#neldari

[yorkshirereaper]

June/July sketchdump!

1 Cicero and Gianna being typical newlywed assassins

2. Wip of varona accidentally catching Ildari and neloth

3. vent art

4. Sirene, collette marence, and newborn Marinus Sero

5. Not really sure, I started drawing this while watching nosferatu and it sort of took on a life of its own

6. A little modern au Nelvas- tipsy at a jazz club

7. More nelvas: now with tails!

8. A floating Ildari

9. Sirene and Teldryn

10. Stöllyn my beloved girl

[yorkshirereaper]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59215213

“What is this?” Neloth studied the ring, picking it up with telekinesis rather than his own flesh.

                “A ring. I planned on bringing it to Sirene as a gift.”

                “Where did you find it?”

                “Uh, I think… In the dirt outside of The Retching Netch, I think. It’s a bit too small for me, and I don’t know if it will even fit her, but-“

                “Heart stone.” He commented. “There is some sort of enchantment on it, but its very peculiar. Count yourself lucky that it was too small, this is a malevolent enchantment. A curse. Not only is it tracking our movements, but it will take over the mind of whoever wears it.” Neloth had developed the ability to ‘hear’ enchantments over such a long life of practice and dedication to the art. Though faint, he could hear an ominous chant radiating from the thing, commanding the wearer to ‘kill him’ over and over. He had a gut feeling that he himself was the one the wearer was meant to kill.

(warning: the beginning of this chapter is explicit!)