#darkroguewithhelp

[kerisugi]

I drew @darkroguewithhelp’s drow character, Zacar, as a gif. I couldn’t color it in time for Drowcember, unfortunately. But they’re a really cool roleplayer who’s super nice and I wanted to do something nice for them.

[glitterdust-chaos]

@darkroguewithhelp​

The young man was quiet as he walked through the familiar town, thought his arms were wrapped around himself and he looked much more sullen than his usual, bubbly self. a dark purple cloak was wrapped around his slim shoulders, and he glanced around with wide violet eyes with heavy dark circles around them, like he hadn’t slept well in a good fortnight.

He came up to a familiar tavern, pushing the door open quietly and stepping inside. glancing at the bar, his eyes widened and he gasped before stumbling towards the familiar-looking figure sitting there.

“Zacar.” he called out, making his way over to the drow’s side.

[poisonrevolutionary]

It was about a month later when a familiar rogue drow came into the shop again. He had picked the lock and come threw the window again but this time, he had a bloody arm and he more like fell in as he was laying on the table. He was hurt and nearly unconceous. (Darkroguewithhelp)

Labil was just getting ready forbed. The sun had gone down, and all of the patrons of the potion shop wereeither in bed or at the tavern, which it why it was so alarming when he heard athump from downstairs. “It’s just the wind” he told himself. Wind, being astrange, new surface thing that he was still getting used to. So many timesLabil had jumped at the sound of the shutters banging against the window… butstill… With Naomi still at the tavern (no doubt looking to go home with somestrapping young lad or lass) it was better he be safe than sorry.

He picked up his sword again. Hewas still not very good at attacking with it, but his footwork had improved. Atleast now he knew how to parry. With sword in hand, he crept down the stairs,turning his head around the corner to the shop, proper. That bloody window wasopen, again. And speaking of bloody, a trail of blood lead right to thepreparations table, which held a rather limp and familiar looking hoodedfigure.

He pointed his sword at him “Whatare you doing back here?” He asked, but there came no answer. Labil furrowedhis brow in concern. “I-is this some sort of trick?” Still no answer. He took afew moments to fret over his predicament before sheathing his sword, scurryingdown the stairs and grabbing a potion of cure light wounds and some smellingsalts.  He cracked the salts and waftedthem beneath the intruder’s nose.