#ramien

[nnibarrel]

What was he thinking when seeing off his adepts to Drezen? Perhaps that he wants to join them more than anything.

[rezoeline]

Gift

[laurelindis]

Happy birthday @nnibarrel ! Ramien is for you^^

[boggubozakatochnihmashinok]

art as a gift :3

[kutkhart]

Old collab from Pathfinder Ask ( ´ ▽ ` ) We used the style of the cartoon "KikoRiki" (Smeshariki)

@nnibarrel (Ramien/Dokko(Losyash))

@kutkhart Aivu, Regill (Chiko(Yozhik)), Ingvild (commander(The Iron Nanny)). Regill is canon because the character has one voice actor :D Marc Thompson (I love his voice!)

@alittlecrazy23 Nenio, Arueshalae

@sofyunalt Jest (commander)

@ronavorona16 Lann

https://vk.com/sofit01 Woljif (Wally(Barash))

@fenrirrirnef Swarm That Walks

https://vk.com/shepardchan Kalikke

https://vk.com/club208645552 Aranca

[dujour13]

If I Betray My Heart - chapter 7

With his greying hair and the constipated way he held himself, the Prelate was immediately recognizable, even from the back. Crimson cloak swept aside, one hand on his knee and the other on the hilt of his sword, he bent at the edge of a crevice, peering intently into its depths.

Raqim went up to stand beside him. His scout’s eye could see nothing moving in the crevice. “What are we looking for?” he asked.

The Prelate whirled on him, eyes wild with surprise and suspicion. “You! What are you doing here?”

“Helping defend the city,” said Raqim, gesturing to his companions and realizing a heartbeat too late that every one of them looked extremely suspicious except for Seelah. He quickly changed the subject. “What’s in the hole?”

“Could be anything,” said the Prelate.

“Could it be nothing?”

The rest on AO3

[sadruru]

The first part of the post. THIS IS IMPORTANT!

I will immediately discount the second part of the post. One person will definitely like it 🦋+🌒 These are all my sketches lately. I mostly sketch at work because it's boring there. I'm realistically not getting much work done yet.

And today in general, I'm in such a particularly good mood. So far, I'm Chaotic-Good 💜 Oh, my girls, I'm about to blow up your messages. And you'll remember I exist! I'M STILL ALIVE! Whoever I can, I'll tag. Not everyone is here, or at least I don't know.

Ramien is pissing Melissa off again 🌝: Catch @nnibarrel the priest of Desna!

And here he is very different 🤨:

Oread Trickster, Karia(I really don't know how to spell it in English, sorry), her daughter 👉👉 @alis0vvs

Aasimar Aeon Roche, Devil mithfic path👹 : @vrroche

Aasimar Flayma , Trickster! And the lizard 🦎: @ronavorona16

Another Trickster?! Kitsune Jest 🦊:

Cute aasimar Kalten (tieflings forgive me, I only like tieflings)🧊 :

And this is the son of a girl I know from Baldurs Gate 3. He's Dark Urge:

[yunessa]

Owlcatober 25: 'Smooth'

Spoiler free Kenabres excerpts of Ramien and Yunessa.

“I was starting to wonder if you were all part of my imagination Ramien. If you had kept your hood up I wouldn’t have been able to find you.” The Aasimar priest sat in the forges, his metallic hair gleaming in the warm light of the smithy. In his hands was a cup of coffee still steaming. 

Ramien gave Yunessa a smile. “You should see when I tried to dye it a year ago. It was a disaster.” He started to rise. 

“Stay seated Ramien. You look tired.” The smithy was small- one the inn used to rent out to adventurers- but was well kept. The glowing embers in the forge kept the space comfortably warm. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’ve been doing whatever I can. Comforting people, healing them…” He smiled sadly. “... but unfortunately Desna has not allowed me the power to return the dead. With the demon attack repelled and your victories in the city, it seems to have calmed it a little.”

“And how are you doing yourself?” Yunessa asked. Ramien’s sad smile faded with the look he gave Yunessa, one of wry humour.

“You know me already. As for myself- I’m here and doing what I can to help. There have been a few problems- cultists sneaking in, an attempted murder in the Inn’s basement- but nothing Commander Tirabade hasn’t handled.” He took a drink from his cup. “She’s handled it so well I only heard of it after the fact.” 

Ramien’s eyes were as unusual as Daeran’s. But his eyes looked like jewels. The purple shined and gleamed in a way that only jewels only caught the light, the colour rich.  Daeran’s were pale, like the greenish-topaz stones in the ring he gave Yunessa as payment. If violets could be jewels…

“You’re staring.” Ramien wagged a finger at Yunessa. There was amusement written on his face.

