#ilori

[undyingmedium]

Session night, and the first rolls have been amazing so far!

[failteam]

Divine Lance

Mostly a light practice but also a tribute to her epic cleric moment and Aasimar awakening and a Divine Lance ✨💙

[trololohfluffs]

Just some girls getting to know each other featuring REDXBACON_NSFW's girls too

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[ferberus-skull]

tundra time!!!! (part 1)

Amaranthus (he/him) | Tiffany (he/him)

Lily (she/her) | Sorrel (she/her)

Russell (he/him) | Arlen "The Seraph" (he/him?)

Ravencourt (he/him) | Epsilon (he/him)

Cytryna (she/her) | Ilori (he/him)

[undyingmedium]

"It is obvious that if we damage the shadow or you the effect is the same," the leader of the Seraphim guards walked towards the bleeding Anika as she forced herself to stand straight up, standing in front of Kairon while he tried to disarm the magical protection of the carriage. Ilori was busy trying to keep up her small shooting stars shower on the executors that were still gathered, but the scene certainly caught her attention; the Deep One was getting targeted by a multitude of flying bullets, reshaping his tendrils in order to avoid as much of the hits as he could, but with limited success.

Anika chuckled, pride straightening her pose despite her dire conditions. "Wooow! You have eyes!" The taunt was followed by a quick twirl and slap of her staff against some more chains trying to keep her in place, skilfully guided by the enemy leader, but not quickly enough. "Try again, bitch."

But the other remained impassable. She merely observed as her acidic spell started to corrode the shadow and fade from the Deep One, only to worsen her wounds; but what would have been a fatal blow came from a teleporting gangster, who placed himself right between Anika and the wide-eyed tiefling, shaking from... shock? Fear? Anger?

A knife was pressed through her side, deep in her flesh. The thrust left her breathless, and her darkening eyes fully filled and bled of inky corruption. The patron immediately reacted to the danger, fading on the spot. The medium's hair grew wild darkness as her feet barely left the ground, and a maniac laughter of a double voice pierced the chaos that was already ensuing.

"Now you've done it."

[failteam]

“This is how it all started” When some idiot crashes on your balcony because he forgot to prepare one more Feather Fall to use, and you are a desperately bored and caged aristocrat redhead. This is exactly how Ilori "met" her savior. Absolutely mangled by the fall.

There is more sketches to come

[undyingmedium]

How many shots for a threesome with Ilori & Shayen?

"...give me the bottle. And that's not guaranteed yet."

[undyingmedium]

What an ugly sensation. Why was she so nervous despite the drug? Even after the second dose, her mind could not seem to subside, and negative thoughts raced one after the other. Anika and Ilori had been sent to follow the captain of the guards, but never had any further instruction about how the Red Watch would have acted. Where was Syndicate House? Did they take care of the Seraphim's ability to relocate? Did they just send them off to somewhere as a diversion, so that they could act undisturbed and make anything of Kairon once he was found? She couldn't stand the idea.

Dragging the cleric with her while she kept attempting to calm the medium down - to no avail - they went to find the leader of the guards, and behind a veil of illusion, they also met Evalith working on an even more complex sigil. The wait was corroding Anika from the inside; but, after an hour, it was finally done. The city was encapsuled under an invisible red dome, and a small division of the Red Watch appeared, led by familiar faces.

Huntmaster Amelia, priestess Carmille and Evalith opened the way. Amelia might have been able to single-handedly wipe the entirety of the Sessorov's refuge alone, but Anika's fury was uncontrollable. Some of her blasts slipped through her fingers, and she was about to kill one of the brothers when she finally got a grip on herself. She asked about the hostage instead.

"Hah! I do hope you meet him!" The laughing mockery from Sergei, however, just earned him a death stare and one eye stolen. The same fate fell upon Alexander, who was caught and maimed in an even worse way by the Red Watch agents. The Huntmaster was extremely indulgent with her old acquaintance, and Anika couldn't be happier to exploit that.

And then, finally, the group was reunited.

A very drugged and confused Kairon was barely being kept alive in the farthest room of the house, but... he was out of danger. Much better than the warlock feared, too. A heavy huff and a breath of smoke later, when Ilori hugged him, she joined in too just for a few seconds before moving away to see what good treasures those criminals had in store for her, anywhere else but in that room.

The time ahead was certainly booked full: the Sessorov brothers would have been mind read soon after, and then would get publicly executed - apparently by Kairon himself, for his joy; Amelia needed a corpse of an enemy to talk, for which she asked for Anika's help, since the friendly Death Shepherd that Evalith had found moved before Nithmé could be locked; the bard called for a celebration night after a good restorative nap, during which Anika would have loved to get her second tattoo completed since she spent all of her money on it. But it was no time to care for it all at the moment.

Somehow, they all made it. The Seraphim nightmare was, hopefully, over.