#mtg dnd

[incorrect-mtg-theories]

Did yuo knowe: Dungeons and Dragons is actually a fictional game setting in Magic the Gathering and every time you play with the D&D sets you are playing as a Planeswalker who is playing D&D in Magic The Gathering? Magic The Gathering is also a fictional card game in Magic the Gathering if you count the first magic the gathering novel titled Arena as canon (true).

[nine-hells-and-purrgatory]

An Even Match (Maeve and Dorata)

Hey everyone! We have another 9 Hells fic. This time, we have Maeve and Dorata in this one. The two are having a nice little spar. Keeping up with one another and not holding back as they trade blows.

They aren’t supposed to be doing this.

He feints an attack, then swings a haymaker at her. She deflects with the sword.

Her muscles ache. She’s built for deskwork, not for this.

Then again, technically she isn’t here.

She’s not here, in this dusty arena, sparring with a man twice her size, deep in Riveteer territory.

Of course, technicality is the air she breathes. She’s not here to anyone unimportant. She’s here because he is important.

They circle each other, waiting for an opening. This is the part of fighting Maeve lives for, the dance portion, the elegance.

They exchange more blows. His get more and more wild, hers more and more reserved, focusing on defense. The sword she’s using is probably going to get dented. Unimportant.

The fight ebbs and flows, like all fights do. They both get in some good hits. Luckily, he’s got enough sense to hold back.

She wonders if she can outlast the anger. The hurt… the hurt she can’t outlast. But she can get through the anger. Help with the release.

She had had to convince him that it was even a good idea to start this fight. Both this sparring match, and what caused it.

Dueling in a political sense is her domain. Writing up her cases, presenting airtight evidence, dominating the competition with the pen not the sword.

It’s not where he likes to fight. But that was the point, of course. The point was to get a fight ring for people with prosthetics. And that was certainly important enough to fight for.

Of course, the powers that be have a lot of sway. And you can be right, you can have all the reasons and the money all lined up.

And they can still fuck you over, and you can still be back to square one, except this time all your hopes are crushed, and all you can feel is anger.

The fight has devolved by this point, Dorata hitting the wall just as much as he aims a swing at her. This is the part of physical fighting she dislikes, the deconstruction. The shattering of an intricate, twirling thing into base violence and rage.

She puts down her weapon. Fully drops it. It’s not useful to her anymore.

He stares at her, blankly, brow furrowed.

She flops onto the floor on her back, looking up at the high arched ceiling. He follows suit a moment after. There’s a moment of silence, there. Just the two of them, breathing hard, staring up at an unfeeling, cold hard ceiling.

She expects the silence to hold, for them to lay there, exhausted, letting the emotions drain into fatigue.

It… does not.

He crumples, turns onto his side, shaking with silent, tearless sobs. She turns to curl up next to him, to run a hand through his hair, providing wordless comfort.

The real comfort will come later, of course. Once they win. They’ve lost the battle, for sure, but the real fight is yet to begin.

She’s going to enjoy sicking Persephone on these fools.

[littjara-mirrorlake]

I actually made tamiyo! I built her as a reborn Owlin Scribes Wizard // Knowledge Cleric! I really enjoy building magic characters :)

Oh this is dope! I've just started with her and I'm doing reborn with flying speed, and Scribes Wizard as well! Cool to see we're on the same page with the Collector of Tales thing.

There's also a good argument to be made for Lore Bard, but in the end I decided that her high Int, ability to collect and cast a vast number of spells, usage of spell scrolls, and ritual casting pulled her too far towards Wizard.

[voidknightart]

Khazrith, my rad new rogue-sorcerer!

Their subclass allows them to capture spells of a certain level, and unleash them back through rifts. Or they can teleport through. I’m looking forward to next session to try it out ✨

The riftjumper rogue can be found here: https://www.dmsguild.com/m/product/376938

Written & concepted by @planar-cosmos

Check it out!

Dungeon Masters Guild

[teatime-with-owl]

In DnD 

Finally finished the Theros campaign after 6 months and Sophia's finally back in Ravnica and she hasn't even been there a full day and my DM is already having Sophia face her old nemesis, dealing with NPCs who demand proper paperwork.

[smolgruulgal]

Drew up a fun AU backstory swap idea for some dnd characters. I’m a big sucker for that sort of AU stuff :’))

[maris-solstice]

Y’all

something important we seem to be overlooking with the Guide art

That, ladies, gents, and nonbinary friends, is an honest-to-goodness Ravnican newspaper in that man’s hands.

[nine-hells-and-purrgatory]

Calm Before the Storm (Zain)

Hey everyone! Here is the next fic for 9 Hells AU. This time we have a Zain solo fic as we get a peak into him and a little bit of his work environment.

He had five minutes of peace before someone knocked on the door. Five minutes to do whatever he wanted before chaos unleashed. Before negotiations were to be made. He had all the reasons to be bitter, to be angry. In fact he should, but he rolls it right off him instead of sinking in and twisting the way he thinks. He needed to focus. His personal matters shouldn’t quell in business. If the whole economy goes down it’s going to be his fault and no one else. He looked down at the desk of messy papers and reviewed his notes once more.

‘You can meet a challenge with humility, grace and a brave soul, or you can do the opposite. And though these things are never easy, that each time is significant and important, and we need this to get us through, we do get to choose our response to some significances and how open we are to learning the lessons we have sewed. Emerging more empathic than we were before but choosing the wrong choice could turn the tides into a devastating matter…’

He tapped a pen against his chin. He always wondered why he was chosen for this position, how he got here. He knew how he got here technically but yet the memories were still hazy, the pain however, permanently stained his mind. And the scars didn’t help with the reminder. He knew in time that he would remember everything that happened. At least that’s what they said, ‘part of the healing process.’

There was a knock at the door. Early of course. He organized the papers into one pile and set them on the desk.

“You can come in.”

He composed himself, straightened his posture and smiled. If he can survive this, he can survive anything.