#Varnhold

[meifiction]

Whatcha doin there Varn? More super cropped drawings of these two in some heated ❤️‍🔥🌶 diplomatic relations.

[momochanners]

2023.10.14

The Baron of Varnhold and his beloved General, reunited.

[kuroimarzipan]

maegar varn sending you so many letters before varnhold vanishing was honestly great (yes its this comic)

[outeremissary]

SO. Over a year ago in July I was tagged by @arrow90-quiver on this picrew, a time so long that the post on which I was tagged no longer exists and I could only locate a version of it through my email because I had email notifications on for tags and thus a full copy of the post in my email. I know it is VERY LATE, but last year I convinced myself that I could not post this without doing art for it, and by now I've done a lot of art for it at various points. So I'm still posting this I'msososorry

In addition to Balthazar and Carmen, I made my other two Kingmaker characters- my Varnhold's Lot general Xinyue and my good run baroness Teliah. Teliah is a nervous wreck of an NG halfling druid and she is driven by twitchy prey animal instinct in everything. Xinyue is a CG human magus and she is like a himbo for girls. No one is as cringe or fail as her, or as oblivious to it. She once failed so many Athletics checks to climb a cliff in a row (falling on her face every time) that I finally gave up and decided to split the party for that half of the map and leave her down there. What a woman. It's endearing to me, I can't help but root for her

I am. Not tagging anyone. Due to the time. Haha. Whoops.

[another-heroine]

♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap for Ismene and Maegar? :)

Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy

Oh goodness, how long I didn't write about them. It seems like a century ago!

Precious

Varnhold's nights were always serene. Ismene could only listen to the woods' sounds and some guard passing by with a lit torch. It was fall, and a cold breeze slippered through the curtains, but she didn't mind at all; it was like a spring night in Numeria's desert.

She finished undoing her hair, letting the dark locks fall freely over her lap. Her back was a bit sore, and looking down, she noticed her belly was beginning to shape under the white nightgown.

Maegar entered the bedroom, carrying pillows under his arms.

“There you go. It must work.”

The woman got up, frowning. “I hope that you didn't steal anyone’s head resting."

“Oh no, not at all, I... borrowed those ones,” he babbled, avoiding eye contact. “From the inn!”

Ismene seeked for his eyes, almost bowing, amused with his jitters.

“Varn...,” she hummed. “What are you up to?”

He smiled nervously. “Maybe... Just maybe... I let slip the fact that you are... We are waiting for a child.”

“Good gods, you say it like we have murdered someone,” she laughed.

He cringed a bit. “Well, you asked me to wait for a few more moons, so…”

Ismene kissed his cheek. “Let them know then. I said that because I was... getting used to the idea too, you know.” It was her turn to look away.

After the Lantern King's defeat, time flew quickly, and one day, when they were returning from a mission in Brevoy, Ismene had an outburst in the dinner. After insisting patiently, Maegar found out his wife was pregnant, and she had no goddamn idea about how to proceed, after all, Ismene never saw herself as a mother until that moment.

Her people had a different point of view in cases like that. They would never condemn a woman who wasn’t ready to be a mother. But after long conversations with Varn, she felt confident enough to accept that mission.

Maegar smiled warmly, holding her close. “If you are happy, so am I. I would never ask for anything that hurts you.”

“And it don’t. I mean, my back hurts, but whatever.” She giggled nervously.

They made a nest with the pillows, in order to keep Ismene the most comfortable possible, holding her back while she laid on her side, facing Maegar. But as usual, he first cuddled on her lap, holding her belly with tenderness.

“You know, it’s getting too small for you two,” she mocked, running her fingers through his hair.

“I have no problems with this.” The baron shrugged. “Right now I’m holding the two most precious people in my life. I couldn’t ask for anymore!”

She opened her mouth, trying to articulate something, but gave up, feeling her face warming.

She was also holding the two most precious people in her life. Hell or high water, she wouldn’t measure forces to protect them with it.

[shiawasekai]

I'm finishing the part of the drawing i wanted to make today relatively fast so i may as well treat myself and... actually play videogames.......

[percserval]

Playing Varnholds lot after you completed Varnhold Vanishing just to multiple hear Cephal’s plans for the barony next door

Cephal: They won’t survive the Troll invasion— Stop giving them aid!! The won’t survive it anyway.

