Hentai D&D Interest Check

[Angie]

phew ! thanks for that girls !

Is her history / background acceptable Angie or did you want me to flesh her out more ?

Personally, I like it. We're gonna be making up the backstory of the entire world of Hentai after all! So anything is good.

[Carly]

Cool.

Angie did you want some help fleshing out the world ?

[Brittlby]

Vorska, The Heart-Breaker

Age: 32
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 230 Lbs.
Race: Half-Orc
Class: Barbarian: Totem of the Bear
Level: 5

Stats

https://ddb.ac/characters/28636149/HnpPjp

Rolls

An orcish warrior noble without parallel in the ways of combat, she has washed her hands of the business of pillaging, killing and burning in service of doing what she loves. Sex work!

A high priced harlot who is always looking for new experiences, she insists she will try most anything once. No one has made a liar of her yet...

Backstory:

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Vorska.

She cut a tall silhouette against a background of flames, the product of generations of careful breeding as the strongest and fiercest of Orcs meticulously chose their mates to grant the honor of bearing their seed. They crafted a masterpiece, for within her blood a dozen barbarians and god-kings of legend sang next to the spirits of their lovers tiefling warrior poets, elvish nobility and... the occasional village girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time and had big knockers. Some Orcish God-Kings in her line were a little less stingy with their semen than others... particularly Korbu, The Defiler of Waitresses!

Her full breasts heaved as she drew her muscular shoulders back, tensed in preparation for a mighty roar, "ARRRRRGH! ME AM THE DUCHESS VORSKA! SEED OF VAARK, THE BITER OF SWORDS! To soft-skins known by many titles am Vorska! SHE BE THE MAKER OF WIDOWS! MISTRESS OF CHAINS! THE COCK-BREAKER! Submit and you may yet see another dawn!"

The orc girl held aloft her thirty pound maul as if it were a slender reed, sleek muscles damp with excitement and perspiration as she held it aloft. The weapon cried out with an 80's metal hair band scream, furious pipe and drum music pulsing from it. A brutal pummeling device with a polished steel goat skull for the business end that glowed from within as if one of hell's demons had been trapped with in.

That would be ridiculous, of course! There were few orcish shamans who could so skillfully weave an entrapment as to hold a demon!

No, the actual story behind her weapon was way grislier! The sacred maul belonged to her grandfather, Vaark the third or fourth himself. Orcs are not good with math nor history so maybe it was the fourth? Maybe it was the third? BUT what is known is that the hellish maul was forged by captive dwarven artisans for a very specific and dark purpose. Vaark the... 3 and halfth had long been enamored with a tiefling bard's passionate music, so much so that he wished that her songs might never be far from him.

And so, as a desperate act of appreciation for her skill he showed his admiration for her by cutting off her head and sealing both it and her soul within the head of the weapon.

It SOUNDS pretty gruesome in summary, but the full story is actually waaaaay worse!

For like ten minutes, the legend goes into detail about the fact that the shaman didn't bother to measure the circumference of the bard's head before forging the maul and so it didn't quite fit.

So they had get a hammer and a chisel to lop off big chunks of...

That's really a tangent for later. Suffice to say, they got her inside the maul and after a few decades adjustment period, she served as loyal retainer and musician to the bloodline ever since! Few know the name of the weapon, and of those, even fewer dare speak it above a whisper...

They called her... Minstrel Pain.

Vorska slowly lowered her arm, turning to the left and then back to the right as she tried to decide in the mirror's image which side of hers was more terrifying. The vibrant vibrant yellow light at the heart of her weapon receded to a dull amber, the music dying as the skull flickering in tune to her voice as she chimed, "Oh, I liked that one!!! That was a pretty good entrance! Villagers would be freaking out left and right! If I had one note though, you might want to lose the word "submit". That's a little wordy for what you're going for! Maybe a "You gives up and I no eat you" kind of thing or... you know your dad used to drink lamp oil and would light it on fire as he vomited it out! It was AWESOME!"

Vorska sat down on the smoldering remains of a goat wagon, her mood pensive and brooding. Minstrel Pain smoldered with concern, "Are you well, Miss Vorska?"

"A deep seated ennui has settled over me, MP and I just can't seem to banish! I love PARTS of my work, truly I do! The raping is simply faboo, but the pillaging and the looting and the burning... It's really become tedious busy work in between naps and sex. I just don't have any passion for plunder like my Pops did!"

