#gaille

[twilightdomain]

posting again instead of reblogging the old version: which of my 7 most-played dnd characters are you?

results listed under the cut

Demoneyes Nightkiller:

CLASS: Thief and Phoenix Sorcerer. // DEMEANOR: Raccoon stuck in your attic. // SPEED: Absurd. // ASPIRATIONS: Kill God, eat breakfast sandwich.

Ásmundr "Oz" Vyers:

CLASS: Constantly spinning roulette wheel. // DEMEANOR: Tour guide at roadside Mystery Spot who just woke up. // LONG-TERM MEMORY: Huh? // ASPIRATIONS: Have a nice time, make friends.

Laeros LeFig:

CLASS: Sawbones rogue / Twilight cleric. // DEMEANOR: Disgruntled accountant treats your wounds and calls you an idiot ASMR. // MEDICAL LICENSE: Nonexistent. // ASPIRATIONS: Get through tomorrow, improve more lives than they end.

Declan:

CLASS: Trickery cleric / Rapscallion rogue. // DEMEANOR: Guy who might try and 1v1 a dragon but needs you to ask for no pickles for him. // LUCK: Un-fucking-believable. // ASPIRATIONS: Help cease the unraveling of the fabric of the universe, hold hands with pretty person.

Roan Kalbrie:

CLASS: Illusion wizard. // DEMEANOR: Protagonist of Hallmark holiday romcom in the process of having career-orientedness and dignity beaten out of them. // WARDROBE: Opulent. // ASPIRATIONS: Have a few drinks, maybe flirt a little; either travel across dimensions back to his office job, or give up and devote his life to harnessing the vast powers of the multiverse.

Van'izad Arbelan:

CLASS: Monk (Way of the Drunken Master). // DEMEANOR: Using nigh-preternatural self-discipline and wisdom of over a century of life to balance on precipice of complete breakdown. // COPING MECHANISMS: Intricate rituals. // ASPIRATIONS: Maintain the natural and rightful ephemerality of all things, keep it the fuck together.

Gaille Dustsower:

CLASS: Necromancer wizard. // DEMEANOR: Genuinely seems to lack the social finesse/stamina to just keep measuring and writing down random things to make you uncomfortable, but what other explanation is there? // FUN CHILDHOOD HOBBIES: Reading, astronomy, teeth collecting // ASPIRATION: Invent time magic to take back the past they ran too far from so they can get tucked in by their mom again and pretend they didn't kill all those people.

[enchanticleer]

ID: a half-body sketch of two original characters. a thin person with a fluffy curly ponytail and glasses is kissing the forehead of a burnt corpse, which is sitting upright and staring ahead. end ID

ok i didnt wait for ockiss22 here's gaille and @shloodles 's bernard (post-incineration+reanimation)

[shloodles]

[id: three panels of a traditional comic featuring three original characters. 1) two people in a swamp. a tall, thin human with a fluffy curly ponytail and big round glasses. they wear a long lab coat, rubber gloves, boots, and hold a plague doctor mask in one hand. in the other, they hold a stick, which they are poking a person on the ground with. the person on the ground is prone, tongue out, with x eyes, drooling slightly. she is a young, thin elf with a big floppy hat, long hair, and a long ratty coat. there’s a frog on her back and some flies around her. a text post by tumblr user plaguedocboi reads: *pokes you with my doctor stick as you lie face down on the ground*. 2) the same two people, angled from the front of the prone elf, the human staring blankly in the background. the elf is pulling herself up, clawing the mud in front of her, one of her back legs raised. she is making a silly zombie face, eyes rolled back, tongue out, and mud drips from her face. the frog jumps off her back. a text post by tumblr user plague-masks-n-mushrooms reads: *emits a cloud of toxic spores*. 3) a slightly older human with little round glasses from the waist up. they wear a coat and scarf and hold a small journal in one hand. they have curly hair pulled into a bun, a scar across their mouth, sparse stubble, and a pen is tucked behind their ear. they are looking down at the scene, unamused. a text post by tumblr user plaguedocboi reads: well there’s no need to be dramatic. end id] 

the swamp crew: Gaille (with the stick), Gwendolyn (in the mud), and Laeros (last panel). they’re all neighbors :)

Gaille and Laeros belong to @deretbeshelar ! Gwen is my own <3

[beast-feast]

Some rough ideas for what I'm thinking Gaille could do in the SnS mod!

I can't feel my right hand anymore please ehelp

[holyantenna]

Gaille Cito

[lerumdidum]

[twilightdomain]

2 weeks ago me and my friends started playing a little level 6 oneshot where we're going to a harvest festival but on the way a witch's curse shrinks us all tiny and we have to avoid forest creatures cause they're all big now and steal back the cure from her cottage like borrowers! :DD

we're on the third session now. in the first one a character died lacerated and with half their bones shattered, pushed out of a tree. in the second we (having played for 6 years together now) had to come up with mechanics for having a mental breakdown in combat. everyone's been unconscious and on death's door several times, fireballed mercilessly and repeatedly, and a character got torn to pieces by evard's tentacles, un-revivable. the second session ended right after we spent 8 hours huddling in terror under the cottage clutching the (1 unconscious, 1 dismembered) bodies of our fallen companions, and—i need you to know the original premise of this, as far as any of us including the GM planned, was exactly as i presented it at the beginning of this post it wasn't supposed to be like this oh god

[enchanticleer]

ID: two black and white digital sketches of a thin bedraggled person with long very wavy hair. in the first sketch, they are kneeling on the floor in front of some notebooks, looking wearily ahead towards the viewer with their left hand still writing. in the second they clutch a staff in one hand, the other clenched in front of them, and a fiercely triumphant expression, their teeth bared in a grin and braid whipping over their shoulder. dialogue above them reads "Yes, Bernard!!". end ID