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[art-wizard-lvl5]

Tiefling dnd

[galedekarios]

while i did a gifset to showcase an armour set, i was also intrigued by just how different the animation is for the wizard class vs gale's unique animation:

wizard class animation

gale's unique animation

it's amazing to see not only just how quickly gale performs the somatic component of the spell, but also his efficiency of movement compared to the standard wizard animation.

there's a world of difference here, the difference between a wizard vs a prodigy, an archwizard and chosen.

[crowholtz]

The defining portrait piece for my Fallen Aasimar Blood Cleric, Helene Crow. She's a knight devoted to the god The Red Knight and slowly coming into her true heritage as a deva. Also trying to deal with the fact that she's hopelessly in love with Strahd von Zarovich.

My favorite art I've ever received, it's perfect. Done by the amazingly wonderful @vampariart!

[thatdogmagic]

Almost forgot to post this over here, woops. @ninamodaffari's Yuri, gnollified :V

[katepeoart]

being a twink overrides vampiric strength, i don't make the rules

Also, to no one's surprise, Moss's dump stat is intelligence.

[northssketchbook]

Swordtember 2024 - 4. Divine Relic

[meonlyred]

Crawls out from under a rock to drop some art.

We are finally getting close to the end of our Descent Into Avernus campaign that we were supposed to finish before BG3 came out. Haha oops. The bane of all ttrpg campaigns: scheduling.

Anyways! Spoilers for DiA under cut:

My Divine Soul Sorcerer Delphi was chosen by the Sword of Zariel to wield it. From a changeling priestess of Ilmater to now a celestial with eyes that are pools of silver and feathered wings.

[Laughs nervously] I'm in danger.

We won't be able to play again until after May. So its going to be a while until we know how this is going to end.

[cydrag0n]

oldest art of my glowy glitchlizard Tessura

[dykeferatu]

artfight attack for @chaebolheir of his oc, crook. funny crime bird we all love him

[affinno]

Glynis, an Air Genasi Wizard from my partner's dnd campaign

[mangaka-devotee]

[galedekarios]

tiefling gale, loosely inspired by baldur's gate: shadows of athkatla 🌟✨

[crowholtz]

Knight Lady Helene Crow, Sword of The Bolt of Tempus

Breathtaking art of my dear Curse of Strahd pc, Helene, done by the terrifically talented @mooreaux. I always love working with them!

[rahadaddy]

I am so excited to share art of my rogue, Percy Brightstar, as done by @spicyspell! I've meant to share this sooner, but life has gotten so hectic.

Percy Brightstar is a swashbuckler rogue, ostensibly from the city-state of Daggerford. More accurately, he's from a lot of places. He grew up in a nomadic elven community, which has traveled all over the Sword Coast and beyond. For many years, the Caravan Elves worked as bandits and highwaymen along major trade routes. The push of industrialization drove many elves out of big cities and in some cases, industry seemed to be directly tied to the death of elves and their communities, as nature was mowed down in favor of factories and their pollution. Still, Percy found as much happiness as he could while living on the run. He fell in love and would eventually have a daughter, Daphne. But before she was born, Percy became the leader of the Caravan Elves and realized that there was no escaping human influence on the world. If you can't beat 'em...

He orchestrated a takeover of the Daggerford criminal underground with the help of the Duchess of Daggerford and his band of trusted rogues and ne'er do wells. They installed themselves as the thieves guild in Daggerford. However, around this time, Percy's wife, Talia, disappeared, leaving him with a young daughter to raise alone in a strange society that saw him as the Duchess' court jester some days and inhuman on others. He realized that Daphne would need a human governess to teach her how to exist in society, especially once he was given the honorary title of baronet by the Duchess. He's been raising Daphne with the help of his governess (and longtime crush), Keres, who is our party's cleric.

