#dnd npc

[kingboudica]

Keyneegos, the woman you are💛

[ellatamara]

The one-and-a-half drow PCs' three NPC allies joining the party:

Shrinara is a drow bard from the remote Chiming Court. She was taken to the Navel as a candidate to become a priestess of Lolth, but the PCs helped her get out of that arrangement before she was taken to the trial in the Abyss. Which means she is now on the run.

Rambunk Fumble is a young deep gnome troublemaker from a place literally called Shady Town. He enjoys a bit of "harmless" mayhem* a bit too much for the guard captain's liking and has gone to jail on the regular. He is now on an educational journey aka dangerous mission.

Gnask is a goblin and wandering revolutionary who strives to incite rebellions and end hierarchic injustice… no kings, no gods. Gnask can absorb the innate traits of up to three other creatures, and when I rolled, one of the ones he got was troll regeneration.

*often involving alchemist's fire

[drewthefox0310]

Halo 🐾

[cassyniteart]

She's so lonely (does it to herself)

[m1l0-l34f]

Drew these NPCs from my DM’s campaign my characters boyfriend and our favorite they/them

Faceless cause I’m not that good yet

DM’s art of my characters (for my campaign) under the cut

[redndragons]

Entalina the wizard with a long pointy hat

[kissthem-forme]

Dnd character sprites!

[tophettheoliveoilman]

Geovan Mulde're was once considered a great man.

One of 7 council members governing the city-state of Vein Zelm’r, Grand Arcanist of its prestigious magic academy known as The Lexanthiant, wielder of the Hell-Queens' lingering defeat, trusted friend, husband, and father.

After losing his wife and daughter to the actions of a group known as The Jokers Wilde, an entity reached his ears in the darkness. "You can have them back for good" it whispered "and I will personally ensure their safety. All I request, is your aid in making my return possible... and safe."

It was this thing, which showed him the Hell-Queens' pooled remains, naught but energy left from a failed giantess. It was this thing, which drove him to be Grand Arcanist, then council member. It was this thing, which taught him to construct amalgams of metal clockwork and flesh, and use them to create fear. Fear, which would be drawn to the focus of the underground churches, though I found out many of the cultists ignored my instructions to ensure the people they harvested fear from returned to the surface alive. And it was this thing, which stated I had earned its trust, and its name.

Tophet, God over the domains of Fear, Death, and Shadows.

It was not this thing, however, that was forced to enact Tophets premature return, turning half the populace to stone. It was not this thing ripping families apart. It was not this thing draining The Crystal City of its lively luster. It was not this thing, who's hordes of creations covered the city, designed to bring forth as much terror and despair as possible!

It was not this thing, who declared that it was all worth it.

It was me. Geovan Mulde're, a once great man.

One of 3 surviving council members which once governed the reclaimed city of Vein Zelm’r, a creator of orphans out of selfish vengance, cursed with the responsibility of the Hell-Queens' lingering defeat, commander of the army of Tophet...

Trusted friend, husband, and father.