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Plo Koon uses Electric Judgement (Force Lightning) to apprehend criminal Dreed Pommel

A commission for @auditect , based on a short story featuring Plo Koon in the book "Jedi vs. Sith - The Essential Guide to the Force"

Thank you again so much for commissioning me!

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My entry for @jazaesis DTIYS challenge on Instagram, featuring her Nightsister OC, Hala! 🌙

Hala has such a gorgeous design and an incredible story; I always love seeing her cross my feed. The way Jaz conveys character and story through her art is always stunning - if you're not following her, you're missing out!!

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I am ESTATIC with how this turned out! This may be the single coolest thing I've done so far. I'm particularly proud of the rendering of the clothing. Everything just came together so nicely. For years now, every new thing I've drawn becomes "the best thing I've ever done", so I'm super excited to see what other progress I'll make!

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My entry for @vogelfreyhh 's #underworlddtiy !

Congratulations on over 1.3K followers!! Their designs for Ti'ad and Sykho are so gorgeous, I always love seeing their beautiful art pop up on my feed.

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Swooped in at the last minute with the fastest full rendering job I've ever done, and I am so pleased with how it turned out!

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Two DTIYS challenges that I participated in last month!

Blomma belongs to thetulipskyber [formerly Fantinesgalaxy] Josren belongs to S3rendip1tous, Gida [the Twi'lek] belongs to me

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Kindred Spirits

Kindred Spirits - ReneeoftheStars - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

After the Nihil attack on the Valo Republic Fair, Chancellor Lina Soh and Regasa Elarec Yovet speak as equals regarding the future of their peoples' alliance.

I am so thrilled to finally share the short story I wrote for @highrepubliczine , a charity fan anthology celebrating Phase I of The High Republic era of Star Wars!

I started daydreaming about running a fanzine for this incredible collection of books and comics back in 2023, and thanks to an amazing mod team and enthusiastic contributors, it became a reality. I'm so grateful to every person who has supported this project, and all the love and support it has received.

I'm also so thankful to the mods for determining that I could write a piece for this zine. Mods weren't guaranteed a contributor spot, so I am very thankful that they believed my writing was good enough to be included.

You still have a few days to take advantage of the Leftover Sale and claim a digital copy, as well as several pieces of merch! Leftover Sales close Saturday April 26 2025!

Word count: 1,998

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For the first time in her chancellorship, Lina Soh sat in a closed-canopy speeder as she was driven through the darkened skylanes of Coruscant.

She had always enjoyed the open canopies while traveling, though a member of her wardrobe team often needed to fix her headdress before she made any formal appearances. The artificial climate control system kept the skies of the Federal District clear, so abject weather was never a concern.

The threat of assassination, however, was.

Mere months ago, Lina wouldn’t have been able to fathom that she’d ever be in true danger, that she could feel unsafe on Coruscant itself.

But that was before Valo.

Before thousands had been injured and thousands more killed. Before Soh herself had been nearly murdered. Her prosthetic leg ached with a phantom pain at the fraught memory.

If the Nihil were bold enough to attack the Republic Fair, what would stop their remnants from setting their sights on Coruscant? Lina suppressed a shudder.

So now she traversed Coruscant in an enclosed speeder. Besides, the safety of more than just herself was at stake.

Lina regarded the woman sitting beside her. Elegant montrals rose from her head, and lekku framed her orange face as the Togruta gazed out over the glittering city-world. Elarec Yovet – the Regasa, the Supreme Huntress of Shili, ruler of the Togruta – folded her hands delicately in her lap as she watched the lights flash by.

The Regasa had graciously accepted Lina’s invitation to engage in political talks on Coruscant, and had arrived just as evening fell on the heart of the Republic. They’d shared a comfortable silence in the mostly-empty speeder, a droid pilot expertly navigating them through the cleared lanes.

“Regasa –”

“Elarec,” the Togruta corrected, a smile crinkling the white markings across her face. “We have fought a battle together, Lina. We may dispense with formalities when not in official settings.”

She was dressed in a simple travel gown, her chain of office the only ornate piece about her. Lina found herself glad that she’d declined her stylists’ recommendation that she should wear an elaborate outfit to greet the foreign dignitary, and opted instead for similarly subdued attire.