"I may just have a suggestion. Have you considered trying to better yourself?"

"Better myself? Is this another story about how fulfilling the bardic colleges were before they cut off your head and incased it in the talking scepter?"

"Maybe! All I am saying is you should definitely pursue your passion! They have all kinds of correspondence courses and study via scroll options available now! You don't even have to set foot in a classroom to learn a new trade!"

"Hmmmm..." She stroked her chin and pondered the matter...

"If you could be doing anything right now, what would it be?"

"What indeed?"



Three Years Later...

Vorska could feel the leather between her tusks, savoring its salty taste as the riders crop was brought down on her ass sharply. Glimdor leaned forward in the tiny saddle, his stubby dwarf fingers tangling in her hair as he firmly pulled her head back, "Now neigh! Neigh!"

The braids of his beard tickled across her back as Vorska let out her best whinny, knowing full well that it wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. Or at least he wouldn't admit it, now that he was in the saddle. Typically she would have drawn the line earlier in the session, but it had been a while since she had been manhandled. Dwarf handled?

And in all fairness, she had stirred the poor dwarven bastard into an absolute frenzy for the last two hours with no relief. Besides, she'd beat it out of him in the next session to make sure he knew who was in charge, "That's how you neigh? Do you want more of the lash?"

If she was entirely honest... she did. But she had other more pressing cravings than that. She tugged against his grip, causing him to tighten it around her hair until his knuckles were white, "What is it?"

He had not taken the leather bit out of her mouth and so her words came out a spit-slicken garbled mess. After teasing her by asking again and again, he at last removed it and left her gasping for air, "What do you need?"

"Mount me!"

"I am already in the saddle." Glim replied, chuckling despite the fact he knew full well what she meant.

She simply repeated, "Mount me!" The well muscled orc girl pressed her cheek against the polished oak floor of her caravan, arms buckling beneath her as she thrust her exposed ass out for the dwarf's pleasure.

In the corner of the room, her mystical weapon flickered like a torch. The steel goat skull was partially obscured by the Glimdor's burlap skivvies, which he had taken off when he'd changed into his custom tooled assless chaps. Minstrel Pain flickered again as she mumbled to herself, "Maybe she should have stuck with the family business... This is NOT what I was suggesting."

Thankfully, one of her eyes was obscured by the tiny pair of underwear, but the other had a bedside view as the dwarf spat into the palm of his hand and took his position behind her mistress. As low to the ground as she was, even with only one eye, the maul could see EVERYTHING, "Oh, that is WAY too many wiener piercings! Why are there two rings on the left testicle and three on the right?!? It's grossing me out AND fucking with my OCD!"

The maul began to rock herself, only able to shuffle a fraction of an inch at a time. Finally she managed to at last tip herself over on her "back" so she could stare at the ceiling. It wasn't long before she regretted that choice.

Somehow the sounds without images were worse...

[Foxy DeVille]

Oh my.

Good thing Kalabaza knows Orcish so she can say "Thank you, may I have another" in Vorska's mother tongue.

[Carly]

Chulanowa - both characters look awesome - my vote is that you go the paladin though.

[Foxy DeVille]

OK, so I was wanting to see just what the par-tay was looking like and it's alllllllllll over multiple pages. So I listed everybody (I think) correctly (I hope) so far with links to the post (if I didn't screw up) where if not their sheet then most of their info is.

Vorshka the Heart-Breaker, Female Half-Orc Barbarian
Lady Fraya, Hermaphrodite Human Sorceress
Anamisha Nightfire, Female Dark Elf Sorceress
Kalabaza of the Sacred Mounds, Female Human Cleric
Thixia, Female Goblin Sorceress
Marianne Bellicos, Female Human Artificer
Kahsa, Female Kobold Monk
Balar 'Buck' Oakberry, Male Lightfoot Halfling Bard
Tabbi Swiftpaw, Female Tabaxi Rogue (Arcane Trickster)

Man it's a rough choice between the

half-elven paladin

and the

high elf wizard!

I'm leading toward paladin too, mainly cuz that pic is lovely and Kalabaza needs someone to talk church with.

[Carly]

great work foxy !

We are light on for warriors and do have a lot of mages / clerics

A paladin would round us out more.

[Angie]

It's cute people are worried about party balance.

