Haven’t uploaded any art in a while.
Here’s a drawing of my most recent D&D character (I’ve become real addicted to this game). This is the backstory:
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Wooden spoon clangs on the side of a dented metal pot. “Squawk.” Says the Blue-Eyed Raven, staring at Astrid and cocking its head. “What?” “Squawk.” It says again.
Astrid shakes her head and continues stirring the cauldron. It’s not a witchly concoction made with eye of newt and tears of a virgin, it’s just dinner, for one. Being crafty in gathering spices and spending a lot of time indoors, she is pretty good at cooking. She shares this with no-one, but she likes it that way, for she does not like people. Not in a witches-eat-children misanthropic kind of way, but more in the sense that she does not like being around people.
She was not always a witch. She was once a normal girl, a tiefling, with a penchant for spooky things, animals and stories. A bookish sort of girl, which probably put her at odds with a lot of other tieflings. Come to think of it, this was probably the reason why she left. What she wanted most in life was not the pursuit of power or riches, but to lose herself in what she is most passionate in – learning, fantasies and curiosities. She never asked to be alone – socializing was simply not a priority - and definitely not shunned. These were things afflicted on her when she was chosen to be a witch.
“Squawk.” Says the Raven. It suits her, I guess. Because Astrid does not like people. She likes to be alone. She likes to be alone in her hut with books that cannot speak back. Being reviled for being a tiefling, and being reviled for being a witch is only a boon to her. Thank God for that, she thinks to herself. Thanks God everyone hates me. “Squawk.” Says the Raven. “Why me?” she asks. “Squawk.” Replies the Raven. “It could’ve been anyone.” “Squawk.” “Stop it. Be quiet.” “Squawk.” “One more time and I will end you!” “…squawk.” Astrid screams and throws the spoon at the Raven. She misses and the wooden spoon clangs off the clay wall. The raven does not blink. “What did I do to deserve this affliction? Why am I stuck in here with you? Putrid revenant! Ghastly gatekeeper! Stupid creature! Beguiling, malevolent, betwixted bastard thing!” “Squawk.” “Slumber!” she casts a spell on the Raven. It falls asleep. She can no longer cast spells and she silently rages. “I’m going out for some spices. Don’t look for me.” She goes outside. She leaves the door open.
