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[OC][Art] New Monster & Loot: Luck Brand Ogremancer | ’14 & ’24 Compatible | Green Goblet Games ft. CamunonZ /u/greengobletgames DnD: Roll for Initiative!

[OC][Art] New Monster & Loot: Luck Brand Ogremancer | ’14 & ’24 Compatible | Green Goblet Games ft. CamunonZ /u/greengobletgames DnD: Roll for Initiative! submitted by /u/greengobletgames
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[OC][Art] Holier Than Thou Water | Something for those smarmy clergymen that can’t bring themselves to use regular holy water /u/AbyssalBrews DnD: Roll for Initiative!

[OC][Art] Holier Than Thou Water | Something for those smarmy clergymen that can’t bring themselves to use regular holy water /u/AbyssalBrews DnD: Roll for Initiative! submitted by /u/AbyssalBrews
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[OC] [Art] My current character, Rrooga /u/Toolazytologin1138 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

[OC] [Art] My current character, Rrooga /u/Toolazytologin1138 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

She’s a life cleric with a very strong moral compass (lawful good.) She’s devout and also very self conscious of the fact that she’s a kenku. She’s a cleric because she wants to prove that she is capable even though she is not human.

She’s very kind and somewhat of a pacifist even though she is in the military. Though she can be a little naive.

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​r/DnD She’s a life cleric with a very strong moral compass (lawful good.) She’s devout and also very self conscious of the fact that she’s a kenku. She’s a cleric because she wants to prove that she is capable even though she is not human. She’s very kind and somewhat of a pacifist even though she is in the military. Though she can be a little naive. submitted by /u/Toolazytologin1138 [link] [comments] 

She’s a life cleric with a very strong moral compass (lawful good.) She’s devout and also very self conscious of the fact that she’s a kenku. She’s a cleric because she wants to prove that she is capable even though she is not human.

She’s very kind and somewhat of a pacifist even though she is in the military. Though she can be a little naive.

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First-Time D&D Character: Sorcerer/Paladin Backstory (Feedback Welcome!) /u/SpiritedFootball3615 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

First-Time D&D Character: Sorcerer/Paladin Backstory (Feedback Welcome!) /u/SpiritedFootball3615 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

Hi everyone! This is the first character I’ve ever created for D&D, although I’m not entirely new to the game. I decided to multiclass a Sorcerer and a Paladin of Vengeance, while my girlfriend plays a Wood Elf Druid. The story below is my character’s backstory, which intertwines with hers. I’d like to ask you more experts players if this is a good backstory.

The names are placeholders for now, as we need to discuss with our DM to see if they want to incorporate anything into the setting. I hope you enjoy it, and I’m open to any feedback or suggestions!

Backstory of #Half-Elf Name# Origins

I come from the village of #Village Name#, a small settlement at the edge of a vast elven forest. I am a half-elf, born from the union of two famous adventurers who, after years of peril and battle, decided to settle down and start a family. My father, a human named #Father Name#, was an extraordinary warrior, a master of arms who had honed his skills in the fire of countless battles. My mother, an elf named #Mother Name#, was a powerful wizard specializing in the school of evocation, capable of bending the world to her will. When I was born, they gave me the name #Half-Elf Name#, chosen to evoke the strength and majesty of the dragons they had faced during their last adventure before retiring.

The Revelation of My Heritage

At the age of 9, my parents revealed a secret that would change my life forever. Years before, during their last mission, they faced an ancient #Dragon Name#. During the battle, my mother was mortally wounded. When her companions defeated the dragon, a cleric skilled in draconic magic attempted to save her with an ancient ritual that infused a fragment of the dragon’s vital essence into her. The ritual succeeded in saving her life, but not without consequences. My mother was left weakened, her magical abilities greatly diminished.

A few weeks later, they discovered why: the immense draconic power had been passed on to me, their unborn child at the time of the battle. Despite their fears about my unique nature, my parents loved me unconditionally and decided to help me live with my gift. My mother taught me to control the magic raging in my blood—a tempestuous sea that often felt impossible to tame. My father, on the other hand, trained me in swordsmanship and the art of war, reminding me that I should always have a means to defend myself, even if I chose not to use magic.

