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Hey friends! Just want to let everyone know I'm going by Gwyndolin these days!

hazoret

My good buddy @maris-solstice sent me this post and said it was our pathfinder characters so I had to draw it

cheebuss

My baby-face butcherrr

#WHAT MURDERRR

hazoret

When God tells you their real name and then falls asleep on you

#dnd #wyrm time #Hope #Kestrel

hazoret

Still riding the Large Spooky Wife high sorry it will happen again

Full version

aristocrating

its 2026 i cannot handle any more fucking "author A obviously ripped off author B" discourse by people Who Have Only Seen the work of author B and admit themselves that they have no further knowledge of the literary landscape they are moving in. like.

insomaniackills

Folks really need to reacquaint themselves with this concept

hazoret

Battle sister

Kestrel has a friend who is also an angel, though a more classical one. They have an extremely layered friendship that I have a lot of feelings about and a lot of that came to a head last session.

leyinyangdragon

Some of the First Brood…but smol.

Commission by ridsnest

nodudeshutup

love the phrase 'methinks'. me does think. thinketh me do.

#and therefore me am

prokopetz

The real reason your sapient dragon character needs a "rider":

Dragons on the wing are vulnerable to being mobbed by smaller, more agile flyers, particularly in your large rear blind spot, like a bird of prey being mobbed by crows. Having a human armed with a long spear perched on your back helps to dissuade anyone from getting any funny ideas.

Breath weapons are impressive enough on the ground, but in flight they're really only good for strafing stationary targets; trying to use your breath weapon in an aerial dogfight is a good way to get fire up your nose. A real fight calls for sterner measures – and, concomitantly, a crew to aim and reload the cannons.

In today's competitive world, it's not enough to devour a flock of sheep and call it a day if you want to keep your edge. You're accompanied at all times by a qualified personal alchemist tasked with carefully regulating your internal furnace to ensure peak performance, and sometimes you even listen to them.

No dragon of any quality would be caught dead without their valet. It's not as though you can announce your numerous long-winded titles yourself when introductions are called for, can you? You suppose next you'll be expected to pick up the spoils of your conquests yourself, like a common brigand. Perish the thought!