[Muse]

  Picture wise, Chula, I adore the paladin.  :)  (And the two girls above me both have good points about party balance, too! )

[Foxy DeVille]

It's cute people are worried about party balance.

Well, it's important to have a good mix of tops and bottoms.





Ohhhhhh... you're talking about character classes.

[Polymorph]

Tabbi Toon

Tabbi Photo

Tabbi hails from the original habitat of the Tabaxi race, a series of heavily forested islands far to the South. The Tabaxi roamed the forests in small prides or clans in a simple semi nomadic life. As is often the case on reaching adulthood Tabbi felt the call of wanderlust and gathered her few belongings and struck out on her own looking for adventure.

Whilst exploring near the shoreline of her home Island some time later Tabbi came in to heat and as is the nature of her people was overcome by the desire to mate with as many males as she could attract. As chance would have it a passing trading ship had moored in a nearby cove to take on fresh water and provisions. When Tabbi's caterwailing in the forest failed to attract any Tabaxi males overcome by need she approached the beach camp of the mariners wailing pitifully and fell to her knees raising her rump in the air and begging to be used. The sailors, needless to say were keen to help the distressed kitty in such a situation and over the course of the night the entire crew generously helped the poor cock craving feral. Come morning the sailors, loathe to see Tabbi leave when they faced a long voyage home with nothing but their right hands for comfort offered Tabbi a berth on the vessel.

The young Tabaxi spent nearly a year aboard the ship as it traded up and down the coast and out to the Island chains until the rather puritanical owner who had become suspicious that what was listed on the roster as the Ship's cat was drawing a wage and full share of trading profits decided to make a thorough inspection when the ship entered home port. Tabbi was discovered purring happily in the hold with the Bosun balls deep inside her. The incensed owner, raging about his vessel being turned into a floating brothel and menagerie promptly had Tabbi put ashore and struck from the roster.

Now used to the company of humans and demi-humans and the ear scritching, stroking and other attention they offered Tabbi satisfies her inquisitive need to explore by joining adventuring parties. Her feline agility and sticky pawed habits when it involves shiny objects led her naturally into the role of a rogue and she has since learned a handful of simple spells and skills from the adventurers to assist her efforts.

[AndyZ]

Angie, are changelings okay?  Technically they're from the Eberron book, but they provide a lot of options ^_^

[Angie]

Angie, are changelings okay?  Technically they're from the Eberron book, but they provide a lot of options ^_^

Sounds good to me.

Also, I'll give people til the end of tomorrow to finalize characters.

[AndyZ]

Yeah, I'm working on it, just been having a hard time lately.

I notice we have an Arcane Trickster Rogue.  Would you object to a Swashbuckler Pirate?  It's one of the concepts I'm toying out, but I know some folks don't like having more than one of a class, and I don't want to poach.

[Brittlby]

We got three sorcerers. Have at it!

[Mosos]

Dang, I am sorry I missed this.

[Foxy DeVille]

Dang, I am sorry I missed this.

Ya got till the end of tomorrow. If you need help with anything, just holla (although my 'net is wonky at the mo).

[AndyZ]

I'm thinking Changeling Warlock Sailor, though I may change this.  Searching for pics now.

[Mosos]

Ya got till the end of tomorrow. If you need help with anything, just holla (although my 'net is wonky at the mo).

If the gm says it is ok, I have the perfect tentacle monster to throw in.

[Angie]

If the gm says it is ok, I have the perfect tentacle monster to throw in.

I'm intrigued. Feel free to put it in. Do bear in mind I do have to cut some people cause this idea exploded so...eh, see what happens.

[Foxy DeVille]

I'm intrigued. Feel free to put it in. Do bear in mind I do have to cut some people cause this idea exploded so...eh, see what happens.

*Kalabaza subtly slides her last ten gold pieces over to Angie*

[Mosos]

My stats, I hope. Here they are.

[AndyZ]

I've decided to just go ridiculous silly hentai with this and see what Angie has issues with ^_^

Kry - Changeling - Fiend Warlock -  Far Traveler

Backstory

Kry claims to be from a world where everyone has weird hair colors, women who are scorned pull mallets from nowhere in order to strike people thousands of miles away but who emerge unharmed only minutes later, having cat ears and a tail is common, and everyone has ludicrously large eyes.  Whether all this is true is much harder to say - she's demonstrated herself to be a pathological liar - but she's definitely not from around here.  How she got here isn't something she discusses, other than by facepalming and insisting to "never cross the streams."

