#aasimar bard

[siennadraws]

guys, is that grave rumbling?

anyway, just added scars she had for some years now, her lvl 6 hairstyle and uh dw about the burn scars growing ahah

now for the armor

edit: forgot her bellybutton piercing

[auntphibian]

My bard Meku got married!!!

Her new husband is Gil the Barbarian!

[euphorroria]

Happy artfight day everybody!

[balmungkriemhild]

5 days late to V-day but it's ok here's my newest Aasimar Gran-Amora she's a musician who performs at weddings and she WILL befriend her adventuring party members

[cobaltash]

@oc-tober2023

DAY 2: Education

This one with my Aasimar Eloquence Bard, Odelle Edima, who just lives for learning!

You see, Odelle had a hard start in life. In a world where aasiamars are very rare and many superstitions are spread about them, a small cult, obsessed with gleaning what comes after death, decided that pushing an aasimar to the very brink of death through slow systematic torture and then pulling her back, would leave her with the impression of what came next.

The poor aasimar child that the cult obtained and carried out their experiment on, never remembered anything beyond the pain. Maybe she was too small to remember when she came into the cult’s possession, or maybe the pain was so great that all memory was wiped from her. For gods only knew how long, the little aasimar only knew pain, not having even the comfort of words to place her thoughts into, for if she ever knew a language, it had long been driven from her.  

But then there was one moment… one blessed, wonderful moment, when a voice spoke to her. It spoke clearly, gently and encouragingly, in words the little aasimar could not understand, but she still reached for it nonetheless. Later, she would be told that her action had been what tipped the balance of a fierce battle that had been taking place around her at the time.

The cult’s experiments were disrupted by a band of adventurers who had assaulted their stronghold at the time, and were in the middle of fighting each other to a standstill, when a strong discharge of energy brought the cult’s leader to her knees momentarily, an opening that the adventurers did not hesitate to take advantage of.

The little aasimar has no memory of this. Only the Voice calling to her. Later, she heard words again. Different from the Voice’s words, but not unpleasant. And no pain. Oh, blessed absence of pain…

The adventurers, meanwhile, decided to settle in the town that they had saved from the cult which had apparently been interested in way more than the little aasimar’s pain. One of the adventurers, a kind-hearted bard, took a particular interest in the little aasimar he had saved and put in the work to pull her into the world. He gave her the name Odelle for her own and taught her words. And from words… oh how many things were to be learned once words were mastered.

And Odelle was a ravenous student. History, science, literature… everything that the bard presented her with, her mind devoured. But his words weren’t just informative, they were also soothing. While nothing could erase the pain, she learned, from him, to also love. To love life and flowers and the sunset and the smile of a child that never knew more pain than a skinned knee. And through all of this, she kept searching for the Voice’s words. She has yet to learn of any even comparable to them, but she is still looking. Still learning. Always learning.

[theocannibalistic]

carry me in your teeth with tender jaws of sympathy!

[cinder-valestera]

Been working between commissions to give my bard bby a revamp and finally give her the body build I imagined her with!

Bree Chanson belongs to me~

[nerrelsdraw]

I started to playing with friends in dnd campaign Out of the Abyss. We rn at the begining of story.

Here's portrait of my character - Althur, lvl 1 aasimar bard.

He has metalic golden hair and sun like eyes 👀.

Originally I create Althur in Pathfinder Wraith of the Righteouns. He got himself Sosiel as bf. And I will try rp him properly.

Rn now, my character got his flute broken by lover of evil drow priestess. As revenge (and because it looked pretty) he stole her bathing robe...and all of her wardrobe, lol.

We have pretty colorful party. So, when I get a chance I will draw them!