dnd-homebrew5e:

pirated-corgis:

so my oath breaker paladin SQWAAAA got into a scuffle with a magical girl paladin a while back. by scuffle i mean they murdered them for their magical battle axe. heres my updated roll20 sprite

the magic battle axe is a powerful weapon to those pure of heart. when raised to the heavens the wielder can enchant the axe with fire, ice, thunder and radient damage. 

SQWAAAA is anything but pure, so when they use this ability they take half the element/radient damage they give… so most of the time they just use it like a battle axe. a really pretty shiny battle axe. that is theirs. dont you dare touch it. its SQWAAAA’s.

I love this so fucking much. Pink Sugar Heart Attack every motherfucker out there SQWAAAA! I believe in you.

dungeonmastersconsortium:

A hero crits an enemy: Knocks off approx 1/15th of their health bar. Everyone is healed for 7 stress.

An enemy crits a hero: Knocks everyone in the party to Death’s Door at the same time. Deals enough stress damage to trigger three resolve checks. Afflicts everyone in a tragic domino effect. Kills one of the heroes chilling back at the hamlet instantly. Destroys one of your building upgrades. Slaps you in real life.

They dun fucked up

yourplayersaidwhat:

(For context my party I DM for includes a Drow Assassin (Ilyena) and a Drow War Cleric (Taldor). They are in a homebrew campaign and are investigating attacks in a near by village. This is slightly paraphrased)

Taldor, rolling to investigate foot prints

Me (DM)- the foor print goes all around the scarecrows and all over the cornfield

Taldor- Ok, whatever the thing is seems to like the scarecrow

(They decided to put the scarecrows in one place to lure the attacking thing into a trap)

Ilyena- We should put them in a circle instead of rows

Taldor- ok, I’m gunna hide in the middle of them.

Ilyena- ok…Im hiding in the field.

Me(DM)- as the sun sets and the sky darkens you begin to hear odd creaking…and all eight scarecrows turn their head.

Ilyena- oh fuck

Taldor- I fucked up.

(They both almost wiped)

gayprincesidon:

“The figure standing on the pedestal turned around, his face shadowed by the hood of his cloak.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said apologetically. ‘This will just be a moment.’  Before anyone could move, he raised his hands and said something unintelligible and coarse. The symbol beneath his feet glowed, sending up a pillar of light obscuring him, and the world seemed to shatter.”

Commission for @mydadownsgoogle of their DnD npc Epoch! He was so fun to draw ❤