Soon after arriving on this world, she seduced a beautiful redhead who turned out to be a succubus, changing her appearance in various ways until even the Fiend was sated.  Rather than slay Kry, she decided to impart the power of the Nine Hells onto her, mentioning that anyone who brought so much pure lust into the heart wouldn't be able to help but make the world a much sluttier and far more fun place.

It didn't take Kry long to adopt a more common appearance, fairly similar to her natural one.  Rather than huge jet black eyes half the size of her head, the only truly unnatural features she bears openly are the hair that's as white as her natural form, and blood red lips that require no rouge rather than the featureless mask of her usual appearance.

Those who know her by reputation or recognize that she's not from around the area often ask her for tales.  While she's glad to tell them for a meal and a bed, it's quite common for her to share more with the female patrons, and sometimes to ignore the others entirely if they bore her.  She doesn't really understand monogamy and seems to be under the impression that she can't create children with other women, and often forgets that it's not acceptable to grope other women in public.

Aside from her appearance, some of her equipment helps people to recognize her.  She carries a jet black rod that allows her to work spells.  Although many people have claimed that the rod has a startling similarity to a large black demon penis, she claims never to notice any such similarity, and expresses concern that people have seen enough large black demon penes in order to make a comparison.  Further, she has a grayed tome written in what she insists is red ink on pages of what she says are just leather, detailing various magical spells as well as ornate and elaborate sexual techniques.

Stats

Strength 10 Dexterity 16 Constitution 12 Intelligence 11 Wisdom 12 Charisma 18

Actor

+1 to Charisma (factored in)

You have advantage on Charisma (Deception) and Charisma (Performance) checks when trying to pass yourself off as a different person.

You can mimic the speech of another person or the sounds made by other creatures.  You must have heard the person speaking, or heard the creature make the sound, for at least one minute.  A successful Wisdom (Insight) check contested by your Charisma (Deception) check allows a listener to determine that the effect is faked.

All Eyes On You

Your accent, mannerisms, figures of speech, and perhaps even your appearance all mark you as foreign.  Curious glances are directed your way wherever you go, which can be a nuisance, but you also gain the friendly interest of scholars and others intrigued by far-off lands, to say nothing of everyday folk who are eager to hear stories of your homeland.

You can parley this attention into access to people and places you might not otherwise have, for you and your companions.  Noble lords, scholars, and merchant princes, to name a few, might be interested in hearing about your distant homeland and people.

Arcana +3, Deception +7, Insight +4, Intimidation +7, Perception +4, Persuasion +7

Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Infernal

Pact of the Tome - Guidance, Mending, Word of Radiance

Agonizing Blast
Aspect of the Moon
Devil's Sight

Eldritch Blast, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation
Armor of Agathys, Counterspell, Fly, Invisibility, Misty Step, Suggestion

Gear

Light crossbow and 20 bolts
Arcane Focus (Orb)
Dungeoneer's Pack
Leather Armor, Mace, Two Daggers (One hidden in boot)

Sold Leather armor for 5gp
Sold Orb for 10gp
Bought Studded Leather for 45gp
Bought Rod of the Pact Keeper +1 for 500gp

75 GP remain

[Chulanowa]

Clover Sylfaern
Folk Hero Half-Elf Paladin

Clover was abducted from his village at a young age in a hobgoblin raid. The brutes hauled him and the other captives across forests and mountains, to be sold on a seaside auction block. Clover was more fortunate than some; his elfin features caught the eyes of an agent of the distant Queen Haelmalis. That's how Clover, son of a granger and a seamstress, ended up serving as an attendant to the queen of a land across the oceans! The court of Queen Haelmalis reflected the tiefling monarch; beautiful, elegant... and cruel. Clover was treated as a pet growing up, dressed and schooled and scolded. he took solace with the other servants, especially a pretty halfling girl named Fenri. As they all grew older, the cruelties continued; lashings for shuffling your feet, humiliations for whispering, a day in the cage for sneaking food. And the way the queen treated those who weren't her pets was even worse!