“Elarec,” she amended, returning the smile, “are you cold? We can adjust the controls to your comfort.” She glanced down at the woman’s bare feet. “Or provide you some slippers.”

“Your offer is kind. But I have been barefoot my whole life, and intend to remain so.”

“I understand that most Togruta walk barefoot on Shili,” Lina said.

The other woman nodded. “It is a reflection of our sacred bond to the world itself, of the lifeforce that flows through all. I maintain the tradition by treading barefoot on all worlds; it is my own way of honoring the connection of all life. But the soil of this world has been long lost. It is still quite amazing to me.”

Elarec gathered herself, then went on. “Besides, my feet are easily kept warm.” She slid her feet beneath the massive furry form of Matari curled on the floor before her. With both targons squeezed into the speeder, there hadn’t been room for any other passengers, leaving both security teams to take other speeders in their convoy. If the guards were put out by being ousted in favor of two oversized wildcats, they’d made no indication of it. “They’re quite magnificent beasts. You call them Matari and Voru?”

“Yes, after the twin gods of ancient Coruscant. Kitrep’s father gave them to me years ago, when they were no larger than kittens.” Linda smiled, the memory bittersweet. “He wanted me to have companions at all times, though I don’t think he realized how large they’d grow. They have been a great comfort to me ever since.”

Elarec ran her fingers through Voru’s yellow mane. “If targons were native to Shili, they would be a worthy beast to hunt.”

Both cats turned a baleful eye on her, and she laughed. “Were they not such empathic creatures, of course. With that trait, they would be revered hunting companions. I know that my people would treasure them.” Elarec sighed. “If only my people were always so easy to predict.”

“Are you still encountering opposition to a Togruta-Republic alliance?”

“Public and official opinion is split. There is great concern that we will lose our autonomy if we become part of the Republic; that we will not be able to preserve our way of life.” She held up a hand, staving off Lina’s assurances. “I know that is not your intent. Any respectable government would not ask its members to forsake their culture in the name of uniformity. But should this become a successful alliance, it will outlast us both. What influences will exist then to sway the course of civilizations?”

Of course, Lina couldn’t answer that, so she remained silent.

Elarec continued, “The alliance will stand, Lina. I intend to make my people see the future as we do: a strengthened front against the Nihil and those who wish us harm; an increased trade in technology, medicine, opportunity; to show them that we are wanted, needed out in the galaxy. Every Togruta knows that we are stronger together, whether that be in hunting party, tribe, or galaxy.”

“Even if it does not happen during my chancellorship, it should still be pursued,” Lina said. “I understand that it may take time; the people of Shili are proud.”

Elarec’s smile faltered. “Sometimes too proud. Dissenters have played on the same pride that I am trying to appeal to. They have said that such an alliance will make us appear weak. Pirates and slavers have long plagued my world, and the opposition says that those scum will see us as vulnerable, unable to stand on our own. They say that the Republic will not come to our aid should we ever truly need it.”

Lina grimaced. “I imagine that comes from the delayed Republic reinforcements at the Fair?”

“Indeed. As the argument goes, Shili saved the Republic from an attack it could not protect itself from, so why would we rely on them?” Elarec placed a hand over Lina’s, which had clenched into fists on her lap. “Know that I understand that is not the case.”

“But it is.” Lina’s throat was tight. “We bemoan the pride of your people, when my own pride resulted in the death of so many.”

“You still carry the guilt like a shroud.”

“I always will. I so terribly underestimated a foe, was so arrogant in our abilities, that I never fathomed such an outcome. And the consequences were dire.”

Elarec squeezed her hand. “It was no fault of yours. I imagine your advisors have already talked themselves hoarse trying to convince you of that. And still I know that no amount of assurances will ease the sense of responsibility you feel. That is a burden that comes with our station. You must come to terms with it in your own time. I know you may reject this out-of-hand, but know that if you ever wish to discuss it as peers, I will be happy to do so. We are not only allies, but friends, Lina Soh.”

Gratitude welled up in Lina’s chest, easing some of the ache that lurked there. Elarec spoke with the certainty of a woman who had experienced – and overcome – a similar hardship. Perhaps Lina would indeed speak on the matter with her; it was not often that a chancellor had the luxury of a true friend.

“We are indeed, Elarec Yovet.”

