It's my party...

... my D&D party, that is.

The DM rebooted our campaign and we all rolled up new characters.

Flying up

Continuing the twice-annual posting schedule... ulp.

In-session sketch of Tokhuchar Karachor escaping the Underdark with the aid of mushrooms that allow one to fly.

A palpable touch

Coco and I had dinner tonight with some friends and the conversation turned (as it often does) to tabletop roleplaying games. I doodled this on the paper tablecloth during the conversation.

Gnith mac Derelei, half-orc fighter

Lance Corporal Gnith (LN) contemplates desertion as an alternative to the upcoming patrol with his squadron of misfits and ne'er-do-wells.

Palash Bêndva, Desert Shaman

Palash contemplates a broken basket before effecting repairs. C'hallah is nowhere to be found.

Daily Double 8

Today's prompt:  Draw determination.

Today's drawing: 

In the first D&D game I ever played, I rolled a critical fumble while my character, Ragnar, was fighting a hill giant and he fell down a steep cliff. Then one of my party mates rolled a critical fumble and shot Ragnar in the back. Then the hill giant rolled a critical hit and smashed Ragnar's head like an overripe watermelon. But he was on his feet. Determination.

Great game. I like some of the energy in the sketch.

 From the files:

Cowgirl sketch on graph paper?