#dambrath

[dreadlock-detective]

Man, just took a stroll down memory lane. I had forgotten how moving your art of Dindel was.

Glad to know you're still around and enjoying making art~ Really brightens my day anytime your new post notification pops up. Cheers

Aww, that's super sweet of you, Anon. Thanks <3

That poor girl really went through some things didn't she? Glad you got some enjoyment/feels out of her trauma shenanigans!

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Last time on Hot for Healer:

Perus, the party’s newest member and cleric of Tyr, got very emotional learning that Dindel only owned 4 sets of clothing. When we got into town he sought very hard to rectify this apparent tragedy by buying the fanciest, poofiest, most aburdiest thing they had in her size.

(He also blew all of his money on it, apparently, because Dindel who at this point has thousands of gold wouldn’t waste any on frivolous clothes~)

Dindel isn’t a child (she’s 20-ish), but try telling that to the team dads of Essmer and Perus, who totally aren’t projecting on to her at all while their own daughters are away nope definitely not.

On the other hand, I haven’t had the chance to bring out Dindel’s sassy side ever since Niles stopped being a jerkface, so having this cleric around that she gives zero shits about pleasing is pretty refreshing~

(I had way too much fun drawing all the expressions on these pages)

[dreadlock-detective]

[Dindel wasn’t to be the end of her bloodline, after all]

Though this event is actually sometime in the future, but, well, the game got permanently canceled this weekend before we were supposed to play. The DM was just burnt out on everything, dropped it and out of other games he was in. So “officially” that’s as far as it’s going, but me and a few of the other players love these doofuses and want to at least give them closure for the current arc, so we’ll see what happens. And I doubt I’ll stop drawing them, because these idiots are special~

Never even got to the Kingmaker part of the game, where in there would be large time skips in which this would have happened (Provided we both survived the fight with the dragon). But I can’t complain too much - it was a great ride while it lasted.

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I don't need more clothes if I'm not freezin' and I don't want a love that I can't feel I can't use a dirty lie Just to help me pass my time Love only matters when it's real

Now I met a man who made a million copper Built himself a mansion up on high He worked hard every day 'till his strength passed him away Now he sits and watches lovers pass him by

I gave my gal a neck that shined with diamonds Prettiest piece that you would ever find She left it in the drawer when she walked right out my door Turns out all she needed was my time

Now I know you can tell I'm not a rich man 'specs you know that I'm not a rich man's son But you should run and play Gather roses while you may You can't buy your time back when it's done

- Things that Matter by Guy Forsyth [slightly edited for the setting]

A pile of art from after the last Dindel session where she met her elven grandmother~ (which was a little while back now - last session got cancelled)

It was a VERY Dindel-centric session, and had a lot of interesting developments! Of note in particular:

Dindel’s elven bloodline goes WAY back, and (nearly) always has various types of divine power

Grandmother’s powers were for healing and as a seer - she had forseen Dindel visiting the elven city long ago.

Dindel’s great grandfather was a holy warrior using blasty magic like she has (some) access to

Dindel’s full name was always Dandelion, but just kinda slurred into Dindelion, or so I thought. But turns out her name in elvish is pronounced “Din-del-leon”~

Grandmother was SUPER supportive and loving and proud of Dindel, giving her a sense of belonging and love that she desperately needed - bonus points for being from a female sorceress from her elven side, as she always feared she was a freak and would be an embarrassment to that side of her family

Grandmother, sadly, also knew she was dying that night - she was almost 1.5 millennia old at that point, and had been pushing to prolong her life just so she could meet Dindel, so it was bittersweet, but she was also pretty upfront about that from the start, so it wasn’t a surprise either

Knowing she wouldn’t get another chance and feeling a bit more self-confident and wanting to share something with her Grandmother that she hadn’t with anyone before, Dindel sang for the first time in the campaign (Which Niles, her bard boyfriend, was pleasantly shocked to hear) This actually involved me singing and I think I near died of embarrassment even after the multiple minutes it took me to work up the guts to do it

Grandmother left all her belongings to Dindel, so not only is she not technically homeless for the first time since she was very young, she also now owns an Alchemy lab outside the small hut

Dindel also nat-20′d a roll to start figuring out Alchemy from her grandmother’s notes, so that went SUPER well, and boosted her confidence up even higher!

Girl’s actually feeling pretty dang good right now, probably the best she’s felt the entire campaign~

Not all sunshine and rainbows though - aside from Grandmother’s passing, she also found out why her mother had abandoned her and her father back when she was 5 or so. That (nearly) qualifier in the first bullet about her elven family always having divine powers? Yeah, her mother didn’t. And didn’t take it well when Dindel started showing that she did. At all. So that’s kind of a bitter pill, but at least now she knows why her dad would always avoid telling her what happened.

Anyway, that aside, Dindel’s got a family legacy to live up to and is gonna go beat the hell out of a green dragon, cuz that’s just the kind of things they do, damnit!

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pixelized versions of the Dambrath campaign PC’s~ minus Lucan because Gaius is just a full replacement for him anyway.

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Haven’t been doing a ton of art lately, but did some Dindel to relax~ slightly elevated view, probably closer to what her companions are used to lol. I mean she isn’t really short (5′4-5 or something I think?) but everyone else is over 6′ sooo~

Currently the group is camped just outside the foggy lands controlled by a coven of witches, which are our targets. It has been extremely heavily suggested that these hags are very likely to know about us and love to make deals that are very tempting. We’re a pile of mentally scarred, barely functional idiots. What could go wrong?

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Doodles of the Dambrath campaign~

[top left] Dindel and Niles both failed pretty badly to learn tool proficiency from Essmer - we have chaulked it up to Dindel being entirely foreign to proper education and Niles spending all of his time trying to help her.

[top right] So more death and bad things happened and Dindel and Niles were standing vigil over a grave for religious reasons. Both Gaius and Essmer had the plan to bring them food out, which led to a brief bit of tension~ The four had a relatively nice conversation over dinner though, including one of the first times they got to bond with Gaius, since he’s a relatively new PC to the campaign. [bottom left] Perus, our cleric, is a family man and absolutely the only person in the group that has a healthy relationship with his family and he is having trouble keeping up with all the other’s emotional hangups [bottom right] Essmer’s got your number, THEISTS!

[tale-chaser]

Ilimar

Like the legendary Shandaular, the ruined city of Ilimar is divided between the two ends of a portal. 

The portal’s northern terminus lies in the western reaches of the Gulthmere Forest, near the southern shore of the Lake of the Long Arm. 

This set of ruins is the domain of giant spiders and serpent-bodied lamia nobles descended from the infamous Nessmara, who recovered the Maguscepter and reigned as Westgate’s queen from 615 DR to 616 DR.

The portal’ssouthern terminus lies on the eastern slopes of Muaroghal (the East Wall of Halruaa), north of the Great Swamp of Rethild. 

This portion of the ruined city is ruled by a circle of spirit nagas who are worshiped as gods by the lizardfolk tribes of the Great Swamp.

Millennia ago, Ilimar was founded by a minor clan of sarrukh whose members served as slave procurers for the great empires of Isstosseffifil and Mhairshaulk. Three Ilimari sarrukh who have been in hibernation since before the drow conquest of Dambrath still lie buried amidst the southern ruins. 

Just as the lizardfolk venerate the nagas as divine beings, the spirit nagas revere the long-buried sarrukh as gods and patiently await their next awakening.