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I run a homebrew campaign with some really close friends.

Naamah, the Tiefling Paladin of Vengeance is a 8ft tall powerhouse and the party's frontline. It was her birthday, so I drew her in the midst of a battle field.

Due to amnesia, Naamah doesn't remember much about her childhood, or past for that matter. All she remembers is waking up several years ago, with her name being Naamah, that she was a devout follower of Lilith (homebrew Goddess) and that she was part of a Paladin order called the Helldivers.

She believes it is her duty to serve people at the best of her ability while serving punishment to those who are deserving of it. In her travels, she hopes to uncover clues about her past, what her ties are to the Goddess Lilith and the Helldivers and who it was who gave her the name Naamah.

For just over a year now, my friend has been building me a DnD table which I designed, and which was inspired by Critical Role’s table, specifically to feature the “cockpit” DM seat.

The table slides open and you can insert a middle piece that allows it to accommodate up to 8 people total, and is made out of solid surface on top of cnc’d MDF.

This thing weighs an absolute ton, and was a nightmare getting it up a flight of stairs, but was absolutely worth it.

We’re thinking about adding some inlays, or some other small features like cup holders & usb chargers.

*Edit: About the build quality comments - the tabletop is made from .05” thick Corian solid surface (countertop material,) with a 1” MDF sub-top inside it, professionally fabricated. Perspective-wise, the legs look like they’re further away from the tip of the table than they actually are.

Here it is ready for play: https://www.reddit.com/r/DnD/s/alwZ6o9V6Q

Hi everyone! I drew this creature over the weekend for a personal project themed around the creatures and environment of pandemonium. I haven’t named this creature yet, but the initial idea was for it to be a manifestation of a slumbering gods dreams in the plane of pandemonium, eternally wandering the wastes under the hollow sun, “singing” out into the lonely plains.

I would love to hear ideas from everyone whether they be stat or lore related

A deep rumbling sound rises through the caverns as lava starts to rush around you. The flooding is quick and unrelenting, threatening to take you with it as the lava rises. Can you make it to the other side in time?

Welcome to the Flooding Chamber! This map features a cave chamber that quickly floods with lava. It features 9 total phases, adding pressure to your players to escape in time. It is perfect for an ambush or trap, and you can even add in combat to elevate the difficulty.

This map pack features alternate Lava and Slime variants (in case water isn't dangerous enough :D). Foundry VTT modules with pre-built walls and lighting are available to Gamemaster patrons.

Check out the complete map pack here.

Want to see more maps? Check out my map archive here.

This is my Dreamer OC she is a Monster Hunter the artist is sandpackman, and this is her backstory in first person:

I was born at home as the fourth of seven children. My biological father abandoned us early on, though he was never truly present to begin with. My mother, Elsa, worked as a popular escort in a brothel, and thanks to her success we enjoyed a modest but comfortable childhood. We lived in a large house with plenty of room for us to run wild. I remember having many friends, spending long days playing outside beneath the sun. My closest friend was a half‑orc boy named Creed. We grew up side by side, often getting into trouble together. From what I recall, my childhood was a happy one.

As my mother aged, the world grew less willing to pay for her beauty. Her work slowed, and when the tavern noticed her decline in popularity, she was dismissed. With no income left, she gathered us and moved into my oldest brother’s home. Space was already tight, and I knew I could fend for myself, so I decided it was time to leave. Creed refused to let me go alone and insisted on joining me. We shared many laughs on the road; he foraged while I set up camp, and for a while it felt like our future was opening before us. But as we traveled, I began to notice the way Creed looked at me the blush when I caught him staring, the quiet moments that lingered too long. We flirted more, and slowly, I fell in love with my best friend.

One night, we were attacked by a Wight. It struck first, grabbing my leg and withering it as it drained my life. Creed fought it off me, but in doing so, it claimed his life instead. I killed the Wight with Creed’s dagger, but my leg was too damaged to walk. I limped to the nearest town, where a leatherworker took pity on me and crafted a brace so I could stand again. It was there I dedicated myself to training with a blade, vowing to hunt the monsters that preyed on the innocent.

Knowing I was only as strong as my weapon, I sought out a noble family and begged for a loan to purchase a knightly sword. They agreed but at the cost of binding me to their service. I became their personal monster hunter, working to pay off a debt whose interest was a trap I hadn’t seen coming. Still, I hope that through enough hard work, I’ll one day free myself and hunt on my own terms.

“The sun was rising, but there the sky was still the same. Fire and hot vapors, melted with the exhalations of the fetid swamp at the roots of the mountains, contributed to create that strange color all around. And still, one of the knights awaited for a sign. The dragon felt it in the air, the enemy was approaching, but this time they would not be taken unprepared. The last battle took away something more than a scar and some tooth…”.

Hi all, hope you will enjoy my art!

I’m a ttrpgs illustrator, and did several art for many games over the years.

I am open for commissions, feel free to DM me.

My Instagram is simone_tammetta_art instead.

Thank you for all the support on other posts I shared!

This is one of my favorite OCs I made the artist I comm'd is Federica Raso (This is a reposting from my old deleted post, but formatted correctly). Her name is Ossian Mourndawn and this is her backstory in first person:

I’ve been told I have a light about me something soft, and celestial. People see it and assume I’m good, or pure, or destined for something grand. They don’t know how heavy it feels to carry a glow you never asked for.

My father was an angel once. A real one. Wings, radiance, vows all of it. And he broke those vows for love. He committed a sin so terrible the heavens cast him out. Some say he fell like a star. Others say he walked away willingly. I don’t know which version is true. I don’t know him at all. My mother was human. Gentle. Kind. She used to hum lullabies that made the air feel warm. But she disappeared when I was still young enough to need her. No note. No explanation. Just gone. People whispered that she couldn’t handle raising a celestial child alone. Others whispered that my father came back for her. I don’t know which hurts more.

I grew up in the care of people who meant well but never let me forget what I was. Not who... what. A reminder of a fallen angel’s shame. A symbol of something broken. A responsibility they didn’t ask for. I learned early that people liked me better when I was quiet. When I was helpful. When I smiled and nodded and made myself small enough to fit whatever shape they needed. Serving others became… comforting. Safe. Predictable. If I lived for someone else, I didn’t have to think about who I was supposed to be. Or who I might become.

Sometimes I wonder if the stain that marked my father is somewhere inside me too, waiting. If I make one wrong choice one selfish choice will I fall like he did? Will I hurt someone the way he did? Will I be cast out of whatever fragile place I’ve managed to carve for myself? I don’t know what happened to my parents. I don’t know if they’re alive, or if they ever loved me the way I’ve spent my whole life trying to love others. But I do know this If I can be good enough, kind enough, useful enough… maybe someone will stay. Maybe someone will choose me. Maybe I’ll finally feel like I belong to something or someone that won’t disappear. Until then, I’ll keep shining for others. It’s the only way I know how to keep the darkness away.