It’s nearly two years to the day that I drew the first party portrait for our DnD campaign and since then a lot’s happened to the gang! Amory got slobbered on by a tentacle monster and acquired a snake, we rediscovered the origin of the dwarves, two party members left and two new ones joined, and Sataro discovered her giant wife frozen in time! And much more!! I want to be clear that the majority of the party are not short, it is just that Sataro and Vekna are 7′7 and 8′1 respectively.
Yesterday was D&D day! So of course it was Tysris's drawing session. I explored a bit the shape of her face and hair, and I dared with a bit of colour in traditional (which I'm always a bit afraid of messing up the drawing without scanning it) but it came out well!
I think blonde doesn't really suit her, so I'll make her a brunette.
Extra drawings of the pesky rats we killed (yay! that's the thing about being lvl 1!) and Tysris wearing a dress, which is something that happens every twenty years or so.
Tolkien in the 30s: the elves have beautiful long hair regardless of gender even tho a man having long hair in the 30s would be seen as an egregious sign of gender noncomformity at best
Amazon rn: boy elves have short hair girl elves have long hair because this adaptation is about girlboss galadriel
Have you ever wondered of what were fili’s last thoughts? Like obviously he was thinking of kili and Thorin and how at least he gave his brother a chance to survive, but i like to think that he thought of his Amad the most.
Being the firstborn wasn’t easy especially considering he’s Thorin’s heir and Dis was one of the only people that made him feel like all that didn’t matter, he was just Fili, her son, her confidant (especially after her husband’s death), her partner in crime.
He died regretting many things and one of these was being forced to leave his amad behind
The song is called Underworld of the Underworld Saga of Epic :D, go and check it out
Casanunda picked himself up and adjusted his wig happily.
"I like a girl with spirit," he said. "How about you and me having a little tête-à-tête when this is over?"
Nanny Ogg's face went blank. Her cosmopolitan grip of language had momentarily let her down.
"Excuse me a minute," she said. She put her drink down on his head and pushed through the crowd until she found a likely looking duchess, and prodded her in the bustle regions.
"Hey, your grace, what's a tater tate?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"A tater tate? Do you do it with your clothes on or what?"
"It means an intimate meeting, my good woman."
"Is that all? Oh. Ta."
Nanny Ogg elbowed her way back to the vibrating dwarf.