Drawings I did for my ongoing DnD campaign over the last 8ish years. Most of them are of my character, Arienti, which is a 12/13 year old rock gnome bard, and Pietro, who is a 15 year old ex-human who was cursed to be a wolf. It's hard to explain Pietro's circumstance, but he is the brother to Sarabi, a ranger who is @poisondilu's playable character, and is soon to become a DM playable character in our campaign. His new race and class is still unknown! Campaign run by the amazing @a-basic-beth <3
As you can tell, I'm obsessed with drawing these two!
Lots of reasons--his character introduction and the way Aabria described him feeling freer now, his background nervous looks and obvious discomfort when Dariax gets serious (with someone else) about how much he hates lying, etc. I think some backstory’s gonna get unlocked and there’s gonna be a rift in the party....which doesn’t bode well with all the disaster they’ve already unlocked and the foes they’ve made....*chuckles, rubs hands together* Is it Thursday yet?!!
Rose froze in place. She quickly pocketed her stolen goods before turning to face her mother. “Nothing.” Basil’s advice whispered to her and she kept her gaze steady, as if she really was telling the truth.
Cadence Highbottle narrowed her green eyes. There was a tense moment where Rose was sure she was going to get her haul taken, when the older halfling just gave a deep sigh. “I don’t have time to deal with your shenanigans today. If you’re going to cause trouble, do it outside of the house.” In Rose’s shock, she realized that her mother’s long, blonde hair was done up in the elaborate braided hairstyle that she wore when there was business to be had that day. She literally didn’t have the time to scold her daughter.
Before the girl could scamper away, Cadence grabbed one of her arms firmly. “I mean it, I don’t want to hear even a squeak while the meeting’s going on. Understood?”
She squirmed a little, but eventually relented. “I got it, mom.”
“Good. Now where’d the other rascal run off to...” She muttered to herself. The minute that her arm was released, Rose took off to the nearest exit that led outside.
“What took so long?” Neola complained as Rose made her way to the border between the Highbottle and Beddye vineyards. Even accounting for dodging Willow, her dad, and the other workers in the fields, Rose was still late for their get together. There was a hole in the fence that separated the land--too small to be noticed by anyone on either side, but just big enough for a young halfling to crawl through. This was how one of the Beddye children was able to be on Highbottle land despite the ongoing rivalry between the families.
“Mom almost caught me while I was going out.” She reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out one of the pastries she had grabbed from the kitchens. “Got us a snack, though.”
Neola rolled her eyes, but accepted the flakey, sugary treat. “She’s good at catching you, but not that good.” After spending a moment to eat and then lick her fingers, she asked the important question. “Think the fort’s still safe?”
“It’s gotta be. I saw Jack going out there with old blankets just yesterday.”
“Uuugh.” The shorter halfling girl dramatically leaned against the sturdy fence separating the land. Her curtain of auburn hair somehow stayed perfectly straight. A harsh contrast to Rose’s far messier bob of wavy brown. “I know we gotta share it since he’ll blab if we don’t, but if I wanted to be around a baby I’d bring Tezor along.”
Rose couldn’t help but giggle. “Don’t tell him he’s a baby to his face, he’ll just pout. And c’mon! He can be fun!”
“His dog can be fun, more like.” Neola pouted. Despite her complaints, she allowed herself to be taken by the hand to the fort.
Said fort was really a collection of scraps of wood put together as a small, vaguely square shape. It only resembled a building in that there were four walls and a couple of planks used for a roof. It was hidden among the bramble of as-yet untamed land that the Highbottles owned and thus all of the children who knew about it (all three of them) knew it wouldn’t live for very long. Still, there was a far shorter trek to the flimsy construction than there was to the cave at the edge of Vineshade that Neola and Rose stayed in most often. As a bonus, the girls could really pretend they were adventurers hiding out from all sorts of imagined baddies. If they were sitting down and ignored the sounds of workers in the field, that is.
Just like Rose had mentioned, there were indeed old blankets spread out on the floor of the fort as the girls made their way inside. Even the appearance of Jack and his puppy Spot were things that the two of them expected. What neither of them had predicted was that Rose’s older brother Basil would be there.
He gave a wide, lazy grin and waved at the girls. “Rosey! Neola! Care to join our party?”
Jack looked up from a paper he had been scribbling on and gave a dopey smile himself. “Yeah! Come join our party!” Spot, hearing how excited his master was, sprung up from his curled up position to bark his approval.
Rose blinked several times in confusion. “Basil? What’re you doing here?”
“What’s it look like I’m doing?” He took a couple of other pieces of paper and set them and some charcoal in the middle of the room. “It’ll be a tight squeeze, but the four--I mean five--of us should be able to hide out in here. Plus, we’re playing adventurer.”
“I’m a ranger!” Jack announced, proudly holding up his paper. On it was a crude drawing of what appeared to be an older Jack, with something large and with four legs and spots that must have been a bigger, older Spot. “We’re out hunting goblins!” The dog barked again and got down on his forepaws and wagged his tail.
“Well, resting before we go hunt goblins.” Basil indicated the fort. “Can’t fight them when you’re too tired.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cuz you’re gonna go sneak off and kill them yourself.” Jack frowned. “That’s what rogues do.”
