One-Shot DnD OCs

Misc OCs that I only used for one campaign that don't have quite enough art/use to get their own pages

Lutomir

Luto was made by a gnome named Harold HobbleCog, a grumpy old gnome who hated his neighbors. He created his wretched little beast to show that, even in his old age, he was still capable of atrocities. He loved his horrible son, having never had children of his own, but in the end had to abandon him to fake his death and flee the country to evade taxes. He never told Luto his plan, thusly Luto was under the impression his father had been kidnapped. He searched for him for all of twenty minutes before declaring him dead, for his superior investigation skills had failed to find the missing old man. 

He set off on his own, causing trouble anywhere he went, traveling with afew less than savory adventuring parties before eventually heading home to see if perhaps he has miraculously been wrong and his creator had returned. AND because his teeth had gotten dull and he knew that his father had made a special sharpener for such an occasion.

Upon returning home, Luto found an invitation to a ball. Guess his creator had been more important than he thought. Of course, being his robotic next of kin, surely they wouldn't mind Luto going in his creator's place.

He set off to the ball, with the fanciest red bow he could steal tied nicely around his neck.

Surely there is no way this could go wrong.

The Moppet

Once a humble and beloved doll resembling a drow, they've found themself a new life after being plucked from the site of a massacre by a necromancer who was in the business of bringing constructs to life. The necromancer was cruel to them and the other constructs: a scarecrow and what could only be described as a sentient flour sack.  Even worse than the undead. Atleast the risen zombies had faces, old identities. Some pang of guilt could be had.

But here was no sympathy for the scarecrow. For the flour sack. For the abandoned dolly.

One night the scarecrow, who'd been named Care for her sweet nature, decided to make a run for it. She took the flour sack, who's construction gave him big mitten hands that reminded her of boxing gloves. he was dubbed Punchy. And the little dolly found themself also being scooped up and taken along. They had some adventures, those three. Care's quick thinking and nimble movements making up for Punchy's slower more methodical nature, and his ability to take a hit to protect his friends. And the little moppet found itself imbued with an arcane power far too much for a thing so small. With their abilities combined, they were a force to be reckoned with.

Until an incident.

Care was gone.

It was just the moppet and Punchy

Until something happened to him too.

The moppet still remembers then. Punchy bidding for them to go, to run, as the cuts in their burlap seeped flour, as the adventurers' blades drew nearer. All the moppet could do was put him to sleep with a spell, so he might not feel the pain.Now the moppet wanders on it's own, desperate for companionship. The world is too big and frightening to be alone. They want to be helpful, and to do better this time with their new friends.  They can't be alone again.