The speeder began to slow, and Matari and Voru stretched, their tusks and teeth bared in great yawns.

“Earlier, Elarec, you said that the soil of this world has been long lost. That is not quite true.”

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Security had cleared the park of civilians for the evening, so no one intercepted them as Lina led the way through the footpaths of Monument Plaza. The targons and security details fell in behind the two women. Lina couldn’t help the sigh that escaped her; how long would it be before the galaxy no longer had to live in fear?

They walked past the trees meticulously crafted and grown to create one of the largest natural spaces on the planet, eventually coming to an open area dotted with gently humming light sconces. In the center of the clearing lay a massive stone rising through a hole in the durasteel platform. They stopped only when they entered in the shadow of the formation, a waist-high guardrail halting their progress.

“This is Umate.” Lina spoke in a hushed tone. “It is the highest peak on all of Coruscant. The base of it has been honeycombed with buildings and tunnels over the millennia, but this summit remains. It is the last natural piece of the planet that exists.”

Elarec raised her head to stare upwards at the stone, her lips parted slightly, eyes bright, seemingly entranced by the mountain.

Lina raised her arm across the guardrail that ringed the stone and rested her hand against it. The rock was blackened and smooth from the number of people who had likewise put their hand to this piece of nature. Conservationists wanted to cordon it off, to stave off the stone’s erosion, but Lina couldn’t bring herself to approve of the measure; this place held too much memory, too much power to isolate.

“Elarec, I would like to invite you to stand upon the summit of Umate.”

The Regasa finally tore her gaze away from the mountain and stared at Lina.

“I would like you to feel as connected to Coruscant as you do Shili, as you do any world that you tread across. The Caramendary may not be part of the Republic, but we are all part of the Force, and the connection we share runs from the grasslands of Shili to the roots of the mountain here on Coruscant. So while it is not customary, I would like you to stand upon Coruscant itself.”

Slowly, Elarec nodded. “I am honored, Lina. On one condition.”

“Yes?”

“You will join me.”

When it appeared that Elarec was serious, Lina laughed. “Very well.” She carefully leaned against the barrier and removed her shoes. She thought it was silly to have a shoe on her cybernetic leg, but her styling team recommended it for appearances’ sake.

Elarec had no need to wait; hiking up her long skirts and tucking them into her belt, the Togruta deftly hoisted herself over the rail and leapt onto the mountain peak.

Their joint security details began converging on them, but Lina waved them away. Elarec extended a hand to her, and she grasped it. Matari lowered himself to the ground, allowing Lina to use him to boost herself up so she was perched on the guardrail.

The gap between the edge of the platform and the mountain was no more than two feet, and a faintly glimmering shield prevented anything from falling down into lower levels, yet Lina still felt a rush of nerves as she glanced down into the darkness. But Elarec’s hand held her own securely, and pulled her onto the summit.

The stone beneath her remaining foot was cool and rough, having remained relatively untouched for generations. Lina’s heart swelled as she gazed around the courtyard and the surrounding skyscrapers. Umate had not been the tallest point on Coruscant for longer than Lina could guess, and yet in that moment, it felt the most vital.

Elarec squeezed her hand, a reassuring grasp to help Lina keep her balance. The Togruta’s eyes were closed, her face upturned towards the sky, breathing deeply.

Lina too, closed her eyes. The night air blew above her, the sounds of a trillion people surrounded her, and the steadfast mountain grounded her. Never before had she felt so rooted to Coruscant, to the Republic itself.

A newfound wave of determination washed over her. Lina Soh smiled, and whispered to Elarec Yovet, to Coruscant, to the galaxy:

“We are all the Republic.”

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How to Fight Back

How to Fight Back - ReneeoftheStars - Star Wars - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

Summary:

Hera Syndulla insists on joining her mother, Eleni, on a relief mission to deliver supplies to a local village that is being used as an Imperial base. Hera is eager to join the fight against the Empire, but Eleni wants her daughter to understand the full scope of what that entails.

Written for @womenofswzine, "Rebel, Rebel: Women of Star Wars", a charity fan anthology celebrating all rebellion women of Star Wars! I'm so honored to have had the opportunity to work on this project; its message of hope and resistance resonates very strongly in the world right now.

If you missed preorders, you can still get your own copy during Leftover Sales, April 2nd through April 30th 2025!