However, my human blood set me apart from my peers—not only in appearance but in the aura I exuded. Some feared me, perceiving me as unstable and dangerous. Others pitied me, accepting me reluctantly. Isolation became my constant companion.

The Fall of #Village Name#

When I was 17, everything I knew was destroyed. One fateful night, a colossal demon called #Demon Name# descended upon our village. Its body was wrapped in glowing, living chains, and its fiery maw spewed infernal flames. Its roar shattered the night.

The villagers, led by my parents, resisted with all their might. My father charged into the fray with his sword, while my mother cast her remaining magic. I fought alongside them, but it was not enough. I watched my parents fall to the demon’s blows, and in that moment of despair, a voice whispered in my mind:

“Let me take control. Your pain is a weapon. I can use it to destroy your enemy.”

Blinded by rage and grief, I accepted without fully understanding. I felt the chains suppressing my latent power shatter, and a surge of immense energy erupted within me. I destroyed #Demon Name# in a frenzy of fury, but my uncontrolled power spilled over, consuming the entire village. When the smoke cleared, #Village Name# was nothing but ash.

Imprisonment

Before I could comprehend what had happened, I was pulled into an extradimensional plane: the Iron Labyrinth, ruled by #Deity Name#, the God of Chains (or #Alternative Deity Name#). For seven long years, I was imprisoned there, though in the material world, thirty-two years passed. #Deity Name# used me as a source of energy, exploiting my draconic essence to fuel its rituals. Each day brought new horrors and experiments, and with each passing day, the power within me grew—a volcano waiting to erupt.

Escape

My chance came during a rare lapse in #Deity Name#’s attention. During a major ritual, I seized the moment and used my latent magic to break free of my chains and open a portal back to the material plane. However, my escape came at a cost: much of my power remained trapped in the Labyrinth, bound by #Deity Name#.

When I returned, I discovered that thirty-two years had passed. #Village Name# was now a legend, and I was a half-elf out of time.

The Meeting with #Elda Name#

After my escape, I wandered into a dark forest, wounded and exhausted. I stumbled into a pack of feral wolves, too weak to defend myself. Just as I resigned myself to my fate, a female figure leapt down from the trees, so swift she seemed to materialize from the leaves themselves.

It was #Elda Name#, a wood elf druid who calmed the wolves with a simple gesture and ancient words. Though wood elves are typically distrustful of other races, my pitiful state and my elven blood seemed to spark her curiosity and compassion. She brought me to her druidic circle for healing.

While the druids were eager to see me leave, #Elda Name# was different. She was young and curious, often walking with me through the forest, asking about the outside world. She confided her desire to leave the enclave and see other lands, driven by a thirst for knowledge and adventure.

When I was strong enough to leave, the druids gave me provisions and urged me to depart. #Elda Name# volunteered to guide me to the forest’s edge. But when we reached the border, she surprised me by revealing a packed bag hidden among the leaves.

“I want to see the world,” she said, “and help you fulfill your mission.”

The Future

Since that day, #Elda Name# has been my traveling companion. Together, we embark on a journey of vengeance and discovery. Though the weight of my past is heavy, perhaps, with her by my side, there is still something in this world worth fighting for.

