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creating my girls in baldur's gate 3 and giggling and kicking my feet

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why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this why are old dnd magazines like this

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i notice i tend to write "mimyr smiles" at lot especially towards her friends in my dnd campaign so wanted to try animating that!

im really trying to push myself to animate more!! this was rough but fun and im happy with how it turned out despite everything :)

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I have passed through fire

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I've been watching you longer than you know. Recklessly drawn to your destiny, like a flame. My beautiful Champion. There is much to fear. But not death. For it gives meaning to life.

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Regent by Albion Swords - Scabbard and belt by Christian Fletcher https://www.instagram.com/p/CGBG3vqjGsD/?igshid=jd8dz672qpal

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scion!ysayle outfit update, where it is gear u can find in game!

the sword can turn into any weapon bc. shes an allrounder

(here be my old doodle)

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Seasonal bows 🌸🌿🍂❄️

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“O goddess born of mine own hopes and dreams-”

Oh how proud she must be, our Lady Iceheart. | Available on Inprnt 

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A warrrior with abundant osteoptimism and one more skeleptical re: bone toughness.

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Some re-inking!

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ferryl being feral

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"You know I love you?" "I love you too."

I am obsessed with this relationship. It's opposites attract. It's unrequited requited love. It's clashing wants and needs. It's that slightly toxic dependency. It's a love that could have been different if only they'd never met him.

How dare Aabria and Oscar make me so invested in an owlbear and a satyr called Wuuvy

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DnD gals want the one thing, and its to make some ridiculously cool badass armor. Admittedly my perspective is very limited.

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La Buse, drow paladin of the Ancients

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Heartbreaking: nicest half orc you know smashes entire bear cub corpse flat with a hammer

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Fare You Well

WOL Oerchid Verdantia / Estinien Wyrmblood friendship content + Cid and the Scions

Late HW spoilers / Heavensward Spoilers 

“Fare you well, my Lady,” Estinien wished quietly, his voice barely audible over the whirl of turbines and thrash of gales against the ship. 

The nausea came immediately. 

Oerchid’s hand gripped the ship’s railing, the only tether to the physical world as her mind began to race. The torrent of anguish felt as though it would sweep her off of her feet, but she miraculously remained standing.

Another friend lost, another failure of the child of taint. They were right about you in Gridania after all.

She hardly felt the Enterprise’s descent into Azys Lla, didn’t bother to gaze at the spectacle of a falling imperial warship. She couldn’t move her eyes from the spot where Ysayle had...shattered. The aetheric dust still swirled in the spot, twinkling in the dim light of the massive, man-made realm. 

She had been one like her, blessed with the echo. The paths they traveled were vastly different but seemingly destined to intersect. When they did, Oerchid had found an odd kinship to the Lady Iceheart. Their journey through the land of dragons had changed them both. Ysayle had done horrible, horrible things- but she had also accomplished fantastic endeavors. She had helped to bring an end to a thousand-year war. 

Tears began to fall down her cheeks. She didn’t let herself sob, kept her shoulders ramrod straight. She wanted to come undone, fall to the ground and wail like she had in the spot Haurchefant had fallen. Back then, she had managed to scrape together her emotions and force them back into the tightly compacted place in her chest where she kept them, but she had lost control. 

This time, she couldn’t afford to do that in front of everyone. The threat looming before them was still present. She had to be the Warrior of Light; steadfast, positive, powerful. She would strike the menace down, every last one of them. 

“Oerchid...” Alphinaud said from somewhere below her, his voice hushed. The sound shook the gates of her composure, but she brought her gloved hand to her eyes and sopped up the moisture with the fabric. She had failed Ysayle, failed Haurchefant, failed the Scions, failed Moenbrylda, but there were still others on this ship whom she hadn’t yet failed. 

“Her sacrifice will not be in vain,” she vowed, staring at the teen with conviction. Oerchid’s words were as much for herself as they were for him, her benefactor and supporter throughout this entire journey. 

