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New computer and software who dis?

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I drew the precious pink one :)

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Season 1 tarot, like my work follow my instagram for current updates and art! Instagram.com/vulcans_forge_studios

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Season 1 tarot, like my work follow my instagram for current updates and art! Instagram.com/vulcans_forge_studios

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New collectible tarot set

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working on new saint style art! my commissions are open and for a brief period I am running $10 off my $50 price, only $40 for work like above! I do dnd characters, and all kinds of characters! 

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Summer commission sale, now $10 off, only $40 ! I do Ocs and more!

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Caleb Widogast watercolor! I’ll be offering water color commissions at ACEN this weekend at booth B02! I’ll have some crit role fanart as well as a lot of fun and unique fantasy items for sale! Come check me out!!

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Offering water color commissions for ACEN this weekend! Spots are limited! I’m at booth B02 in AA

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Jester and the traveler 

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nott and frumpkin! 

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mollymauk using devil’s tongue

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caleb and fjord from critical role season 2

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Monster Slayer, B.R. Pendragon. He builds his own weapons using alchemy and science. His gun here is able to shoot bullets that explode with photon blasts, blinding and burning undead. His primary and favorite prey is Undead. His name is sung through the lands, as a man who will protect and defend the people against the bane of evil. He travels the world with his tiefling wife, Allura, whom he rescued from an angry mob. He’s a wonderful compassionate man, who truly loves the world, and has a deep desire to destroy all evil. His entire home town was corrupted and destroyed by undead when he was a teenager, he lost his whole family to the scourge of the curse. He is driven to never lose anyone ever again to the taint of evil. 

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Allura Blinded and Frightened by Ainsworth in battle. Pendragon is enraged, protecting his wife and fearlessly fighting back against the vampire

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shattered throne, and a broken king. Erik Ainsworth the cursed king of Raven Croft. Working on further flushing this character out for our campaign. 

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Count Erik Ainsworth: Madness

Rain pounded against the large glass windows of the castle. High on the mountaintop, isolated from the rest of Raven Croft, stood Count Erik Ainsworth, locked up away from the rest of society. So long had he walked this Earth now, waiting, watching, and at last everything was with in his grasp. Ilithya Harper, was a spitting image of his late wife, Saera. He was obsessed, driven to making the woman his, by any means necessary.  Even if it meant damning her to the same curse he suffered for centuries, no longer could he go on alone. 

Losing his wife, was the last shred of what humanity lay inside of him. Long ago, to many years to count, he watched his kingdom crumple, the days of peace ending in an ear shattering scream as all he had known was ripped away from him. It was as if his very soul had been stripped from his flesh. An army from another land he had been at war with, marched on, the leader having made alliance with a powerful sorceress, Carmilla. 

They marched upon the land scorching the earth with dragon’s fire. Slaughtering his people, and pillaging the village of all things valuable. Castle Raven Croft loomed over the burning landscape, the last blockade before everything was conquered. It was not long, however, before the gates fell and the dark army flooded the insides of the castle. It was a blood bath. 

The army slaughtered his men left and right, he stood his ground with them. Horror in his eyes, as he witnessed the pools of blood filling his halls. His men, friends, allies screaming in pain as they were butchered by undead forces. At the head was the sorceress, Carmilla. Her crimson eyes fixed upon the Count and her pale finger crooked towards him, beckoning him into some forbidden darkness. 

He refused, fighting her spells with his blade, one crafted from the god Pelor, and handed to him to keep such evils at bay. Light as bright and warm as the sun glimmered into the halls slaying the undead. Shrieks and groans filled the ever twisting dark halls as the battle continued. It seemed perhaps they would turn tide, but it was fated not to be.

A female scream pierced the air, halting all sounds, the count froze as if he had been stuck with ice. Before his eyes his wife, Saera was held against the cruel sorceress, her last pawn in this battle. A sharp dark blade set at her throat. 

“The sword. Drop it.” Carmilla snarled blade sinking a little into Saera’s neck, crimson beading to the surface. His eyes widdened in horror. The only sound heard was the sound of the blade clattering to the floor. Before Saera could protest, her throat was slit. In a panic, Erik lunged for his beloved, as Carmilla tossed her carelessly aside grabbing the sun blade. In perfect timing, the shattering sound of the sword rung in his ears, as his heart ached with pain. His wife gasping for air, struggling to stay with him as he sobbed clinging to her form. Frantically he tried to heal her, but it did no good. Her time had come. Darkness filled his soul, as everything he’d ever known, crashed around him. The sound of the sword shattering, mimicked his world collapsing. 

A cry of agony rang through out his castle. Clinging to his wife’s lifeless body he cried in anger. How could this all happen? How could Pelor abandon them in their greatest time of need? Before he could stand to seek revenge upon the sorceress, she pulled him into a magical grasp, his body entangled in black shadows. Red eyes stared hungrily at him, as he was a fly trapped in her dark web. She gasped, sharp fangs being exposed in her mouth as she ran her tongue over them. “Oh greatest foe of King Eliot, you’re curse is far from over.” A wicked grin split her lips, “I will take even more from you this night.” In a blink of an eye her fangs sunk into his wrist. He cried out in agony, fear on his face, as he felt his life’s force being sucked from his form.

His eyes were wide and wild as he was helplessly grappled in the air by dark magics. His vision blurred, and before death could reunite him with his beloved, she stopped. Eyes filled with hatred and confusion he tried to focus upon her. “You will live forever, king of nothing, alone.” 

Than, as soon  as they had come, they were gone. He found himself on the  floor, the stones were as cold as ice. His mind reeled, his body ached, and he felt as if his soul had left his body. Inside he felt nothing. Pain made a hollow black hole inside his heart. He’d lost everything, but worst of it all, he’d lost the only woman he would ever love. Before blackness came, he muttered “Saera......” 

Lightning flashed. He blinked bringing himself back from his thoughts. “Ilithya...” he whispered softly. Soon his curse would over take her, and he would get revenge on the coven of witches who plagued his land, and free his lands from Carmilla’s curse. Soon he would lay down his own dark curse, and reclaim what was rightfully his. His hand pressed to the window pane as he looked down at the bustling town, “you will all serve, and bow before me. I am your rightful king.” He sneered. 

“worms...” he muttered pressing his face to the glass, eyes scrunching closed suddenly, “worms eating my flesh....darkness. I can’t see....can’t...can’t breathe...” he inhaled sharply, “SAERA!!!!!” He cried out his voice echoing into the empty hall, his eyes snapping opening eyes wild with madness, he cried.