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​r/DnD Hi everyone! This is the first character I’ve ever created for D&D, although I’m not entirely new to the game. I decided to multiclass a Sorcerer and a Paladin of Vengeance, while my girlfriend plays a Wood Elf Druid. The story below is my character’s backstory, which intertwines with hers. I’d like to ask you more experts players if this is a good backstory. The names are placeholders for now, as we need to discuss with our DM to see if they want to incorporate anything into the setting. I hope you enjoy it, and I’m open to any feedback or suggestions! Backstory of #Half-Elf Name# Origins I come from the village of #Village Name#, a small settlement at the edge of a vast elven forest. I am a half-elf, born from the union of two famous adventurers who, after years of peril and battle, decided to settle down and start a family. My father, a human named #Father Name#, was an extraordinary warrior, a master of arms who had honed his skills in the fire of countless battles. My mother, an elf named #Mother Name#, was a powerful wizard specializing in the school of evocation, capable of bending the world to her will. When I was born, they gave me the name #Half-Elf Name#, chosen to evoke the strength and majesty of the dragons they had faced during their last adventure before retiring. The Revelation of My Heritage At the age of 9, my parents revealed a secret that would change my life forever. Years before, during their last mission, they faced an ancient #Dragon Name#. During the battle, my mother was mortally wounded. When her companions defeated the dragon, a cleric skilled in draconic magic attempted to save her with an ancient ritual that infused a fragment of the dragon’s vital essence into her. The ritual succeeded in saving her life, but not without consequences. My mother was left weakened, her magical abilities greatly diminished. A few weeks later, they discovered why: the immense draconic power had been passed on to me, their unborn child at the time of the battle. Despite their fears about my unique nature, my parents loved me unconditionally and decided to help me live with my gift. My mother taught me to control the magic raging in my blood—a tempestuous sea that often felt impossible to tame. My father, on the other hand, trained me in swordsmanship and the art of war, reminding me that I should always have a means to defend myself, even if I chose not to use magic. However, my human blood set me apart from my peers—not only in appearance but in the aura I exuded. Some feared me, perceiving me as unstable and dangerous. Others pitied me, accepting me reluctantly. Isolation became my constant companion. The Fall of #Village Name# When I was 17, everything I knew was destroyed. One fateful night, a colossal demon called #Demon Name# descended upon our village. Its body was wrapped in glowing, living chains, and its fiery maw spewed infernal flames. Its roar shattered the night. The villagers, led by my parents, resisted with all their might. My father charged into the fray with his sword, while my mother cast her remaining magic. I fought alongside them, but it was not enough. I watched my parents fall to the demon’s blows, and in that moment of despair, a voice whispered in my mind: “Let me take control. Your pain is a weapon. I can use it to destroy your enemy.” Blinded by rage and grief, I accepted without fully understanding. I felt the chains suppressing my latent power shatter, and a surge of immense energy erupted within me. I destroyed #Demon Name# in a frenzy of fury, but my uncontrolled power spilled over, consuming the entire village. When the smoke cleared, #Village Name# was nothing but ash. Imprisonment Before I could comprehend what had happened, I was pulled into an extradimensional plane: the Iron Labyrinth, ruled by #Deity Name#, the God of Chains (or #Alternative Deity Name#). For seven long years, I was imprisoned there, though in the material world, thirty-two years passed. #Deity Name# used me as a source of energy, exploiting my draconic essence to fuel its rituals. Each day brought new horrors and experiments, and with each passing day, the power within me grew—a volcano waiting to erupt. Escape My chance came during a rare lapse in #Deity Name#’s attention. During a major ritual, I seized the moment and used my latent magic to break free of my chains and open a portal back to the material plane. However, my escape came at a cost: much of my power remained trapped in the Labyrinth, bound by #Deity Name#. When I returned, I discovered that thirty-two years had passed. #Village Name# was now a legend, and I was a half-elf out of time. The Meeting with #Elda Name# After my escape, I wandered into a dark forest, wounded and exhausted. I stumbled into a pack of feral wolves, too weak to defend myself. Just as I resigned myself to my fate, a female figure leapt down from the trees, so swift she seemed to materialize from the leaves themselves. It was #Elda Name#, a wood elf druid who calmed the wolves with a simple gesture and ancient words. Though wood elves are typically distrustful of other races, my pitiful state and my elven blood seemed to spark her curiosity and compassion. She brought me to her druidic circle for healing. While the druids were eager to see me leave, #Elda Name# was different. She was young and curious, often walking with me through the forest, asking about the outside world. She confided her desire to leave the enclave and see other lands, driven by a thirst for knowledge and adventure. When I was strong enough to leave, the druids gave me provisions and urged me to depart. #Elda Name# volunteered to guide me to the forest’s edge. But when we reached the border, she surprised me by revealing a packed bag hidden among the leaves. “I want to see the world,” she said, “and help you fulfill your mission.” The Future Since that day, #Elda Name# has been my traveling companion. Together, we embark on a journey of vengeance and discovery. Though the weight of my past is heavy, perhaps, with her by my side, there is still something in this world worth fighting for. submitted by /u/SpiritedFootball3615 [link] [comments] 

Hi everyone! This is the first character I’ve ever created for D&D, although I’m not entirely new to the game. I decided to multiclass a Sorcerer and a Paladin of Vengeance, while my girlfriend plays a Wood Elf Druid. The story below is my character’s backstory, which intertwines with hers. I’d like to ask you more experts players if this is a good backstory.