“True! But! They can also wait for their party in case things go wrong. We wouldn’t want *that* right? So resting’s a good way to make sure the party’s all going to be safe.”
While the young boy contemplated his older brother’s logic, Rose finally got over her shock enough to realize what he was doing. “Weren’t you supposed to be at that meeting that mom’s going to today?”
To his credit, Basil’s lazy grin turned sheepish. “I didn’t really see the point in going. Feels like a waste of time when Reed’s going to take over when mom di--” He stopped himself, glanced at Jack and then clearly switched words. Both he and Spot tilted their heads at the same time. “Decides to step down. And Willow’s happy enough to keep up the vineyard forever, and Melody loves all the hard lifting work, and mom clearly wants YOU to be in charge of our marketing.” Rose made a face at that. “I know what she wants me to be, but I’m not so sure that that’s what I want to be, you know?” He stared off into the middle distance as he finished speaking.
Rose wasn’t sure what to make of it. There was a ring of truth to everything he was saying that hit her in a way that she wasn’t sure she liked. It felt...familiar, almost. She just hadn’t been able to put her feelings into words before. Before she could think too hard about it, Neola finally spoke up. “You’re already the best prankster around, Bas. You don’t need to be anything else.”
He blinked and then laughed like he wasn’t bothered by anything at all. “True! Very true!” He tapped at the papers on the floor. “You still haven’t told me what you’re bringing to the party, girls!”
Jack, his wide coppery eyes having refused to move from his brother until now, snapped out of his stupor. He also grinned, glad that the serious moment was over. “Yeah, we need more people! There might be a lot of goblins!”
Neola plopped down on her knees next to the paper nearest Basil and took one of the pieces of charcoal to get started. “I think I’ll be a fighter or maybe a wizard.” She paused in her sketch and frowned. “Do you think it’s possible to be both?”
Basil shrugged. “Maybe? We’ll work it out as we go.”
“What about you, Rosey?” Jack looked up at the still standing girl. “You wanna play?”
There was a lot churning in her head. What Basil said, her own feelings about her place in life, anything to do with adventuring...and then her eyes met her older brother’s. There weren't a lot of things that all of the Highbottle siblings shared, but Rose had a similar shade of brown eyes as Basil. So when he smiled and they warmed up considerably, she knew that her own were doing the same and she felt a little better.
“Yeah, I wanna play.” She sat down on the blanket with a plop. “So ranger, rogue, fighter/wizard...you guys are missing a healer.” Rose took her own piece of charcoal and started drawing. “I’ll be the cleric.”
Silly Valentines cards featuring my D&D party! Each one is themed to fit the character on it, even the quotes. I wanted to do something for V-day and I wanted to draw but nothing too complicated to relieve some stress, so this seemed perfect.
The characters in order of appearance:
Rose (Cleric of Avandra, @sparrowhaven)
Virro (Druid, Sano)
Noemi (Rogue, @abbydreamz )
Pil (Wizard, @cold-b-writing)
Sarabi (Ranger @poisondilu)
Pietro (Sarabis wolf companion)
Kali (Fighter, mine)
Arienti (Bard, @obsessedkatie)
Our D&D group has been playing for like a year now and in the meanwhile I’ve made some art, but I never posted it here since I thought most of my followers wouldn’t be interested in a random d&d campaign I happen to be part of. Giving the current circumstances though, and since I don’t know if my blog will survive the december 17 ban, I decided to just go for it and post them.
These are drawing of my ranger, Sarabi, her twin brother Pietro who was cursed into the form of a wolf by a White Stag, and the mentioned divine White Stag (to be fair they were little shits and deserved it).
If i’m still here after the 17 I may keep posting about our adventures, what’s there to lose after all.
Because I told @obsessedkatie I would post this.
The story is like this: In our D&D group, I purposely made my character socially inept to reflect her very low charisma stat. She is rude, tactless, too easy to anger, and a complete awkward disaster when meeting and interacting with new people, relying mostly in her BFF Kali ( @solaris-starr‘s fighter) to do most of the talking and befriending others. As result, she is convinced she has absolutely no appeal at all as a woman to the point it doesn’t even bother her. In her mind saying she is unatractive is like saying that the sky is blue, so understandably I didn’t expect her to have any sort of romantic involvement during the campaign at all.
Then one day my DM tells me to do a random dice roll to pick from a list of events what happened to Sarabi (my ranger) while she was away. Cue to me getting a nat 1 and this little young tiefling boy falling head over heels for her and worshiping the very soil she walks on.
Manfred is a cutie ( @beth-barton creates the most likeables npcs period) and a romantic nerd. He doesn’t shy away from expressing his affections, which is a bit overwhelming for Sarabi, especially since she can’t for the life of herself understand what is even going through this guy’s head to make him like her. She thinks he’s probably insane or at least very very confused.
In short: they are both dumb and we all ship it.
More pages for my fighters journal. Two of our rogue Noemi, one of our wizard Pil, one of our cleric Rose, one of our ranger Sarabi (who is also my fighters adopted sister), and of the rangers twin brother when he was human (my fighters little brother).
Some little chibi drawings I have done the past few months of my d&d group. Found some draw the squad memes and they fit our group. They’re fun to do when I don’t wanna draw anything complicated or I need a break from other projects.