Word count: 2,033

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Ryloth’s moons were high in the sky when Hera caught her mother sneaking out of the Syndulla family home.

She hurried through the halls, a cantankerous Chopper wheeling behind her, warbling loudly that Hera should just go back to bed. But Hera couldn’t sleep; she was too preoccupied by the distress call that she’d intercepted while repairing Chopper’s sensor array earlier that day. The transcribed message said the Empire had set up a base in a remote village, and had begged for help. Hera had gone to her mother, already planning to amass weapons and people to go and liberate the village. Eleni Syndulla told her in no uncertain terms that Hera was not to get involved.

But Hera had spotted the shadow of her mother pass her room in the dead of night, and Hera wasn’t about to let her slip away.

An unfamiliar starship was docked down in the hanger bay. Three members of the Freedom Fighters used hovercarts to maneuver large containers into the tiny cargo hold, taking directions from –

“Mom!” Hera called, running over.

Eleni Syndulla spun around, green lekku draping over her shoulders. “Hera? What are you doing up?”

“What are you doing?” Hera retorted. She couldn’t see the contents of the containers, but she had a suspicion, and her pulse picked up. She heard Chopper rolling up behind her as he complained about his interrupted charge.

The Fighters loaded the last of the containers and waved at them both before piling into their speeders and disappearing into the night. Eleni finally responded, “I am going to the outlying village that sent the message. Our sources have confirmed that an Imperial outpost has been established there.”

Hera grinned. “We’re bringing them aid after all!”

“I am bringing them aid. You will go back to bed.”

“No!” Hera grabbed her mother’s arm. It was beyond frustrating to be treated like a child. Even though she was just a teenager, she’d already faced her share of danger. “You can’t go by yourself! And I can’t just go back to bed wondering what’s happening. Let me do this. Please, Mom. I want to help.”

Eleni peered down at her for a long moment, her green eyes searching Hera’s. Hera held her breath. Finally, the woman nodded once. “Very well. But –” she held up a finger to stave off her daughter’s excitement, “– you will do exactly as I say, without argument.”

Hera bobbed her head quickly in agreement, hot on Eleni’s heels as they boarded the ship, a grumbling Chopper reluctantly wheeling after them.

“Can I fly?” Hera pleaded. It wasn’t a large ship, and the cockpit didn’t leave much room for maneuvering; Chopper had to settle into the narrow hallway behind them.

Eleni considered it for a moment. “Once we’re in the air. But no takeoffs or landings; it’s not our ship.”

Hera managed not to pout as she squeezed into the copilot’s chair. “Whose is it?”

As the engines hummed to life, Eleni explained, “A journalist from Alderaan. We’d debated whether she should accompany me, but she’s covering a story in the capital and needs to be available tomorrow morning.”

Once the ship had gone through the take-off cycle, Eleni guided the ship out of the hanger and into the open sky. After plotting a route and making sure they were in the clear, Eleni allowed Hera to take the pilot’s chair. Hera grasped the control yoke in delight. The swooping sensation in her belly was exhilarating; all her concerns fell away as she soared through the air. This was where she belonged.

After several minutes of tapping away at a datapad, Eleni finally broke the silence. “How is your Core Worlds accent?”

Taken aback, Hera cleared her throat and replied in her best attempt at a non-Rylothian accent. “It could be better. I’ll work on it. Are we pretending to be off-worlders?”

“Indeed. We are bringing humanitarian aid from Alderaan.” Her mother’s fake accent was surprisingly good. “The ship’s credentials check out, as do our identities.” She angled the datapad towards Hera, who saw an ident card with her picture and the name “Hera Antilles”.

“I suppose ‘Syndulla’ would be a bit of a giveaway,” Hera said with a wry smile. Between her father leading the Freedom Fighters during The Clone Wars, and the framing of her parents in the assassination attempt of Senator Orn Free Ta, theirs was a well-known family name on Ryloth.

Hera settled back in her seat. “So, what are we giving the villagers? I assume rifles and pistols, but what about carbines? Any torpedoes? Grenades? Mines?”

“Jogan fruit and meilooruns. Bacta patches, stims, and vaccines. And fuel tanks and generator parts.”

Hera wrinkled her nose. “But that’s not going to help them fight against the Empire!”

