More D&D dolls - OOC

Ye gads, have I really been neglecting this blog so much over the past fewmany months that I never posted about the recent plushies I made from the campaign? What kind of artist am I, not pimping my wares whenever and wherever possible? ;)

So without further ado, here are the dolls of characters in the campaign world (click the images to see them larger). First are the group dolls I made as Christmas presents for all the players:

Clockwise from top center: Ayman (human wizard), Ghost (elf ranger), Dallas (gnome thief), Linora (human fighter), and Caleb (gnome fighter).

Next up is Fox, Cyneric's ...er... fox. Yeah, he's not too creative with names.

Isn't he an adorable little fat fox? Cyn must be feeding him too many table scraps. ;)

Now for Dwight, the man who was once a member of the travelling party and is now a duke and a paladin:

I learned that beards look strange on dolls with no chins, and gauntlets and boots look strange when there are no fingers or detailed hands or feet.

And lastly, the one I'm still working on- SwampFox, Cyn's henchman, bodyguard, and friend:

He's been in the "to finish" pile for a while, mainly because all that's left to do is give him armor and I need help on sculpting that. *looks at the DM and gives big puppy eyes*

Next up will be finishing SwampFox and working on a Shocko plushie. Yay for being able to combine art with my favorite dorky pastime!

~Meri

What indignity!

March 30, 708CC, 2nd day of Darkmoon

That racist, inconsiderate, narrow-minded hick of an innkeeper! How dare he deny service to SwampFox! It honestly took me a moment to realize what he was saying; I am unused to being denied service or lodgings (because who in their right mind would slight one of the few people who can be trusted to carry important messages and packages both quickly and safely?), so I just couldn't believe the gall of that man. Sure, Dallas was willing to lend SwampFox her disguise hat, but I most definitely did not want to give that fool any coin after that attitude he showed. When I finally regained my composure, I said a few indignant words and stormed out. The rest of the party were wonderful in following soon after.

I suppose this is something I should get used to, but we've been fortunate in staying either outdoors or in the establishments of people more willing to accept coin than to worry too much about the scruples they may have with other races.

Anyway, Ghost pointed out that she would spread the word in Joven and Woodland that a member of the Mercenaries' Guild was turned away in Montvale, so hopefully the innkeeper will reap what he sowed. And even if he doesn't lose custom that way, I got some instantaneous revenge in the form of "Summon Insects" cast on the inn. (No one degrades one of my close friends and gets away with it!) Perhaps next time he'll recall that Hermes is a Trickster as well as a Messenger, and that His followers can act accordingly.

I'm not really sure what SwampFox thought of all this; I think it was mild amusement that I felt such insult on his behalf, anger at being treated that way, and some pride in the fact that the party stood up for him. It's hard to tell what SwampFox feels, though; he never says much, even to me.