The names are placeholders for now, as we need to discuss with our DM to see if they want to incorporate anything into the setting. I hope you enjoy it, and I’m open to any feedback or suggestions!

Backstory of #Half-Elf Name# Origins

I come from the village of #Village Name#, a small settlement at the edge of a vast elven forest. I am a half-elf, born from the union of two famous adventurers who, after years of peril and battle, decided to settle down and start a family. My father, a human named #Father Name#, was an extraordinary warrior, a master of arms who had honed his skills in the fire of countless battles. My mother, an elf named #Mother Name#, was a powerful wizard specializing in the school of evocation, capable of bending the world to her will. When I was born, they gave me the name #Half-Elf Name#, chosen to evoke the strength and majesty of the dragons they had faced during their last adventure before retiring.

The Revelation of My Heritage

At the age of 9, my parents revealed a secret that would change my life forever. Years before, during their last mission, they faced an ancient #Dragon Name#. During the battle, my mother was mortally wounded. When her companions defeated the dragon, a cleric skilled in draconic magic attempted to save her with an ancient ritual that infused a fragment of the dragon’s vital essence into her. The ritual succeeded in saving her life, but not without consequences. My mother was left weakened, her magical abilities greatly diminished.

A few weeks later, they discovered why: the immense draconic power had been passed on to me, their unborn child at the time of the battle. Despite their fears about my unique nature, my parents loved me unconditionally and decided to help me live with my gift. My mother taught me to control the magic raging in my blood—a tempestuous sea that often felt impossible to tame. My father, on the other hand, trained me in swordsmanship and the art of war, reminding me that I should always have a means to defend myself, even if I chose not to use magic.

However, my human blood set me apart from my peers—not only in appearance but in the aura I exuded. Some feared me, perceiving me as unstable and dangerous. Others pitied me, accepting me reluctantly. Isolation became my constant companion.

The Fall of #Village Name#

When I was 17, everything I knew was destroyed. One fateful night, a colossal demon called #Demon Name# descended upon our village. Its body was wrapped in glowing, living chains, and its fiery maw spewed infernal flames. Its roar shattered the night.

The villagers, led by my parents, resisted with all their might. My father charged into the fray with his sword, while my mother cast her remaining magic. I fought alongside them, but it was not enough. I watched my parents fall to the demon’s blows, and in that moment of despair, a voice whispered in my mind:

“Let me take control. Your pain is a weapon. I can use it to destroy your enemy.”

Blinded by rage and grief, I accepted without fully understanding. I felt the chains suppressing my latent power shatter, and a surge of immense energy erupted within me. I destroyed #Demon Name# in a frenzy of fury, but my uncontrolled power spilled over, consuming the entire village. When the smoke cleared, #Village Name# was nothing but ash.

Imprisonment

Before I could comprehend what had happened, I was pulled into an extradimensional plane: the Iron Labyrinth, ruled by #Deity Name#, the God of Chains (or #Alternative Deity Name#). For seven long years, I was imprisoned there, though in the material world, thirty-two years passed. #Deity Name# used me as a source of energy, exploiting my draconic essence to fuel its rituals. Each day brought new horrors and experiments, and with each passing day, the power within me grew—a volcano waiting to erupt.

Escape

My chance came during a rare lapse in #Deity Name#’s attention. During a major ritual, I seized the moment and used my latent magic to break free of my chains and open a portal back to the material plane. However, my escape came at a cost: much of my power remained trapped in the Labyrinth, bound by #Deity Name#.

When I returned, I discovered that thirty-two years had passed. #Village Name# was now a legend, and I was a half-elf out of time.

The Meeting with #Elda Name#

After my escape, I wandered into a dark forest, wounded and exhausted. I stumbled into a pack of feral wolves, too weak to defend myself. Just as I resigned myself to my fate, a female figure leapt down from the trees, so swift she seemed to materialize from the leaves themselves.