“Why do you say that?”

“You can’t fight someone with a meiloorun!” She looked at her mother incredulously. “They asked for our help –”

“ – And we are giving it. ‘Helping’ doesn’t always mean ‘fighting,’ Hera.”

Lekku twitching in irritation, Hera turned her full attention to her mother. “How can we say we’re helping people if we’re leaving them at the mercy of the Empire? We need to run the Empire out, show them that we won’t allow ourselves to be bullied – especially not on our own world!”

“Are you prepared to kill them?”

The question caught Hera off-guard, and her mother pressed on, her normally gentle expression suddenly replaced with a hardness that Hera had never seen before.

“When you talk of fighting, what do you envision? Blaster fire that doesn’t actually hit anyone, but sends stormtroopers running? Explosions taking out the Empire’s war machines without anyone nearby? The notion of fighting is valiant, but have you considered that you would be ending someone’s life? You managed to avoid any casualties when you destroyed the doonium refinery, but you will not always be so lucky. If you choose to fight with violence, Hera, someday you will look down the scope of your blaster, or at your targeting computer, and make the decision to kill.”

It took Hera a moment to find her voice; her throat had gone dry. “But during the war –”

“During open war, when the stakes are high and people are dying, hard choices have to be made. Sometimes, those choices will haunt you the rest of your life. It is not some noble pursuit – it’s life and death. And there is one large distinction that you must remember: we are dealing with people now, Hera. It was easy enough to fight with weapons during the war because almost all the targets were just droids.”

From behind them, Chopper gave an indignant holler.

“Droids without developed personality matrices,” Eleni amended, a ghost of a smile on her lips before she became serious again. “But the troops that the Empire sends to Ryloth now are living, breathing people, many of whom truly believe that the Empire’s purpose is to establish peace and order. Some of them are young, fresh out of academies; some have joined the military to see the galaxy; some have families waiting for them at home. So, Hera: are you prepared to kill them?”

Hera stared at the ship consol without really seeing. “If – if I have to…” But she trailed off, because she suddenly imagined her hands on a blaster, aiming at someone and choosing to kill them, and she felt sick.

Eleni’s hand rested on Hera’s shoulder, and her voice became gentler as she continued. “There are many ways to fight, Hera. Your Uncle Gobi fights with weapons; the war wore him down to the point where brute force is all he knows. Your father fights with words whenever he can; he does not want death, and is not willing to bring retaliation to our people. Fighting can also be done in subtle ways. Defending those who can’t defend themselves; bringing hope to those who have none.” She gestured over her shoulder. “These supplies will give the people hope. It won’t drive out the Empire. But it will nourish them, heal them, give them the agency they need to live their day-to-day lives. I know it is hard to believe that it is enough, because how could it ever be enough? But the kindness we extend to one another is something that every person of every ability can do. You can always fight with kindness.”

Tears blurred Hera’s vision; she blinked them away. Eleni wrapped her arms around her daughter and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I know you want to help, Hera. And I am proud of you for that. But you are a child – my child. It is my role to protect you. And that means shielding you from having to make such a choice for as long as I can. In the meantime, we will help in other ways.”

The rest of the flight was silent as Hera digested her mother’s words. Even Chopper – normally always eager to give his opinion – stayed uncharacteristically quiet. The sun was just breaking over the horizon as they approached the village, and Hera and Eleni switched seats. Eleni guided the ship to the Imperial checkpoint, careful to comply with all their directions. The stormtroopers – not a clone among them, Hera noted – confirmed their idents as citizens of Alderaan, searched the ship and cargo, and cleared them to unload.

Hera and Eleni pushed the hovercarts loaded with the supply containers down the narrow ship ramp, Chopper pushing a smaller container ahead of him. The white armor of the stormtroopers was stark against the reddish hue of the canyon-hewn homes and the multicolor skin of the Twi’leks that came to greet them. As Eleni spoke with the village leader, Hera found herself desperately wishing that she could see the trooper’s faces; with their uniformed helmets, she could almost forget that there was a person underneath.

