Dnd Aasimar - Blog Posts
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Why NOT To Mess With The DM: Some Feywild Shenanigans That Happened.
DM throws us into the feywild while on our journey to find a rampaging necromancer after stumbling upon a strange tree that twisted into a portal.
While going through the trees, we find a gateway that leads to a road that we need to go down to continue.
A fey man stops us and tells us one of us needs to make a deal with him to continue on. The deal being that we need to give him our firstborn child in exchange for passage. (A classic really. Adds character development to a player's character.)
The rest of the group chatters amongst themselves as I, the Aasimar cleric, stay silent and look down at the token for the fey man. Smoking hot. I know what I have to do...
Fighter: Alright, so who should make the deal?
Monk: Perhaps me? I never planned on having children.
Rogue: Yeah, but what if you do later–
Me: I'll do it.
Fighter: Wha–
Fey: Are you sure... bird?
Me: Quite sure. I only have one question to ask you, Mr. Fey... *Leans closer towards the fey man, who in reality is just the DM* Do you prefer your eggs fried, scrambled, or... fertilized~?
The table is alive with quiet murmurs of noise. The paladin is making incomprehensible noises of disappointment. The fighter is astonished. The wizard keeps looking between me and the DM as I stayed leaned over the table towards the DM.
However... A smirk comes onto the DM's face as he turns the tables on me.
Fey: Careful what you wish for, birdie... I always take them fertilized.
The table now erupts. The bard is laughing his ass off. The rogue is making loud, "ooooohhhhh!!!" sounds as she watches this all go down. The monk is silently resigned as he stares off into space. I'm sitting there, wide-eyed in shock (and probably beet red) as I was not expecting him to flirt back in character since I was so used to just flirting and teasing and could not handle it being thrown back at me.
Lesson learned. You fuck around, you find out. Especially when it's with the DM.
You know, I never really thought about it before, but my dynamic with the paladin of my dnd group is rather ironic.
The paladin, sworn to his God and embarking on his never-ending crusade in their name... Vowing to never let anything stray them from their devotion and path, breaking all emotional ties from everyone from his old life...
..Gets constantly bombarded and pestered by the Aasimar of the group, (Practically just a dnd angel) who also, just so happens, to be the cleric of the group. Not only meaning I'm also worshipping and am devoted to a God despite my carefree nature, but I'm also worshipping the. Exact. Same. God.
Imagine you're going to church and devoted your whole life to make sure you do not sin in the slightest to try and please God to make it to heaven and then suddenly an angel drops down from the sky, throws bird puns in your face after ruthlessly flirting with the preacher, offering to spend the night with the nuns as well, and then still receiving divine blessings as if they weren't one of the biggest sinners alive.
Realized I Haven't Posted Any Of My Dnd Shenanigans, So Here's Something.
I never knew that playing as an Aasimar would be so. Damn. Fun.
Like, not just game play wise, but just the shit I can do with my character in the role play part of the game.
Because I can make so many egg/bird jokes and it pisses off the paladin every stinkin' time.
The party stops for a rest, setting up camp and staying the night out in the woods. I, the Aasimar cleric, wake up before the other party members and make breakfast before they all wake up.
Fighter: Thanks for the breakfast, this is really good. But where did find the eggs?
Me: *A devious smirk spreads across my face slowly*
Paladin: You. Did. NOT.
Me: Relax, I'm just messing with you. I found a bird's nest near camp. :3
Mercy Cloudknell
April 2024
Guess what kind of OC she is? Yeah, another D&D OC. I’m still fleshing her out tbh but all I have so far is she’s an Aasimar assassin with a bit of a god complex, thinking that she’s dishing out some form of divine justice.
Harmony Ravencourt (surname to Wattswrought pending fellow player approval; pronouns she/they), my trans tiefling/Aasimar Bard!
Harmony was originally made while I was still an egg and died in session 2, to the guilt of the party artificer they died trying to save. It was when said Artificer discovered a crystal/metal/fantasy material #103 that resonates with your soul, becoming as you view it, that the party realized (MANY sessions later) that she could be resurrected, and *I* realized that I’d made *her* an egg.
They’re now in recovery undergoing every trans girl’s dream: miraculously waking up herself. Well, a tad slower than *that*, but any transformation, however slow, is miraculous.💜🏳️⚧️🎶