It was #Elda Name#, a wood elf druid who calmed the wolves with a simple gesture and ancient words. Though wood elves are typically distrustful of other races, my pitiful state and my elven blood seemed to spark her curiosity and compassion. She brought me to her druidic circle for healing.

While the druids were eager to see me leave, #Elda Name# was different. She was young and curious, often walking with me through the forest, asking about the outside world. She confided her desire to leave the enclave and see other lands, driven by a thirst for knowledge and adventure.

When I was strong enough to leave, the druids gave me provisions and urged me to depart. #Elda Name# volunteered to guide me to the forest’s edge. But when we reached the border, she surprised me by revealing a packed bag hidden among the leaves.

“I want to see the world,” she said, “and help you fulfill your mission.”

The Future

Since that day, #Elda Name# has been my traveling companion. Together, we embark on a journey of vengeance and discovery. Though the weight of my past is heavy, perhaps, with her by my side, there is still something in this world worth fighting for.

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[link] [comments]  Hi everyone! This is the first character I’ve ever created for D&D, although I’m not entirely new to the game. I decided to multiclass a Sorcerer and a Paladin of Vengeance, while my girlfriend plays a Wood Elf Druid. The story below is my character’s backstory, which intertwines with hers. I’d like to ask you more experts players if this is a good backstory. The names are placeholders for now, as we need to discuss with our DM to see if they want to incorporate anything into the setting. I hope you enjoy it, and I’m open to any feedback or suggestions! Backstory of #Half-Elf Name# Origins I come from the village of #Village Name#, a small settlement at the edge of a vast elven forest. I am a half-elf, born from the union of two famous adventurers who, after years of peril and battle, decided to settle down and start a family. My father, a human named #Father Name#, was an extraordinary warrior, a master of arms who had honed his skills in the fire of countless battles. My mother, an elf named #Mother Name#, was a powerful wizard specializing in the school of evocation, capable of bending the world to her will. When I was born, they gave me the name #Half-Elf Name#, chosen to evoke the strength and majesty of the dragons they had faced during their last adventure before retiring. The Revelation of My Heritage At the age of 9, my parents revealed a secret that would change my life forever. Years before, during their last mission, they faced an ancient #Dragon Name#. During the battle, my mother was mortally wounded. When her companions defeated the dragon, a cleric skilled in draconic magic attempted to save her with an ancient ritual that infused a fragment of the dragon’s vital essence into her. The ritual succeeded in saving her life, but not without consequences. My mother was left weakened, her magical abilities greatly diminished. A few weeks later, they discovered why: the immense draconic power had been passed on to me, their unborn child at the time of the battle. Despite their fears about my unique nature, my parents loved me unconditionally and decided to help me live with my gift. My mother taught me to control the magic raging in my blood—a tempestuous sea that often felt impossible to tame. My father, on the other hand, trained me in swordsmanship and the art of war, reminding me that I should always have a means to defend myself, even if I chose not to use magic. However, my human blood set me apart from my peers—not only in appearance but in the aura I exuded. Some feared me, perceiving me as unstable and dangerous. Others pitied me, accepting me reluctantly. Isolation became my constant companion. The Fall of #Village Name# When I was 17, everything I knew was destroyed. One fateful night, a colossal demon called #Demon Name# descended upon our village. Its body was wrapped in glowing, living chains, and its fiery maw spewed infernal flames. Its roar shattered the night. The villagers, led by my parents, resisted with all their might. My father charged into the fray with his sword, while my mother cast her remaining magic. I fought alongside them, but it was not enough. I watched my parents fall to the demon’s blows, and in that moment of despair, a voice whispered in my mind: “Let me take control. Your pain is a weapon. I can use it to destroy your enemy.” Blinded by rage and grief, I accepted without fully understanding. I felt the chains suppressing my latent power shatter, and a surge of immense energy erupted within me. I destroyed #Demon Name# in a frenzy of fury, but my uncontrolled power spilled over, consuming the entire village. When the smoke cleared, #Village Name# was nothing but ash. Imprisonment Before I could comprehend what had happened, I was pulled into an extradimensional plane: the Iron Labyrinth, ruled by #Deity Name#, the God of Chains (or #Alternative Deity Name#). For seven long years, I was imprisoned there, though in the material world, thirty-two years passed. #Deity Name# used me as a source of energy, exploiting my draconic essence to fuel its rituals. Each day brought new horrors and experiments, and with each passing day, the power within me grew—a volcano waiting to erupt. Escape My chance came during a rare lapse in #Deity Name#’s attention. During a major ritual, I seized the moment and used my latent magic to break free of my chains and open a portal back to the material plane. However, my escape came at a cost: much of my power remained trapped in the Labyrinth, bound by #Deity Name#. When I returned, I discovered that thirty-two years had passed. #Village Name# was now a legend, and I was a half-elf out of time. The Meeting with #Elda Name# After my escape, I wandered into a dark forest, wounded and exhausted. I stumbled into a pack of feral wolves, too weak to defend myself. Just as I resigned myself to my fate, a female figure leapt down from the trees, so swift she seemed to materialize from the leaves themselves. It was #Elda Name#, a wood elf druid who calmed the wolves with a simple gesture and ancient words. Though wood elves are typically distrustful of other races, my pitiful state and my elven blood seemed to spark her curiosity and compassion. She brought me to her druidic circle for healing. While the druids were eager to see me leave, #Elda Name# was different. She was young and curious, often walking with me through the forest, asking about the outside world. She confided her desire to leave the enclave and see other lands, driven by a thirst for knowledge and adventure. When I was strong enough to leave, the druids gave me provisions and urged me to depart. #Elda Name# volunteered to guide me to the forest’s edge. But when we reached the border, she surprised me by revealing a packed bag hidden among the leaves. “I want to see the world,” she said, “and help you fulfill your mission.” The Future Since that day, #Elda Name# has been my traveling companion. Together, we embark on a journey of vengeance and discovery. Though the weight of my past is heavy, perhaps, with her by my side, there is still something in this world worth fighting for. submitted by /u/SpiritedFootball3615 [link] [comments]

