Quar1on and said, “Your hobgoblin friends are still down there. Made hunting a little more complicated avoiding them.”
“So, tell me about this great, great grandfather of yours and the spirit in the book,” AllMightyLordOfDND said to the dwarven sorcerer.
Drakenbrine heaved a deep sigh, “For a minute there, I thought I wasn’t going to have any lines in this segment.” Suddenly he paused, “Wait, how do you know about the spirit book? I haven’t told anyone about that part yet…”
TO BE CONTINUED....
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Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
please do not stop. This is just getting good.
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their is no light without dark. no calm without storm. no heroes without villains. I, unfortunately am the dark. I am the storm. I. Am. The. Villain (not really considering I'm a forever player and never get the chance to DM)
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