Percy is the kind of guy who is extremely kind, but savvy enough to know when a lie or a little bit of trickery or thieving is needed. He is the man with the plan in the party and he's gotten all of Vallaki fooled into thinking that he is the Duke of Daggerford, traveling with his lady wife and their friends. He has befriended Van Richten, tried to mentor Victor Vallakovich just a little (and also tortured him just a bit), and has been a thorn in Strahd's side since day one. He's personable, chatty, and a little bit dangerous. He's a devoted father, who just wants to get home, and occasionally, he's a bit of a scoundrel if it means furthering that goal. I love him so much!

Fun Fact: While the other characters are shown wearing Victorian fashions, I asked Spicy to draw Percy in fashion from the late 18th century/early 19th century, when Percy came of age and took control of the Caravan Elves. He's a very stylish man, don't get me wrong, but I wanted art that captured the flamboyance I picture in his manner of dress and self-carriage. So, speaking of...

This was a bonus piece of art Spicy did of him and I absolutely adore it. My girlfriend, who plays Keres, and I have joked that this is how she must see him, that this is Percy in full anime love interest form, and that this is definitely how he dresses on the regular. That last bit is less of a joke than a deep appreciation for how well Spicy captured my guy! <3 <3 <3 They do impeccable work and I highly recommend them as an artist if you're looking to commission anything!

[rainwingmarvel7]

Some costume designs for my D&D character Taura that I made a few months ago (the bases for the poses I used are ones I found on Pinterest by @mellon-soup)

[nyxhaven]

A Knights Honor pt. 2 (au gale x gn tav)

Tav, grapples with the lingering thoughts of a memorable evening spent with Gale, who resides as heir to blackstaff tower in Waterdeep. Tasked with protecting Gale and ensuring his safety during a market visit, Tav encounters a mysterious figure and demonstrates unwavering dedication to their duty. As the day unfolds, Tav and Gale share moments of connection, forging a unique bond while enjoying the beauty of the city and its surroundings, leading to a tender moment.

banner photo credit: @danyadekarios

part one: a knights honor part 1

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The following morning, you awoke with little sleep, your mind plagued by restless thoughts of the previous night's encounter with the person who lay in his bed just a few levels higher in the tower. You couldn't help but wonder if it had meant as much to Gale as it did to you. The memory of the subtle hints from the evening replayed in your mind - the scent of garlic in the food, the softly lit candles that had illuminated his features, and that exquisite wine. You just couldn't get the taste of it out of your mind.

The sun rose once again, and you hurriedly donned a fresh set of underclothes before making your way to the small mess kitchen for the soldiers. They had cleared out some students to accommodate you and your crew. After a light breakfast, you finished putting on your armor, securing your blades, and pushing your hair away from your face. You noticed in a nearby bucket of water that you were overdue for a shave.

Rotating the guards for the morning shift went smoothly, and you decided to start your day by checking in with Gale for the morning itinerary. You knocked on his door, but it swung open almost immediately, revealing a small cat with wings. You remembered Gale mentioning his tressym, Tara.

"Ah, Tara, correct?" you inquired, crouching down to her level. Her beautiful coat glistened as she sat, chest puffed up with pride. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Tav, Gale's newly appointed knight."

"Yes, I am," Tara replied. "Trust me, I've already heard all about you. Follow me. Gale is upstairs changing his clothes again. That ring Miss Safar gave you allows you to open any door granted access by Gale or her. No need to knock anymore; you are his guard, and there's no need for that when there's an intruder."

Tara led you into the main front room, which was still set up just as it had been the night before, with the scent of dinner still lingering in the air. It was clear that the memory of the evening had left a lasting impression.

Gale's voice rang out from the stairs, "Ahh, good morning to be alive," and he descended wearing a cream leather robe adorned with silver and brown embroidery. "Now that I have you to protect me, I need a restock on supplies for the tower's research. Those apprentices never know how to get the good stuff."

A blush crept onto your face as you admired Gale's appearance, almost like a prince. You struggled to focus as you spoke, "That sounds wonderful, a nice getaway from the tower, I'm sure. By the way, I like your robe today, Gale... just Gale."

