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Fell, she/they, English, currently obsessed with DnD and other ttrpgs. I do art sometimes. I am the GM of two tabletop roleplays on this very site:

- Beyond Moonlight's Reach, a story of four young dragons growing up in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world, and using the Powered by the Apocalypse game Epyllion.

- Search for Tir na Og, a DnD 5e campaign set in the Planescape setting where a group of strangers from all across the multiverse come together to solve the mystery about what happened to the Celtic gods after they and their homelands were mysteriously spirited away.

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Realised Brutrumukk hadn't left the room yet so welcome to Jub's 55th attempt to get Brutrumukk not to charge headfirst into danger.
Jub the Peculiar


Jub waited until Aaliyah was gone before he started setting up the ritual for Find Familiar, and was just about to use his arcane focus to light the ingredients on fire when Brutrumukk said he was going to find the cat. "Oh for the love of..." Jub's words turned into a couple of goblin curses as he stopped what he was doing and turned towards the barbarian. "Do you want us to get kicked out? Aaliyah said if we're found wandering around without supervision, we were going to be in big trouble!"
Aw, dang it.

Jub is now caught between "rest and get my familiar back" and "stop Brutrumukk was getting them kicked out".
I'll get a post up for Jub in the next couple of days.
Among the Everwing children gathered around Grandfather Trafalgar, there was a boy in his early-to-mid teens who didn't seem like he quite belonged: he was much scruffier, two scars over his left eyebrow and dressed in clothes that had received so much wear-and-tear it was impossible to imagine what they had looked like when first made. He only half-listening to the story told by the old man, preferring to gaze around at those around him, first the children in his close vicinity, then at the area beyond.

It had been a few weeks now since he had vacated in his own island, and he was still getting used to the sights, sounds and smells of societies run by adults. While he was of the older kids from his island and one of the few who had memories from before they had been shipwrecked, those memories seemed to get foggier and more difficult to recall with each passing day, like some kind of dream. Not that he'd ever strained himself too much to remember. He had been happy where he'd been. Sure, there were things he thought could be better, would be better if he had allowed to take charge, but he wouldn't have traded it for anything.

And now it was gone, probably forever if he couldn't figure out some way to ingratiate himself back with his tribe.

Still, at least he was among other children again, even if they were very different from the ones he had grown up with, and he was eager to see the results of Four Winds Festival he had heard about. People learning to fly on giant fruit bats? That sounded pretty neat, actually. In fact, a part of him wondered if he could somehow sneak himself down into those ruins and locate his own winged companion. He, for a moment, allowed himself to imagine him finding one of those bats, taming it and then using it to fly all across the islands, locating all sorts of treasure and renown. Then, when he had traveled around for a little, he could maybe, possibly, return back to his island with all his riches, fame and, of course, his cool new steed and the Weasel Tribe would then beg him to return.

Miloh was so caught up in this daydream, it took him a few moments to notice when all the other children had left, and it was just him and Grandfather Trafalgar remaining, with the old man now addressing him about what to do with the money he had earned from his storytelling. "Errrrrrrrr...." Miloh began, glancing around him again at all the various shops and stalls as he tried to consider what they could buy.

Then his stomach gave a loud growl, and he suddenly realised how long it had been since he had eaten. He doubled over, suddenly feeling quite a bit weaker. "Food. Yeah, food sounds good right about now," he said.

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Speaking of 3D, look whose gnomish incarnation I've just made on Hero Forge.



Considering that I've been stuck on trying to draw Brutrumukk's new appearance for some time, this is actually very helpful, thank you.
That can probably be chalked up to Jub being in the Feywild. Despite being in the wilds, Jub looks nicer because of the Feywild? XD

Compared to everything looking terrifying in the Shadowfell.


Great, now you make want to draw a comparison "How all the party members look in the Prime Material, how they look in the Feywild and how they look in the Shadowfell". xP

Bugbear!Brutrumukk would have look like the embodiment of fear in the Shadowfell, let's be real.
What details have you discovered through this 3D rendering?


Mainly that I probably draw Jub as more well-kempt and neat than he actually should be, given he's a goblin who eats and scavenges stuff out of the trash.
A friend of mine did this 3D bust of Jub and I thought I'd share it with you all. I got to watch her make it and, I gotta say, seeing someone translate your design to 3D is an interesting experience. Makes you think about a lot of different details of your character you may not have previously considered.
Miloh of the Weasel Tribe


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