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DROW SQUAD DROW SQUAD
My girl needed a new portrait for Storm of Zehir! Plus assorted doodles
Honestly who cares about being practical when there are pretty dresses to be worn
Happy holidays! Have a tiny matron mother in a Christmas Lolthmas sweater! (Do not be fooled, she is very evil and cunning)
Hmmm, let's go with Iraedra and Memories.
(My writing skills are rusty please forgive)
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She eyed the duergar-forged sword with distaste. The weapon was finely-crafted, but clearly favored function over form; it was unadorned, too large and, to her mind, quite ugly.
It’s exactly the kind of thing Sakhure would have liked. Her lips tightened. It had been nearly half a century since the other priestess had fled the Underdark. They’d made a deal, back at school: she’d help Sakhure become ilharess, and in return, she’d be allowed to join the House as a noble. Treachery was hardly something to be surprised about. And yet, somehow, the thought of it still rankled.
Because she never would have guessed that it’d be Sakhure, of all people, who’d betray her. And worse, it hadn’t been done out of malice or a desire for power. Sakhure had done it for some fool headed notion of freedom that she couldn’t even begin to understand. All of their carefully-laid plans laid to waste, because of plain, simple idiocy.
One simple thought and a wave of her hand sent the sword flying at the household guard stationed at the door. To his credit, he didn’t flinch as the blade buried itself in the wall an inch beside his head. She couldn’t afford to waste soldiers now, not when her coup had reduced House Telsaerryn to nearly half its personnel.
And she couldn’t afford to dwell on the past. She was Matron Mother Iraedra now. Neidarra was dead, and those memories should have died with her.
Tiny doll-like matron mother who can kill you with her mind
I'm on a drow kick so here's Matron Mother Iraedra
Matron Mother Iraedra, weaponsmaster and former patron Kelaszar, and House Wizard and current patron Valdir. [x]
Turns out the only way I'll willingly draw full-body characters is if I get to draw dark elves in really stupid armor.