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What is your Main D&D class?
Barbarian
Bard
Cleric
Druid
Fighter
Monk
Paladin
Ranger
Rouge
Sorcerer
Warlock
Wizard
I only had enough options to do the main og set sorry lol. Anyway Main as in what do you default to the most or your favorite.
oh wait here
Artificer
Blood Hunter
Always Multiclass <3
So D&D black dragons are supposed to live in swamps, right? Pretty amphibious, live in swamps, lair in...
caves. With a main entrance and a back entrance.
In swamps.
I really have trouble with the idea that there's these dragon-sized caves in an area with such a high water table, y'know? We have to go through miles of swamp to reach this lair, it's not one little boggy place in a mountain valley otherwise filled with nice caves. And the cave has to have two entrances, too? I can believe in dragons, but not this geology.
So... maybe it's not geology. Because a lair in a marshy place with exacting design specifications sounds a lot like a totally natural thing --
A beaver lodge.
So now I have this new image of black dragons industriously gnawing down giant trees to construct their mighty swamp lairs, and I am so much happier.
He's building his lodge.
To anyone worried about this eliminating the fear factor, don't worry; instead, imagine a lair full of sharp spikes formed from logs. Imagine previous, less fortunate treasure-hunters, dragonslayers, etc. being impaled on those spikes for your party to see.
That's brilliant! I'd done a dragon with shrike behavior in my game before, but it was a red dragon. I had the wrong species. We do know that black dragons like to let their food decompose a bit before tucking in. So they put in on a meat hook for a while.
i figured they were burrows dug into the wet ground, with submerged entrances and the central lair soupy with mud. i still like this, but i like the beaver dam idea more, so i think i will combine them.
how about: black dragons dig a mud burrow when they're small enough to need to hide, and live like salamanders or frogs. but as they get bigger, they start reinforcing the burrow with branches, then logs, as they expand it. piling brush and mud on top, maybe constructing mazelike branch tunnels to stash both food and treasure.
imagine raiding such a lair, chest deep in mud, slimy moss-hung branches spiking out of the walls. the reek of the dragon's larder choking you. you've already killed the adult dragon, but from somewhere in this soggy deathtrap, you can hear a sound like baby crocodiles...
Does this also imply that a black dragon might make a swampy area by damming up a river if it can't find a suitable one?
Imagining a party being called in to relocate a dragon that dammed a local river, flooding surrounding fields and villages.
what a hook! i love it! dragons could be such a force for landscape rearrangement, but i've never actually seen that be the problem in a campaign.
Hamster's In Dungeon And Dragons
More unconventional world-threatening disasters for your heroes to fight
The halflings have finally fucking snapped
Unfortunate political loophole gives ravenous ghoul total power, everyone upset at being eaten but insisting they need to respect the process.
World's greatest Archmage is drunk off their ass
There's some guy in a cape with glowing red eyes cackling and waving a skull staff around. He's not explicitly done anything wrong but, like, we kind of assume there must be something going on there. Right?
The blessed artifact that will save the world from the demon invasion has a big spider on it and no-one wants to go near it.
Someone gave the Tarrasque a knife
Every time someone casts a spell the moon comes one inch closer to the earth.
Oh shit the Elves just invented capitalism
Cursed item that will destroy the world if anyone says "rhubarb" near it. No-one knows which item it is.
Fire elemental desperately lonely and coming to the material plane for hugs.
There's one warlock who's just eldritch blasting everyone on the planet one by one, like an asshole.
Poorly considered Elder Evil Vacation Day coming up.
The GM is getting bored, and the PCs must entertain them from within the game lest they abandon the game and render their world non-existence.
Thinking about a duct tape wizard
✧・ﾟ:*Today’s magical girl of the night is: Saaya Kujo from Raramagi!✧・ﾟ:*
I can’t decide what’s better: elves being a tricked-out version of humans, or the races having similar appearances but completely different physiologies.
An elf goes to a human hospital and the doctors are like holy fuck. You broke our blood typing machine.
“Sir, the results are in, and technically you are a fungus.”
Elves evolving from either a cat-like species or a squirrel-like species makes the most sense to me. Everything about them suggests that, like humans coming from apes, elves also came from arboreal roots. But unlike proto-humans, which were diurnal persistence hunters, elves’ ancestors are likely nocturnal, agility focused, and also not at the top of their food chain. While probably omnivorous, their larger, wide-set eyes and larger ears suggest that they had to have a greater awareness of predators than humans. (Which does give me the extremely satisfying mental image of long elf ears twitching and turning like cat ears at the slightest sound.) Their ability to basically not sleep also suggests a heritage of needing to be constantly alert to danger. The longer life span and lower birth rate might also be indicative of it being much riskier to stop and reproduce more frequently, requiring an extremely well-defended home before young proto-elves were worth the risk to the group.
Point is, there’s decent evidence to suggest that the most elves have in common with humans is that they’re mammals, and otherwise evolved from completely different types of creatures suited to a wildly different ecological niche. You couldn’t get a blood transfusion from an elf anymore than you could from a raccoon. The fact that elf-human hybrids exist probably has more to do with wonky magic shit than anything biological.
so… elves and humans are like hares and rabbits? similar shape, you’d think they’re closely related but NOPE
one of these days i’ll go back to making very normal D&D character concepts but until then
Collect all the intelligent talking items you can, and uses them at the same time. Don't stop until the DM has to scream at you in a distinct sword, axe, crossbow, helm, armor, boots, gloves, shirt, pants, and shield voice everytime to decide on everything. Bonus points if you take actions that all your clothes dislike.
hmmm
Encounter: a tuba-playing Human Bard whose trumpet-playing Gnome Bard partner rides in his tuba
BYOB (Bring Your Own Blorbo)
Tabletop roleplaying
Kareva Margarita
More inadvisable ways to introduce a new player character mid-dungeon, bait and switch edition:
A new character with almost but not quite identical stats and appearance comes hurrying up to the party, insisting that you’re the real [name], and the [name] everyone knew was an imposter; when informed that they died just before you arrived, cryptically remark that this isn’t the first time they’ve pulled that trick
A character who nobody recognises speaks up from the party’s midst, acting like they expect to be familiar to the party; if questioned, claim that you’re the deceased character’s personal assistant, and that you’ve been here the entire time, then digress into a rant about how nobody every notices the help
Following the next encounter, the party discovers a large, ornate treasure chest, which proves to contain nothing but your character, bound and gagged; once released, any complaint regarding the lack of gold and jewels should naturally be met with dramatic indignation at the implication that you’re not treasure enough
The target the party has been sent to slay unexpectedly greets them warmly, explaining there’s been an awful misunderstanding: you’re not the true master of the dungeon, you’ve just been mistaken for the prophesied Lord of Evil, and you’d very much like to make your exit before the monsters figure it out
[Spellcaster only] Your original character is revealed upon death to be a fraud with no magical powers, who had merely been impersonating a member of their ostensible character class; any spell effects you seemed to produce in fact originated from a heretofore-unsuspected accomplice: your horse