Gale's stubble had returned, and you mentally chided yourself for your momentary lapse. "Wonderful. Now, I know I asked yesterday, but will you join me for coffee or tea today? I'm going to keep asking until you say yes, I hope you know."

You reluctantly agreed, "Fine, a small coffee with just a little sugar. But not for too long; we should leave soon before the markets become too crowded."

"Of course, I'd never dream of making you wait," Gale said as he prepared coffee, adding a scoop of sugar, and passing it to you. "Thank you, Gale. It smells wonderful," you said after taking a sip. The coffee was rich and full-bodied, leaving a lingering acidity on the back of your tongue.

As you sipped the coffee, you and Gale exchanged glances and conversation, but a tension simmered between you. You pet Tara, which brought a smile to Gale's face.

"Right, well, we best get going. Tara, you're in charge of the tower while we're gone. I trust you," Gale instructed.

You followed Gale out the door and across the bridge, finding it difficult to tear your gaze away from his swaying hips and his gentlemanly manner. Perhaps being his knight wasn't so bad, you thought, imagining yourself as his royal counterpart. You found a focal point on the wall and took a deep breath to regain your composure.

You reached the markets, a bustling street lined with numerous vendors offering a wide array of goods. Gale made his way toward a table piled high with barrels filled with various magical components for his spells. You observed as he selected the best items, filling small bags and handing them to you to hold in your bag of holding, which had been generously provided by the tower.

Time passed as you watched Gale engage with the vendors, discussing the origins and uses of different items. You picked up extra parchment, ink, quills, and even some treats for Tara. After about an hour, Gale selected his final items, including fresh apples and bread for snacking while he conducted his research in the library.

Suddenly, you noticed a commotion in the crowd, and when you turned to investigate, a flash of a black hood darted through the bustling market before disappearing from view. Gale, preoccupied with choosing between Granny Smith and Gala apples, didn't notice.

You then heard a small stone being kicked at your feet, yet no one was nearby. Instinctively, you grabbed Gale and pulled him close, causing a stack of apples to tumble to the ground. Amid the clamor, a figure appeared, unconscious. It appeared to be the same drow who had been in Vajra's office the day before. The drow bore a Zhent tattoo, which had been concealed by a minor illusion during the previous encounter. You immediately alerted other city patrol guards, and they took the drow into custody for sentencing in the lower city.

You spent the better part of an hour assisting in cleaning up the debris and gathering the fallen apples. The grateful vendor offered you a generous sum of money for your help, but you declined, citing your duty to protect the city.

Walking back to Gale, you noticed his flustered and slightly panicked demeanor. You could tell that the recent events had shaken him. "Gale, this is my job, what I'm trained to do. I want to protect you. You needn't worry about protecting yourself. I'm here because Vajra called for us to ensure you can go to the markets without fear of attack and study your tomes without anxiety. I'll be in the room, watching your side."

You tried to reassure him, and his mood seemed to brighten a bit. "I saw a beautiful wine bar a few streets down. My treat," you suggested.

Gale couldn't resist the temptation of a nice glass of wine. You followed closely in his shadow down the street, navigating a bustling alley filled with tables and people enjoying their lunch. The yellow awning of the wine bar stood out, and Gale held the door open for you, as he always did.

Inside, the crowded bar proved a challenge to navigate. Holding onto Gale's waist, you carefully maneuvered your way through the patrons. Gale's waist felt slender in your hands, only to broaden into his strong shoulders. Squeezing slightly, you felt him relax, knowing that you were keeping him safe.

The bar was packed with patrons, but you managed to find an empty spot at the end of the counter to get the barkeep's attention.

"TAV!" a voice called from down the bar. A friendly lavender tiefling made her way over to you. "Bloody bastard, I haven't seen you in a while. What brings you here tonight?"

Gale looked at you in surprise, realizing you had frequented this place before.

"Well, it's quite the story," you began, and gesturing toward Gale. "I've been assigned as the lead knight at Blackstaff Tower in the Castle Ward. This is my dear friend Gale, and I'm here to watch his back."

Nyx smiled and extended her hand to Gale. "You flatter me, Tav. Nice to meet you, Gale. What can I get you to drink today?"

