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Seven years later I remember my hyperfixation on Gyro 🐎
The Duo of Lathander’s Fools A paladin and a young priest Brass and gold
Presenting our D&D characters: Khavali di’brin Talfali’san (Evgeniy’s character) — a dashing 57-year-old alcoholic paladin who loves making indecent jokes, getting into indecent trouble, getting out of it just as indecently, and staging equally indecent theatrical performances. He calls the priest “little lizard,” because after nine years of traveling together the boy has become like family to him. Loves to drink, loves asking Esthersund money for beer, cannot communicate diplomatically with any authority figure, and shows up to every adventure with a two-meter-tall priest simply because he doesn’t want the kid to accidentally get himself killed.
Esthersund Sundervale (my boy) — a young 25-year-old priest of Lathander, artifact hunter for the church, artist, a “213-centimeter beanpole,” golden boy with a huge heart and a sensitive soul, priest of life, diplomat by necessity, and the only adventurer within a hundred-meter radius capable of healing wounds, apologizing to NPCs, and explaining to his old man why setting himself on fire naked in a tavern courtyard is a bad idea. Although… actually, it’s fine (He might even give the old man a few performance tips) — if it means the paladin will finally stop begging Esthersund for beer money every evening.
Happy birthday to me! To honor this event, I'm working on my beloved Durge Nor and lilies... again
Lady Bellatrix in medieval clothes (it was DTIYS, but I ended up drawing my own OC)
Rymrgand embodies not just death, but all manifestations of collapse - be they famine, plague, or simple bad luck. Rymrgand is a primal god, silent and inscrutable as death itself. When the Beast of Winter stirs, bitter winds and beastly howling follow the creature's every move. Wherever the beast plants a hoof, all life withers into dust.
Berath teaches us that duality exists in all things. There is Life in Death, and Death in Life - embrace this duality and you honor Berath.
Laúng, also called Laúng-a-very-long-dragonborn-name, also called Lemon, also called "Where did all my potions go from my backpack?" in coop
I saw this photo and couldn't resist
Handsome rogue with 26 AC
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Some dragonborn sketches
I rarely draw women, but I was inspired to draw myself and my aesthetics
My oathbreaker Durge with some lilies
My Lathander cleric from DnD
I called this golden young man Esthersund ❤️
Drawing my Durge after a long break
Just... Take this meme redraw with Kot (Cat)
Text: "capacity: 17 toxins / memes" Kot loves to drink toxins, let's not judge him
When you are under mental abuse because of your chidfree stance, BPD is unrelenting and war begins to come to your home again, the mind tends to spin out of control. I looked to my Tav, that I never got discouraged or sad. I imagined that he like the big brother of mine that I never had, would always be there for me and I would never be alone.
And sitting in a summer field in the evening, with the birds singing and seeing off the day, I will find peace in my mind with him.
Another character of mine from the Pathfinder tabletop. Also from adventure "Reign of Winter". Previously mentioned here.
Lady Bellatrix, owner of her own flying island in nowhere, chaotic evil witch who likes to amuse herself by causing trouble for my frieds-adventurers.
Rain of worms? Sure! Suddenly grow a field of stinking flowers? She loves that! Send her many subordinates (They're all called Publius) into battle against adventurers? Oh, that's her favorite thing to do.
And yes, she has a ram's horn in her hair.
There is another theme tied to rams, which I will reveal later in another art. When she was a simple witch, her only Publius (our friend) had to sacrifice a ram in exchange for her help. He was looking for a ram for her for a very long time, our friend posted pictures of rams every day for month - it was a local meme in our community later.
Bellatrix was absent from the plot for two years, but our new GM decided to bring her in >:)