The character I’m playing in our current D&D campaign is a little chaos gremlin, a gnome necromancer wizard who was raised by druids… and who has managed to convince herself that she, herself, is somehow a druid as well.
I mean, Holi knows she isn’t, really, but she keeps that understanding locked away For Reasons and doesn’t look at it too closely unless she absolutely has to. So she is all silly sunshine and fluff with certain exceptions where she becomes a very serious, intensely murderous little buzzsaw.
Her familiar, Squeakers, is an undead possum. She has recently come into possession of a Grave Cloak, an item that enhances her necromantic capabilities and allows her to converse with the dead and move unseen among low-level undead.
She’s also picked up the Phantom Steed spell. Did you realize that you can flavor the appearance of your illusionary steed? YOU CAN! So I give to you… MISS BINKY RAINBOW.
Between the steed, the cloak, and her general attitude, she’s starting to look like what you get if you order a Nazgul off of Temu. I absolutely meant for her to become a pint-size dread spirit of vengeance, and I am 100% delighted to see how my itty-bitty widdle engine of destruction is taking shape.
While I sit off in the corner and cackle with excitement, please peruse these fine memes, sourced from only the most reputable of dealers on the vast Interwebs!
The hero/schmoe matrix is... actually pretty apt and accurate.