#Wyrm dragonborn

[trickstarbrave]

I FINISHED!!

this is wyrm (belonging to @mulberrycafe). i cant believe i went so long drawing a serious picture of the lil guy. featured here with the eye of magnus--

i dont know what seht has planned for him and at this point i am too afraid to ask. but in the mean time here is the lil guy.

i rly do like him...... though the eye of magnus was. so annoying to draw. ARGGGGGG. but i had a Vision. the whole time i was hoping it would come together with the multiple light sources and junk and i think it did for the most part. his hair is a lil off but i think its the best i could have done with my skill atm. so. its supposed to be white but theres a bunch of different colors so we get this. overall though i think its good

[wellthebardsdead]

Evalien: *steps into the arcanum and walks to the check in desk* Urag yes?

Urag: *glances up from his paperwork, eyeing up the woman before him dressed in armour of dwemer metal and dragon scales, her face hidden behind a mechanised dragon priest mask* Yes? How can I help you Maam?

Evalien: I need any books on elder scrolls. And- *looks over to the side of the room spotting a door she’d never seen in the game, but very present before her in reality* I’m looking for a dunmer. Around 80 years old, comes up to my chest in height, his names Wyrm?

Urag: … *slowly stands up, visibly tensing and holding a stance most orcs would display before flying into a berserker like blind rage* Whose asking?

Evalien: the last dragonborn. And if that doesn’t interest you- *opens her mask showing her face* would the last dwemer at least be allowed an audience with him?

Urag: *breath catching* … I-I’ll go fetch him. I- mr wrench, can you get our guests some tea?

Mr wrench: *peeps up from behind the desk and scurry’s off returning with a teapot and cups*

*several minutes later*

Urag: I apologise he does this when he’s excited he can’t help it- if he doesn’t get it out he’ll catch fire. Literally.

Evalien: it’s okay I stim too when I’m overwhelmed. He’ll run out of steam eventually.

Wyrm: *zooming around the arcanum grabbing book after book on the dwemer while rambling about his research and asking thousands of questions without a pause for breath, Occasionally jumping and landing into a pile of cushions as he lets out all his excitement before running back to her, then to Urag, then resuming his explosion of energy*

Taliesin: he’s like a bunny binkying.

Marigold: he really is isn’t he.

Kaidan: he’s gonna trip over his own hair if he’s not careful.

Caryalind: flynt seems to be taking care of that-

Flynt: *listening intently and moving cushions about the space predicting where he’ll jump next* Mm.

[dynamite124]

*In Morthal*

Taliesin: *a few strands of hair out of place* Can we not tarry here long? This swamp air is bad for my skin.

Caryalind: *fluffy hair now a frizzy mess* Consider yourself lucky. My hair is not agreeing with this humidity. Wyrm: *shuffles up to the two Altmer. His hair a mess of frizz and volume, resembling a walking cottonball* Help me...

[northernolddragon]

"You called me a friend. Now broken bones will stay on the mend. Or decompose. Believe, you and me it's more than drums. I'll burn your ship alive. I'm coming home."

[dark-e-arts]

Happy Lunar New Year! Starting off the Year of the Dragon, so I reckon it's a good time for some Fellzkrix art (Even though he's definitely more of a malicious european style wyrm) This painting was originally done back in 2020. I've also got a few more WIPs of him lying around that I'm hoping to finish this year

[the-emerald-wyrm]

Of course my D&D character is a Dragonborn Paladin Knight.

Here she is with her new Flame Tongue 🤩

[axeknee]

Klove Kielcel as The Chariot tarot

[shelandsorcery]

A few dragons from the sketchbooks this year.

[dragonskxn]

Petition for selkies to be added to the list of RPG/TTRPG playable races

Fae shapeshifters that use skins to transform rather than magic powers or curses (like werewolves), with their skins being both a strength and a weakness (significantly less powerful without their skins)

And a variety of subcategories to choose from:

Selkie

Swan maiden

Crane wife

Wolf shifter (not the same as a werewolf)

Kitsune

And dragonskins. As a treat.

[elbiotipo]

Skyrim is such a raw visceral pleasure it's not even funny

[berdsie]

Would you love me if I was a wyrm?

The million dollar question dragonborns ask the companions.

Just wanted to draw something cuddly.

[fishtrouts]

Avoryx the Wicked, resting on her hoard of charred bones 🦴✨

I love love LOVE very traditional dragon designs!! Yknow the super evil treasure-hoarding beasts who just radiate malice :D Just being evil for the sake of it. It’s cliche but I enjoy it so much

It also feels great to switch it up and make something other than my comics. I really ought to do it more often to reignite that passion for drawing evil wyrms. It’s gotten a bit stale and I’d like to make and share some art that I like doing for ME, even if it might not speak to many as my comics do.

Specifically I really want to doodle my BG3 Dragonborn.. as soon as I get back my computer I can take some reference screenshots…

[wellthebardsdead]

Sorry for no new posts lately yall =.= covid finally caught me an I’m not holding up good.

I tried writing some more fools prayer and clockwork heart but my fever got so high last night I blacked out twice and forgot where I was for 10 minutes so I’m taking it easy =.=

[dailyadventureprompts]

Villain: The Cult of the Wyrm Eternal

Any adventurer, alchemist, or awestruck child can tell you that there is power in the body of a dragon, and like all sources of power it's only a mater of time before someone comes along to try to capitalize on it.

