#neverwinter rp

[skulltrashart]

Progress shots of the Nine of Swords with Abby. Next step is a trace off and possibly colour? I'm still debating whether or not I want watercolour or just copics like usual.

[glisteningoilspreads-blog]

“If you were wondering, yes, I am on the market. I recommend the heart. I’ve got a few in me, if you’re interested.“

Karthus placed the tip of a knife against his chest, grinning. “Want me to get one? I’m serious. I always keep one or two extra ones in here.”

[skulltrashart]

When you set out to do a fancy piece before work because you have to wait 2 hours at work because of shitty buses...but forget the rulers. I got a bunch of straight lines that need done but nothing to make them with. WIP, my OC Abby as the Nine of Swords tarot card. Guilt for past choices and fear that these choices or action hold us back from a future. Thus Abby is pinned down by the swords and symbolically (and literally) pierced by two. She holds one and I'm still debating to make that one her pact blade or keep the harmony by just making it another sword.

[courtlycrow]

♤ - Alaryk in Devil's Hideaway

“What the fuck do you want, then?” Alaryk stood in the center of the circle, studying the deep paths in the stone. “Why should there be a rift into an infernal plane here, of all places? Why was it created? By whom? When?” Behind him, a shriek pierced his thoughts and he turned to face the devils that had spilled through the thin boundary between the planes. He called to an Erinyes, “If I stood there long enough, do you think I’d fall through too?” She grinned wickedly and drew her blade, promising to spill his blood. Alaryk sighed. “Too many questions, I suppose. I would ask that you leave me to study in peace, if I thought you’d listen. So I’m not asking,” he pulled magic from the Arcane Weave to glow sickly green against the reds and browns of the dead valley. “I’m telling you, you should leave me alone.”

[courtlycrow]

The Spade one with jarix and jubilee gardens, and Alaryk with the winter festival

These got weird. And for a dialogue prompt there’s an awful lot of prose (I’ve been stuck for months!)

The Spade one with jarix and jubilee gardens, 

“It’s pretty here, isn’t it? It smells like home, in the woods away from the lake… well maybe not entirely. The flowers here are not the same, after all. Still, it’s nice.”

Ariella looked at him with a gentle smile, as if she expected him to continue, but his throat ached already. “Thank you, for bringing me here,” he said instead. Prompting Ariella to take the conversation. He loved the happy sound of her voice, how it rang like a bell when she was excited. He could listen to it for the rest of his life. 

and Alaryk with the winter festival

“Look at them… what a happy family. My timing is impeccable, isn’t it? Kalliope should be spending the holiday happily too, if not for me…” He looked up at the stars, clearer in the cold. He had never paid them much mind before-- but then, that was before he met Cassius, who’s skin looked like a night sky made flesh. He paid more attention to the stars now. “He seems to be having fun though,” Alaryk mused quietly. Cas took the quietest delight in experiencing the more wonderful things about life on the surface of the planet, away from the Underdark. Alaryk almost wished he could join him, if he had the slightest idea how. He could see the same reticence in the Guildmaster. She too had no way to join the festivities. No experience in it. It would take practice for them both.

[courtlycrow]

20. Does Alaryk consider himself unloveable?

You could have asked this a while ago and made it an easy ”yes.”

He thinks and thinks and thinks. Always cycling through possibilities and eventualities. trying to predict what happens next. Keep his mind working. If they hold me too tightly I will drag them with me. If he- When he… 

“You don’t understand, Alaryk, you’re family,” and it stops him cold.

Kalliope and Rory and Ariella gave to him so willingly and he can’t bear to open his mouth and submit to being truly known. I’ve never told anyone before, how would I even begin? How could I? By the Gods even Odelle opened her space to him. Despite everything.

That love can be taken as easily as it was given and he would be abandoned. Worse than never having been cared about at all. And I don’t deserve it anyway. He has made this so much worse for himself. Watching them ache and worry after the broken thing he is.

[skulltrashart]

What happens when the guard is drunk? You braid the hair in the plume of his helm of course and pray he doesn’t notice. Sorry Neim, but Abby can’t wait to see how long it takes for you to notice!

I like drawing some of my rp scenes in the Neverwinter community. It’s not entirely accurate to the scene, since certain somebodies don’t have references for me to use and I couldn't remember for the life of me what they looked like.

[guardianoftwoworlds]

“You have no idea where you’re going, do you?”

Shearah found herself looking around at her surroundings, realizing that the likely answer to that question would be a big, fat ‘no’. She furrows her brows in a bit of frustration. “...I thought I did, but...” She felt rather small in that moment. Here she was, trying to be a little romantic, and take the man she was ungodly romantically infatuated with to one of her little ‘secret spots’ that she had found in her travels.  She gazed up to the twinkling stars above them, sighing. 

“I’m so sorry, Arizan. This isn’t going how I thought it would.”