Time to post more art of my hot mess of a bard Sagan Nethersall~
We had traveled to the Underdark to save our cleric Aoife's sister (Grian), and we were in the thick of an intense battle against driders when I decided Sagan's high best course of action was to squat down and offer his Alchemy Jug. I believe I got an inspiration point for that. :')
Safely back at the monastery of Ilmater (but also inside Sagan's Mansion), our monk Eloi shared the mansion's unique cuisine with the boy she'd taken under her wing. On the literal other side of the table, Sagan and our wizard Kenrith got absolutely mullered.
Grian properly met Sagan and realized she recognized him as the goddamn famous bardic rockstar that he is. Understandably, she was confused as to how the crap her sister ended up roving around Avernus with him.
Oh right, Sagan's still being haunted by "The Fly" (an infernal entity who claims to be Beelzebub), which means the whole party is being fucked with, which now includes Grian. She was not happy when a fly crawled out of her recently-healed wound. He was not happy to be confronted about it.
As if things haven't been weird enough, SAGAN'S DEAD MOTHER has seemingly manifested as a presence within his Magnificent Mansion?! According to her, despite the fact that he doesn't really remember her (she died [mysteriously] when he was a toddler), he was able to accurately conjure her up thanks to elven generational memories. When she showed up, he was half-convinced he was just really, really high. I'M fairly convinced the DM is up to some fuckery. But as of the last session, Sagan has spent a couple of days of party downtime wallowing in his mansion and listening to stories and getting elven history lessons from Dead Mum. It's...bittersweet, whether or not she's legit. T_T
