Hey-hey!! I'm kinda new here! I've long dreamed of sharing my art and finally got the courage. I don't know what will come of it, but I'm just glad to finally do it ✌️
My art mainly based on my dnd campaign in the Forgotten Realms setting, and I'm especially focusing on Drow and Menzoberranzan (especially on my own drow house, you can see this silly family on the art, he-he). I'm very inspired by BG3, but I rarely draw anything other than my original characters. However, who knows what will happen in the future 💅
Another player's character from our dnd campaign – Mariel from House Shaiithvelve! A freedom-loving mercenary with excessive curiosity that constantly gets him knee-deep in shit
Another player's character from our dnd campaign – Mariel from House Shaiithvelve! A freedom-loving mercenary with excessive curiosity that constantly gets him knee-deep in shit
No drawings yet, but I finished a drow handmade t-shirt!! Paints, threads, long evenings and zero magic. This is what the lack of merch drives people to...
Urlatar knew all too well just how treacherous mages could be. His elder brother was living proof of it. Veszfein would give him that patronizing smile whenever Urlatar asked for permission to slip away and have some fun on the streets of Menzoberranzan – but still, he’d stubbornly track his whereabouts through a glyph and report every detail to Mother. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he could snatch the words right from Urlatar’s mouth the moment the young warrior dared to answer back with a curse. Utter humiliation!
But Wehlmyr – Wehlmyr had never been a mage! The mercenaries of House Siannodel barely knew the simplest of Drow spells; otherwise, it was all blades and scimitars, same as ever.
And yet – what was this? Those hands gave off a foul, acrid stink, and a relentless, corpse-like whisper gnawed at Urlatar’s ears, while sickly green light wrapped itself around Wehlmyr’s fingers.
Urlatar’s heart seized – but not from fear. Curse those hands! And that damned smirk of his, too!
Veszfein had felt Lolth’s oppressive shadow since childhood.
Born into a devoutly religious house and handed over to a fanatical priestess for early upbringing, Veszfein couldn’t imagine existence without the Spider Queen — to him, She was an unquestionable part of life.
He knows everything about Her: the prayers, the treatises, the history of the drow’s creation. He knows each of Her great deeds — from Her alliance with the orc god Gruumsh against Corellon, and the forging of the cursed scabbards to deceive the elven deity, to the conquest of the 66th layer of the Abyss and Her ascension as a greater deity after the War of the Spider Queen.
It could not have been otherwise. Lolth watches noble drow with particular scrutiny, and as the firstborn son of the Matron Mother, a member of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan, Veszfein was no exception.
“The common folk must work far longer for their achievements — while they are destined to serve their betters, you are destined to conquer, to hold the great honor of serving the most worthy of Lolth’s chosen, and Lolth Herself,” his Mother would sternly repeat. “But do not think that just because you were not given the right to rule, your path will be easy and carefree. You are one strand in the whole web. Its fate depends on you — whether the web holds strong or falls apart.”
Thoughts of responsibility and eternal scrutiny pressed so heavily upon him as he grew that Her presence sometimes felt almost physical. In moments when he needed to show utter cruelty, abandoning all mercy and compassion, Veszfein felt as if Her spider legs tightened around his throat, waiting for his decision.
One misstep — and the pain would be worse, the disappointment of the goddess would be felt to the core, as though hundreds of venomous spiders squirmed in his chest. But if everything was done right — the feeling would vanish, as if it had been no more than a painful hallucination.
Veszfein doesn’t know whether this is truly Her influence or simply the madness of his own mind. But he fears even asking that question, considering it an offense to the Spider Queen. He believes that every Lolth sworn drow feels something similar. And once again, he accepts it as an unquestionable part of life.
Nevertheless, sometimes the thought of Her watchful gaze brings an unexpected sense of security and peace. As long as Veszfein does everything correctly, he will always have a path, a purpose — and someone to turn to. After all, he is a wild magic sorcerer, one who has tamed chaos itself — the greatest manifestation of Lolth.
“What can you possibly know of the destructive force of wild magic?” Veszfein would cry out furiously. “Has it ever pierced your limbs, setting your skin alight and gnawing your bones, burrowing into your veins and wrapping your organs in a torturous veil of magical surges? What do you even understand of the nature of the raw Weave, which is the embodiment of chaos itself?! I have carried this power for over a century, and more than once it has helped our House rise. For I control the chaos in my veins! I am already one of Her chosen!”
And yet, Veszfein does not see that She only ever responded when it was time to tighten those condemning spider legs around his throat again.
To his prayers and bitter pleas, Lolth has never once answered.
Heeey, I’m briefly back in action!!
Sorry — as you can see, I’ve been cosplaying Lolth during the Silence of Lolth this whole time (aka trying to survive university).
There was a trend on TikTok with this particular composition, and I just couldn’t resist recreating it, even though the trend is already long gone.
This is the first time I’m sharing such a big lore text, and I really hope I’ll have the courage to post more of my writing here in the future.
Veszfein had felt Lolth’s oppressive shadow since childhood.
Born into a devoutly religious house and handed over to a fanatical priestess for early upbringing, Veszfein couldn’t imagine existence without the Spider Queen — to him, She was an unquestionable part of life.
