#beshaba tiefling

[dantiiart]

vgen character design com for a beshaba cleric

[csealia]

I haven’t posted in 84 years but here, please accept my dnd character and current obsession. Her name is Wisteria🪻

[vault-of-lore]

Baldur's Gate 3 Phrases

Religious Phrases

Watching gods. x

Bane

Black Hand be thanked. x

Bloody fool, may the Black Hand take you. x

By The Black Hand, I told you to leave that alone. x

Beshaba

Beshaba's black bones. x

Helm

Helm's hanging orbs. x

Mystra

By Mystra's eyelids. x

Waukeen

Coinmaiden guard your coffers. x

The Coinmaiden watches you. x

Waukeen be with me. x

Phrases

By the Nine Hells. x

Damn thing's sealed tighter than a Duke's pursestrings. x

Little serpent, long shadow. x

My horns for a normal day. x

She toys with us like a tressym with a pigeon. x

[forgeofthenine]

How would the Tieflings react to an Aasimar partner? How would they initially react to learning that before they're together? How would they feeI about the whole 'forces of evil seek to destroy them' thing? And how would they react if their partner just kinda drop something like "Oh yeah, my deity/celestial guide thinks you're pretty great". Also, I can't get the idea of wing hugs out of my mind (if they're a Protector Aasimar).

(We can't play as an Aasimar in game, and I'm grumpy about it. They're 100% my fave race.)

While I understand why larian didn't make aasimars a playable race I'm still very disappointed because they are far and away one of my absolute favourite races and I've played them in DND in the past. This set of headcanons ended up being way more 'story focused' than I initially expected so I might go back in and do a set of more casual ones later on, but I hope everyone enjoys them! <3

The bachelors dating an Aasimar headcanons

Dammon

Dammon hardly knew you were an Aasimar to start with, only that you were unique

With pale, milky eyes that contained no pupils you were quite the sight, and often assumed blind

This is what the blacksmith thought when he offered to help you make your way across a river

Anyone can imagine how stunned he was when you gleefully thanked him before complimenting his own eyes, comparing them to a golden halo

He soon found himself lucky enough to run into you during his travels with the refugees, always vying for your attention when you appeared in camp

You often won card games played with the others, and sung drunken songs for the children later in the night, and Dammon admired your joy in such dark times

Before long, the two of you were romantically involved and living quite happily in Baldurs Gate

You'd been there with Dammon through thick and thin, entering the city and helping him set up his own forge

The whole time he always called you his good luck charm, leading to an endearing blush and chuckle from you

That is, until a follower of Beshaba darkened your door and held a knife to your throat

It was only after that you decided to tell Dammon a long held secret, that you were descended from Lady Luck herself, Tymora

The gleeful and sometimes impetuous goddess had birthed a daughter to one of her human lovers, an Aasimar who went on to have her own family

For many generations your own family claimed descendance from Tymoras daughter, despite appearing to be normal humans

You provided proof with your birth, bearing blank eyes still blessed with sight and the luck of Tymora herself

You weren't strong like other great protector Aasimar, and you had no real contact with your now reclusive ancestor, but you tried to spread joy where you went and aimed to live a good life

Dammon, for what it's worth, took the news well and was glad to find no more secrets between the two of you

Incidentally, he also kept a much better eye on you, now he knew there was a minor target on your back

You can bet he brags about having his very own 'Lady luck' much to your amusement

Zevlor

Since the first moment he saw you Zevlor knew he was in love

Him, a young hellrider recruit, standing in front of a radiant Aasimar with the most beautiful wings he's ever laid eyes on

You were the very image of divine protection, a grandchild of the god he's devoted his life to serving, the grandchild of Helm

You spent much of your time with the hellriders, supervising their training and often joining in

Though no one seemed to realise you had eyes for one tiefling in particular, including that same tiefling

You'd often find reasons to be around Zevlor, insisting on helping him maintain weapons or offering help as a sparring partner

Even when Zevlor was a young man, years before Elturels descent, he still thought himself unworthy of your attention despite how often you gave it to him

What could a descendant of a god want with a simple hellspawn like him?

It was entirely up to you to knock some sense into him

Something you happily did one evening, pinning him during a sparring match and questioning his feelings

It was soon after he was officially courting you, much to the amusement and jealousy of others in the ranks

Everyone could see how proud Zevlor was, absolutely radiant whenever in your presence

He never worried himself too much either with worries of you being attacked, fully believing in both your own strength and the protection of your grandfather

It was a protection he often relied on once the tieflings needed to flee their home

Zevlor spent nights wrapped up in your arms and wings when you could convince him to come to bed

He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, even when you insisted on taking some of his worries for yourself

It was only once the two of you made it to Baldurs gate, battered and scarred, that the two of you can truly relax

Calling upon your grandfather's grace for the last time to create a safe home for you and your lover

Something Zevlor is eternally greatful for, finally able to ask for your hand in marriage like he's been dreaming of for years