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What’s a good end of Dungeon Boss for a party of Lv 1 adventurer’s? /u/ragingowner92 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

What’s a good end of Dungeon Boss for a party of Lv 1 adventurer’s? /u/ragingowner92 DnD: Roll for Initiative!

I’m running a lv 1 one shot to teach some newer players the game. The party is 5 Lv 1 PC’s. The one shot is mainly a bunch of decision making, role play, and possible combat situations that can be avoided through other creative means. They end up discovering an old temple which they are to retrieve an old relic. The Final Room where the Relic is located in the center needs something to add to it. My original idea of a Gelatinous Cube that the item was in seems a lil overkill. I had mechanisms that would trigger traps for the Cube, but still feel it could be a complete TPK. Any ideas?

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​r/DnD I’m running a lv 1 one shot to teach some newer players the game. The party is 5 Lv 1 PC’s. The one shot is mainly a bunch of decision making, role play, and possible combat situations that can be avoided through other creative means. They end up discovering an old temple which they are to retrieve an old relic. The Final Room where the Relic is located in the center needs something to add to it. My original idea of a Gelatinous Cube that the item was in seems a lil overkill. I had mechanisms that would trigger traps for the Cube, but still feel it could be a complete TPK. Any ideas? submitted by /u/ragingowner92 [link] [comments] 

I’m running a lv 1 one shot to teach some newer players the game. The party is 5 Lv 1 PC’s. The one shot is mainly a bunch of decision making, role play, and possible combat situations that can be avoided through other creative means. They end up discovering an old temple which they are to retrieve an old relic. The Final Room where the Relic is located in the center needs something to add to it. My original idea of a Gelatinous Cube that the item was in seems a lil overkill. I had mechanisms that would trigger traps for the Cube, but still feel it could be a complete TPK. Any ideas?

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[link] [comments]  I’m running a lv 1 one shot to teach some newer players the game. The party is 5 Lv 1 PC’s. The one shot is mainly a bunch of decision making, role play, and possible combat situations that can be avoided through other creative means. They end up discovering an old temple which they are to retrieve an old relic. The Final Room where the Relic is located in the center needs something to add to it. My original idea of a Gelatinous Cube that the item was in seems a lil overkill. I had mechanisms that would trigger traps for the Cube, but still feel it could be a complete TPK. Any ideas? submitted by /u/ragingowner92 [link] [comments]

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