#ca campaign

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The Party of the Capitalist Apocalypse Campaign. --Roll call-- right to left; Simon - Paladin Human - played by yours truly Nuromai - Bard "Valr" (Aasimar equivalent) - played by @awkwardosthe3rd Niente - Warlock "Vermyn" (Changeling equivalent) - played by @lucaerindales And every NPC is played by DrownedJester

A little blurb to set the scene on how they met --- A priest, a Valr and a Vermyn walk into a nightclub, you'll never guess who ends up getting punched in the face. --- Most citizens of New Morrow of course would guess Vermyn - They supposedly are ungodly creatures that started crawling out from the ocean after the Melantide- when the seas began to turn black; Eldritch beasts large and small, inexplicable in their shapes and behaviors, only useful for their harvestable "Dark flesh", harboring strange abilities. After all, magic is something that cannot be learned easily- so, if you spot anyone with, per say, a pair of spectral hands that can appear in place of 2 missing arms, you'd assume they carry a dark flesh augmentation. However, sailors might disagree with that pick, they know Vermyn can be quite agreeable, some walk and talk like anyone else. So maybe it's the priest; A lightkeeper should be a beacon of virtue, untouched by vices - of course they'd not be welcome at a nightclub, where people come to indulge after a day of worrying how long it'll be before the black sea swallows all. No one would assume a Valr to be victim of such bodily assault - carrying a legacy of providing aid and guidance to humanity, but now few and far between - winged beings of divine blood, but who have fallen not so long ago, their kind dwindling - they'd at most be looked at curiously, entering such an establishment. Yet. Here we are; The Golden Pheasant isn't like most other nightclubs. A Vermyn has been employed there for a long while, working a multitude of jobs under various names. A Priest has become a regular after many months of dancing, drinking and seeking out plenty carnal desires - a well-known secret amongst this community, after all this reckless behavior would get him executed if found out. And a Valr entered one day - looking quite out of place of course, prim and proper, not well-versed in this side of society at all - they found some things they didnt expect to find, but also dug in places they were unwelcome to. Who could've guessed?

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I gotta make sure to mention that the track that was put on repeat while drawing this dance collection was Red Wine Supernova, because ofc it was.

Also as a fun lil comparison- this sketch page was done a month ago, and here's some dancing I've sketched of them a year prior

I still like these, but I'm glad to see I've gotten a better grasp on their shapes to get a more comfortable looking result!

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Some more Backstory time! -Part1- Family Home

Simon came from a small household, and growing up he slowly became more and more aware of the turmoil between his parents. Dwindling business combination with a father struggling with a gambling habit caused many nights of arguments and unpleasant conversations to be overheard within their homestead. Still, he set out to ensure his younger sister is kept away from all those worries and anxieties; made up stories, play-acting and fantasies of adventures - all to keep her away from the need of growing up too soon. He carried out the role of older brother with stubborn pride, but it meant there was some distance growing between him and his parents. ------ Mom: Leah Dad: Ollie Sister: Livia

Simons birthname: Matthias

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Y'all know what, I've been progressively amassing a collection of art, doodles and shitposts all surrounding one of our ongoing Dungeons and Dragons campaigns // aka I've had character brainrot for a while// and I think Tumblr might actually be a good site to try and start figuring out how to even just,, start, posting about it in a semi-cohesive manner - it'll be quite self-indulgent. So. I'll be tagging content and art related to this campaign as "CA Campaign" since the server dedicated to it is named "Capitalist Apocalypse"

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Been drawing this dude for a whole year and slowly I've been learning how the hell to sketch out his square-ass bodyshape to not look stiff, and on the way learned a thing or two about balancing proportions and size-ratio too Very worthwhile endeavor

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-Cyrenic Blackbourne-

Head of his own company, said to have come from nothing; a self-made man. He seems to have discovered a way to securely resurrect humans after expiring, calling their souls back from the beyond into a new body. So far this service is only being offered to the higher class Elites - an exclusive, new and of course pricey service. But even though he has cornered a market and has no rival to compete with, he has yet to be invited to sit at the council of industry leaders.

There are some mixed feelings on Blackbourne throughout the city- he says he intends to eventually make this service accessible to the lower class as well, he donates frequently, and even has storm shelters built and maintained. Some do deride him however, since resurrecting those in power in perpetuity just insures that the current status quo is forever maintained. ...Some also worry about the Leviathan he keeps- A giant sea beast that is being kept docile in its enclosure near the city proper. The details on how exactly he managed to "capture" it many years back, remain vague.

--- We meet him early since, as it turns out, he had taken in Nuromai just a year prior and they had worked out a mutually beneficial business partnership since then. All that Nuromai initially learned of New Morrow and its culture- its people, was taught by this man. But they've discovered early on that Cyrenic Blackbourne is a labyrinthine tangle of secrets, of dangers unknown, and occasional weird contradictions.

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Lil Chiibs of the gang!

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Another NPC introduction: Jamie! Simon's been sleeping around in the nightclub for a lil bit, but he was not expecting to catch himself someone down for more consistent entanglements. Though "catching" is maybe giving him too much credit- our local drunk Lightkeeper is not known for his people-reading skills. Alas, indulging in the joys of life with whatever time he has is all that is on his mind for now, and this Jamie fellow seems happy to join in those endeavors. Though surely lose interest eventually, right?? Simon won't rock the boat for now at the very least