Rolan

Rolan had originally assumed you to be a tiefling when he first saw you in Elturel

Silver skin wasn't a particularly uncommon colour, though few tieflings in the city possessed it

It was only upon closer inspection that he realised you weren't a tiefling, you were a wholly different variety of planetouched

From first meeting you found yourself fond of Rolan and his siblings, Cal and Lia mercilessly teasing Rolan after stumbling across the two of you chatting in a bookstore

Despite your free roaming nature that often kept you travelling, staying near the wizard in training was too good an opportunity to miss and you soon settled nearby

Afternoons were spent with you watching his magic practices, teaching Cal to cook, and joking around with Lia

That is, until Elturel fell

Soon yours and Rolans easy comfort was in turmoil and your days were spent trying to protect the three tieflings you'd grown to love

Rolan himself was near as protective of you as he was of his siblings, hardly letting you out of his sight even once you'd made it onto the road as refugees

He never quite understood how you could be so happy under such awful conditions, hoping this 'adventure' of yours would be over quickly

You were sure to know it too, with him loudly complaining until you'd placate the wizard with kind words and by taking his hand in yours

Through the whole journey you were his biggest cheerleader and support, even as he lashed out after his siblings abduction

It was after that incident Rolan realised how important you were to him, seeing him at his meanest and ugliest but still sticking around

Soon after his dreams drifted from becoming an accomplished and revered wizard to starting a life with you in Baldurs Gate

That dream was near shattered, however, when he was taken into Lorroakans tutelage and found himself beaten and separated from his family

You had been fuming every time you saw him, fruitlessly trying to convince him to leave with you

His saving grace was when you and Dame Aylin came to ruin Lorroakan, your true power as an assimar becoming apparent as you stretch your wings and call upon your mother's favour

The corrupt wizard didn't stand a chance against the children of Selune and Avandra after scorning them so

Soon enough Rolan was back in your arms, and after so much turmoil he can't help but finally admit his feelings for you

What the wizard didn't expect was for you to laugh before kissing him, telling him that you'd known for months

His pout after that is legendary, but Rolan couldn't be happier than when you have your wings securely wrapped around him

[wynsomeart]

My newest character for the witchlight campaign :) He's a beshaba tiefling (yes cliche tiefling bard I promise I gave him my own twist) and a part of a circus troupe lovingly called the Asylum Rejects (none of us are taking this very seriously)

[theworldwalkersdiaries]

I thought it would be fun to share Winter's origins, so it's time for some ✨old art✨

Image 1 Description: Pencil drawing of a young tiefling. His shoulders are high and his tail is threatening to wrap around his own legs. He holds a toy bow with a suction-cup arrow, and more are in a quiver at his hip.

Beside him reads: Winnie he/him, 5 y.o. looks perpetually worried (is just shy) never goes anywhere w/o boy & arrows wants to be a ranger when he grows up.

Image 1 Description end.

Winter, or Winnie, was originally made for the Baby Tieflings Candy Heist One-Shot. He, along with his fellow orphans Trouble (played by my wife @horseandlion), Tenacious ("Ten-Ten"), and Goose, succeeded at their candy heist with flying colors. We had so much fun playing them that we went on to begin a campaign with them as adults.

The color portrait below (Image 2) was made to be Winter's Roll20 token.

Image 2 Description: 3/4 bust drawing, pencil and colored pencil. A purple-skinned, purple-horned tiefling. His straight, black hair is pulled back in a low ponytail and a few strands escape between his horns and in front of his pointed ears. His horns arc back over his head before angling in toward each other at the tips. He wears a green shirt with a round collar and a gold coin on a leather cord. His eyes are black corner to corner. The name WINTER is emblazoned beneath him, curved up to fit in a round frame.

Image 2 Description end.

Image 3 Description: full body pencil drawing. A slender tiefling man carrying a long- self bow. He wears a close-fitting waistcote over a set of two shirts, the other wish slashed sleeves. He wears thigh-high boots that tie up to his belt with stays. He wears a cloak over all. A dagger is strapped to his right thigh, and a short sword is at his left hip. His quiver is strapped behind him, level with his hip to his right and lower to his left. Beside him, his name, WINTER ORIANNA, is written in Ogham.

Image 3 Description end.

The setup of the adult campaign was that Sonya Orianna, a retired adventurer and High Priestess of Tymora, goddess of Good Luck and Adventurers, was the founder of the orphanage for tiefling children, which was on the grounds of a temple of Tymora. "Mama Sonya" was Winter, Tenacious, Trouble, and Goose's guardian. In the first session, we learned that she had been abducted. In the quest to recover her, the crew accidentally. uh. declared Holy War against Beshaba, Tymora's twin sister and Goddess of Ill Fortune. Oops.

After recovering her, we had to prepare for said Holy War, which was apparently imminent anyway, but was now On. Tenacious went to study at a temple of Selûne, where Sonya's mentor, an elven woman, was High Priestess. (We also made friends with a God in the shape of a giant cat there, who needed to be returned to his own plane.)