It was such an episode, when the serfs sent an embassy to request leniency from the queen's taxes. She sent the embassy home in boxes, and that night, Clover was wracked with nighmares. And the night after that. Until he did something he hadn't done since the hobgoblins took him, fifteen years prior; he prayed to the only goddess he knew; Fenri's favorite, Sheela Peryroyl. That night the nightmares were dispelled by a bright vision of gold-green light. The being taught him, though he can't quite remember what he was taught. he woke empowered, with a plan; with the help of Fenri and the other servants, he organized a rebellion within the palace. So many of the queen's beautiful pets had suffered, that resistance took hold quickly... and quickly spread beyond the castle once word got out! Haelmalis' kingdom was much smaller than she liked to think, and with no real allies, all she could do was try to flee in the night. Clover's not sure what happened to her, and he'd rather not know, since he doubts it was pleasant.

Shortly after, Clover started on the road home. Though saddened that Fenri wouldn't come with him, perhaps it was for the best; Clover doesn't know where "home" is anymore, after all. And besides that, his heart keeps pulling him away from that journey, to do good, to promote beauty, and fight back against the forces of darkness.

Persona: Clover is open, honest, and always eager to help others. He upholds the tenets of the Ancient Path; stand for beauty and laughter, fight against despair and darkness, be merciful and protect life agaisnt death. Especially the beauty part; he believes even the wicked queen Haelmalis had a glimmer of good to her, in that regard and so happily preserves the beauty she instilled into him (granted, usually with more clothes... usually)

Stats

Strength: 18 (+4) | Dexterity: 14 (+2) | Constitution: 16 (+3) | Intelligence: 11 (+0) | Wisdom: 13 (+1) | Charisma: 16
Hit Points: 49
Armor Class: 17 (19 With Shield)
Initiative: +2
Passive Perception: 11
Proficiency Bonus: +3

Skills: Athletics (+7), Religion (+3), Animal Handling (+4), Survival (+4), Intimidation (+6), Persuasion +6
Item proficiencies: Light Armor, Medium Armor, heavy Armor, Shields, Simple Weapons, Maartial weapons, Land Vehicles, Weaver's Tools
Languages: Common, Elvish, Halfling

Feat(s): War Caster

Equipment

Still going to need a little bit of time on equipment (I hate shopping in RPG's  ) How much do magic items cost in D&D?

[Angie]

My stats, I hope. Here they are.

Did you pick the 4d6 drop lowest? That seems really low. I'll let you reroll if you're not satisfied.

I've decided to just go ridiculous silly hentai with this and see what Angie has issues with ^_^

Kry - Changeling - Fiend Warlock -  Far Traveler

Backstory

Kry claims to be from a world where everyone has weird hair colors, women who are scorned pull mallets from nowhere in order to strike people thousands of miles away but who emerge unharmed only minutes later, having cat ears and a tail is common, and everyone has ludicrously large eyes.  Whether all this is true is much harder to say - she's demonstrated herself to be a pathological liar - but she's definitely not from around here.  How she got here isn't something she discusses, other than by facepalming and insisting to "never cross the streams."

Soon after arriving on this world, she seduced a beautiful redhead who turned out to be a succubus, changing her appearance in various ways until even the Fiend was sated.  Rather than slay Kry, she decided to impart the power of the Nine Hells onto her, mentioning that anyone who brought so much pure lust into the heart wouldn't be able to help but make the world a much sluttier and far more fun place.

It didn't take Kry long to adopt a more common appearance, fairly similar to her natural one.  Rather than huge jet black eyes half the size of her head, the only truly unnatural features she bears openly are the hair that's as white as her natural form, and blood red lips that require no rouge rather than the featureless mask of her usual appearance.

Those who know her by reputation or recognize that she's not from around the area often ask her for tales.  While she's glad to tell them for a meal and a bed, it's quite common for her to share more with the female patrons, and sometimes to ignore the others entirely if they bore her.  She doesn't really understand monogamy and seems to be under the impression that she can't create children with other women, and often forgets that it's not acceptable to grope other women in public.

Aside from her appearance, some of her equipment helps people to recognize her.  She carries a jet black rod that allows her to work spells.  Although many people have claimed that the rod has a startling similarity to a large black demon penis, she claims never to notice any such similarity, and expresses concern that people have seen enough large black demon penes in order to make a comparison.  Further, she has a grayed tome written in what she insists is red ink on pages of what she says are just leather, detailing various magical spells as well as ornate and elaborate sexual techniques.