He nodded, solemn, and Oerchid was struck by just how young he was and how much loss he had already seen. She was disturbed at the remembrance of how many times she had personally seen the boy make that expression, another log in the fiame of guilt burning through her. She could do better. 

She would do better. 

She heard the movement of metal upon metal and turned to face Estinien, who had cast his focus to the ground. She had noticed the way he looked at Lady Iceheart, the shifting nature of their originally hostile arrangement. The benediction he offered moments ago was testament enough to how their relationship had changed, especially when contrasted against their earlier spats.  

Oerchid knew her fellow azure dragoon had to hold sentiments akin to hers in this moment, but he would never show the depths of his sadness. They were more similar than one would think. 

As she looked at him, the memory of his struggle as he burst through the shield of Azys Lla resurfacing. The spectacle and loss had distracted her from admonishing him for the immense risk he had taken, but Oerchid remembered now. 

Anger swept through her. She stormed up to the taller dragoon, stepping deftly around a startled Alphinaud and Y’shtola, and earning a warning from Cid, who was beginning to tilt the ship. Oerchid offered no acknowledgement to him, planting her feet to adjust to the shifting angle of the floorboards, and glared up at the man she had trained with months ago. 

“And you, you will not be allowed to follow Ysayle, although it seems like you’re making the effort. Why would you call upon the eye on your own? Do you insist on losing yourself again?” She barked. Oerchid could feel the eye in his possession, its seething presence constantly smoldering at the back of her mind. Nidhogg was dead, but his power, his essence, continued to froth with wrath. Its vehemence frightened even her, one who had felled many Primals. 

“I was able to maintain myself in the presence of Nidhogg himself. You think me to be of so little strength?” He questioned, his tone patronizing. Oerchid balled her hands into fists. Estinien was nothing if not contrarian. 

He braced himself against the railing behind him as Cid maneuvered the ship nearer to the Allagan structure. She couldn’t make out his expression beneath his visor, but his response did nothing to quell her temper or concern. 

“No, your strength is not what I question. Your sanity is. Why take on such an unnecessary, gargantuan risk while I stand next to you, perfectly capable of calling upon the eye myself? We could have at least split its power,” she insisted, gesturing towards the humming, rageful orb in his possession. “I want to help you. I can help you. Please just ask.”

Oerchid remembered him, all that time ago, when Nidhogg had seized his mind during their training. Who was to say that the dragon’s grip on the dragoon would not be stronger a second time?  She couldn’t stand to see him like that again, especially after all they had been through together in the past weeks. 

Estinien, if Nidhogg sunk his claws in deeply enough, would have to be put down. Oerchid knew she was the only one amongst present company capable of succeeding in that deed. Just the thought of what she would have to do made her weak.

And now, after Ysayle....she was scared. Oerchid suppressed the urge to tremble. She could have very well lost two comrades in the moment that had just passed, and there were still many battles ahead. At one time, she had earnestly though that she could protect them all. Now, however, that perception had been proven foolish- too idealistic. 

Estinien shook his head, his mouth a hard line. “I fulfilled my duty as azure dragoon. I succeeded.” He turned towards the airborne shore of Azys Lla, which was fast approaching. Not much time left to talk. 

 “Mighty though you may be, I did not need your assistance, and the events of the past cannot be altered.” He stilled for a moment, and Oerchid swore she spotted a dip in his shoulders. 

Then, that window of vulnerability closed. He was reaching for his spear, stony as always as he regarded the strange, glowing ground they advanced towards. 

“It is time to focus on the task at hand,” Estinien declared. Cid had nearly navigated the Enterprise to an area that was clearly an airship port. 

As Oerchid spotted the massive, rotating circles of metal that whirled ahead of them, she knew he was right.  Her eyes locked onto the platform, a hulking copper thing with ultramarine veins. It was a marvel the likes of which she had never seen, just as the sight of Shiva bringing down the airship had been. She winced. 

 Alphinaud cast her a worried glance, but Oerchid did not return his expression. The path to the end of this ordeal lay somewhere within this maze, and it was time to find it. 

She absolutely would.