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Myconid

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #myconid #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #fungus #mushroom #fantasy

Tortuga Cleric

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #tortuga #undead #cleric #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #fantasy

Animated Objects

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #AnimatedObjects #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #Platemail #Armor #sword #broom #tapestry

Animal Lords

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #fantasy #anthropomorphic #mongoose #capybara #BasiliskLizard #RainForest #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #AnimalLords

Oddities on Parade: The Goblin Flimflammer’s Stall

1. Night in a box: A mortal day of Faerie’s night, sealed in a handy container. Opening the box blankets a single 6-mile hex in Faerie’s night for 24 hours. May contain other things from Faerie as well.
2. Somebody else’s name: A name that belonged to somebody you never heard of. It comes with a full identity and includes all associated titles, debts, enemies, and death threats.
3. Stolen Glory: A ring containing pilfered fame or infamy and stolen valor. Wearing the ring bestows the reputation contained within, for good or ill
4. Vials of Liquefied Genius: Each bottle contains a single moment of impossible insight. Tends to be addictive and may leave the drinker desperate for another taste.
5. Wings: Bird-like wings that slip on over the arms. Allow one to fly like a bird. Do not confer actual skill in flying like a bird or prevent crashes due to arm exhaustion.
6. Obligations: Paper contracts saying that you are owed obligations from various fey and other immortals. They may be more trouble than they are worth; buyers should inquire who owes them their newly purchased favor.
7. Somebody’s affection. A necklace containing all the love of a single person. Wearing the necklace causes that person to become obsessively, possessively, stalkerishly in love with you, which is never as harmless as it sounds.
8. Faerie Soil: Potting soil from Faerie. Any seed planted in the soil grows four times its normal size in 2 days. May cause sentience or mutations.
9. Faces: Beautiful handcrafted faces of wood and paper, worn like masks. They become your face for as long as they remain attached. Whether they can be removed afterward is between you and the mask.
10. A bag of endless fake gold: An endless supply of fake gold nuggets. The nuggets disappear at midnight. Use at your own risk.
11. Titles: Titles to various realms in Faerie. Come with insufferable subjects, ridiculous obligations, impossible dues, improbable income, and the occasional inconvenient quest.
12. Bottled Secrets: There is nothing more dangerous than a secret that is not your own. Buy at your own risk.

D&D’s Gen Con keynote promises a great return from parts undefined

https://web.brid.gy/r/https://www.rascal.news/d-ds-gen-con-keynote-promises-a-great-return-from-parts-undefined/

Dragonborn Knight with Greatsword

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #dragonborn #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #fantasy #dragon #sword #greatsword #knight

Movie TV Tech Geeks #TV #Animation #DungeonsDragons 6 Animated Series Perfect for Dungeons & Dragons Fans http://dlvr.it/TTq3yh

Dungeons & Dragons presenta una nueva era para sus fans con World of Warcraft, Dark Sun y Star Wars

https://powerups.es/dungeons-dragons-presenta-una-nueva-era-para-sus-fans-con-world-of-warcraft-dark-sun-y-star-wars/

#JuegosDeMesa #Noticias #DarkSun #DungeonsDragons #StarWars #TTRPG #WizardsOfTheCoast #WorldOfWarcraft

Air Elemental

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #AirElemental #elemental #air #wizard #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #fantasy #summoning

Sirius Dice presenta las miniaturas de D&D Red Box Basic Set, una colección inspirada en la icónica portada de 1983

https://powerups.es/sirius-dice-presenta-las-miniaturas-de-dd-red-box-basic-set-una-coleccion-inspirada-en-la-iconica-portada-de-1983/

#JuegosDeMesa #Noticias #DDRedBoxBasicSet #DnD #DungeonsDragons #SiriusDice

Aboleth

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #aboleth #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #fantasy

Aarakocra Skirmisher & Aeromancer

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #aarakocra #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #fantasy #bird #aeromancer #skirmisher #kingfisher #macaw

