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His favorite hobby is rescuing distressed damsels. Fortunately, we’re all damsels compared to him.

Behold! Garash’Zabar, the Golden Prince, Catastrophe Incarnate! The last portrait in that obnoxious project that I’ve been working on since forever! Everything about this one was a hassle, and I’m sure it shows. I don’t even know when I’ll get to use it, since the Prince here was part of a party that disbanded violently. But he’ll be back someday, and when he is he’ll have a proper picture. Also, I finally finished something, and that’s... something?

So, Garash. Garash was made for grappling. If he pins something smaller than him, he can proceed to wield it. It’s hilarious and impractical, and most of his build is tied up with making it viable in the first place. Fortunately, sheer strength keeps him pretty capable with a greatsword. I’ve been looking at ways to increase his size beyond Huge. Wielding a dragon seems like some kind of achievement.

He’s another one of those characters who’s just ridiculously fun to play. We’ve had him charging into battle with Light cast on his gleaming silk pants. We’ve had the wizard making ride checks to stay on his back. We’ve had him wrestling a dragon out of the air so the paladin could smite it. Ironically, I think this self-sufficient brute has been part of more in-combat party cooperation than any other character I’ve played. He’s an awful ruler, but sometimes he’s a darn good leader by accident.

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She cannot be depicted accurately. There isn't enough room for the necessary sparkles.

Back to pathfinder portraits. Here's Camellia Uanna, my little shooting star. She started as a joke character, but was just too charming to leave alone.

Precious Camellia grew up hearing how long her parents prayed for a child, and how thankful they were for her, and that she was how the gods granted their wish. She also grew up in a temple, hearing that her magic was a gift from the gods, meant for helping others. So this darling, naive little lady went sneaking away to go on adventures, because learning stronger magic would let her grant everybody's wishes.

Tragically, she's been seduced away from the party by an NPC, and will be busy founding an orphanage with him while I play my spymaster. After being swarmed by bats until she cried, carried off by a wyvern that almost ate her, poisoned by spiders, and surrounded by demons that she was unable to damage, I can't really blame the poor girl for needing a break.

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That’s what she gets for falling in love with a priest.

This really awful joke wouldn’t get out of my head, so I decided to see if inflicting it on others would help. Have a hastily-assembled comic.

[petiteguardian]

"You no longer take falling damage" was not meant as a challenge.

Meet Silvius Peregrene, Patron Saint of Trick Shots and Parkour.

I could talk forever about Silvius. He was my first ever pathfinder character, and has always been an absolute joy to write and to play. His luck is incredible. He's been hit with mostly-permanent plot curses like three times, but has somehow managed to avoid everything legitimately lethal. He whiplashes between sassing off with his irreverent mouth and selling his soul to help save the world, because he's really a much more decent guy than he likes to pretend. I’ve been trying to find him a girlfriend, but he keeps falling for women who are either taken, soon to be taken, or dead. (Don’t ask him about that one; there was magic involved and she almost killed him with her hair.)

Even though he’s a ranger, I slapped on an archetype that removed his spells, and that manifested in his character as a certain amount of healthy superstition. He doesn’t like messing with gods and demons and all that stuff. Unfortunately for him, the campaign was basically made of gods and demons - most recently, the necromancy is everywhere and everything is awful arc. Thanks to that hot mess, he ended up a vampire. Whenever we manage to play next, we’re seeing what we can do about that.

As for the dragons...

Once upon a time, there was a bow called Pride. She wasn't a very special bow at first. Honestly, she should have been a decoration - most functional bows don't come carved to look like intertwined dragons. But Silvius Peregrene, Dragonslayer, decided he had to have her, and won her from a wizard in a thrice-rigged game of dice. He had her tuned by some barbarians who almost kidnapped him into marriage, paid out staggering amounts of gold to have her layered with enchantments, and swore by her bowstring when he was feeling particularly serious. In a way, the two grew up together; as Silvius made his name chasing dragons, the resulting gold went right into his prized bow so he could chase bigger dragons.

That was all Silvius wanted out of life. Scale cliffs, slay dragons, woo pretty girls with stories about slaying dragons, repeat. But he got hired on by a party of adventurers who turned out to be a literal saint and his elite team of best-friends-slash-bodyguards. Things got a little messy after that. Silvius found himself helping them stave off the apocalypse, and when the gods blessed their party... Pride woke up. He doesn't introduce himself as "Dragonslayer" much these days. It comes out kind of silly with those hyperactive hatchlings crawling all over him.

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Insert “burnt offering” joke here.

Another pathfinder portrait! Someday I’ll revisit firelight and do it better, but for now I’m calling this done. Here’s Hibelle Leclair, resident Team Mom. The campaign opened with an invasion that blew up her temple, and she is going to be bitter about it until the end of time.

This is a fire cleric who doesn’t like explosions. Among other members of the party are a knight who grimaces about propriety and a hawkman who doesn’t want to fly. The party monk has picked up a powerful aversion to fairies and unfamiliar women (who could be fairies, duh), and the amnesiac summoner still doesn’t know where he came from or what he’s doing. The gunslinger is the only one who has it all together - and with the stunts she pulls, that’s saying something.

Somehow, miraculously, this messy assortment of contradictions and hangups has started a resistance movement. I don’t know how any of them are still alive, but it makes me love them all the more.

[petiteguardian]

Important question came up while working on this next character’s portrait:

Would the fire cleric paint her nails?

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+29 disguise means your eyeliner is always perfect.

Pathfinder portrait time~! I decided to start with Zevara, my pretty spymaster, because she’s new and we don’t have a token for her. Played with a couple of new things while coloring... still trying to figure out how I like them.

Mechanically speaking, this is the single most ridiculous character I have ever built. Half rogue, half alchemist, half gunslinger, with mythic tiers - keeping track of all her uses-per-day abilities is a nightmare. If you see through her disguise, she has to kill you. (Literally. She can only go all-out once a day unless she kills someone to regain use of an ability.)

But don’t let any of that fool you. She’s lawful good and loyal to a fault. Once you get past the ominous staring stage, she’s actually a sweetheart. Just make sure you’re on good terms with her Queen.

[petiteguardian]

I’m finally doing lineart of my newest pathfinder character - who has an illegally high disguise bonus - and all I can think is, “Every single one of those loose curls was placed for maximum effect. Whenever the wind touches her hair, everyone in a twenty foot radius is momentarily fascinated.”