Druid of the Lift

I made a rogue bird-guy (aarakroka?) that built for strength. I really wanted to pick someone up with grapple and fly them off a cliff, but i never pulled it off.

I did that with a level 1 halfling-like* character in my first ever D&D play session. Okay, my character didn't "fly" the enemy off a "cliff," but he hurled himself at it and knocked it off a roof. Almost took another player out too, when the rope he was using as a climbing harness swung around, LOL. (* It was a blue underground race from "the blight" setting that I can't remember the name of right now.)

I always loved using (homebrew) multiclassed heroes of legend in my games, but my favorite was a level 20 druid/level 15 barbarian. The players came upon a mound of bristling fur in the form of a mammoth standing within a pristine thicket it had no natural way to have arrived in. Its obsidian eyes studied the party, slowly ascertaining their quest, the stability it would bring, the encroachment to follow. It’s always fun roleplaying someone so full of venom. Someone truly broken. A perspective interminably festering under its true conclusion.

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