‘Dungeons & Dragons’ Writer-Director Reveals Sequel Has Been Written, Hasn’t Been Made For “Financial Reasons”
#News #DungeonsDragons #DungeonsDragonsHonorAmongThieves #JonathanGoldstein #Sequel

https://deadline.com/2026/07/dungeons-dragons-sequel-written-not-made-financial-reasons-1237004151/

Social Digest 2026.07.19-2026.07.25

https://apollolemmon.com/2026/07/26/social-digest-2026-07-19-2026-07-25/

‘Dungeons & Dragons’ Sequel Was Written but May Never Be Filmed Due to ‘Financial Reasons’
#Variety #News #DungeonsDragons #DungeonsDragonsHonorAmongThieves #JonathanGoldstein

https://variety.com/2026/film/news/dungeons-and-dragons-sequel-written-never-filmed-financial-1236821132/

On groove après la canicule sur GrosPixels, avec un nouveau Grosmix ! Il s'agit cette fois d'une reprise de "Advanced Dungeons & Dragons: Pool Of Radiance (NES version) - Diogene Cave, Game Over and Ending themes", sur une musique originale de Seiji Toda (1992). Bon été, et bonnes vacances si vous le pouvez !

#musique #remix #jeuvidéo #dungeonsDragons

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAq57UkIvgw

I wrote a thing about a cartoon:

https://bzangygroink.co.uk/archives/2026/07/12/vox-machina-s4/

#VoxMachina #dungeonsdragons

‘Dungeon Masters’: D&D Maker Sets ‘Arcana Unleashed’ as Season 2 Campaign for Actual-Play TV Series (EXCLUSIVE)
#Variety #News #DungeonMasters #DungeonsDragons #WizardsoftheCoast

https://variety.com/2026/tv/news/dungeon-masters-season-2-arcana-unleashed-release-date-1236788824/

Lolthin soturi (Drowin tie #3) - R. A. Salvatore
Julkaistu 22.6.2026

#Fantasia #DungeonsDragons #ForgottenRealms
https://www.risingshadow.fi/book/10366-lolthin-soturi

Dragonborn Artificer with his Mecha-dragon

#sketch-a-day #art #graphite #dragonborn #artificer #DnD #Dungeons&Dragons #mech #dragon #fantasy

Three Things Challenge #MM447

https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/06/07/three-things-challenge-mm447/

Three Things Challenge #MM446

https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/06/06/three-things-challenge-mm446/

Three Things Challenge #MM445

https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/06/05/three-things-challenge-mm445/

Three Things Challenge #MM444

https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/06/04/three-things-challenge-mm444/

Oddities On Parade: Strange Laws of New Mountainheart

New Mountainheart is a legal headache masquerading as a country. When humans, dwarves, fey, awakened animals, awakened plants, and the occasional giant are all citizens under the same crown, the law can get… unusual. Here is a sampling of bizarre laws that seem absurd at first glance but make perfect sense once you remember just how strange New Mountainheart really is.

