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I’ve been saving one of these little bastards for last for ages now as a joke to myself, and it’s finally come time thar I can post him!
I’m so relieved to have made it through basically all of the Fiends of DND now, minus some truly, truly obscure ones I’ll do later and the Spider Demons, which I do deeply want to try to reinterpret eventually, and the Demodands. I may also eventually make models of some quasi-official Obyriths, since there are so few of them.
Next up, however, is my return to my old Modron reworks to redo them now that we have Kitbashing, since I didn’t have those tools way back when I did those the first time, then maybe I’ll take a stab at reworking Celestials.
Anyways, lore on Rupture Demons! Link in comments.
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The weakest and most simplistic of Juiblex’s offspring, Rupture Demons are also among the few of his creations which are actually Demons rather than just ordinary Oozes. Dim witted beasts which lash out at anything which comes near without thoughts for self-preservation, Rupture Demons are so named due to their penchant for erupting in bursts of caustic sludge and ichor when slain. While harmful to other creatures, the resultant spray of what amounts to gelatinous viscera is actually healing and empowering to any nearby Demons. As such, it is not uncommon to see smarter Demons squashing the unfortunate little piles of sludge to heal themselves when in combat with mightier foes. While it would appear Juiblex is unbothered by the constant slaughter of his most hapless and minuscule of children, some Fiendish scholars suspect that there is some slower, more devious plot at work in his allowing other Demons to infuse themselves with healing muck from the Rupture Demons. As with all things related to Juiblex, his motives—if he even has any—remain unclear, murky as if by design though just as likely as if by negligence and slothfulness.
A ghost animating the rags that make up her clothes. She creates and sells potions, storing them inside herself.
Though a Dragon Slayer, he himself keeps one. a Feral dragon though, unable to speak or transform, simply a gentle giant acting on instict. His Heart is that of a dragon, instead of his own to gain his immense strength and to hold the connection with his gargantuan partner.
Quotation is from Detective Comics #787
Deep within the borders of the empire, Tlincalli raiders roam the golden sands in search of merchant caravans and unlucky tourists. Once they were high elves, but during the great elven wars they betrayed their kin and became the malformed scorpion-folk they are today. Perhaps they truly are evil and unredeemable, or perhaps there is more to their story. There are many similarities between the Tlincalli and the Gorgonian Yuan’ti, but where do those similarities end?
My high (sun) elves are heavily inspired by a mix of North African and middle eastern cultures. They live in harsh deserts and have become the largest empire the world has ever seen. For the scorpion-folk I wanted an even more ancient look, almost like they haven’t changed their fashion since their betrayal during the war (almost 4000 years ago). So i went with a sort of Bronze Age helmet and instead of a curved blade I’d normally use for desert dwelling people, I chose a straight and short sword that feels more Bronze Age than high medieval. The scorpion body itself was quite difficult but I really like the result, I’m glad I didn’t just color it all black like I had first intended.
As always I feel it’s important to say that even tho I’m inspired by real cultures and history, this is in no way meant to represent those real cultures and their place in our world.
Thank you so much for reading and viewing :)
He is a level 5 Path of the giant barbarian, and is 50% human, 47.75% Goliath/Giant and 2.25% Divine.
Currently he feels 'too human' and a bit sparse for his gaint aspect, so looking for ways or tips I could include that from the masters such as yourself.
Name: Damian Blackwell
Age: 17
Faction: the mercs
Damian doesn’t care who wins this war as long as he gets paid to keep it going