linette-the-pathfinder

[linette-the-pathfinder]

[linette-the-pathfinder]

tagged by @elavoria for a wip extract... thought i'd start writing the adventures of ginger, who was supposed to be a comedy bit just to do the trickster path and romance daeran, turns out she's a character now

You’re probably thinking: hey, Ginger! What’s a respectable lass like you doing, going on crusades and talking to dreary gods and things? You have to be sober to do that sort of stuff! – The answer is, damned if I know. You know when you just want a bit of extra pocket money so you flirt with a couple of fit rich guys and then suddenly you’re in the middle of a demon invasion? Yeah, that. They call Cayden Cailean the “Accidental God”. First time I got drunk, it was a particularly good halfling brew with things in it that I’ve spent my life looking for, or maybe they just spat in the glass, who knows, anyway I thought: you can do anything you want on this stuff! of course he became a god! Anyway then I walked into a metal lamp-post and realised what they actually meant by “accident”. That was in Kenabres, years ago, – you don’t need to know my age, unless you’re a bouncer, in which case I’m twenty-one, I’m just really tired about it, – anyway that particular morning, when I woke up in the very same plaza, not remembering a damn thing, I thought maybe I’d dreamt everything since the lamp-post.

[linette-the-pathfinder]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @sylvienerevarine, @theoneandonlysemla, @madam-whim, and @tallmatcha over the last while, thank you all! I tag you back and also @nostalgic-breton-girl and @dirty-bosmer.

I’ve been thinking about having Billiver and Isanna’s relationship actually be something different for him, something unusually lasting, so here’s a little bit of their reunion, fifteen years and an apotheosis with a different partner later:

“{What’s wrong?}” she asked, hurrying back to kneel before him. When he didn’t speak immediately, she cupped his face in her hands and caressed him with her thumbs. “Darling…” “I shouldn’t say,” he said, and although he averted his eyes from hers, he placed one of his hands over hers and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Selfish of me.” “Tell me, darling,” she said as firmly as she could while still speaking gently. “Please. I want to hear it.” “I…” he began, meeting her eyes only to falter and shake his head. “You have someone else now. It doesn’t matter.” “It does,” she assured him even as her heart broke for him. “Anything you have to say means the world to me.” “Isanna,” he said with a shaky, grateful smile. “My angel. Just as sweet as you ever were. Very well.” He took her hand from his face and held it in both of his, and she let her other hand slip down to his shoulder. “Do you remember what I said when you left? How my kin don’t tend to settle down with one person?” “I do, yes,” she said softly. He nodded, then said, “Well, I… expected my feelings for you to fade. To remain fond, but fade. Especially with you gone.” He frowned and shook his head, and his grip on her hand tightened. “They never did.”

[linette-the-pathfinder]

Daeran sketch because i can

[linette-the-pathfinder]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theoneandonlysemla, @madam-whim, @pinessydr, and @dirty-bosmer, thank you! I tag you all back and also @nostalgic-breton-girl and @sheirukitriesfandom.

Isanna’s brought Billiver another present from her adventures for gnome enrichment purposes. First she brought him an ancient coin, then some cave fisher glands and special curative water, and now…:

“I have something for you,” she said when he returned. “Another gift from Thassilon.” “Oh?” he asked. She smiled at the twinkle of curiosity in his eyes, and once he had closed the distance between them, she presented the bottle to him. His eyes widened when they landed on it, and he accepted the offering with an enthusiastic smile. “Purple!” he said, holding it next to his goatee, which he then twirled in bashful pleasure. “Just like my hair.” He held the bottle out in his palm and swirled its contents, only to furrow his brows when he didn’t find the insight he sought. “Not a potion. No matter. I’m prepared this time.” She watched his graceful fingers as he gestured and intoned his detection spell, then smiled when he frowned. “Magically inert. Hmm. What is it you’ve brought me this time? Don’t tell me.” She laughed softly, pleased that her gift was proving to be a challenge for him, though she quickly sobered when his hand moved to the bottle’s stopper. He pulled it out with a satisfying pop, and they stared in very different manners of transfixed as the liquid rapidly bubbled into purple fumes within which burned a very vigorous purple flame. “Poison!” he cried a moment later, snapping out of his near-trance to replace the stopper with surprising speed.