From there, the party departed to a site sacred to Sune, Goddess of Beauty and Love, to meet their High Priestess and assist with the festival happening there. This site was treated as a sort of open-air temple, with a lake at the center. While there, we had the opportunity to don special armor and/or dancing clothes, as we were essentially offering to serve as guards. We needed it, as we ultimately ended up investigating the deaths of fellow guards and fighting a clan of Kuo-Toa who worshiped Beshaba.

Image 4 Description: full body pencil drawing of Winter. He wears a set of armor. The chest plate is emblazoned with a cluster of three roses in bloom. The leg and arm pieces are etched with the likeness of thorny vines spiralling around his limbs.

Image 4 Description end.

Image 5 Description: full body pencil drawing of Winter. He wears light and revealing dancing clothes, including a crop top with a zig-zag, angular hem with a latticework of pearls hanging from it. Attached at the shoulder are separate, tight sleeves, each with a loop for his middle finger. He wears low-slung pants with slashed sides that reveal most of his legs. Draped over one arm is a translucent shawl with coins or metal discs hanging from the bottom edge. He wears anklets that each have two chains that connect to a single toe ring. His hair is loose.

Image 5 Description end.

While at the festival, the party met two of Sonya's long-time friends, who we later found were also her partners. One of them, a druid cursed to be stuck in his wildshape, gifted Winter a necklace that would allow him to take the shape of a Wolf, to deepen the bonds of friendship between him and his companion, Ember. My DM was way too nice to me and allowed Winter to keep Hellish Rebuke in wolf form bc it's badass.

Image 6 Description: Full body drawing, pencil and colored pencil. Winter in wolf shape and Ember. Ember is red and black, with orange eyes. Winter is black, and retains a set of purple horns atop his head; there are smaller purple spines in two rows that run down Winter's back and tail. His eyes are still black corner to corner. They sit side by side, their heads cheated toward each other.

Image 6 Description End.

Image 7 Description: Full body drawing, pencil and colored pencil. Two additional views of Winter in wolf form, one standing, body in profile and head in 3/4, and the other a depiction of Wolf Winter casting Hellish Rebuke. In the second, he crouches low, snarling at the viewer, and rainbow flames jet from his mouth and take to the ground before and around him.

Image 7 Description End.

Because the kids were raised on the grounds of a temple of Tymora, all of them had a magic coin with a luck-based effect, which recharged per long rest so long as they prayed, made an offering, or did some kind of devotion to Tymora, if memory serves.

Where the campaign left off, going on indefinite hiatus, the party had just finished investigating happenings at Mama Sonya (and her lovers') former school. What ended up being the final session, Sonya made reference to time magic, insinuating that she had plucked Winter, Trouble, Tenacious, and Goose from different points in time to bring them together for a purpose. We never found out if my interpretation of Sonya's statement was strictly true, or what the purpose was.

Winter's current incarnation as my Tav in the world and story of Baldur's Gate 3 has a ton of nods to his original campaign. His core personality and features remain the same, like that he has the Urchin background and is a Beastmaster Ranger with a wolf companion named Ember, and that his only significant relationship as an adult is his sister, Trouble, back in the city. His original advantageous terrains were Urban and Forest, so when offered the chance at specializing, I chose those. (Though there's no Favored Quarry mechanic in BG3, in his original campaign it was Noble Men LOL idr exactly why except that he deeply disliked them.) While he is no longer a religious person, as a nod to Tymora, his first feat was Lucky. And, in honor of Sonya Orianna, without whom Winter as a character would not exist, I had him take the last name Orionn for himself. In universe, it's meant to be in reference to Orion, the Hunter (since I found a Tolkien elvish dictionary that included him as a constellation), or denoting that he is "of Orion". It's soothing and satisfying, to cobble together little pieces of the original version of him, and honor the story that will never be told.

[oakleybillions]

my dnd character for a new campaign I’m playing! Their name is Munty and they’re a wack-a-mole champion

[nyuula-art]

NPCs from my little evil campaign about a group that worships Beshaba🦌 it’s so fun doing things other than the usual good deeds

[pastel-kun]

New tiefling I designed and drew out in a rush for a Tal’Dorei campaign I was invited to!! ;v; He likes his fluffy pancakes with butter and honey, no maple syrup allowed!! 🍯 🍯 🍯

[catverst]

[beware the witch’s swamp]

[freelanceplatypus]

What color scheme do y'all like best for this new dnd character? 1, 2 or 3!

[maahriarts]

Full body work-in-progress sketch for the beshaban tiefling warlock

[luckart]

Finally made a ref for this character. I love tieflings with antlers ahah

[frayedshoelaces]

Fiendish Godspawn of Chaos

[glowamber]

Managed to finish this before my tablet crapped out, but... Denossilth, my Tiefling Druid, writing home to her Lord for comfort.

[nyuula-art]

more of the NPC Mallory, Black Finger of Beshaba in the campaign I DM 🦌