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He sort of has a grin.
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D&D Accessories with a twist. (Box should read "DDM War of the Dragon Queen Huge Pack"--slightly altered in transit.)
The leader of the Selesnya Guild is a fusion of three Dryads, a triune mind merged with Nature itself.
Reta likes to torment small, harmless animals and usually has a pocket full of such creatures in case she gets bored. She finds it hard not to shout when she speaks, and loves taking risks in combat to scare her enemies. Sometimes she throws animals at her sister Stumpbiter while she's sleeping to scare her, too.
Poog is a frightening little cleric of the goblin deity Zarongel, the sacred god of dog-killing, fire, and most holy mounted combat. That Poog isn't very good at mounted combat is his not-so-secret shame, so he funnels most of his energy into attempts to overachieve at his god's other sacred teachings—killing dogs (although he hasn't yet killed one, he hopes to do so some day) and lighting fires (something that Poog is already pretty good at).
So, D&D took Gorgons and called them Medusae (Medusas? Medusases?), and then took the Catoblepas and called it a Gorgon, and then also made a Catoblepas, too.
Gorgon Bulls appear to be made of metal, and breathe a poisonous gas that can petrify people. And, uh... well, there you go. Dungeons & Dragons and mythology.
Azer are essentially fiery dwarves. This second version was much better, though it still lacks translucent plastic.
I can't remember that warriors were so sexy when I played Magic The Gathering card game...
This is my souvenir for the last edition of El Salón del Manga (manga comic convention)
Well, I bought a Totoro t-shirt too but I prefer to take a pic to show it because I really love it :3
Albert Einstein's lesser-known brother, Jimmy, had his share of mental problems.
ANYWAY.
Derro are probably related to dwarves. Maybe. Or gnomes. Or they are just their own little kind of crazy. These tiny little subterranean folks have one defining racial trait: They are crazy. All of them. Every last one of 'em. As loony as a three-headed teamster.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.