1. Article 71 Supplemental Accessibility Clarification: Public buildings whose intended clientele is all under 1 foot tall are exempt from Article 71, Section 7 of the building code, not required to provide entrances accessible to beings exceeding 8 feet in height or 6 feet in shoulder width
2. The Metaphorical Weaponization Prevention Statute: Due to numerous complaints from various mortals of severe head trauma, fey jokes that use the word club (as in a group of people defined by membership) as a pun with the weapon of the same name are hereby classified as aggravated linguistic assault
3. The Equine Occupational Temperance Statute: It is illegal to sell or otherwise provide alcoholic beverages to horses, mules, or donkeys during working hours, no matter how much they beg for a drink.
4. The Arborial Bodily Integrity Act: Tapping, drilling, or otherwise piercing the bark of a tree without permission is considered felony assault.
5. The Universal Personhood and Predatory Conduct Act: Attacking any creature with the intent to eat it is considered attempted murder. Natural predatory instinct shall not constitute a legal defense
6. The Fair Speech and Consent in Introductions Ordinance: The phrases ” May I have your name” and “May I take your name” are hereby banned from all contexts
7. The Unauthorized Murder Prevention Ordinance: Any assembly of three or more non-guild crows shall be treated as an unsanctioned murder under the charter of the corvid’s guild and hereby subject to guild punishments.
8. The Anti-Glamour Fraud Statute: The sale of illusory or invisible goods is hereby prohibited.
9. The Public Molluscan Transit Safety and Civic Infrastructure Protection Ordinance: The spreading, spilling, or unauthorized disposal of salt upon any public roadway shall be considered vandalism of civic property, reckless endangerment of municipal gastropod assets, and the creation of a public traffic hazard
10. The Residential Climatic Alteration and Stormwater Management Code: Weather-altering magic is permissible so long as the effect is restricted to a space no larger than 20×20 feet on one’s own property. Alterations to weather any larger than that require the written consent of property owners and or relevant local, regional, or national government officials as necessary.
11. The Ethical Transfiguration Standards Act: Polymorphing a sentient entity requires written permission from the transformee and cannot be permanent.
    • The above restriction shall not apply to Tansy Fleetfoot
12. The Domestic Thaumic Coercion Prohibition Statute: The use of any citizen’s true name to bind, charm, or otherwise manipulate with magic is illegal. The use of a true name to bind, charm, or otherwise manipulate with magic any noncitizen is allowable so long as the ensorcelled is not forced to commit crimes within the boundaries of the kingdom.

Three Things Challenge #MM442

https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/06/02/three-things-challenge-mm442/

Three Things Challenge #MM438

https://markneweden.wordpress.com/2026/05/29/three-things-challenge-mm438/

From the Notebooks of Jaspera von Kaupferthal, Part 4

Previous entries in this series

• From the Notebooks of Jaspera von Kupferthal, Part 1
• Field Notes from an Expedition to Brugh na Ciorcal, Part 2
• Field Notes from an Expedition to Brugh na Ciorcal, Part 3

Blossombud 28th

Cinni was not fooled.

It was the first thing she told me when we woke up today.

If I promised to join her companions and play the little sister for a few months. She promised not to reveal me. She even promised to finish my research notes.

Not that I can make them any more.

With all the mind modification magic I used on myself, I am in no position to refuse or return home on my own.

I agreed.

This is my last entry.

I considered turning this into a diary, but decided against it.

I can barely interpret my own drawings anymore.

Blossombud 28th

(Subsequent entries attributed to Cinnibara von Kupferthal)

My mom has, somehow, turned herself into an incredibly adorable wyrmling.

And I’m thinking about getting some little ones of my own.

Strange how fate sets up these little opportunities

I gently convinced her to take a vacation from her endless research expeditions and tag along with me and my cohorts for a few months.

I think she would benefit from having the childhood she never had and a mother figure who would not eat her.

I may even convince her to call me “mommy.”

(I am only half joking.)

I promised to continue her notes, and I think I understand the crayon scribbles she was using as notes.

I am, admittedly, an archaeologist, so this sort of sociological observation is not my specialty—but I believe I can manage.

Garnette, the Eochaid daughters, and I spent the day helping to the best of our abilities with the preparations for tomorrow’s Beltane celebrations.

The girls and Garnette spent the day weaving the traditional floral crowns.

I used my prestigious stature to help hang strings of lanterns and flower chains between the brughs. Everything smells like fresh blossoms and cut greenery.

A Beltane pole was erected in the center of the green, and long tables were erected around it.

I could smell the preparations for the feast; it would be the traditional vegan fare most Fey communities serve at this time of year.

No meatfruit or meat, however. That made me sad. I can eat vegetables, but I would rather have meat.