Chephal: We oughta just take a few of their cities in the chaos— I think a beach front mansion on the shores of silver-step sounds simply delightful…

Maegar: Dude WHY are you so obsessed with this???? They have done nothing to us

Cephal: Well look who’se the stick in the mud now! im suggesting improvements to the realm. It’s only me safeguarding our interests by dealing with our neighbors. I should just pack up and leave if you don’t want to listen to common sense.

Nothing is more satisfying then remembering he became a pin cushion when in his final stand

[skitterjitter]

Varnhold Vanishing is gonna be a bit awkward because I made my Baroness and Varnhold General sisters

[inquisitorsirjohannvonfallbaer]

I had high hopes for Varnhold's Lot but in the end it gets kinda grindy :/

Well let's just hope the main game picks back up after this & what I've done over in V has some consequences ...

(otherwise what's the point right?)

[zazrichor]

I'm currently playing through the Pathfinder series and I have to say, I am obsessed. Aster is my Kingmaker OC, Phesolis is my Kingmaker General/Baroness of Varnhold, and Zinnia is my WotR OC. Zinnia and Aster are chaotic siblings.

[boggubozakatochnihmashinok]

picture as a gift in ask

(character - hero of DLC Varnhold's Lot)

[meifiction]

My headcanon is that Varn is very good at giving back rubs and massages, like what he is clearly doing in this drawing here 😈❤️‍🔥 Also he’s 100% a wife guy and you can’t convince me otherwise

[undyingembers]

Decided to do the rest of my Owlcat couples with this picrew!

Top to bottom:

Katala/Tristian: Pathfinder: Kingmaker

Lenarius-Leonosa/Daeran: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous

Irissil/Maegar: Varnhold's Lot

Bonus - Ansoc and Sabine

[silversiren1101]

Varnhold's Lot going up there as one of the worst DLC experiences of all time rest in fucking piss

[lukedanger]

Title: Temperance in Salvation Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous (Video Game) Rating: T Characters: The Commander (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous), Areelu Vorlesh, Ulbrig Olesk Additional Tags: Vignette, Angel Mythic Path (Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous) Summary: A collection of short stories and ficlets for Knight-Commander Elaina, a Paladin of Iomedae, as she is thrust into the vanguard of the Fifth Crusade and learns the true extent of Areelu Vorlesh's machinations.

[Read Here on Ao3]

The first short, "Lucky Bracers", is below the cut.

Ulbrig took a drink as he finished boasting for the Olesks. “All right, now your turn: where do you hail from? Who’s your tribe?”

“I was raised in Iomedae’s service at one of her abbeys, a healer and then paladin by her grace.”

“I mean what tribe are you from. You’re a Sarkorian. The abbey explains the Mendevian name, but those bracers are unmistakably Sarkorian.”

Elaina glanced down at them, then back to Ulbrig. “I don’t know,” she explained as she tapped the one on her left forearm, the ones etched with the words ‘I Promise’ in Hallit. “All that I have left of my family are these bracers - they were with me when the crusaders found me.”

“Found you?”

“The village I was born in was razed to the ground, and the crusaders found me among a slaughtered group of fleeing farmers.”

“Oglins?”

Elaina nodded.

“And none of the other survivors knew who you were?”

“If there were any, they vanished,” she elaborated, tapping the other lucky bracer. “And whoever crafted the bracers did not include a family or clan name, or even who my parents were.”

Ulbrig frowned, and quite deeply as he was now staring at her forearms. “Could I take a look at them?”

Elaina paused a moment, then nodded and undid her right bracer, handing it to him. “Please be careful.”

“Aervahr would not let me forget being careless with blood-tie bracers,” he said as he examined the patterns, running his fingers across them with the deftness of a jeweler checking their masterpiece. Though as he pressed a bit deeper onto one of the patterns, he winced in momentary pain, then grinned.  “Hah! They resent a greater clan’s touch!”

“They are enchanted,” Elaina explained. “The abbey had an inquisitor look at them, but as far as she could tell whoever crafted them wanted to make sure only I could use them. Anyone else who wears them always says that they feel like someone is gazing angrily at them from beyond.”

“I can believe it. These would usually be blessed by a clan’s shamans so anyone who stole them would feel the weight of their crime.” He paused, turning to look at the Storyteller in his corner as he recited the Varnhold Vanishing to Ember. “I don’t suppose you’ve given these bracers to that walking huzuri yet?”

