#spireborn

[corrie-zodori]

Obsidian Marrow Zorgoia

I keep forgetting to que stuff up on postybirb X'3 This one's a design I made recently-ish that has been sold! 

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[tentacuddles]

Auriannah Alycerys Ophelianos IV

Spireborn half-elf noble running way from her “noble duties”-- she was betrothed to her childhood friend, Verathynn Feheldrun (a Spireborn Emissary from Kaer Maga) and decidedly had no interest in marrying him.

Come the day their marriage was to be made official, Auri ran far away from the Mordant Spire. Dodging Missing Persons posters and any/all deep inquiry into her identity, she looks for a purpose in Nocticula’s doctrine of Redemption and has taken upon herself an oath to aid others find their redemption and place in the world on her journey to find hers.

[corrie-zodori]

Artisans Spireborn Zorgoia

Back to posting older stuff! This is an older character design that I sold in a batch. The batch theme was "Spyro homeworlds". 

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[corrie-zodori]

Neo Paintbrush Zorgoia - Darigan

Experimental design I made recently-ish! This set was based on various neopet paint brushes.  This design has been sold. 

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[miiserablymoved-blog]

╳—: spireborn.

[ she’s managed to resist the hair and the freckles   for a solid two months. he’s dangerous, likely,   but she still finds herself in the room above the   tavern. there’s two different escape routes. she’ll   be fine. ]

‘Hi there. If you don’t mind, could I touch                           your hair, please?’

[runawaydalish]

spireborn replied to your post:[[Tbh I saw a spoiler for trespasser and all I can...

wtf now i wanna see

yo hit me up with ur skype name and if you want the spoils I will link it and scream about it with u

[oholyvile-blog]

         ❛ i do not need eyes to see you staring at me, Compassion. ❜         & The Black Divine would turn about to face the boy, fingers         folded neatly at his front. ❛ you are a kind little thing. do   the         mortals here treat you with the suspicion they provide me, or         perhaps less? ❜

spireborn 

[ataashe]

P: Leave the Battle on the Field

spireborn

The skies over the Hinterlands were quiet and shaded by scattered clouds. Passage through the green wood had been quiet, uneventful even for a return trip to Skyhold.  For once, the Iron Bull was glad.

There might have been some short lived novelty to fighting Pride Demons from the fade, but it had worn off somewhere between the second and third rift the inquisitor had closed. Privately, Bull had long ago decided that no money or glory was worth glimpsing the madness that waited beyond the rifts, nor watching the Boss clench her teeth against the agony in her palm.         But, well, Bull was long past the point of walking away, so... Evenings like this were nice, though. Almost normal, with the distant glow of the blight temporarily beyond their sight and the smell of roasting fox lingering with campfire smoke. Iron Bull settled against the base of a ancient tree, its roots wide enough to accommodate his girth between them. He exhaled slowly, consciously willing the tension in his shoulders to abate. “...ey, Cole” The Qunari spoke without raising his voice, his horns tilting to one side. He had a habit of assuming Cole was nearby, even if he couldn’t immediately see him. The kid made a good spy despite himself, always listening.

                                        “C’mere.... I’ll show you something...”