He knows everything about Her: the prayers, the treatises, the history of the drow’s creation. He knows each of Her great deeds — from Her alliance with the orc god Gruumsh against Corellon, and the forging of the cursed scabbards to deceive the elven deity, to the conquest of the 66th layer of the Abyss and Her ascension as a greater deity after the War of the Spider Queen.
It could not have been otherwise. Lolth watches noble drow with particular scrutiny, and as the firstborn son of the Matron Mother, a member of the Twelfth House of Menzoberranzan, Veszfein was no exception.
“The common folk must work far longer for their achievements — while they are destined to serve their betters, you are destined to conquer, to hold the great honor of serving the most worthy of Lolth’s chosen, and Lolth Herself,” his Mother would sternly repeat. “But do not think that just because you were not given the right to rule, your path will be easy and carefree. You are one strand in the whole web. Its fate depends on you — whether the web holds strong or falls apart.”
Thoughts of responsibility and eternal scrutiny pressed so heavily upon him as he grew that Her presence sometimes felt almost physical. In moments when he needed to show utter cruelty, abandoning all mercy and compassion, Veszfein felt as if Her spider legs tightened around his throat, waiting for his decision.
One misstep — and the pain would be worse, the disappointment of the goddess would be felt to the core, as though hundreds of venomous spiders squirmed in his chest. But if everything was done right — the feeling would vanish, as if it had been no more than a painful hallucination.
Veszfein doesn’t know whether this is truly Her influence or simply the madness of his own mind. But he fears even asking that question, considering it an offense to the Spider Queen. He believes that every Lolth sworn drow feels something similar. And once again, he accepts it as an unquestionable part of life.
Nevertheless, sometimes the thought of Her watchful gaze brings an unexpected sense of security and peace. As long as Veszfein does everything correctly, he will always have a path, a purpose — and someone to turn to. After all, he is a wild magic sorcerer, one who has tamed chaos itself — the greatest manifestation of Lolth.
“What can you possibly know of the destructive force of wild magic?” Veszfein would cry out furiously. “Has it ever pierced your limbs, setting your skin alight and gnawing your bones, burrowing into your veins and wrapping your organs in a torturous veil of magical surges? What do you even understand of the nature of the raw Weave, which is the embodiment of chaos itself?! I have carried this power for over a century, and more than once it has helped our House rise. For I control the chaos in my veins! I am already one of Her chosen!”
And yet, Veszfein does not see that She only ever responded when it was time to tighten those condemning spider legs around his throat again.
To his prayers and bitter pleas, Lolth has never once answered.
Heeey, I’m briefly back in action!!
Sorry — as you can see, I’ve been cosplaying Lolth during the Silence of Lolth this whole time (aka trying to survive university).
There was a trend on TikTok with this particular composition, and I just couldn’t resist recreating it, even though the trend is already long gone.
This is the first time I’m sharing such a big lore text, and I really hope I’ll have the courage to post more of my writing here in the future.
«Istvyll Siannodel had been hunting down the followers of Eilistraee for as long as he could remember. His all-consuming faith that every passing minute of life was too great a privilege for the traitors of the Spider Queen allowed him to hone his craft to perfection, turning murder and torture into an exquisite, flawless methodicalness. If House Siannodel was the executioner, then Istvyll was its sacred blade, its will, and the herald of the final breath for all who dared to stray.»
This handsome old man and the quote belongs to @conamori. The Inquisition of Lolth, as always, does an excellent job.
At the moment, I'm struggling with the overwhelming amount of academic workload and trying to figure out how to balance it all with drawing (I'm failing). BUT I already have one project in the works (oc deep dive, yeah...), I just honestly don’t know when I’ll be able to finish it...
So instead — here’s some old pencil sketches of my disaster House Auvryval.
Literally almost all my main drow ocs in one post!
The cast, if you're curious:
1. weapon mistress Belaroyss and house patron Adinirahc (she's so tired of him — like everyone in this house)
2. secondboy Urlatar (sweet, but deeply mad, thanks to drow propaganda)
3. elderboy Veszfein with his daughter Yasva (just ugly sobbing over them)
4. Belaroyss again with princess Li'Neeraer (if you were wondering if it's wlw — hell yeah!!!!!!!!! 🏳️🌈)
5. Veszfein and Adinirahc (it's not that they have terrible father-son dynamic, they just love getting on each other's nerves)
6. former archmage and Veszfein's mentor Beldar (the kind of man who leaves scars instead of lessons)
7. former princess Vaskiira (former? yeah, that's a long and sad story..), first priestess Janthana (raised all the children in the house) and Matron Mother Diltyrr (with whole house in her hands, what a strong woman-)
"I was born dirt poor somewhere in the slums but I was still a Drow, a female at that. Through dumb luck and sheer perseverance, I somehow managed to catch the eye of a cleric of a noble house and her paramour. For whatever reason, she favoured me. Moulded me. Brought me into her inner ranks. Sharpened me like a weapon so she could strike the lowly heretics those clerics fear so much." - Jys'yr
Another art with my dear Veszfein and Mariel. I was inspired by a shot from Maurice (1987) and originally intended to make just a sketch, but I got carried away because I was very interested in depicting unusual lighting and colors (I got tired of drawing drow in an eternal blue palette and gloomy atmosphere, haha). I do not know how happy I am with the final color arrangement, but it was an interesting experience, and this art is definitely my largest portrait work.