All in all, it is a fairly typical Beltane celebration for the highlands—though somewhat more industrious in preparation than most.

—Cinnibara von Kupferthal

Beltane

That was… an eventful day and night.

The folk of Brugh na Ciorcal really know how to host a celebration.

Garnette had an absolute blast playing games with the other children.

My companions—Gunaakt the warrior, Akhealis the witch, Grunk the thief, and Primrose the druid—seemed to enjoy themselves.

However, as I was also recording the events for prosperity on behalf of my mother, I cannot help but notice certain disparities between the fey Beltane celebrations I have attended elsewhere in the region and those held here.

Some of those differences are worryingly off script.

It started off typical enough.

The druids led the entire village in a procession to the altar site, with its effigies of the Young Lord and Lady and the sacred bonfires.

The invocation of names from the days of the old fey empires was spoken aloud, and protocols announced.

Then the first deviation from the script. The druids sacrificed a lamb to the Lord and Lady. There was no shock, no horror—only solemn reverence as the beast’s neck was slit. Only Garnette, my companions, and I showed any adverse reaction to the scene. Garnette practically started crying for the little lamb, and my companions did their best to hide their disgust and horror.

It was the sort of thing I would expect to be depicted on the walls in human temples or tombs that my crew typically delves into.

Not in the middle of a fey enclave.

(I may need to revisit my mother’s conclusions. She may have underestimated how far this enclave has drifted.)

After the sacrifice, the townsfolk made the traditional cleansing passage between the bonfires, and the fun and games started.

Musical instruments were broken out, ale started to flow, and the children and Garnette wandered into the fields to play.

The second deviation was that the headman, Sir Labhruinn, held a tournament of sword, bow, and lance.

How very Arthurian of him.

It was a miserable affair; nobody had any real skill. If Gunaakt were not restricted to a bench by his injuries, he would have taken home the “knighthood” that was the prize.

The feast was okay, no meat, just bread, roasted vegetables, and soup. It was a relief to see the Fey had not become carnivores after witnessing the sacrifice, but I would have liked a meat dish.

Giorsail approached me privately and asked whether I would take her and Luthais with me when I return to the city, saying Garnette had told them I could introduce them to our mother.

Mother’s notes are a little hard to read in the last few entries, but I do remember seeing something about the two having trist.

Given what I know of the headman, it would be for the best if they get out of town before he learns about the two of them.

Once Gunaakt can walk again, we will leave—and they will be coming with us.

Greenleaf 4th

Well, that came apart faster than anticipated.

Why could it wait one more day?

Sir Labhruinn finally bent to his wife and mother’s demands and confronted Luthais about his relationship with Giorsail.

It escalated into a shoving match, then a fistfight.

Luthais lost control and let loose one of the verses of power.

The bolt of fire missed just barely, but the damage was done.

There was no deliberation.

Luthais and Giorsail were banished from the village.

It is ironic that Sir Labhruinn, a man so wrapped up in the myth of chivalry, would banish his own son for choosing Merlin’s path over Lancelot’s path.

We also decided to leave since we might be overstaying our welcome.

We strapped Gunaakt to my back so he would not slow us down, and said our farewells to the townsfolk.

I had to carry Garnette out of the village by the scruff of the neck, flailing and wailing all the while. She did not want to leave.

I am not sure she understood why she had to.

But I’m glad to leave the fey village that was too mortal for my tastes.

Much later that year, I found myself reflecting on Brugh na Ciorcal.

As much as I hate to say it, Brugh na Ciorcal is not an isolated case. I began noticing similar deviations in other fey enclaves, nothing as extreme as in Brugh na Ciorcal, but noticeable nonetheless.

It is worrying, but I am not sure what to make of it.

That will be a task left to my mother.

—Cinnibara von Kupferthal

NMR 499

Looking back on my time as Garnette, I can say it was some of the happiest days of my life.

