
Holy poop, I drew something for fun that wasn't a commission or BPD-related!!! :dies from shock:
Ahem. Anyway, I've been playing D&D for a little bit (no idea what I'm doing 75% of the time, but my group is SUPER AWESOME so it's ok), and during our most recent session I started doodling my character. She's a dragonborn hunter with Acid Breath, which dictated her being black (though I took some liberty with the markings). Liberties also taken on the armor; not really sure what "magic armor +1" is supposed to look like. Her name is Inix, because I am very creative and original with my character names.
Anyhow, yeah. This mah character an' stuff.
8"x10", Markers & Gel pen on brown paper
Ahem. Anyway, I've been playing D&D for a little bit (no idea what I'm doing 75% of the time, but my group is SUPER AWESOME so it's ok), and during our most recent session I started doodling my character. She's a dragonborn hunter with Acid Breath, which dictated her being black (though I took some liberty with the markings). Liberties also taken on the armor; not really sure what "magic armor +1" is supposed to look like. Her name is Inix, because I am very creative and original with my character names.
Anyhow, yeah. This mah character an' stuff.
8"x10", Markers & Gel pen on brown paper
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
Species Dragon (Other)
Size 684 x 950px
File Size 268.1 kB
Magic +1 basically boils down to "Completely normal looking stuff that just so happens to be enchanted to be marginally better." How it looks is, of course, completely up to the player.
For instance, my drunk-ass half-orc monk always went around in these kinda plainish red and black "average medieval Asian person" robes.... Then one day we show up to this gala event, and he looks like he should be the head of an entire temple his shit's so fancy. Everyone wonders what the hell.
"Eh, I just turned 'em right-side out again. All this flashy stuff's no good when you're running through twenty psychotic drow mercenaries trying not to get stabbed."
For instance, my drunk-ass half-orc monk always went around in these kinda plainish red and black "average medieval Asian person" robes.... Then one day we show up to this gala event, and he looks like he should be the head of an entire temple his shit's so fancy. Everyone wonders what the hell.
"Eh, I just turned 'em right-side out again. All this flashy stuff's no good when you're running through twenty psychotic drow mercenaries trying not to get stabbed."
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