Austar: Not how I’d put it, Rags. Grender’s going to tear me a new one when we get back.
Ragto: We’re not telling the girls, are we?
Austar: Absolutely not.
Sketched out the good monk bois Austar and Ragto after a night of vigilante antics. Ragto, the Kitsune on the left, is a strength-based monk of the astral self NPC that’s been with the party almost since the beginning of the campaign, right around when Aussie lost his left leg (long-ass story). He’s one of Austar’s best friends and a huge part of why my boy’s still alive.
A few months ago (in campaign), the kobold mayor of Burrowedinn Grender, who is also the mechanic of Austar’s prosthetic leg, gave my boy the deal that if he brought down crime he’d get discounts on leg maintenance. Essentially, vigilante work in fantasy New York City condoned by the mayor. Knowing how much his fox friend enjoys a valid reason to punch people, Austar invited him to join, and Ragto very eagerly accepted. So now the two of them spend most weekends fighting crime in Burrowedinn, getting both of them much-needed breaks from the main world-ending plot.
Being vigilantes, they were forced to got to adopt alternate personas, with Austar becoming The Raven — a motif he very much leans into as a Shadar-Kai elf — and Ragto being known as The Brawler — fitting considering how much and how well he punches. They became very popular as time went on, even getting their own comic series recently: a solo print for each of them as well as a team-up edition.
They’re both stupid nerds and I love them and their dynamic so goddamn much. 💕💕
I don’t say this often, especially about my own work, but they look SO FUCKIN’ CUTE!!! I could stare at them for hours. As such, I very much have and intend to continue doing so.