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guess who did some (small) magic today!!
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DM Tip #4: Attitude is very important when DM'ing. Rather than thinking of it as a competition between the players VS. the DM, a good DM should think of it as a cooperative effort. You should always want your players to succeed!
I got Snorkmaiden 🌼 "You are very kind-hearted, cheerful and lively by nature, and you are the messenger of the joys in life!
Vanity is also a part of your natural appeal. You love daydreaming but at the same time you impulsively rush to the new challenges and adventures."
posted this to my tumblr months ago. Just thought I'd upload it here.
Had a great session tonight, here's a lil photo of my dice with my custom box too! ♫
DM protip #3: Modify your DM screen with information you often forget. You can do this with sticky notes if you don’t have a screen that you can write on. Example: Remember about concentration for certain spells and its rules.
🐚Landlocked Sea Witch🐚
Your distance from the sea doesn’t make you any less of a sea witch. Take care of yourselves, my dears! 🌊
(They/them pronouns for this little witch, please)
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A doodle of the dashing wanderer that I drew a while ago.
The eternal silence was broken by the crunching of frozen foliage as he raced on. His legs burned, but he continued regardless. It wouldn’t do to be caught with stolen evidence, especially so close to the crime scene itself.
(Was it his imagination, or was the egg in his arms getting heavier?)
Right on cue, it began to shake. Well, shit. He’d noticed that the egg was pretty big, but he hadn’t thought it was that close to hatching.
Well, this was probably far enough. As long as he hid the shell properly, nobody would ever know he’d taken anything.
(Though that did raise the question of what he would do with the newborn. He really hadn’t thought this out very well at all.)
A long crack appeared on the emerald green eggshell, startling the thief. All of a sudden, he realized that he had no idea what he was supposed to do during a hatching. Did he try to help the little one out of their shell, or was he supposed to leave it be until they were properly out? Blissey had offered to bring him to a hatching a few times, but he’d never gone out of a fear that he would be underfoot the whole time. Now, he was wishing he’d gone anyway.
As the thief panicked, a small crunching sound dragged him from his thoughts. A little green hand popped out of a newly made hole in the shell, followed by little green head with large yellow eyes. The thief distantly recognized the newborn as a treecko. The tiny green gecko peeled a shard of eggshell off of themself, and chirped up at the thief adorably.
He hadn’t had a plan for what he was going to do with the egg when he’d stolen it. He definitely hadn’t planned to keep it. But he couldn’t just leave a little baby all alone so close to temporal tower. He sucked in a deep breath, and scooped up the infant.
“Hey, kiddo. Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
Treecko chirped agreeably and snuggled into the thief’s shoulder, and his heart melted.