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The Forsaken by
JiminH99 She had refused to accept that the sword had refused her, for was she not the Chosen One? So she exhumed it, sword and stone and all. But little did she know, the sword had long been corrupted, and lured the prideful to their doom with the promise of the glory it would bring.
You're an adventurer. You've done some things in the name of good, you consider yourself a good person. You're a good person. But you're worried, worried you're going to be hurt, worried you can't save everyone. You're just a small human with a sword and armor, and you're going up agasint wyverns, and ghouls and vampires and the like. Because of this, a demon comes to you to talk.
The demon says he can help. He knows you know he's evil. But he's far from the worst evil in the mulitverse. If you had to choose between him and a tyrant dragon, or between him and an evil lich, you'd choose him every single time. He tells you he can give you the power to stop these things, if you just pledge yourself to him, you won't have to do much, just let him help you.
And for awhile you have his power. You fight with a firey sword and eldrich armor. With him, you save people you could never save before, and slain evils you never could have. There are some sacrifices, he tells you to do things, small inconsequential things, little rituals that don't mean much to you. This is fine, it's normal, adventurers have done this before.
As time goes on your demon tells you there are certain people who you can't fight, they're his freinds, and you consider that pretty ok. They can't be that bad if he works with you. This is normal and ok. Your skin is turning pale, and your eyes are changing color, but that's normal and excusable, you just tell people your family if further north then they're really from and they think you've always been like this.
You start to have freinds who stay away from you, they say your going down the wrong path. But they're the real evil ones, you need this power to do good, they're basically telling you that you shouldn't be doing good. You know your demon is evil, you're just making a sacrifice for the greater good. You're dressing more like someone who follows him now, but it's good quality armor and clothing so you don't mind. Sometimes there are people who he tells you that you can't save or can't help, you feel bad about it, really bad, but you tell yourself that there's no saving them anyway, the alternative would be not having the power to save them. This is normal and ok.
Eventually he starts telling you that you need to kill things for him. You assume they're people who need to he killed, and don't think about it often. This demon may be a demon but he's done so much good for you, his enemies can't be good people. He takes you to his realm a lot to show you off, to show how good you've been, you honestly feel kind of proud. You're too pale to pass as human now, and your eyes are a deep red, even your teeth are getting sharper, you just say your from an uncommon race when people ask. None of your old freinds talk to you. You know you have to be doing good, if this were wrong there would be a lot of evil you'd have to face in yourself.
You've relocated to the demon's plane now to live with him. He sends you out to other realms to kill people for him, you don't have time to ask who they are, he even let's you consume the blood of the people who you kill, it makes you feel good when you do. When you're not wearing the armor gives you, he just has you wear a loincloth and jewels. He pets your head sometimes and it feels good, and he shows you off to the other demons and you feel nice and pretty. He'll carve little symbols into your white skin, and has you wear a little color for him, this is normal, you're happy to serve him. He does what he wants with your body, but you feel ok about it, you don't have to worry about moral choices anymore, your demon always tells you what's the right decision, and all you have to do is go along with it.
The next drawing for strahdtober will not be until tomorrow, as I plan to cheat slightly But instead I wanted to show my Gabrielle as a vampire spawn I think it's still one of my favorite things I've created so far!
(BIG SPOILERS FOR CURSE OF STRAHD BELOW)
(please do not read if you have not completed the campaign)
At the end of our campaign, we were able to defeat Strahd. Everyone's happy, we can leave, wonderful. But as we all know, Strahd can't be killed, he will return in some time. So as we found out at the end of the campaign, my Gabrielle and our warlock Gunnar (Two of the three characters who survived the campaign) decided to return to Barovia after Strahd returned. In my mind it ended up that the two of them, without the rest of the party, were unable to stand up on their own against Strahd who was already prepared for them.
So after a long struggle they lost
And my Gabrielle was turned into a vampire spawn
And because I like doing this with my art...here's some excerpts from.The Dead Knight by John Masefield read by Glen McCready. I requested the full poem in a cameo last year and I've been sat on this for a long time....ever since I had this idea in my head
If you'd like to hear the full poem let me know in the comments and I'll share it :)
**Beneath The Embers**
Within the hollow alleys of Southern Waterdeep. Two allies, now - friends. Go in search of answers, inside the house - one filled with blissful memories of the past.
Having encountered the charred writing on the wall, carved of diabolical origin.
A name rang audibly from under Briar's whiskers; so did it fill the now oathless elf's mind, as the writing turned bright red, filling the house with smoke, threatening to consume all under a blanket of ruthless fire.
The two of them barely escaped. The once considered home, now gone; taken away.
The beating of wings as griffin riders flew overhead - closing in.
Striga held onto her uncle's hat, but truly - she was trying to preserve what little peace she had left.
The low, vicious cackle that formed the flames echoed deep within Striga's head, before inciting the name once scarred across the interior.
A ruthless, billowing promise - the same scorched into the wall:
"You're next. Warfiend!"
Still anchored by the pain that now riled her, the question dawned upon Striga - What will it take to keep what's left? What will happen once all is gone, buried beneath the embers?
— text by DM, who has made a sport of putting worms in my brain
My old curse of strahd bbys
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Fallen paladin Vantus and his Tiefling companion Nia
Maybe a decade ago, my friends and I did a parody for a Rock Band contest at PlayOnCon, which we called Phat L00t by Sum4d6.
Now, with the help of Pandemic Date Night, we’ve actually recorded the song for real and made a music video!
My oath breaker paladin from a curse of strahd campaign. He was an Oath of the Ancients who just saw too much and eventually the inner light just went out.
No epic moment of breaking his oath, no sound and fury, just the silent blowing out of a candle.
