pumped out some quick sketches of Talyn, Kadyn and Vynania. Trying to get into the habit of at least sketching some things more often.
Please ignore the fact that I need to practice drawing hands more often orz

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pumped out some quick sketches of Talyn, Kadyn and Vynania. Trying to get into the habit of at least sketching some things more often.
Please ignore the fact that I need to practice drawing hands more often orz
She stepped out of the cell, back straight as she strode down the short hallway into the room where the guards had evacuated. Eyes dart to the side as she passes the corner, unsurprised to see a smear of blood on the stone wall. The guard that had tested her patience lay in a crumpled heap on the floor - and his killer, a Tabaxi man, blew the smoke from the barrel of his gun.
“..Clean shot.” Vynania commented, her tone flat. To which the Tabaxi flashed her a fanged grin.
“Vynania d’Lyrandar in the flesh! So sorry for my men’s disrespect toward you. You can be certain it’ll never happen again. I run a tight shift, you see, and I don’t tolerate such actions toward our guests.”
“You normally strip your guests of their arms and armor and lock them up in a cell?”
“Precautions, you understand. My employer is paying good coin to keep you safe, after all. Wouldn’t want that money to go to waste.”
Locking eyes with him, her lips pursed into a sneer. “Enough chat. You obviously need me for something. Spill it.”
If that Cheshire Grin could get any wider, his face would split in two. “By all means, lets talk business.. Have a seat.”
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Had a solo-session the other night with my DM to sort out Vynania’s fate after her group temporarily left her petrified in a beholder’s den. Turns out someone else found her first and they’ve got some plans for her...
Another appearance update, this time with Vynania! I wanted to include some iconage of her house, so I found a design to use for her belt. (Also suspenders because those are hot)
So ah, I forgot to go over what happened in our dnd sessions this past weekend.
Icewind Dale -
A Mythril Dragon landed in Bryn Shander, Naiora’s hometown, and threatened to destroy it. Thankfully, our group managed to bring the dragon down, but she happened to be the only one that nearly died from the encounter - only to find out after the fact that her parents are now missing.
Eberron -
Vynania and the group, slightly wounded and weary, decided to ultimately go up against the beholder they were supposed to go after. The group won, but at quite a heavy cost, as it took the lives of Hawth, Alistair, and Jacob. Vynania, additionally, was left petrified with a promise of one day returning for her.
The other players have taken to calling her the ‘weeping angel’, on account of the fact that she was petrified in the middle of trying to help Alistair, who had also been petrified at the time. Her hands had froze in place, resting on either side of his head and are now left grasping nothing but air.
Big sad that I can’t make a buff angry Elezen lady, so Hyur will have to do. I’m tellin’ y’all, I’m pretty much obsessed with the FFXIV character creation lmao
@thestupidmeanone
It wasn’t uncommon to hear about raids on the lightning rails. Bandits were notorious for it, but that didn’t mean Vynania was about to take this without a fight. Shield in one hand and axe in the other, her eyes spelled death to anyone who stood in her way. Namely, one of the bandits that was currently man-handling one of the other passengers... Until he had an axe buried in his skull and blood splattering the side of the train car.
@rcnger
“It’s going to storm.”
Even with the air being clear, and the waters pleasant, Vynania knew how to read the skies. She leaned up against the pillar of one of the small town’s docks, eyes looking outward to the ocean and the ships coming and going. Deep blue eyes flick to the passing tiefling.
“I wouldn’t go out there if I were you. Had half a dozen men laugh at my face after I warned them. They’re not coming back.”