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Satuj Toracsi's (she/they/he) end-of-the-campaign appearance at level 17 as a bladesinger wizard

I originally had planned for her to kick the bucket during the lab arc but I got attached, so then I had to think of an updated look for them that wasn't "unhinged scientist". He's no longer a kalashtar and thus, their pupils have returned to a normal black. They can dream normally now without witnessing eldritch nonsense 💭👁️

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Veris my beloved bard. I just think changelings are neat

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Sesuj Toracsi's (they/them) end-of-the-campaign appearance at level 17, with 15 levels in cavalier fighter and two levels in war magic

Imagine disarming a martial fighter on the battlefield, only to get a face full of Fire Bolt. You fool. You've activated their trap card. They cast Spellbook to the Face 📕🔥🔥

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Master Satuj Toracsi (she/they/he), archmage and perpetrator of the Severing in the Federation of Vay.

For context, the Myth is a blanket of energy that powers the mortal world's magic, as well as acting as a barrier that protects Aotra from the alien Otherworld. The Severing was a cataclysmic event in which the Myth was partially broken, allowing Other easier access to Aotra and wreck havoc.

What if,,, you were slow-dripped cognitive radiation as a kid from your Other as a kalashtar, who put the dream in your head to break the Myth and combine the mortal and Other worlds together as one? What if you found employment with a corrupt megacorporation, who had a project to find Other sources of magic by piercing through the Myth?

What if you nearly attained your dream, but your hesitation led to a tear instead of a complete severing of the Myth, resulting in the deaths of millions as the Myth tried to fix itself with mortal souls? What if you were the only survivor of the team of scientists that worked on the project, protected and saved by your Other?

What if you fixed everything with the help of the party, 3 years after the Severing? What if there was a lingering desire to break the Myth again, despite every piece of evidence telling you that'd be a bad idea? The sister worlds belong as one; why should they be separated?

What if you fought your ancient Other, your lifelong friend that kept you company in your darkest moments, because you finally realized what it was?

What if you nearly lost your mind doing so, witnessing truths unfit for mortal eyes?

(don't worry they're fine now. Mostly)

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"We are the Consequences of your actions."

Campaign One of Aotra, spanning across three years, has permanently altered my brain chemistry. 86+ hours have been dedicated to planning, thumbnailing, and drawing out each individual party member. I couldn't choose between several backgrounds, so y'all get to see four of them here

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"I'm just saying, darling-"

Veris (they/them) my changeling bard 💜

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Raqim Quareeb, human knowledge cleric of the goddess Qrirrena. Nevermind the fact that even he doesn't know much about her, but he's faithful anyways

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Bladesinger wizard Satuj Toracsi (she/they/he) and their level 8 design