Yunessa felt their face heat up, but not from the forge. They coughed. “Sorry, I was studying you-”

“Staring intently at my eyes while you studied?” Ramien asked, his smile sly. “How studious.”

“Alright Daeran.” Yunessa rubbed at their jaw as Ramien chuckled. “But to answer you right- I haven’t met many aasimar. You and Daeran are one of the only three I’ve seen and talked to so I was studying you.”

“Am I that handsome?” He asked coyly and Yunessa pretended to stare at him more intently.

“Wellll…” Yunessa drawled out. “I guess, since you caught me staring I have to say yes.”

“And if I hadn’t?” His eyes gleamed with humour.

“I’d have to say it was close but.” Yunessa made a show of running their hands through their hair and giving Ramien a wink. “You’re not me, so you’ll have to take second place.”

Ramian chuckled, a rich sound that seemed to brighten the forge. “My parents were both elves, I might end up coming out ahead of you.” His smile remained when Yunessa pretended to gasp but continued: “If you haven’t met many of us before then it’s natural you’d stare. We don’t share similar characteristics but we all stand out in our own ways.” Ramien took a long drink from his cup before setting it aside. “Speaking of standing out, how has Daeran been? I was surprised to see him with you.”

“He’s been fine. He’s upset Lann a few times with his words but they seem to be fine- at least the last time we came back they were amicable.” Yunessa answered honestly and Ramien blinked at them. “He has a sharp tongue. But honestly,I haven’t found it bothering me. His knowledge of the city and current events has been very helpful.” -

Yunessa just felt nauseated and tired. Standing in the outdoor air of the courtyard helped as a cold breeze caressed their face. The Eagle Watch and Crusaders were making their final preparations and Yunessa was gathering their thoughts.

“Are you going to the Grey Garrison?” Ramien’s voice came from their right.  The aasimar priest moved to stand next to Yunessa. “It’s a ridiculous question to ask now that I realise it.” 

“It’s allright Ramien.” Yunessa bit back a yawn as a bum of sunlight broke through the clouds. “I am going with them. My companions should be joining soon- I came here early to see the fall weather before we grouped up.”

“I saw you talking to Klaem. Is he going with you as well?” Ramien’s gold hair shined in the daylight.

“He wants to cast a ritual before we start when all of my companions are with me. He says he can manage a haste spell that will last hours instead of minutes.” Multicoloured autumn leaves fell down, dancing when the wind blew. “Irabeth already discussed the plans and right now I think she’s checking the defences. If we don’t come back this place will need to hold on its own until the army arrives.”

“I actually came to offer my help as well.” Ramien smiled. “If I may?”

“What kind of help?” Ramien’s smile turned cryptic at Yunessa’s question, gesturing for them to turn around. 

“Turn around and I’ll fix your hair for you.” His smile remained as Yunessa turned around, moving closer. 

“I didn’t sleep well, I forgot.” Yunessa admitted.

“You know,” Ramien murmured, lowering his voice. “Desna is an unpredictable goddess.” Yunessa almost started when Ramien’s hands touched their hair. “Who knows how she will come to the aide of her faithful children?” His hands were warm as he pulled back Yunessa’s hair. “I had a dream where she sang the demons a little lullaby and they fell into a deep sleep just like innocent babes.”

“Did she?”  Ramien tying their hair for them brought back fragments of a memory. A woman with blond hair over an Inn's kitchen sink. Wet hair. Brush in her hand. Clothes befitting a mage's apprentice. She was angry her braid was crooked when I  braided her hair. Told me to go ahead to- where?  Vague blurry faces, a feeling of sorrow strong enough that it made Yunessa grimace before they shoved the memory away.

“Yes. I’m going to use one of my hairsticks Yunessa, this string won’t hold in a fight.” Reamien reached for the bag at his belt, searching through it.

“Hair like yours and you’d pin it up? You’re doing the rest of us a disservice Ramien.” Ramien’s chuckle seemed to make the space around them brighter. “If my hair looked like gold I’d show it off often.” 

“Your hair reminds me of clouds.” He finished the bun he’d made with the hairstick and string . “But far softer.” Turning their head back Yunessa wasn’t certain if Ramien was joking with them but something in his gaze made them pause.

“You’re-”

“You should go find your companions.” He urged Yunessa on. “I will be here when you return to tend to your wounds- and prepare for the celebration when the Worldstone is saved.” He was smiling warmly at Yunessa as they left, his hands clasped in front of him witha smile on his face.