Gale responded, "The pleasure is mine. I'll have a nice, dry red wine, please."

Nyx vanished behind the bar, returning with a glass of deep red wine for Gale and a glass of grape juice for you.

"Wine for the Gale of Waterdeep and grape juice for the City Watch," Nyx announced.

"Thanks, my darling," you said as you took your glass of juice. Gale seemed slightly disappointed.

"Juice? You aren't drinking with me?" he exclaimed. "I thought you invited me here for a nice drink."

You chuckled and winked at him, saying, "This is a nice drink, but I'm on the job, silly."

You and Gale spent an hour or two chatting and enjoying each other's company. Eventually, you decided it was time to head back to the tower. Walking up the main road, Gale had an idea.

"Trust me on this," he said, "I know a scenic route back to the tower. If you trust me, follow my lead."

You followed him out of the east gate, and you walked along the large walls surrounding the main city, leading to a vast grassy field on the other side. A small foot trail took you both to a hill covered in tall grass, crowned by a magnificent willow tree. Gale walked you up the hill, periodically checking to ensure you were still following.

At the hill's summit, you were treated to a breathtaking view of the surrounding fields, cliffs descending to the ocean, and Waterdeep in the distance. Gale snaps and using some magic he spread out a blanket beneath the willow tree and invited you to sit. You settled against the tree, placing your blades and bag beside you.

As you admired the serene landscape, Gale seemed a bit distracted. You reassured him, saying, "Gale, don't beat yourself up. It's okay. Even if you were watching the crowd, you wouldn't have seen him. Would you read to me for a bit?" You handed him a book from the market. He takes the book, drags his finger down the spine, and he began reading about the history of evocation studies.

Time passed as you listened to the bravado of his voice, and he finished a chapter, setting the book down. Turning to you, he had a look of desire, yearning, and devotion. He moved to lie down beside you, resting his head on his hand. Using his other hand, Gale began tracing circles on your chest, his touch cool against the warmth of your armor.

"Is this...okay?" he asked, concern in his eyes.

You nodded slowly, your breath catching as his fingertips followed the grooves and patterns on your armor. His finger follows the knicks, and dings made from battle. The steel is cold to gales touch. He lays his full palm onto your plate, looking up wondering your thoughts, he chews on his bottom lip. A look in his eyes wonders if this is what you want. Following his intentions you plac you knee out, opening your inner thigh, exposing the one part of your body not covered in the cold hard metal protecting yourself. 

Gales hand leads its way down your chest, and stomach grazing to the warm leather of your inner thigh. Hes fingers lazily trace the straps, drawing circles, his fringers slowly gravitate to the warmth of your body. His full palm wraps across you, he looks up to meet your eyes again. As the civil twilight bathed the two of you in its soft light, a salty sea breeze mixed with the natural vanilla and mint scent from Gale. He leans in to kiss you, and for a moment, you hesitated. But then you leaned into the kiss, cupping his head with your hand and deepening the connection. You wrap your leg over him straddling him, pushing him onto his back. His teeth bite your bottom lip, pulling your eyes open to his eyes you notice his eyes brown color, the color of healthy soil in the summer, the same color as the coffee he made you this morning.

Your duties as a guard suddenly came to mind. The changing of the guard was approaching.

Rolling off Gale, you adjusted your armor and gathered your belongings. "It's getting dark, and we've been away for most of the day. We should return for dinner, and I need to change my shift. I want to get out of this armor and have a drink," you said with a smirk, fixing your disheveled hair.

Gale nodded and wiped his lips, the blanket disappearing as you both began the quiet walk back to the tower. You followed the rhythm of Gale's steps, enjoying the sight of his swaying hips 

When you reached the entrance of gales tower, Gale turned to you with desire in his voice.

 "Tav, can I kiss you?"

You replied with a simple, "I would love that."

Gale's soft lips met yours, and the moment was electric. As the kiss ended, he whispered, "Thank you for tonight. I'll see you in the morning, starshine."