#azimir

[splintered-muse]

Busy crying thinking about the way Adolin, whose name means “born unto light,” ends up in the one city that’s a beacon of light among the ever ongoing storm

[cosmereplay]

May Aladar, reporting for duty!

Drawn by @stormscience and coloured by @cosmereplay

[ID copied from alt text: A digital illustration of May Aladar, shown from the waist up, standing in the street in Azimir and looking at the viewer. She has tan skin, light yellow eyes, and short black wavy hair that curls artfully in every which direction. She wears pale yellow and maroon clothing with leather shoulder armour. She's got a bow and quiver of arrows over her shoulder, and she holds a book in her gloved safehand. Her freehand holds a pen, hovering and ready to write. The background contains brightly-coloured buildings with painted patterns. Guards chat outside one building and some women are gathered on the other side of the street. It's bright and sunny outside with a bit of a haze. May looks directly at the viewer, attentive and ready to respond. End ID.]

[chill-reading-books]

His suspicion is understandable given the past, it's quite reasonable and I appreciate their healthy suspicion of outsiders with too much fondness for conquering. Aaaannnnd I also quite look forward to Adolin winning him over so they can truly work together :))

[attractthecrows]

He deserves His own post

Azimir, favored son of Bhaal

[attractthecrows]

Azimir Kaassimolar

By all rights, he should be a surgeon, a scientist or doctor of great renown. He has the knowledge, the temperament, the drive. He knows the anatomical quirks of all the sapient races, as well as most beasts & monsters. He's quick-witted, contemplative, and completely unflappable. As a frontline trauma surgeon, he is peerless. But Azimir Kaassimolar is Bhaalspawn, wrought of Bhaal's own flesh, animated by the unholy ichor of Bhaal's own blood. He is the favored son of the Lord of Murder; to save lives would be antithetical.

His casual clothes as listed:

underwear

stockings

linen shirt (white, black, or gray)

shirt cuffs

cotton or silk trousers (summer short, winter long)

cinch belt

châtelaine (pencil, knife, buttonhook, notebook)

shoes - caligae or barefoot

[attractthecrows]

He'd been a bright, but normal boy, once upon a time. Quiet, but inquisitive, always poking through the tiniest of details he could manage, finding secrets wherever he could. He took his notebooks with him everywhere, writing down every single scrap of information that he came across. He was always meticulous, fastidious, yet prone to losing himself in the examination of his newest interest.

He had a fascination with the laws of the world. Magic, gravity, time, gods. To him, they were all strings holding up the tapestry of reality. And then he discovered death - a way to pluck the strings. After that, Bhaal's voice became clear to him, and He embraced His father.

[attractthecrows]

havent thought about Azimir in awhile. Beloved. reticent asshole surgeon who uses his tail to slap people. completely bereft of genitalia

[attractthecrows]

am i really giving my durge fucked up homunculus legs. am i really

thats a stupid question of course i am