#theren

[beas-diaries]

i was so happy to see some people cared about them as im scared of posting self indulgent art so thank you the reblogs with nice messages made my day<333

[frosted-gears]

So I stumbled across Nocturne: A Curse of Strahd Tale from Cast Party D&D and uhh.... I ended up binging the entire 40 episodes and I'm obsessed with my new blorbos.

Please enjoy silly meme image redraw of an exasperated paladin trying to keep these unruly boys from killing each other.

[thetalesofthereneverwood]

It's my 7 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

It’s weird to think that 7 years ago I started this blog as a way to share my fanwalker Theren with all of you. Although I’m not active on here much anymore, I’m grateful for the ability to share this lovely half-elf bard with all of you 😊

[rothvantes]

"Go back?"

Theren was often horrified by H's suggestions.

This will be an acrylic portrait (I hope!).

[omygyrl]

Episode 16: Non Lethal Heart Stabbing of the podcast @adventuringdimwits takes place after the text based adventure of Theren giving @Haskell a makeover. He puts them in a poofy gown and he personally braids their hair all nice. Haskell was…not as enthusiastic about this new look at Theren.

ID: left is a pencil drawing of Theren, in a new suit, holding Haskell’s hand up to dance. Has is in a poofy Ball gown and has long hair twisted and braided.

Right is a pencil drawing of Theren sitting in a chair with his right foot resting on his left knee (crossed but not crossed?? I’m not sure how to describe that position sorry). He looks quite bored and is holding a wine glass in one hand.

[lookcloser]

I feel like this is just a warlock thing.

[maris-solstice]

I was commissioned by @thetalesofthereneverwood​ to draw his Theren and my Maris! Honestly the biggest challenge was Maris’ civilian clothes. Who knows what they’re discussing on a nice Ravnican day?

Commission info here!

[iironwreath]

Chaos [Cihro]

[87]

There were a lot of firsts with the Fuckpack.

Day transforming into a giant ape was not. His brother rose from the mare behind him and did an inelegant hop off, but before he hit the water his form expanded and erupted with fur and muscle. He landed in the river with a deep harrumph, spraying them in waves, and their horse and the one next to him immediately threw a fit, tossing their heads under the reigns in his hands.

“Woah, woah, easy, easy,” he said, bringing the lead into one hand and gently stroking up and down her neck. He calmed them down once before from the bulettes, surely—

No. She tore the reigns from his hands and bucked. He managed to keep hold once, clenching his thighs and her hair, but she did it again with more kick and flung him from the saddle. He issued a short yelp before he gasped a breath and broke the water.

Fuck, it was cold. He surfaced and shook his hood and hair out of his face. Day-rilla, with complete and utter ease, scooped up a flailing horse in each hand and waded through the river to the opposite side to meet with Krusk. Krusk still had one beefy green arm wrapped around the ribs of his horse, almost like a side-hug. Day set each mount onto their hooves and they hit the ground running, bolting towards freedom from the chaos they were saddled with. Theren chased after them.

Kishore sprinted across the water past Cihro’s head, barely leaving any ripples in her wake. “Show-off,” he called after her, treading water.

Day returned before Cihro swum far, cupping him out of the water with both hands like he was about to drink. Cihro shivered as air rushed over him, but Day set him on his shoulder and carried him to shore. Cihro huddled closer to his head, grasping at neck fur with one hand and the edge of his cloak with the other. Over the next few minutes he adjusted to the height, Day’s bizarre gait, and tried to warm up with the help of Day’s new, natural coat.

Theren collected their horses and the group returned to traveling speed, Day shambling on four legs after everyone else. Cihro found himself enjoying riding on Day’s shoulder more than horseback and grinned.

It was chaos, sure, but it wasn’t the sort of chaos that made him think they wouldn’t be alive in a minute. This adventuring thing—something he thought he wasn’t cut out for all his life—maybe there was something to it after all.

Cihro kept a rough track of the time and after what he thought was about fifty minutes he slid down Day’s arm, the tree trunk that it was. Day stopped his trot and made an approximation of a confused noise, but within the next few minutes he blinked back into someone Cihro’s race and size.

“You really just let me be an ape for a whole hour?” Day asked once he was in his half-elf body, adjusting his hat. “Without saying anything?”

“Yeah?” Cihro said, shrugging. “You were keeping pace with the horses? You were having fun? Seemed fine to me.”

“Now I know what it’s like to be you for extended periods of time,” Day groused.

Cihro smacked him in the arm with the back of his hand, but his grin never faltered.

He didn’t know how long their peace would last, if he could even call it that, but he cherished every in-between when they weren’t fighting for their lives.