dnd

This Barbie knows how to RAGE.

It's Grimace's Birthday and the Gods have called for sacrifice...

"After the first bite of her roasted abyssal chicken leg, she thought, 'This would taste better if I took the edge off first' and lit the magical tobacco in her pipe. A villager ran her way, wailing of immanent terror on the way. The elf inhaled deeply from her pipe, exhaled greenish-blue smoke and calmly said, 'Sorry, I'm on break..."

This one is for my fellow ostomates! Recently surviving emergency gut surgery, I'm now an official ostomate, at least for a few months to a year, and in the early stage of coping with my new cost of survival I joked about having a "bag of filth" attached to my stomach, and then I thought, that would be a great name for a metal band! Well, I'm not going to form a band anytime soon, but I can design a shirt as if I DID start one! I dedicate Bag of Filth to all my fellow ostomy wearers no matter what type you've got! You're fucking metal and never forget it!

This one is for my fellow ostomates! Recently surviving emergency gut surgery, I'm now an official ostomate, at least for a few months to a year, and in the early stage of coping with my new cost of survival I joked about having a "bag of filth" attached to my stomach, and then I thought, that would be a great name for a metal band! Well, I'm not going to form a band anytime soon, but I can design a shirt as if I DID start one! I dedicate Bag of Filth to all my fellow ostomy wearers no matter what type you've got! You're fucking metal and never forget it!

This one is for my fellow ostomates! Recently surviving emergency gut surgery, I'm now an official ostomate, at least for a few months to a year, and in the early stage of coping with my new cost of survival I joked about having a "bag of filth" attached to my stomach, and then I thought, that would be a great name for a metal band! Well, I'm not going to form a band anytime soon, but I can design a shirt as if I DID start one! I dedicate Bag of Filth to all my fellow ostomy wearers no matter what type you've got! You're fucking metal and never forget it!

This one is for my fellow ostomates! Recently surviving emergency gut surgery, I'm now an official ostomate, at least for a few months to a year, and in the early stage of coping with my new cost of survival I joked about having a "bag of filth" attached to my stomach, and then I thought, that would be a great name for a metal band! Well, I'm not going to form a band anytime soon, but I can design a shirt as if I DID start one! I dedicate Bag of Filth to all my fellow ostomy wearers no matter what type you've got! You're fucking metal and never forget it!

In the depths of the Wizard's Tomb you find an alter with a creepy skull glowing with neon green energy. It calls to you. Roll a wisdom saving throw

While delving deep into the Dungeon of Arlo: The Ancient & Insane you come across a magical looking tome. It is a magical book of illusions & spells, an anthology of works by several authors. This book is in poor condition, ink stains obscure a fair amount of the pages and blood or some kind of dipping sauce obscure many more. (Who eats at a reading table?! ) You read a random passage and as the words leave your lips the cover of the ancient tome begins to glow... Reading is pretty fun.

If you this sword slays you, it owns you.

This reliquary sword can only be wielded by the most devout paladins.

I'll fight if I have to, but I'd rather just chill...

An enchanted sword shaped from a single crystal shard.

Only when you have opened your mind will the All Knowing Eye grant you its ethereal power.

Forged from the bones of the devout, this sword can only be controlled by the most unholy of warriors.

"You cannot kill me in a way that matters."

Where will this blade land? There's no way to tell, but on the upside, the enemy won't know either...

One sting is all this sword needs...

The cold steal handles of these twin obsidian axes are warm compared to your icy heart while in the thick of the battle. You've not yet found an enemy you are unable to slay with these dark & dangerous beauties.

Crafted by Elven Druids, imbued with magical/divine runes by Dwarven Clerics, this hammer has the might for all your undead slaying needs!

One of these weapons will bond with you, one will prey on you, & one will betray you. Choose Wisely.

Forged by a Vampire King who hand-carved the Hilt from the bones of his sworn enemy, ‘Blood Thirster’ was wielded by this king against armies in a great but forgotten war. Once drawn, This unholy relic can not rest until it has tasted blood... #XaqInd #GuDHaul For more info about Gud Haul go to: xaqindustries.wordpress.com

A helmet study i really liked so I thought I'd slap it on some stuff.

A steady aim is all you have to depend on...

When a trio of witches found themselves the lunch of a trio of oozes, they had one choice to keep some part of them intact, they'd have to fuse with the ooze. Now these spoopy, gloopy gals roam the halls of their dungeon looking for explorers to seduce and devour...

When a trio of witches found themselves the lunch of a trio of oozes, they had one choice to keep some part of them intact, they'd have to fuse with the ooze. Now these spoopy, gloopy gals roam the halls of their dungeon looking for explorers to seduce and devour...

When a trio of witches found themselves the lunch of a trio of oozes, they had one choice to keep some part of them intact, they'd have to fuse with the ooze. Now these spoopy, gloopy gals roam the halls of their dungeon looking for explorers to seduce and devour...

My DnD character Derrick Chillwave, the halfling wizard.

After a long adventure, delving into dungeons deep, heroes of all sizes, shapes, and statures always need to kick back with a cool refreshing pint of dwarven ale! Drink up! And celebrate 20's rolled and treasures plundered!

The beholder is one of my favorite monsters, not just in D&D but just in general a floating eyeball monster is always hella scary. You're gonna want a healing potion on hand when you take this one on... They're watching you.

Bruh! the Catgirl Barbarian always has her axe on the ready, even when she doesn't have her pants on the ready...

If you don't like Cat-girl barbarians you can kiss Bruh's ass!

No Catgirl, Barbarian or otherwise, can resist a big, bright ball of YARN! It looks like Bruh! here got caught up in a bit of a mess now though.

I cast a spell on you...

For the Orcs, battle is the ultimate aphrodisiac. The Warrior Queen is pleased with your performance in battle and has requested you be brought before her. This will prove to be as potentially deadly an event as the battle itself... possibly more deadly.