I did not have a childhood. My mother was an unthinking, feral dragon with a notorious reputation. I might have followed the same path had I not been taken in during my eighth year—perhaps too late, in truth. Being so old, my infancy dragged on for a little bit longer than most, as Ozimaev the sorceress worked the feralness out of me. By the time I was able to talk, she already considered me an apprentice or a familiar rather than a daughter.

It was study, study, study after that.

The two years I spent with Cinni as her little sister, Garnette, healed some old wounds I was unaware I had. I was able to wander about, wide-eyed and curious, as if I’d never done so before. With the construct in my mind gently guiding me away from my adult knowledge, I experienced the world anew. For the first time, I was able to play the silly games of young children alongside them, not as an adult but as an actual participant, and it was wonderful.

I think it also healed my relationship with Cinni. She settled down for a spell in a kobold possibilium mine not too far away from Sliberberg to raise my first batch of grandchildren.

I visit regularly to play with them.

Maybe Garnette should pay them a visit, too.

Field Notes from an Expedition to Brugh na Ciorcal, Part 3

Previous parts

• From the Notebooks of Jaspera von Kupferthal, Part 1
• Field Notes from an Expedition to Brugh na Ciorcal, Part 2

Blossombud 26th

I need to find the time to fix the mental construct. I am enjoying being a wyrmling again too much.

But with Giorsail’s around, I cannot do it here, and my hostesses are loath to let the ‘princess from the big city’ out of their sights.

Anyway, observations.

For the first time, I was able to observe the druid perform a ritual up close.

Saraid’s water broke.

I was lucky enough to be within smelling range.

I immediately bolted for the master bedroom, assuming (correctly) that the birth would occur in there. I hid behind a large trunk (thank goodness for this stupid collar.)

The druids were called for, and they arrived promptly.

I witnessed the birthing ritual in full.

The druids started to murmur in an antiquated dialect of fey similar to the runic tongue of Faerie used in spellcasting, but not quite.

Fortunately, I am fluent in most forms of fey, including this particular dialect of the Runic Tounge of Faerie

The structure was formal—almost bureaucratic. Titles were announced, permissions invoked, and roles acknowledged.

There were invocations of various spirits with names like “Viscount of the Third Root” and “Steward of the Western Wind”—titles that sounded precise but whose referents I could not identify. These include invocations of the elements, references to what sounded like royal court proceedings, and the presentation of a visiting noble to another noble’s court.

I would once have laughed at its absurdity. I am no longer certain that would be appropriate. Again, I hate how the spell is making me act.

I have a theory that the rituals the druids perform are leftover bits of protocol from the Faerie kingdoms of yore.

My friends at the Natural Philosophers Society in Silberberg have coined the term “Cargo Cult” to describe how newly contacted stone-weapon-wielding tribes on the continent of Yohualtlan react to explorers wielding modern technology. They perceive the explorers as gods and start to worship them, especially when the explorers trade spare axes and other tools for rations.

I suspect a similar process may be at work here—rituals preserved long after their original meaning has been forgotten, retained for form rather than function.

However, I am not sure how typical what I saw is compared to other enclaves. It may be worth some follow-up expeditions.

Back to the observations.

The new member of the Eochaid clan was a boy. Once the druids filled out, the family filled in to witness the new arrival. I took this opportunity to slink out of my hiding spot back into the brugh.

I unfortunately ran into Giorsail and Luthais sharing an… intimate moment in the central hall. She’s… a lot younger than I first assumed, maybe a few years older than Luthais, which makes her all the more terrifying that she can pull off seeming like she’s in her mid-20s all the time. From the sound of it, they were serious about the relationship.

Fey have been known to have flings outside their species, but inter-species love affairs are beyond rare.

It’s the sort of thing that they write epic poems about whenever it happens, the sort that either ends with love conquering all through magic, the lovers eloping, or mutual suicide.

Of course, they noticed me.

