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Don’t know who this is. I just think I did a good job.

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When you have a lot of free time in class you get art done. This is Sarix my Dragonborn Draconic Sorcerer. He is the second i’ve made in the beginning after the First Bax died. He is shorter then most Dragonborn and grinds his horns down so that hoods fit better. 

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this is a dumb Microsoft Paint sketch i did today when I should have been doing work. Its some sort of lizard man.

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Sar’ Morah - City of Jewels

Home of the Dragon Council, Capital of the Draconic Isles and a symbol of the permanence of the Draconic Powers, Sar’Morah is a city unlike any other. Located with its back to the La’faggs Mountain range, with the bay of Sar’Iso and the forest of Sar’jagto to the east and nothing but rolling hills and vast plains to the south, Sar’Morah is a city that is secure in its place in the world. The city its self takes up a wide expanse of land having Four large districts, each separated by the ancient walls that have stood since the city was first built during the time of the first Dragon Council. The districts are distinct in their denizens and their importance. There is the Aujir, or Bronze, District, where the commoners and lower class workers live. The Orn, or Silver District, where most of the middle class and middling work is done. The Aurix or Gold District where the nobility and highly important people live and work. And then finally the Silney, or Adamantine District, where the Dragon Council resides, what is also known as the Forbidden Palace, which is housed at the very center of the city.

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Book of Wyrms: The First World, Sovereign

Long ago, before the Lost Era, the Dragons lived in a place that was different from Aeon, a place where they ruled supreme with no other creature being their equal. That world was called Sovereign, a world that, to the Dragons, was the ruler of all the Heavens and superior to all others. A name to match their natural feelings of grandeur and self worth.

Sovereign is told to be a world that was to the scale of the dragons, giant trees known as Arch Trees sprung mightily like wooden mountains out of the forests. Mountains that reached to the very edge of the perfect bubble that the world had around it. Oceans so vast you could fit kingdoms upon kingdoms with out ever knowing about them. This was the world the Dragons used to call home.

The Sun of this world was named Bahamut, or the Giver of Life, the golden rays of this majestic orb housing one of the Primevals, the Dragons that are even above other Dragons. Bahamut circled the world during the day, the heat radiating down and heating the scales of the denizens of Sovereign. At night, Tiamat, another said to be home to another Primeval, the one that is said to make Life ebb and flow like the tides of the world. There were, of course, other Primevals, the dragon who lived at the core of Sovereign, the one who flew ever in the clouds, the one who could control the vast oceans, so very many.

These two forces the Giver of Life and the One who made it ebb away were said to be the center of the Dragons life force, or Darastrix Jedark. This force allowed the dragons to reproduce and ultimately survive. Dragons were eternal and would always rule their world and that made them content.

Then came the great Maelstrom, the very thing that pulled most of the mighty Dragons away from Sovereign and planted them on a strange planet. A small thing that could barely hold a candle to the grandeur of Sovereign. The planet had apprently seen a great travesty, the same thing that brought the Dragons to this place. The Dragons quickly found their bearings and possibly to find a way back to their home, but to no avail.

Not only were they now away from their world, they were cut off from their Dragonforce, the thing that allowed the creatures to reproduce and live. They could not make more, so they would have to make sure that they survived, until they found a way back to the First World, the Legendary World, of Sovereign.

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Bill the Bastard - Freshly Made Skeleton

Bill the Bastard is the character I created for the campaign we just started. He used to be human until an adventure before the current one. A low level necromancer read from a book in a last ditch effort to kill the team prior. He managed to do the one thing that every Necromancer has dreamed of since the beginning of Necromancy, they turned Bill into a perfectly sentient undead. Bill’s full name is William Beuford Tavington but he gained the moniker Bill the Bastard from his party and poeple who knew him. He always has a snarky reaction to most things and does what he wants. Not the person you want with magic powers.

Now that  he is undead, the meat left on his bones literally putrifying and falling off all through our campaign tonight until finally it fell off completely. Now he is a skeleton that has little care for anything and seems to not mind if everyone in a town knows about him.

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Dr. Vincent Holmwood - Gentleman Hunter!

o“As a Gentleman, I find The Hunt uncomfortable and horrid. But as a Doctor, I swore that none would suffer under my care. So... As a Hunter... I will seek out the infected and end their suffering. So, with lead in my heart, I go forth.”

Dr. Vincent Holmwood was one of the many doctors in Yharnam during the time of the Ashen Blood plague that hit Old Yharnam in the years before the Blood Moon fell on the city. He was like any other doctor, he looked after the sick, healed the wounded and held a great care for all of his patients.  He was also deeply connected to the Yharnam social circle, being considered the model gentleman by many of his colleagues. To many from the outside he seemed like a dandy as well and were surprised when they found him to be a doctor who didn’t blink at the sight of blood.

However, there was one thing that he did shrink away from at first. When the Healing Church swooped in with its magical cure against the Ashen Blood Plague. He was a skeptic of anything that had as miraculous an effect as the Church’s Good Blood. In his experience, introducing strange fluids into patients was usually frowned upon. Not only that, he saw the patterns that were starting to emerge. Hunts and Hunters were common in the city and for a while they kept the Beasts at bay. However, he saw the number of beasts and the frequency of larger hunts start to rise and he was smart enough to know that perhaps it was the blood that was the connection.

He never planned on taking blood ministration. He found his own medicinal expertise enough for his patients, dwindling as they were and himself. That is until he was struck with the Ashen Blood himself. At first he thought it was a common sickness, taking his typical medicines for his symptoms. They provided temporary relief but they always sprung back and sprung back stronger. He quarantined himself and closed his clinic. He wouldn’t spread his sickness to his patients by exposing them while trying to treat them.

As he sat in his dark clinic, dark thoughts crept into his mind. Was this the end for him? What had he done to infect himself? He was always clean and methotical. He always treated his patients with the right amount of care and if needed, the right amount of harshness, not everyone liked following doctor’s orders. His life was fading and he had no clue as to what to do. 

Well... He had a thought. There was a clinic nearby that specialized in Blood Ministration. A former colleague of his that had fully embraced the Good Blood of the Church. The blood was the only way to get rid of this sickness and he knew it. He had held on stubbornly to his notions of what was the ‘Right’ and ‘Wrong’ side of medicine. He reprimanded himself for being so stuck in the old ways both as a Doctor and a Gentleman. 

So, he found his way to the clinic, Ioselfka’s, the woman who had taken most if not all of his patients in his absence. He was welcomed by one of her doctors, laid down on the table and then told to relax... That his affliction would soon be scoured from his system and that his nightmare would be over. Of course, we know how that story goes, don’t we?

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Just finished Undertale on True Pacifist

I don’t have the will or the heart to do a Genocide. It ain’t happening. I am even hesitant to reset to play through again. It made me feel GOOD. I’ve not had a game make me feel like this in a long time. It feels like the end of my first play-through of Ocarina of Time. Seeing Midna leave in Twilight Princess. So many good memories with the characters that you don’t want them to leave. That is why I LOVE Undertale.