#verris

[chungledownbi]

it's so fucked up that I can't come on tumblr and read what other people think about my dnd session that just happened. they kissed, if you even care

[we-are-a-dragon]

Thaddeus (khajiit paladin): *hand on weapon* Who are you, and why are you here?

DM: The hag’s voice is raspy and unpleasant. “I was sent here by my master, Helinala Summerleaf.”

Thaddeus: Wait a second. Does that name sound familiar?

DM: The guy who hired you is named Verris Summerleaf.

Godric (fairy warlock): What’s under the furs?

DM: “Her phylactery.”

Godric: She’s a lich?

DM: She puts her hands up placatingly. “She used white magic only... Phylacteries are not only the realm of evil mages. I was sent to retrieve her spellbook and reunite it with her soul, but she didn’t give me permission to enter the house before she died. I’ve been clanking and clawing to get Verris’s attention.”

Thaddeus: White magic?

DM: “She’s a good person. This is her last wish, to bring her peace.”

Godric: And we have only your word for that?

DM: She shrugs. “You make a good, if somewhat racist, point.”

[samissimo]

Some other drawings I did a couple months ago and two Sprouts I did a couple days ago

[katartna]

Make Amends is a fun romp about some good beans doing their best!

[thefrogwild]

a day late bc i forgot but here's all the (serious) stuff I drew for the Surprise Round halloween art dump!

[hollyhocktea]

Sweet baby girl who I adore with all my heart and soul!

@bigmovingtarget ‘s Verris is the best. Do you like soft babies, because I sure do, and Verris is where it’s AT!

PS, go watch Make Amends, it’s really good.

[we-are-a-dragon]

Sea elf: About five days ago, this rattling and clanking started in my attic.

Godric (fairy warlock): ...So, have you checked it out?

Sea elf: No! Would you??

Seraph (siren sorcerer): Yes, we’re adventurers.

Thaddeus (khajiit paladin): Possibly a bad example.

[we-are-a-dragon]

Godric (fairy warlock): I have a look for clues in Helinala’s bedroom.

DM: As Wild Margritte implied, Helinala was an amazingly disorganised person. Her room is almost impossible to find anything in, but you do turn up a locket under her pillow. There’s an engraving of a young elf inside it.

Godric: I take it back to the library and ask Verris if he recognises the subject.

DM: He’s an absolute mess from reminiscing about his sister and their childhood by now. He takes the locket and bursts into tears. “It’s me! She had this locket made when we were children and she thought I’d died... I didn’t know she’d kept it all this time!”

Seraph (siren sorcerer): Have you tried your own name?

DM: He sniffs and says, “Verris Summerleaf?” The golden cage pulses, then retracts.

Godric: ...

Seraph: ...

Everyone: ...