Stats

Strength 10 Dexterity 16 Constitution 12 Intelligence 11 Wisdom 12 Charisma 18

Actor

Arcana +3, Deception +7, Insight +4, Intimidation +7, Perception +4, Persuasion +7

Languages: Common, Abyssal, Celestial, Infernal

Pact of the Tome - Guidance, Mending, Word of Radiance

Agonizing Blast
Aspect of the Moon
Devil's Sight

Eldritch Blast, Mage Hand, Prestidigitation
Armor of Agathys, Counterspell, Fly, Invisibility, Misty Step, Suggestion

Gear

Light crossbow and 20 bolts
Arcane Focus (Orb)
Dungeoneer's Pack
Leather Armor, Mace, Two Daggers (One hidden in boot)

Sold Leather armor for 5gp
Sold Orb for 5gp
Bought Studded Leather for 45gp
Bought Rod of the Pact Keeper +1 for 500gp

70 GP remain

Is she literally an anime character?...The Far East might be a little different now.

Clover Sylfaern
Folk Hero Half-Elf Paladin

Clover was abducted from his village at a young age in a hobgoblin raid. The brutes hauled him and the other captives across forests and mountains, to be sold on a seaside auction block. Clover was more fortunate than some; his elfin features caught the eyes of an agent of the distant Queen Haelmalis. That's how Clover, son of a granger and a seamstress, ended up serving as an attendant to the queen of a land across the oceans! The court of Queen Haelmalis reflected the tiefling monarch; beautiful, elegant... and cruel. Clover was treated as a pet growing up, dressed and schooled and scolded. he took solace with the other servants, especially a pretty halfling girl named Fenri. As they all grew older, the cruelties continued; lashings for shuffling your feet, humiliations for whispering, a day in the cage for sneaking food. And the way the queen treated those who weren't her pets was even worse!

It was such an episode, when the serfs sent an embassy to request leniency from the queen's taxes. She sent the embassy home in boxes, and that night, Clover was wracked with nighmares. And the night after that. Until he did something he hadn't done since the hobgoblins took him, fifteen years prior; he prayed to the only goddess he knew; Fenri's favorite, Sheela Peryroyl. That night the nightmares were dispelled by a bright vision of gold-green light. The being taught him, though he can't quite remember what he was taught. he woke empowered, with a plan; with the help of Fenri and the other servants, he organized a rebellion within the palace. So many of the queen's beautiful pets had suffered, that resistance took hold quickly... and quickly spread beyond the castle once word got out! Haelmalis' kingdom was much smaller than she liked to think, and with no real allies, all she could do was try to flee in the night. Clover's not sure what happened to her, and he'd rather not know, since he doubts it was pleasant.

Shortly after, Clover started on the road home. Though saddened that Fenri wouldn't come with him, perhaps it was for the best; Clover doesn't know where "home" is anymore, after all. And besides that, his heart keeps pulling him away from that journey, to do good, to promote beauty, and fight back against the forces of darkness.

Persona: Clover is open, honest, and always eager to help others. He upholds the tenets of the Ancient Path; stand for beauty and laughter, fight against despair and darkness, be merciful and protect life agaisnt death. Especially the beauty part; he believes even the wicked queen Haelmalis had a glimmer of good to her, in that regard and so happily preserves the beauty she instilled into him (granted, usually with more clothes... usually)

Stats

Strength: 18 (+4) | Dexterity: 14 (+2) | Constitution: 16 (+3) | Intelligence: 11 (+0) | Wisdom: 13 (+1) | Charisma: 16
Hit Points: 49
Armor Class: 17 (19 With Shield)
Initiative: +2
Passive Perception: 11
Proficiency Bonus: +3

Skills: Athletics (+7), Religion (+3), Animal Handling (+4), Survival (+4), Intimidation (+6), Persuasion +6
Item proficiencies: Light Armor, Medium Armor, heavy Armor, Shields, Simple Weapons, Maartial weapons, Land Vehicles, Weaver's Tools
Languages: Common, Elvish, Halfling

Feat(s): War Caster

Equipment

Still going to need a little bit of time on equipment (I hate shopping in RPG's  ) How much do magic items cost in D&D?

I think magic items cost "whatever the DM feels like" so just...lemme know what you're wanting and I'll give you a pricetag.