[linette-the-pathfinder]

tagged by @elavoria for a wip extract... here i attempt to import a certain kingmaker quest into wotr. because reasons

‘Commander! A bit of trouble with the treasury just now. I’ve been through the receipts over and again and I can’t get everything to tot up as it should. We’re a few hundred down. And not in coppers. You wouldn’t know anything about it?’ I am as you know, the sort of woman who might turn a blind eye to skimming, for the right reasons. I am also the sort of woman who might have bought something of supreme importance and entirely forgotten about it before I could note it down. I blinked at her and said that: no, I didn’t: but didn’t we keep the coffers under multiple locks and multiple keys?  ‘Of course we do, Commander,’ said she, ‘and my key hasn’t been walkabouts as far as I know. That’s why I came to ask you.’ ‘I haven’t the foggiest,’ said I: ‘do you really think we have a thief in the castle! and why wouldn’t they have made off with all of it, if they could?’ Dorgelinda Stranglehold winced. ‘I’m not saying those several hundred were all the money we possessed, but we’re not exactly in calm straits here, Commander, –’

[linette-the-pathfinder]

All companions from Pathfinder: Kingmaker deserve more fanart!  - Part 2

Part 1

Also Inktober 13-18/31

[linette-the-pathfinder]

was tagged by @sylvienerevarine for a wip extract... but as is usual nowadays i only have pathfinder... here linette finds out that when she went missing for six months, her girlfriend pretended to be her to keep morale up, and, well

I looked at her, – the pinafore, the ribbon in her hair, – the damnable way she had learnt my habits and my very movements though she had not seen me in six months: and returned:

‘Am I really so easily replaced? so easily imitated?’

It was a difficult thing for her to deny, sitting across from me like a mirror-image. She attempted it anyway [...]

‘You came back right on time. Any longer and everyone would have seen straight through it! I know I look like you from a distance, but so do most halflings, you know, to the tall folk. And the accent keeps slipping, –’

I sighed.

‘And,’ she said, clutching all the more at the evidence when my face fell further, ‘I don’t know if anyone actually believes it anyway. They just want to believe it! And sometimes you can want to believe something so strongly, that it might as well be true, –’

and linette presumably replies "yes that is indeed a suitable if heavy-handed metaphor for the plot"

[linette-the-pathfinder]

linette's about page, for anyone who wanted to know a bit more about her :)

Linette Dunhelm is known for being the Commander of the Fifth Crusade; the founder of the Palatinate County of Dunhelm, also known as Drezen; the finest bard this side of the Worldwound (pending academic review); an increasingly unhinged force for chaotic good; a blessing to pinafore-makers everywhere; the lover and confidante of a clinically depressed mongrel; and a (sometimes literally) shining example to all halfling kind. Her parents describe her as a little bean who has never done anything wrong in her life. Her armies described her as a change from the usual rigid, sensible commanders who don’t add musical interludes to their training. Regill described her as a menace, which she took as a compliment. Aivu describes her as the bestest best friend and Golarion’s main source of toffee. Lann describes her as a reckless and inexperienced idealist but who is somehow really sexy about it. She describes herself as a Shelynite musician, a counterpoint expert, the reigning soup-champion of Mendev and a little bean who has never done anything wrong in her life. Linette’s mythic journey took her from Azata to Legend, because if there’s one thing she dislikes more than Iomedae’s rigid directives, it’s dying from purple crystal disease. Her main stipulations were, firstly, that Aivu stay with her, and secondly, that Dorgelinda Stranglehold put in an order for several buckets of grass seed. Anyone hoping that the loss of her mythic powers would tone down the chaos, was sadly mistaken. She remains the same as she ever was, with the added benefit of no longer spontaneously bleeding half to death at convenient narrative points. Now the crusade is over and done with, you can probably find her on the HMS (Halfling Manned Ship) Pinafore, primarily populated with willing halfling refugees from Cheliax; but captained by Lann, who is possibly the opposite of a halfling. The Pinafore is bound for new places and experiences: not only for the sheer thrill of it, but also to contribute cutting-edge research articles to the Encyclopaedia Golarionnica, such as “Whether grass can grow on the surface of water”, “If children can be born of mongrels and halflings”, “Whether a normal boat can outpace a mimic boat in various wind conditions” and “One hundred interesting new things to eat from the sea”.

