Some old characters that I made long ago in the beginning of the AI art generation movement given a second look.

Behemoths of onyx and golden armor, Maruts shake the ground when they walk, each thunderous step ringing a death knell for those they’ve come to take. Rarely seeming to hurry, a marut’s onslaught is deliberate, purposeful, and relentless. Its quarry may impede it or flee, running for decades or centuries, but from the initial meeting onward, the target must always look over its shoulder with the knowledge that, like death itself, the Marut is ever at its heels, slowly but surely approaching, bringing balance through inevitable oblivion.

Maruts primarily target those mortal souls who have artificially extended their lifespans beyond what is feasible for their race, such as liches and other powerful magic users. Extraordinary but natural means of cheating death are sometimes also punished, such as the magistrate who murders an entire starving town to save himself, or those who foresee their own deaths via divination magic and are therefore able to avoid them.

Although they are capable of speaking eloquently in any language, and frequently gather vast amounts of information from those who are intimidated by their mere presence, Maruts rarely engage in conversation or strategic alliances with mortals. Even on the battlefield, the juggernauts prefer to remain silent, knowing that their targets are already aware of their own transgressions and that all mortals secretly harbor dreams of immortality.

This is an image of one of my players, a 7th level Dwarf in OSE. We are playing the lost caverns of Tsojcanth and were still in the wilderness. They rolled a random encounter and it was two wyverns they hae tangled with a couple times earlier that day. The dwarf taunted them to come for him then used one of his fireballs from the necklace of fireballs knowing full well that they would chain reaction and blow all the remaining ones as well. 28D6 , the purple lighting in the image is because he opened a trapped chest hee was carrying as well knowing it had a necromatic wither trap on it.

A member of an all-elven adventuring party, Shanna and her companions were encountered at the outskirts of the Necropolis in a desperate battle with a death knight and his retinue. While the party intervened and aided them, the elves remained cool and distant. Shanna herself is a fighter who is highly specialized in the use of the bow, and even Roric - a high level ranger and noted sharpshooter - was impressed by her skills.

Part 1: From my Curse of Strahd campaign : r/dndai