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“The escaped noble from the Underdark, Tal’Varei Ilvani became a follower of the Morninglord, Lathander. Originally his cleric, She began learning the Druidic ways when Lathander noticed how she rejected death. On an unknown mission, Tal’Varei follows her own personal compass in the form of her staff.”
My dnd character, a drow Cleric/ Druid! I’m so happy with how this drawing turned out— I hope you all enjoy!
Reblogs are greatly appreciated and help a lot!
so my current TAV, Quiltrinn'eyl, met Halsin as a child when he was trapped in the Underdark. He honestly thought he imagined him until they met each other again during the main story. But he never did forget all of Halsin's stories--nor did he forget the hope that he gave him that perhaps there was a life for even someone like him on the surface.
The Charles family
Family portrait of the rich drow family in my campaign
This took longer
Im just gonna put the other OCs from the drow house under the cut
Its old art from when I first read Homeland
Beautiful babygirl
A Domestic Morning
a/n: An introduction for one of my personal favorite original characters, "RAD" or Rueben Alakor Deimos/"The Doctor".
c/w: Child death, alludes to major deaths, inhuman creatures, nightmares, gore-ish.
w/c: 1.1k
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Darkness envelops the burning cobble below. A deep, darkening mist hushes the open, searing fields. Signs of natural life are far beyond this realm.
A figure moves in the distance. Small, horned, and quick. Shuffling steps round a boulder, crouching as the figure's head peaks up. Two tall horns emerge from behind the boulder first, twisted horns bent in an oddly natural way. Then, out of the darkening maroon mist, the top of a skull peaks out from behind the boulder. The horns connect to the skull, pushing up further as the figure tries to get a good idea of their surroundings.
A larger creature groans in the center of the waves of boulders and rocks. Smoke emits from its gaping mouth, its unhinged jaw reveals rows upon rows of sharpened, deadly teeth. The teeth are yellow and black with rot while the creature's tongue lazily rolls, half ripped, out of its mouth.
There's a whistle, a call into the darkness of the bloody mist.
Behind the boulders, a series of horns and skulls poke up. A war cry sounds and spears get raised from the boulders farther from the large, towering beast. Then a second whistle cuts the sudden silence. Spears reel back and then spring forward, splitting the air with uncanny speed.
There's a squelch of flesh being pierced as the spears dig into the arms of the terrorizing creature. A devastating roar would tear from the creature's broken mouth, it thrashed against the spears in its skin as if it was trying to tear away from chains that held it in place. The slimy, purple skin of the beast would become coated in shiny, bright red blood.
The attack didn't stop there. While the beast was shocked, herds of goat skull covered figures would run at the creature. Weapons drawn, ready to attack as one final whistle sprung their barrage to life.
In the blink of an eye it was over.
Thick, golden blood was pooled at the feet of the creature, its own red blood was just beginning to meet the gold. Hundreds of lives lost for the creature to still be standing. The whistle had rang, the retreat had begun.
Vision turned towards the ground, a group of children who sat to watch--in hopes the clan had finally won--began to get up and turn away. But the creature wasn't done. It plucked two spears from within its skin, glowing red eyes aimed at the children.
Two of the children leaving with Rueben were splattered in gold as they collapsed to the floor, just like the remains of the people he watched die. Spears stood out of their chests, way too large for their tiny forms. He'd turned to look at the creature. The last thing he saw was a spear just before him, flying towards his child-like form.
The Doctor's eyes snap open. Sweat drips down the charcoal color of his elven skin. Irregular breaths become hushed as adrenaline from the terror wears off. He sits up, quiet as he lets the sweat slip down his face.
Golden irises scan the room, black hair falling in front of his gaze. He glances out of the window, noting how the sun just barely peeks over the horizon through the woods.
"It's dawn..." A soft mutter to himself drags The Doctor out of his haze.
The Doctor pushes the covers of the bed off of himself as he slowly makes his way to stand, pulling the covers back to their original position. A frown molds onto his features while he leaves the room, his bare feet are cold against the wooden planks of the floor.
The planks soon turn to tiles as he enters another room. His hand feels the wall for the switch to the light. Flicking it on, he squints, irritated by the sudden brightness. From the ground, The Doctor raises his gaze to the mirror while his hands turn the taps of the sink, water springing to life.
Dark, blackberry colored skin shines with speckles of gold freckles when the light hits him right. Short, messy, and damp black hair hangs just over his eyes. Golden irises stare back at him while he washes his hands.
Soon, he turns the taps off, having rinsed the soap from his fingers, and reaches for the towel next to the sink. A somber expression coats his face while he dries his hands.
After placing the towel down, The Doctor moves his hands up to his ears. Blindly, he feels the tops of his ears. Scarred flesh seems to mock his fingers as he searches for something that isn't there. He didn't know what he was expecting. Maybe the night terror of his childhood magically brought the tips of his ears back.
It's been years since he left the underworld. The Doctor wonders why the thought of his ears being whole again occurred.
He swiftly brought his hands down, glaring at his reflection before making his way out of the bathroom, flicking the switch with more force than he had before.
Thoughts ridicule him while he finishes his morning duties.
Nearing the end of his time at home for the morning, The Doctor makes his way back into his room. He sees the red eyes of a friend he's made along his journeys hiding in the shadows.
Paying no immediate attention to them, he undresses from his nightwear--which consist of a loose black shirt and loose black pants--and into one of his many different dress suits. Buttoning up the vest to his suit, he glances back to the eyes.
"They won't evade us today." The Doctor pulls on his suit jacket while he spares a word to the being. Pushing the buttons through the final holes of his jacket, he then sits and ties on a simple, black pair of dress shoes.
He grabs his briefcase on his way out of his room. The eyes follow, sticking to the shadows of the halls.
Silently, he reaches the door to his humble home. Grabbing the goat skull mask that hangs just above the door, he pulls it on before taking his cloak from a nail in the wall.
He wraps himself in the void-like material, making sure that only he has the choice of showing his hands and that the cloak won't do that for him. Once The Doctor is entirely sure his frame is hidden from the world, he steps out the door, ducking to ensure he doesn't hit his horns.
The Doctor takes a second to look out into the horizon, taking note of the warning his dream gave him.
Finally, he's off. Off to find the next unsuspecting subject of his terrorizing experiments.