#eberron 5e

[nebulaeyedfish]

Valeina, Aerenal Soulknife rogue from my Eberon campaign. Previously an assassin for the undying court, they became trapped in a floating city in Cyree after the mourning and now explore the surface with their party to see if life can return.

Tags: @swanofstorie @raise-me-up-take-me-up @imflyingfish

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[stoupax]

a character reference sheet for Tav, my chaotic neutral Baldur’s Gate 3 protag. I don’t even have a fancy first or last name for him... just the default “Tav” has felt fitting since I fell into the hellhole of Early Access. he’s a rogue with the thief subclass, but I usually choose magic initiate: druid as a feat so he can have a wee bit more magic and, most importantly, beast speech, so he can talk with Scratch the dog, and Nudge the owlbear cub (and get the hot goss from other critters). I also play Tav in an Eberron 5e campaign, in which his subclass is arcane trickster.

7/30/22 edit: I’ve given him the last name Fenway because just “Tav” was getting chaotic (which suits him but I like to be organized)

some #backstory under the cut!

(cw: domestic violence)

Tav was born and raised in Baldur’s Gate. he is his human mother Flissa’s second child, by a high elf man she either cannot or will not name. her human husband Garrick was not happy about this, but he wasn’t particularly happy when he thought the expected baby was his anyway, so this was never going to be a great family dynamic. Flissa and Garrick’s marriage has always been turbulent and mutually abusive. Tav’s older half-sister, Yora, is ten years his senior, and when she was fourteen, she left home without saying goodbye.

Garrick was a sailor, Flissa was a professional swindler. Tav had special roles in Flissa’s various street grifts, and thought of it as a game, until he was old enough to understand how destitute they actually were. he became good at pickpocketing on his own, which Flissa also took advantage of. it was very easy to pretend being a hungry little urchin, because he was. it was easy for them both to pretend they were battered, because they were. Tav’s parents were not responsible spenders; thank goodness he could go to public school for free when Flissa didn’t want to keep track of him on the street.

when Tav was twelve, there was a massive fire in the tenement building his family lived in, in Brampton of the Lower City. it happened in the middle of the night, when most were sleeping. the fire was mostly contained to the one building, but nonetheless devastating. Flissa got herself out quickly. Garrick was much slower to react to the rapidly escalating situation, and Tav was, well, a very frightened kid who was more or less abandoned. it’s hard for Tav to remember exactly, but the way he understands the course of that night is: he was navigating through smoke and flame down a corridor, when his step-father bowled him over to rush out. Tav was able to get onto his feet again, despite injuries and actively burning. he was resuming his own escape when Garrick got himself trapped under falling beams and debris. Garrick called out to him, but Tav kept running. the rest is a blur; he has vague memories of waking up in the Harborside Hospital, covered in burns, being treated by various healers, neighbors in the cots around him. an unusually charitable cleric at this hospital made it possible for Tav to leave without a hefty bill, healthy but for the scarring on his legs, which had taken the most burn damage. he was reunited with Flissa. Garrick never got out.

Tav’s relationship with Flissa was at its best after the fire, but still not good. the back and forth between “work with me today,” and “go to school or anywhere else, I don’t want to see you” was exhausting for him. he often argued to “work” with her or skipped school to do his own “work,” or else he wouldn’t see any coin or a sufficient meal that day. he started stashing his own money and thinking of taking a page from Yora’s book.

at sixteen, Tav did leave, after an emotional blowout and physical altercation with his mother. he unintentionally concussed Flissa, and while she sat dazed on the floor of their small apartment, he gathered his money, the money of hers that he could find, and simply walked out the door. Tav maintains that the short stint of homelessness that followed was entirely worth it. no more fists bearing down on him, no more yelling, independence. the same old pickpocketing, stealing, and conning (on different streets than his mother’s ‘stomping grounds’) helped him get by until a Guild member offered to recruit him for an up and coming kingpin.

at the start of Baldur’s Gate 3, Tav is 26 years old. he’s been a professional spy under the codename/psued “Locke” for several years now, working for an information broker who mostly deals with pettier nobles trying to bring down other petty nobles. it’s an easy job, people-watching and stealing information; he’s good at it, well paid for it. he doesn’t need to pick pockets or steal trinkets anymore, but old habits die hard, and he sees it almost as a fun little game to himself; he likes to see how much he can get away with before anybody suspects something. he boasts never having had guards or any Flaming Fist come after him, even without Guild protection. he has a small apartment on the third floor of a decent boarding house in the Seatower neighborhood of the Lower City, and that is where he was walking to when the mindflayers’ nautiloid swept over the city.

you can look at his generic tag here, or artwork of him here.

[nebulaeyedfish]

The Departure of the Air Ship Hummingbird from the Lost City of Exalme at Sunset

This is a piece for my current dnd Campaign: an Ebberon campaign based around a Cyreean city that was able to lift above the Mourn fog as it rolled in, and is now, having lost contact with the outside world, sending adventures to the surface to investigate the fate of Cyree and see what has become of the world.

The AS Hummingbird is a unique model, built and piloted by an eccentric goblin who also invented aviators.

[nebulaeyedfish]

Ladies if your man is

a halfling

a cowboy

a wizard

a dinosaur herder

a gambler

a bandit

an enemy of what amounts to fantasy olive garden/the mafia

is an owner of a bar/gambling hall that's the abandoned dining car of a fancy train he tried to hijack

unwillingly part of a team of adventurers sent to explore the mournland

balding

Thats not ur man thats Dusty "7'n2" Devilsprout

Tags: @swanofstorie @imflyingfish @raise-me-up-take-me-up

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[historia-gloria]

Isn't it insane how you can associate a piece of music with something so strongly? Maybe this is just me, but oh gods.

My DM for my longest running campaign played Fake Plastic Trees by Ramin Djawadi from the Westworld soundtrack whenever we had emotional character chats in our Eberron game.

And occasionally, it will get shuffled into what I'm listening to on Spotify and every time, I nearly start crying

[historia-gloria]

My boyfriend is an artist and we've just basically finished (aside from one final monster session in like 4 months) a 3 and half year DnD campaign

He's drawing a full animatic currently of the party.

It's so good, I'm just so impressed

[sweetonmeclarence]

They've retained the Goth gene.

@wingedscribe RE: the Elves of Eberron