u/Ginarose_loveless

if I had a nickel for the amout of life series references I could make I’d have-(gets strangled)

This is Casper, he’s gourdy’s pet, I’ve posted about him before if you want his full backstory and stuff. Now im having trouble balancing his stats, trinket, and ability, i dont know if I should go speed and stealth or give those stars to extraction and stamina. I also don’t know if I went overboard with the speed.

(Backstory and explanation for my boy)

He hasn’t come to 2 d&d nights, we host d&d nights every 2 weeks so thats 4 weeks about to be 6.

I feel like the texts are self explanatory, he got a job opportunity and he promptly ghosts the group and me to focus on it, he‘s my friend, so I was the one that had to talk to the group, I stood by him.

I don’t text him daily just once in a while, if the dates don‘t speak for themselves, I have waited 2 weeks for even a slight nod or hello and I'm fucking sick of it, I typed up a whole thing on image 3 and sent it to him without thinking…. I now can’t delete it and I already regret it, but I don’t feel like I’m in the wrong.

Am I overreacting?

Now, I am still a pretty new player to D&D, so I am seeking guidance and also need someone to proofread this whole thing. We have just finished session 0 which took five days, I played as Nova’s mother Serapha a Tiefling cleric (last image) and we were forced to die by dragon acid, my character died first, and I decided to make it my child have trust issues right off the bat because I should’ve had more issues with the fact that my team left me.

I am choosing to be a warlock, we don’t have a name for the patron, but he is the demon grandfather to nova. I chose to go for pact of tone and could really use some help with choosing the spells, I know that I want find familiar and unseen servant.

I really want her to have a friendly vibe, even though she’s trying to be emo so all of her spells are helping spells or just cute things, of course I still want to deal damage, but I still wanna help my team.

now I know it’s really long so if you it, go ahead and just comment if you want to, but here’s the rest of the story

thank you for reading

They didn’t let us watch. They just herded us toward the docks like cattle, forcing us to listen while the sky tore itself apart and the town collapsed. My mum was the first to go down, trampled by the very cowards she spent her life preaching forgiveness to. She raised me on the ways of light and Lathander, but she also had an orc teacher who secretly taught her fighting and necromancy. When the sky fell, her god turned a blind eye. The town ran, leaving me with nothing.

After that, I was passed around like cursed luggage. By twelve, my horns grew in heavy and sharp, so I leaned into it. I became the village menace, stealing for no reason. I was completely rubbish at it and got caught every time, making me the most unliked person in the place. So honestly? Fuck the town. Fuck their heroes. Being good got my mum dead.

Seeking answers, I dug through the old church records and used them to track down my grandfather. The bloke is a total dick. He just scoffed at my pale blue skin, threw a tiny pocketbook of basic spells at my head, and said it was "out of kindness." He expected a terrifying devil. Instead, I stood there looking like an eccentric, alternative-club rogue in a mismatched leather vest, a pleated purple skirt, and thick blue leg warmers.

Refusing to let him see I knew nothing, I grabbed his book, ran deep into the forest, and cast my very first spell. A small spirit manifested at my feet—a tiny, blue-furred rat. I named it Sera, short for Serapha. My mum's name.

Looking down at Sera, I noticed a strange lump slumped against a nearby tree.

That was how I found Lilith. She was an ambitious rogue scholar who had already seduced the king's wife, but her grand plan for regicide hit a snag: while hunting for the perfect venom to poison the king, she accidentally poisoned herself. She was on the forest floor, half-dead. I rushed her straight to the hospital, and as the poison cleared, we started talking.

She was a total disaster of a mage with a bruised ego and pockets stuffed with stolen, forbidden spellbooks she could barely use—and I loved her immediately. From that ward onward, we were inseparable. Whenever she needed to get out of a pickle, I was there for her, and whenever I was robbing someone, she had my back.

(yes Ai did write this I needed help and who am I gonna ask my table members? I wanted to keep my cards close to my chest again thank you for reading)

Now, I am still a pretty new player to D&D, so I am seeking guidance and also need someone to proofread this whole thing. We have just finished session 0 which took five days, I played as Nova’s mother Serapha a Tiefling cleric (last image) and we were forced to die by dragon acid, my character died first, and I decided to make it my child have trust issues right off the bat because I should’ve had more issues with the fact that my team left me.

I am choosing to be a warlock, we don’t have a name for the patron, but he is the demon grandfather to nova. I chose to go for pact of tone and could really use some help with choosing the spells, I know that I want find familiar and unseen servant.

I really want her to have a friendly vibe, even though she’s trying to be emo so all of her spells are helping spells or just cute things, of course I still deal damage, but I still wanna help my team.

now I know it’s really long so if you Don’t want to read it, go ahead and just comment if you want to, but here’s the rest of the story

thank you for reading

They didn’t let us watch. They just herded us toward the docks like cattle, forcing us to listen while the sky tore itself apart and the town collapsed. My mum was the first to go down, trampled by the very cowards she spent her life preaching forgiveness to. She raised me on the ways of light and Lathander, but she also had an orc teacher who secretly taught her fighting and necromancy. When the sky fell, her god turned a blind eye. The town ran, leaving me with nothing.

After that, I was passed around like cursed luggage. By twelve, my horns grew in heavy and sharp, so I leaned into it. I became the village menace, stealing for no reason. I was completely rubbish at it and got caught every time, making me the most unliked person in the place. So honestly? Fuck the town. Fuck their heroes. Being good got my mum dead.

Seeking answers, I dug through the old church records and used them to track down my grandfather. The bloke is a total dick. He just scoffed at my pale blue skin, threw a tiny pocketbook of basic spells at my head, and said it was "out of kindness." He expected a terrifying devil. Instead, I stood there looking like an eccentric, alternative-club rogue in a mismatched leather vest, a pleated purple skirt, and thick blue leg warmers.

Refusing to let him see I knew nothing, I grabbed his book, ran deep into the forest, and cast my very first spell. A small spirit manifested at my feet—a tiny, blue-furred rat. I named it Sera, short for Serapha. My mum's name.

Looking down at Sera, I noticed a strange lump slumped against a nearby tree.

That was how I found Lilith. She was an ambitious rogue scholar who had already seduced the king's wife, but her grand plan for regicide hit a snag: while hunting for the perfect venom to poison the king, she accidentally poisoned herself. She was on the forest floor, half-dead. I rushed her straight to the hospital, and as the poison cleared, we started talking.

She was a total disaster of a mage with a bruised ego and pockets stuffed with stolen, forbidden spellbooks she could barely use—and I loved her immediately. From that ward onward, we were inseparable. Whenever she needed to get out of a pickle, I was there for her, and whenever I was robbing someone, she had my back.

(yes Ai did write this I needed help and who am I gonna ask my table members? I wanted to keep my cards close to my chest) again thank you for reading

I liked the idea of all the event mains having pets, so I made gourdy a cat! His name is Casper and he’s a ghost cat, he's such a smart little guy who always know when toons are in need of comfort or help. In his rare twisted form, Casper, who has a passion for food will notice food like toons much more easily (unless they have 4+ stealth). If he’s on the same floor as gourdy, he’ll stay by his side unless gourdy hits 50% where he’ll search the floor for items. I liked the idea of Casper being at gourdy’s side as he twisted, casper attempted to leave but was caught by gourdy and twisted as his bones cracked in the hug. Twisted Casper has a speed akin to toodles and line of sight akin to brusha, but he's just as loud as pebble with a loud meow and hiss if he notices you.

I love this little guy, hope you guys love him too