She shook her head.

“Hmmm. Well, the pattern-work is familiar, but it could be from a couple different clans.” Ulbrig frowned as he looked at her name carved into it again. “See, what I don’t get is the lack of clan or parents. The clans that make these bracers use them to show their heritage. It is like whoever made them wanted you to know your name, but not where you came from. Whose daughter you are, Elaina.”

“Welcome to the mystery of my life,” Elaina lamented as he handed the bracer back and she strapped it back into place. “But to answer your original question: I know that by blood I am Sarkorian, but as far as I am concerned I am a subject of Queen Galfrey and paladin by the grace of Iomedae. I would like to find out more of where I came from, but I have a family now in the crusaders.”

“And that’s what I don’t get about you city folk. A tribe is one thing, and a cause, even the finest of all, is something else entirely.” He took a drink from his mug, shaking his head. “Sure, the crusaders are a great bunch, they fight without fear - but to not know your heritage? It’s like a whole chunk of your soul has been torn out.”

“Perhaps,” she admitted as she took another drink. “But at least I still have the name my parents gave me. Some of the orphans I grew up with did not even have that.”

“Oglins?”

“Demons.”

“Fey bastards.”

Elaina almost spat out her drink.

=================

Areelu always forgot how long wars took, in the moment at least.

In the grand scheme of things it would not be a long wait: a night before battle in a war that had gone on for a century. If not for whom it involved, Areelu would not even particularly care. Yet here she was, in the study granted to her in the Grey Garrison, waiting for the inevitable assault. She had done all that Deskari and Baphomet had asked, advising Minagho on how best to undermine the very structure of the Wardstone. That left her with little to do, especially as there was only so much she could arrange so the subject reached the necessary destination.

It was unfortunate how reckless the cultists were with knowledge, pillaging the Garrison’s library without much care. A mistake as far as Areelu was concerned for the records were near-immaculate and put proof to why the term ‘clerk’ came from ‘cleric’. It was a pleasant change of pace from the usual scribbles when dealing with demonic minions - most cultists could not even spell Baphomet - and she could appreciate the boredom of the writers as she observed the militant snails depicted in the corners.

Sadly most of it was the usual reports of a Mendevian city: tithes, granary stores, ongoing court cases, charges of heresy, a list of executed cultists. Though she was finding herself engrossed in an ongoing dispute between the artillerator’s and cobbler’s guild over the latter using a type of wood meant for arrows and bolts.

That was when she felt a tingling in her wrist - she reached for the bangles, finding the one she wanted. She could sense an unwelcome presence touching what was not theirs. One with power, at that.

Areelu stood, tracing the sigils and bringing the arcane to bear - a simple scrying spell which showed her nothing. Grimacing, Areelu shifted the arcana to determine where she was looking.

“Ah, the Defender’s Heart,” she acknowledged as it came together. At least her interest would be masked by countless petty diviners trying to do the exact same thing. And she was certain she could slip past the wards, yet… was it worth the risk? She could still sense the power holding one bracer, almost familiar.

Areelu began to work her way around the wards. They had grown stronger and more intricate since the Blazing Lance and Desnans had rallied around the subject, but Areelu had studied far deeper mysteries. It still took a few tries for her to figure out the exact way to slip through, but she was soon greeted by the image of the subject within the tavern.

Talking to Ulbrig Olesk.

“How?!” Areelu demanded, almost losing the spell. Deskari had dealt with him before she was even imprisoned at Threshold!  Did that mean Aervahr survived as well? Ulbrig’s touch still bore that power, if not greater power. She caught herself, steadying the spell and focusing. More information was required.

“What?” Ulbrig had asked as the subject had nearly spat out her drink.

“Did you just call demons fey?” the subject asked.

“What, you think they aren’t?”

Areelu scowled. The ignorance that had once killed E-

“Demons are from the Abyss, planar creatures born of chaos and evil itself. Fey are creatures born of the First World, more mortal than demons or angels.”

“Fey, demons, angels?” It was impressive watching a once-more-living legend scowl and wave his hand in front of his face like he was trying to chase away a smell worse than whatever beer he had been guzzling. “They’re all the same spooks who could’ve stayed in their magical forest, happy as a pig in mud.”

