The main party (incl. NPCs and PCs) of the DnD Campaign I’m currently running, “The Rise of the Sun King”.
(Far left is Gramore “The Sting” Hodgehollow, the halfling thief. Then Nomaria, the re-incarnation of one of the other characters (Latarius), sent back into the mortal world by the god of death; then 3 pantheistic monks; Hathron the Squire and his miniature golem; famed fencer Lord Astrid Busser Cassus III and his hawk; Constantine Seracus, his backpack “Blisk the Squire”, holding Princess Rane Albastion disguised as Kenneth the Page; Somaria, Warchieftess of the Eon’Quo Isle; her younger brother Latarius (deceased); Zedra the Medic of the Order of the Silver Star; Sir Aubrey “The Quill” Bohemond, reporter for the Mohandar Press; and her artist, now deceased. )
Namely, Math Girl, a dinosaur or two, and two characters from a DnD session I was in a while ago.
I played Detective Balinda the goblin, and another chap played “The Samurai”, my partner in crime-fighting. Halfway through the adventure, we sent our high-level paid mercenaries to go solve the world-ending mystery we were working on, and proceeded to tell the DM how we spent the next few weeks vacationing. I learned how to cook with local foods, we went to see the tourist attractions, I went shopping for some new outfits, he got us a chessboard, and eventually we got a timeshare. It was great!
It was worth it, though, cause DM loathed us for it.
Mondays are days on which I map a map of a fantastic land and then put it on tumblr! This time it’s a land called Scoria, northeast of the Ringlands, where Lieutenant Ore, crown prince of Scoria and my DND character in a friend’s campaign, hails from.
A campaign I just finished playing! Lieutenant Ore died early in the campaign, sacrificing himself to save the party, and was resurrected in the finale last night - to find himself helpless on one knee pleading with one of his old party members (one for whom Ore sacrificed himself originally) to help save the world and put down her sword - an act which ended with his head getting sliced off.
“Venice?” I hear you say! “I thought that you were only doing fantastical places that didn’t exist!” Well, THIS Venice doesn’t exist! Because in this Venice in the 1920s mages were hunted here by the elvish church, and halfling gypsies sang jazz, russian dwarves piloted biplanes, american orcs defected and slummed, tuxedoed english goblin spies ran with wristwatch-knife and a warterskin of martini, a pack of native fae threw wild big-band parties, and arabic gnomes all met in a mad land of chaos under a crazy Doge who tried to sink the city into the sea.
Mapday is a thing where I make a map of a place that doesn’t exist (or, well, not really) and I post it up on mondays under the #MAPDAY tag.
(Last week on Mapday: A City of Refugees and favellas, the Port of Victwain! Final map from that campaign I ran last year. Whew!)
Dashelle Devrae, that character who I created to replace Lieutenant Ore. Of course, the adventure after I make her, we come across a Deck of Many Things, I end up challenging a stone god to a drawing duel and end up stuck thousands of feet underground in an eternal bubble never to be seen again.
Recently played a two person game of DND where we both played 15th level characters. It was an elvish Archmage and I, an 11th level barbarian/duelist pixie, and we waltzed around invisibly flying and escorting a party of adventurers through a trap-laden dungeon.
A note to DND players: Permanent invisibility + permanent flying = breaks everything
Inquisitor Dashelle DeVrae of the Dreadnights, my new character in that 3.5 campaign I’m in. Half-sister of Lieutenant Ore and the inquisitor currently trying to figure out what in the world Lieutenant Ore’s story was, DeVrae is a monk/rogue with a healthy respect for punchin’ peeps in the snout