Volunteers came to help organize the supplies, and soon the villagers had formed lines to receive the aid. Hera helped pass out meilooruns, amazed as the faces of each person lit up as they accepted the orange-and-pink fruit. Even as stormtroopers regulated the lines, interlopers on their world, threats to their daily lives, the locals thanked her profusely, grabbed her hands, and beamed like life itself was restored to them. It was midday by the time there was a break from the steady stream of people, and Hera leaned heavily against the container.

“You’re here!”

Hera peered around at the small voice. A teal-skinned Twi’lek girl no more than ten years old was staring up at her. She was skinny, her cheeks sunken, but the smile that lit up her face could power starships.

“We are,” Hera confirmed, unable to stop herself from grinning back. “I’m Hera. What’s your name?”

“I’m Numa. Did you come because of my message?”

“Your message?”

The girl nodded and dropped her voice. “I sent a signal asking for help.”

Hera squatted down so she was eye-to-eye with Numa. She dropped the Core Worlds accent and murmured with a smile, “We got your message. We came as soon as we could.”

“Do you need help fighting?” Numa whispered. “I can fight.”

Hera’s heart stuttered. Numa’s face was determined, but she was so young, so small – an image rose unbidden in Hera’s mind of the girl holding a blaster bigger than herself, and Hera’s breath caught. A fierce protectiveness flared up in her. It gave Hera pause. Was this what Eleni saw when she looked at Hera? A small child in a big dangerous galaxy who didn’t understand the risks?

“We do need help,” Hera finally said. She pressed a meiloorun into Numa’s hands. “We need to make sure that we’re taking care of each other. The best way to fight back is to live. To thrive. So, here’s my special assignment for you: keep helping the people of your village. Make sure everyone has enough to eat. If you see someone struggling, offer to aid them. Be kind. Have hope. Do you think you can do that?”

Numa nodded enthusiastically. She threw her arms around Hera and buried her face in her shoulder. “I knew you’d come.”

Hera hugged her back tightly. “We always will.”

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Somebody's watching me... 👀

Willow Branch became a fae being after a run-in with a hag as a child. As an adult, he's joined an adventuring party that includes a guy named Tony. After spending time together, Willow Branch realized that something was staring at him out of his new friend's chest like he was prey, and it TERRIFIED him. Turns out, Tony is host to some ancient creature that hunts fae beings, and he's trying to figure out how to get rid of it.

I've had this soundbite stuck in my head for days, and finally realized it fit with something that happened in one of our first games of our newest campaign!

(No idea why the file made part of the brown trenchcoat green - probably a side affect of one of the filters)

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My entry for @rileyquinnart 's DTIYS featuring the protagonists of their upcoming book, "Gold and Gossamer" #goldandgossamer

Dante and Taniya have such gorgeous designs, and such an interesting dynamic. I love all the art and animatics of them and the rest of the cast, and I can't wait to read the book!

I used a thicker lineart for this than I usually use, and I love how it turned out!

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Wide-Eye "Eylie" Golden Plains, a Tabaxi College of Spirits Bard!

The final portrait for the last player character in our new D&D campaign!

As a teenager, a day came when Eylie of the Golden Plains Clan heard something whisper for her to "run". She ignored it - and regretted it shortly thereafter, as enemy forces decimated her village and nation. She managed to escape, but lost everything and everyone she knew. Living as a refugee among non-Tabaxi who were not worthy of knowing her true name, she adopted several monikers, including Cassi Nightwhisker, Selene Runeseer, and Clio Moonclaw

Eylie managed to make a business connection with an amateur alchemist (Benjamin Ravenscrest) and sell his creations for some coin; between that, some grifting, and some half-believed fortune-telling, she managed to stay afloat. As she travels with Benjamin to a capital city to set up a legitimate storefront, she shuffles her deck of fortune-telling cards. Now believing that the voice that told her to run all those years ago was the spirit of her ancestors, she is determined to never ignore another warning, regardless of how they contact her...

Bonus: The back of Eylie's fortune-telling deck! I legitimately designed and printed a deck of cards that I use during game - you can see the card designs here. The cards that get drawn are scarily accurate a majority of the time.

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💞Sometimes you have to sweep your wife off her feet and bask in her presence

Me, drawing my ocs AND making a holiday post? It's more likely than you think!

I have criminally few drawings of my Togruta wives, Lethaa Daal and Naras Tyn, so here's a quick attempt to remedy that!

