A reference of my friend’s DND character, a Lizardfolk Druid named Mirik of The Mireclaw. He’s saved our ass on many occasions, and I love him dearly.

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A reference of my friend’s DND character, a Lizardfolk Druid named Mirik of The Mireclaw. He’s saved our ass on many occasions, and I love him dearly.
in case y’all were wondering where i’ve been this is what has been taking up most if not all of my time lately.
started a new dnd campaign late 2019 and it has become my hyper fixation for the past months, I love everyone in this all the pcs and the npcs and i love drawing the party so much. We r so chaotic and stupid
How Not To Heal
Behold my Lizardfolk Druid, Circle of Spores; Crunch-Bite Gizzard. Master of dead things, grower of living things from said dead things, maker of medicines the origins of which are better left a mystery.
Imagine a walking crocodile that has fungi growing on his back, carrying a stick with an assortment of bones, a human skull, moss, insect carapaces, and a hollowed out gourd full of seeds. That's the bastard.
To better blend into civilized society, he had to adopt a disguise; he wore a large overcoat, a wide-brimmed hat, and a bird-like mask. That's right! Plague doctor. It helped because lizardfolk were never allowed in, or even near, cities. That and he was nearly killed by guards a few times.
But it didn't help when people begged him for help, and being a creature of some rudimentary morality, he would oblige and offer some unorthodox medicines; slime molds grown from corpses, a mushroom off his back, an odd liquid he pours out from the skull on his stick. That sort of gross thing.
Funny story actually, he was running from some guards, and in an effort to lose them, he hid amongst a group of doctors examining a very sick and mostly dead patient. The guard came in and demanded that he be allowed to examine each doctor. The first one was human, the other 4 were Kenku, who then scattered. In the chaos, Crunch-Bite escaped.
My first painted mini with my friend's temple ruins diorama. I may do another mini of this character without the gloss coating. I always wanted to play my NB Lizardfolk druid born from parthenogenesis, Krox. They love nature, hugging dinosaurs, and reading the thesaurus.