Enter the Cult of the Wyrm Eternal, which emerges from long buried vaults to dissect the bodies of dragonkind like flesh eating beetles. The cult originated from a time beyond remembering following the teachings of a profane text known as the Har'Khon Libram, which survives into the modern day as a sort of how-to manual for those seeking forbidden knowledge allowing them to revive the cult's practices and discover its caches of lost power.

It's in this manner that the cult has survived millennia and numerous purges at the hands of heroes, holy orders, and oligarchs: With each iteration caching away knowledge and resources for acolytes they will never meet.

Hooks:

A prominent dragonborn hero and ally of the party disappears, leaving behind few clues and a mystery to solve. Lacking a true dragon to carve up for ingredients the cult abducted the dragonborn and plans on sacrificing them after a gauntlet of strange rituals intended to suffuse their flesh with power.  Its a race against the clock for the party to find their friend before there’s nothing left of them but a grisly scattering of magical items bound for the cult’s armoury. 

The local warlord has a new pet, a young dragon provided to him by the cult in exchange for his protection and material support. Tales of him riding out to wreak destruction from its back send shivers of terror through the populace. What a surprise then when the party encounter it in the wild, rampaging aimlessly after  slipping her bonds.  Brainwashed by cult doctrine the parry find themselves  negotiating with a creature with the drives of a caged tiger, the volatility of an abused teenager,  and the destructive potential of an artillery battery.  Talking her down will be as difficult as diffusing a bomb, but they might just come away with important information or even a new ally should they help her evade recapture.

Using knowledge purloined from the mysteries of the mother hydra herself a cell of the Wyrm Eternal has been working on a ritual to create a true dragon, experimenting with drakes, basilisks and other reptilian monsters, filling the wilderness with bounty worthy monsters that will inevitably bring the party crashing into their lair.

Background: The knowledge contained within the Har'Khon Libram is cursed, part of a scheme by the book's original author in an attempt to evade both death and those who hunt unlawful immortality. Reading the book not only imparts the authors knowledge upon the prospective cultist, but also a vestige of their cosiouness, which steers them towards the same course of action that has kept the cult alive for so long: constructing more vaults, hoarding draconic power, and propogating the Libram's knowledge so that the infection can spread through time.

Hidden in the depths of each vault are tablets of further tainted lore, which causes the seed of malign presence within the Wyrm cultist's mind to blossom, opening their mind to the space between life and death and allowing their patron's thoughts to swirl into their own. In this way the party can end up fighting the same villain through many proxies, the unseen master of the Wyrm eternal studying them as they cut down vessel after vessel before formulating a counteroffence.

Dungeon Dressing:

Wyrm Eternal vaults vary by the culture that originally constructed them, but are always in remote, sheltered areas that could endure largescale devastation. Their entrances are hidden and warded against intrusion, protected by magical cyphers that can usually only be broken with aid from the Har'Khon Libram. Vaults can also contain these doors within, locking away the greatest treasures until the acolytes have further tainted their thoughts with the Libram's curse.

Undead are ubiquitous within dungeons claimed by the Wyrm Eternal, ranging from simple servitors to looming guardians to dragonbone infused war machines just waiting to be unleashed on the cult's enemies all with green corpsefire flickering in their heads. Access to these undead armouries and the arsenal of magical items that come with them are one of the primary drivers for individuals to become cultists in the first place.

Each vault will likewise contain preserved pieces of dragongore, ranging from single skulls placed on altars to whole cellars filled with blood magically preserved in clay or glass vessels. If a cult cell reached full operation, it's likely to have atleast one mummified corpse preserved in an onsite tomb, it's vital organs ( and perhaps a few spares) preserved in canopic jars waiting nearby.

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[northernolddragon]

The Dark Urge: Wyrm. 🐉

[sledgehammer-to-a-discoball]

- Durge always thinking of themselves as a monster, no matter what life throws at them it's always gnawing at their insides / Gortash never once thinking of Durge as a monster?? That's his friend? Who can do that neat Slayer trick and get rid of any issue presenting itself?? That's his friend!!

- Gortash having to get on his toes for the Dragonborn, Because he is a Medium Human and at least a foot shorter without armour. Initially it annoys him. Then he enjoys having that giddy feeling with exactly one, pathologically protective, marvelously murderous person. He'd never tell, but he enjoys it.

- Durge hiding away for so long, he has to be reintroduced to little life's luxuries like warm, relaxing baths, rare fruit or sleeping in, when the sun hits his face. Gortash showing him the world with a kindness not once extended to him. He finds particularly amusing the way Dragonborn enjoys warm afternoons in the sunny spot, warming his scales up as they talk business. That's why he loves Wyrms Rock and it's rooftops so much - Durge can safely enjoy themselves under the sun, without prying eyes. One day he'll get him to hang out shirtless, he swears.

- Gortash asking about the location of Bhaal's temple at least once a week. Durge calling him a heretic, infidel, unworthy etc. Actually he's just afraid he'd blink once and Orin would have Gortash tied up at an altar with the dagger through his chest. He'd never risk this.

- Durge utterly befuddled on matters of how exactly they became acquainted, let alone friendly with each other. He swears he was supposed to kill that guy? No?? / Gortash 'what if i told you none of it was accidental and the first time that you saw me i knew i wanted your body'. To serve as a tool in the plan, of course.

- Durge extremely uncomfortable at the idea of the submersible. He does enjoy time in the Iron Throne, but the small can taking them there gives him the creeps. What if he'd transform and lose control in a limited space with only captain and Enver? He despises it. Only goes down there if he's sure to spend many days under water.