Recently, one of my regular groups was to be sans DM for two weeks due to some work travel. One of the players decided to run a 2 parter mini-campaign for me and the remaining player. We'd be level 5 and the challenges would be very difficult. I was excited to try a class I have never played, and so I made Drevin Boer, the variant human level 5 Circle of Moon Druid. I took Mobile as a feat, and promptly forgot I had it for the duration of the campaign (not sure it would've ever come up...) My comrade ran a level 5 rogue. Together we were a pretty good force to be reckoned with.
The DM wove the campaign into our growing tapestry of "Castle Mac Canon", with subtle cues to tie into the other world, and that eased us right into the characters by making the world feel lived in. Despite only going for two nights, it felt fully realized. The encounters were memorable, the role-playing was top notch, and it was just generally a good time.
We wrapped up our Rise of Tiamat campaign on a spectacular note: a massive battle with a weakened avatar of Tiamat at the Well of Dragons. I worked on the miniature for weeks before unveiling it, and when that massive chunk of demon queen glory hit the table, the players knew they were in for a fight!
Our friend Jeff snapped a picture of my wife with this look of despair, and for 15 minutes or so, she was internet famous. I had people I barely knew who saw this post on Reddit asking me about it; quite hilarious!
The miniature itself is absolutely spectacular. For those wondering it's the Mal'Drakar by Reaper and the mini isn't cheap! However, I had a friend who was not interested in painting his, so we made a deal: He would buy me a "miniature" (Should this be called a "megature"?) if I would paint his. I decided painting two of the same model isn't too much extra work, so agreed.
The model is about the size of a small chicken. Hence, these tiamats…
Breathing heavily and weary from their fight with the goblins, the party debated what to do with the captives. Trajek wanted to use them as meat shields while the adventurers investigated the rest of the cave, Finbin wanted to be done with them and off the treacherous and evil things. Eventually, Finbin caved to the large half-orc’s wishes under the assumption they would set the captive wolves on a chase after the goblins on the way out. Finbin hated goblins, and felt sick at the thought of leaving any alive. To him they were the embodiment of pure filth and conniving ways, always trying to weasel out of challenges in life. Trudging on through the dim cave, they came to the locked room. Looking around, the party noticed the sluice which had been used against them and paused for a moment to watch it fill. Breaking their pause, a voice called out.