[linette-the-pathfinder]

linzi in cross stitch :)

(designed from one of the artbook sketches)

[linette-the-pathfinder]

A) Lann stop being adorable (impossible)

B) GREYBOR YOU SOFTIE

[linette-the-pathfinder]

Look, you gotta appreciate the timing I got for these kinda quests

[linette-the-pathfinder]

The best dragon who loves cookies!

[linette-the-pathfinder]

2023.10.14

The Baron of Varnhold and his beloved General, reunited.

[linette-the-pathfinder]

Finished an old piece .. Amiri from pathfinder kingmaker

[linette-the-pathfinder]

tagged by @elavoria for wip wednesday... in which linette meets a certain adorable halfling from galt whom i have put into the wotr headcanon probably as a coping mechanism. and in which lann seethes with jealousy over his porridge

She put out a hand to shake, and I hardly knew what came over me: I put out both my hands and clasped more than shook. My thumb ran over a writer’s callus, on her ring-finger, –  ‘You’re the Commander!’ she cried: ‘the real Commander! – is it all true, everything that’s happened so far! – I’ve been following the army and listening to all the rumours and buttering up all sorts of people, and, – oh, what must you think of me! This is my first real adventure, and you’re my first real hero! Actually I wanted to chronicle all your adventures, but, –’ She looked so put out, that I did not let go of her hand: ‘– apparently you already have a chronicler, and the Queen doesn’t want a second one.’ ‘O Nurah!’ said I: ‘I’m not sure she’s written a thing so far, that is any sort of artistry. I think the Queen just has her write down all the dates and how many people died or how many campsites were flooded by eyeballs or cheerful things like that.’ ‘It’s not doing recruitment any favours,’ said Lann, who had located the spoons: ‘someone needs to tell them that no matter how bad it gets, at the end of the day, there’s always a nice lukewarm bowl of concrete porridge waiting for them.’ He was smiling now, on his human side: but he had been rather in the shadow, and looking a little more downtrodden than before the woman’s entrance. I had forgotten, too, our quiet evening together, and supposed his ill mood were sprung simply of the newcomer staring at his scales and his horn fit to write poetry tenfold. I put out my hands towards the both of them and said: ‘This is my friend Lann. I think he means: welcome to the Crusade.’

[linette-the-pathfinder]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @tallmatcha, @theoneandonlysemla, @dirty-bosmer, and @madam-whim, thank you! I tag @nostalgic-breton-girl, @sheirukitriesfandom, and @vervayyn. : )

Billiver’s making it up to Isanna with another batch of alchemist’s fire, this time made correctly and with instruction on how to make it herself—though something still isn’t quite right:

“I didn’t notice last time,” she said as she came to the realization, “but you’re undervaluing your work.” “Alchemist’s fire is worth twenty gold,” he said curtly. “Usually, perhaps,” she agreed, “but this recipe… you’re not even covering the cost of materials. I won’t have you losing money because of me.” “You could have lost your life because of me,” he shot back. “It’s the least I can do.” “Darling, no,” she said, unable to keep her pain from her voice as her heart broke for him. “It was never that serious.” “You made it quite clear that it was,” he said sharply. He stared hard at her, then furrowed his brows and hopped off his chair with a huff of a sigh and paced around the room. “My kin,” he began, only to pause and give her a helpless look. She gave him a gentle, questioning one in turn, and he continued, “We come from the Place of No Consequence. But here, in the land of the real…” He shook his head, and his pained expression prompted her to join him. His eyes tracked hers as she moved to kneel before him, and blue and gold became lost in each other. “Consequences can be dire,” he said at length. He reached out a hand and gently brushed his fingers against her face as if to confirm that she was still here, still real, then finished quietly, “Something I need to remember.”