Hope your Valentine's Day is full of love of all kinds 💛

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Benjamin Ravenscrest, a Wood-Elf Witch!

A portrait for one of the player characters in our new D&D campaign!

Trained as a witch of the White Coven, Benjamin is no stranger to the occult. He has made great progress in his studies as he seeks to gain knowledge and power that can help others.

With the goal of setting up an apothecary where he can make and sell potions, he agreed to team up with a wandering Tabaxi looking for employment, and the two friends set off towards a city hub. Benjamin will find that his kind disposition may be strained as he enters a world that is filled with under-handed dealings, but it is the occult dealings that he stumbles upon that catch his attention...

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Drizzt Quisif Nan-Pah, a Drow Paladin/Warlock!

A portrait for one of the player characters in our new D&D campaign!

Drizzt is a Drow who has spent his life in the Underdark, as a knight representing the crown. Circumstances that he has not disclosed to others caused him to leave the relative safety of the Underdark on a quest to see the world and potentially make a name for himself. He encountered The Champ shortly after arriving on the surface, and -amused by the fighter's boisterous nature and with no specific destination in mind - joined him.

Due to a long history of violence, the surface world is not kind to Drow, and Drizzt has taken to hiding behind masks and cowls to avoid unnecessary confrontation. Though he makes an effort to be friendly with those he meets, he will not hesitate to resort to aggressive means if need be...

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✨Star Wars Adopts✨ 3/4 available

I'm super excited to share my very first batch of Star Wars adoptable designs!

✨Adopts are $35 USD each Payment accepted through PayPal and Venmo

• Formal Togruta - AVAILABLE • Theelin Mechanic - AVAILABLE • Dathomirian Nightsister - SOLD • Twi'lek Jedi - AVAILABLE

✨If you'd like to purchase one of these characters, send me a DM These are available on a first-come-first-serve basis, so don't wait!

✨Once you purchase the character, I will email you a jpg or png of the file. You are welcome to tweak their design, but please do not re-sell them; these adopts are intended for individual, personal use. If you post them anywhere else, please tag and credit me. And if you do additional art of them or develop their stories, please tag me - I'd love to see!

Reblogs, comments, and likes are super appreciated 💛

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Year in Review 2024! ✨️

This year was a bit odd in terms of art; I made very few pieces, but I spent a lot of time on the ones that I did do. Lots of D&D portraits, as my group started a new campaign.

One of my goals for the upcoming year is to become more comfortable with drawing; right now, it's very meticulous work and takes a while. I'd like to figure out how to do looser, more natural and/or dynamic poses, and see if there's a way to streamline my process - or else, spend more time on some simpler drawings.

Looking at my art over the years, I'm so happy to see how much I'm progressing! Every new thing I draw is "the best thing I've ever drawn", and I hope that continues to be my experience.

Here's to 2025! ✨️

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John "The Champ" Forest, a Human Fighter!

A portrait for one of the player characters in our new D&D campaign!

John Forest rarely gives his own name; he refers to himself as "The Champ", on account of his success in the fighting ring. His enthusiasm for fighting earned him a reputation back home of a successful melee combatant, and he struck out on his own to fight in some of the most glorious arenas in the world. But the world has many perils, and while The Champ is used to fighting for fun, he is quickly learning that his time is more likely to be spent fighting to survive...

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✨️Art vs. Artist 2024✨️

This year's been a bit odd, creatively. I feel like I did a lot of drawing, but reviewing my completed pieces, there actually weren't that many. I think it's because I spent a lot of time on individual drawings.

I feel like I'm continuing to have more control over my drawings, but I still have a long way to go when it comes to composition, form, etc.

Some goals for next year include working on dynamic poses and figure drawings, as well as expressions. I want to draw more of my ocs, some DTIYSs, and fun DnD shenanigans.

As always, thank you all for your support and encouragement. I love being part of this community, and you all inspire me to continue improving my art 💛

[reneeofthestars]

Some quick sketches of a few of my Togruta girls!

Naras Tyn - First Healer of Corvala, wife of Lethaa Daal Lethaa Daal - Senator of Shili, wife of Naras Tyn Me'lane Kasii - actress, gained popularity starring in Shilian melodramas The Shol'i - the Speaker of Shili, spiritual elder of the Togruta Zaatha Naar - diplomat from Kiros during the New Republic era