Areelu and Elaina both smacked a hand onto their respective foreheads. And as Areelu pulled her hand down, she could see the other patrons in the bar glaring at what was now the greatest living example of Sarkoris’ willful ignorance. One patron, a Tian wizard with particularly spiky black hair, dropped her book and tried to make her way through the crowd.

“Learn well,” Areelu said as she let the spell fade. The subject would now receive a firsthand experience in why Sarkoris was uniquely unprepared for Deskari’s invasion. It would do her well to learn the truth depths of it. If only she could be there to educate this lout rather than leave El-

Areelu tensed. This was why she had sent the subject away. It was too easy to project what was not there, when a name was familiar. When a soul was genuinely there. When the willingness to experiment in danger was shown. It was too early - it had to be too early. Hope was the first step on the road to disappointment. But if it had worked? If the newly given name was more than a mother’s desperate prayer?

Focus, Areelu told herself, taking a steadying breath. The experiment was going well. The Grey Garrison would be a great challenge, but she was fully confident that it could be done. Commander Tirabade was an excellent tactician, and knew exactly which lance to send for the true objective. There were, of course, a few dangerous foes within. Areelu considered whether she should make sure they were distracted - perhaps Othirubo could be convinced to be giving a lecture, and Jeslyn’s power was checked by her recklessness of sacrifice that could be easily prodded.

Still, Elaina would somehow run into those threats. Of course she would - she was the type of person who would shoot a demon lord to see if an enchanted crossbow really could fell such a monster. Much as Areelu worried it could jeopardize the experiment after so many decades, should it really be any other way?

And she would be protected: the bracers would warn her if the peril she faced brought her back to death’s door. Areelu allowed herself the satisfaction of her cunning design: she had disguised what the Sarkorians loathed in their ignorance with their own supposedly-sacred customs. Woven intricately enough that the only person besides herself in the city who might see her hand in them would be that ancient elf - and perhaps that might be for the best? Perhaps he would sense her sorrow, and from that knowledge create a groundwork of understanding?

Yes, putting her daughter’s name on those bracers had been the correct choice. Perhaps that personal touch was what had been lacking in previous experiments. Areshkagal sneered at the idea of a name, but it is by names that mortals know each other. Elaina would not have become a paladin, not that the ignorant Sarkorians would give her the chance, but this paladin would become her. Was already becoming her? Would she recognize her rebirth when it all came together?

Patience, Areelu chided herself. Speculation would get her nowhere. She needed to wait. Observe, plan, correct a few wayward pieces if needed, and then let the experiment play out.

[dragonologist-phd]

Owlcatober 2023 Fic roundup!

Mercury Primm (Kingmaker)

Damsels (Mercury/Kanerah, Minor Mercury/Nyrissa)

Sugar & Squirrels (Mercury & Nok-Nok)

In Your Warmth (Mercury/Kanerah, Fluff)

Up Her Sleeve (Alchemist Shenanigans, Minor Mercury/Kanerah)

Rosemary Primm (Varnhold's Lot)

Stranded (Angst)

Cross My Heart (Rosemary & Mercury, Sibling Angst)

Picking Up Pieces (Rosemary/Varn, Angst)

A Little At A Time (Rosemary & Shelyn)

Everything Changes (Rosemary/Varn, Fluff)

At Long Last (Rosemary/Varn, Fluff)

On and On (Rosemary/Varn, Fluff, Next Gen)

Piper Chanterelle (WOTR, Azata)

Enchanted (Backstory)

Lady Luck (Backstory)

Black is the Color (Piper/Arueshalae, Pining)

Book Club (Piper & Daeran)

Butterfly Kisses (Piper/Arueshalae, Smut)

Lilith Mark (WOTR, Aeon)

Her Tongue So Mean (Lilith/Wenduag, Smut)

Keep Watch in the Night (Lilith & Camellia, Aeon Things)

Black Skies Above (Lilith/Wenduag)

Love's Perfect Ache (Lilith/Wenduag)

Cleo Ironbark (WOTR, Demon/Legend)

Of the Clan (Cleo & Ulbrig)

Summer Sun (Cleo/Galfrey, Post-Game)

Maebrys Tallflower (WOTR, Angel)

Flight (Angel Things)

Divinity (Maebrys & Iomedae, Angel Things)

Eden Everbright (Through the Ashes)

Earth's Embrace (Eden & Co)

Abyss Above (Eden & Co)

Defense of the Heart (Eden & Co, minor Eden/Seelah)