Luthais lifted me off the ground by the scruff of my neck as though I weighed nothing. He threatened me, saying that if I said anything, he would prove himself a dragonslayer to his father. I found myself genuinely afraid.

Giorsail, by contrast, was calm—watching me in a way that suggested she saw far more than I would have liked. She said that my “mother” was an important person back in Sliberberg. There was some discussion. It sounded like they were planning to run away to the big city.

I took my chance and said that my big sister, Cinni, was out adventuring in the area, and she would surely help them if I asked nicely. It seemed to placate them, and they let me go on my way.

The only other thing of note was a large feast in honor of Gòrdan’s birth. Thankfully, there was no meat at the feast, just normal veggies. All I could say about it is that it was a bigger version of the usual dinner served in the Eochaid clan’s brugh. 

However, I caught Sir Labhruinn and Samthann talking about me, saying that he loathes to let me leave the village until my mother or my older siblings come to collect me. Samthann was delighted to have the princess from the city stay a little longer.

This complicates matters.

I was planning to stay until a few days after Beltane and then head back home once I started to wear out my welcome. But apparently, the Eochaid clan loves me and is looking for an excuse to have me stay a little longer, or more likely, meet my “mother.”

As I said, my daughter, Cinnibara, is somewhere in these hills with her mortal friends. I could possibly contact her to be my chaperone. But on the other hand, I would rather not.

She does not approve of my methods.

Ironic since her cohort are ruffians more interested in coin than research.

Her finding a wyrmling version of me would be an awkward conversation.

I could sneak out of the village. Maybe spend some time exploring. I really enjoy being little again, and it’s tempting to go exploring in this form and experience the wide-eyed wonder I had when I was young.

More tempting than it should be.

Ugh, the construct is affecting my judgment now.

I will sneak away in the morning and fix this mess—before I lose the inclination to do so.

Blossombud 27th

NO, NO, NO. This has gone very wrong.

I was reworking my spell beneath a tree outside the village when I smelled another dragon.

It was Cinni.

She had her adventurer friends with her, and they were coming straight to the village.

Everybody knew that she was coming, and the first thing she did was introduce herself using her full title.

She would see straight through me if my disguise were not perfect.

I panicked and miscast the spell.

The construct is now even stronger than before. I can get to my adult knowledge if I really concentrate, but I cannot hold on to it for long.

Worse, the suggestions that the concentrate are really intrusive now. My attention span is gone. I am even more impulsive. 

I can still read my crayon drawing notes, but just barely.

I feel… smaller. Simpler. Thoughts slip away if I do not hold onto them.

I may have made this more difficult to undo than intended.

I am not sure I want to.

I am, it seems, going to be the wyrmling Garnette von Kupferthal for the foreseeable future.

At least I do not smell like myself. That is good. It means the disguise may hold.

I snuck back in town and found my new friends. They brought me to meet my “big sister.”

My reinforced childhood was enough to fool her—at least, I think it was; her delight in meeting her youngest sister was genuine. I am sure of that.

She immediately doted on me as though I truly were her little sister. She even removed the shrinking collar I had been saddled with over the past few weeks.

It is so strange to have our relationship inverted, with her acting like the mother and me the daughter.

I do not think she would approve of this version of me.

She, I, and my new friends spent the rest of the day together, playing and making floral crowns for Beltane. She even shrank herself down to horse size so we could play together without frightening the others.

We are now sharing a room in my friend’s house. She is fast asleep, curled around me as I once did when she was little.

I like it when she holds me like this.

We are going to be staying here for a while

Her last delve went poorly. She is uninjured, but her companions are not.

Gunaakt, the orc landsknecht, will be bedridden for several days.

Once he recovers, they intend to return to Sliberberg—and take me with them.

I will go.

I may have to accept that this is no longer a research expedition.

It may become a… vacation.

Perhaps one that is long overdue.

That thought is… concerning.