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[dhampiravidi]

D&D Muse/OC List

for the convenience of those who wanted to see my D&D muses...

Naela Wolfblood: Half-Elf Paladin searching for romance and adventure. Optimistic, honest, philosophical, restless (NG).

Skathi Turin - Giant-Kin Ranger who mostly stays in the northern regions. Blunt, resourceful, distrusting, compassionate (NG).

Oraia - Quasi-Deity/Titan* Sorcerer who lost some of her power to a vengeful god. Flirtatious, easygoing, sociable, impulsive (CG).

Lady "Jes"/"Yaz" Veldrin - Human Noble who became a Rogue after her parents were killed. Practical, disciplined, perfectionist, grudging (CN).

Raen Li Darkhelm Freevale - Fey'ri Sorcerer/Rogue raised by a trio within a guild. Charming, confident, defensive, clever (CN).

Rose Pashar-Covenwood - Tiefling Sorcerer using her space-time magic to follow in her dad's footsteps as a PI. Hardworking, protective, manipulative, intuitive (NG).

Sabriel "Rela" Farstrider - Aasimar Fighter who grew up with a guild that some recognize as a cult. Modest, curious, indecisive, responsible (LG).

Zehara Himura Downridge - Tritonite Monk who uses her wits and power over the element of water as weapons while traveling. Persuasive, compulsive, patronizing, adaptable (NG).

Arannis/Althaea Durothil - The child of a high fey and a deity who is destined to die as one of the best Fighter/Barbarians known to Toril. Confident, quick-tempered, protective, moody (NG).

*teeny bit Homebrewed since the lore regarding Quasi-Deities is weird. Because there isn't much about them, but there's conflicting material about them in various editions of D&D books, I had to ultimately pick my own canon. The Forgotten Realms wiki was ridiculously helpful!

[moon-bell5]

Doodles of some of the characters in a DnD campaign I'm in. Gale of the Storm - a snow leopard Tabaxi stabby Ranger. Team baby. @dogsanddigimon 's character Ril-Te - a Half-Elf Rogue. Overdramatic and seems to LOVE schadenfreude. Character of someone who is no longer on tumblr to my knowledge. Mazira "Maz" Freevale - a Half-Elf Bard. Loves her some rapiers bc Aesthetic and has Trust Issues. My character. Pose for Maz based on SenshiStock's Inktober Day 6 - Sword

[bronzblade]

a force of change

[Troubadour P-Class Story.]

     “You can’t feed soldiers on hope. Well, unless you’re Bronzeblade.”

The skirmishes on Quel’danas had sparked almost as soon as footfalls were made on the island. To the east, the blues and golds of Stormwind - to the west, greens of Kul Tiras - clashing against the crimson and gold. Formal battle had not yet begun, but it didn’t stop fights from breaking out. It didn’t stop blood from spilling.

It was exhausting. Watch was kept every hour, rest was short, tensions were high. The chill of winter was subsiding, but it did little for the spirits of the soldiers. They were running on empty in every way possible. If this war went on much longer...well, that was something she didn’t want to consider.

They had to keep going, though. She had to keep going. If they failed on either front, then the main armies would be overwhelmed at the Sunwell. She was there. Melori couldn’t let that happen, let anything happen.

The evening had given way to rain - though what earlier in the evening had been an unforgiving downpour, heavy sheets pounding down against the grass and washing away more of the melting snow. But by now, it was a light mist and soon, it’d no doubt give way to nothing but the lingering smell of petrichor and the mud underneath her boots. Melori drug a hand through her hair, taking the time to wring excess water from fiery curls.

“Bronzeblade!” Came the uproar from the gathering of troops - gathered under a makeshift shelter until the worst of the rain stopped, giving everyone the opportunity to pitch camp. Despite the dreary mood, Melori turned as bright and beaming as ever - a spot of sunlight amidst the horrible weather, a point of hope and inspiration. Even as tired as she was, she had to keep going. “Spot anything?”

She came to a stop amidst the troops. A few she knew by name, including the one speaking - Faevia Sa’theas, Velenthar, Freevale - but most she hadn’t had the chance to meet or know. It didn’t mean that they meant less - that her duty to these soldiers meant less.

“Nope, nothin’! I think we finally scared ‘em back to hunkerin’ down in Dawnstar.” Still, she doesn't loose her quiver from her hip or remove Bellanaris from the place on her back. Just a moment's touch of hesitation is enough to keep her armed.keep her armed, ready for an ambush. They can’t know she thinks that way, though.

“Who’s goin’ out for watch next?” A short, stocky woman raised her hand - think, Melori, think - was it Anthenis? Anthenis Embershard? “Well, you ain’t goin’ anywhere yet. The rain’s clearin’, and we need to set up camp, get a fire started - well, that’s the easy part with me here.” She earns a roar of laughter from the troops, which brings her a glimmer of inspiration - she can bound off that. “C’mon, let’s get it together - last one to pitch their tent has to make dinner for everyone else!”

It doesn’t take long before tents are set, before wood is gathered for a fire. She can try the ground easy enough with her own magic - the heat pillowing out from around her - and flame is lit just as easily, roaring up to a blaze enough to provide warmth, comfort, heat. Melori rests with her hands to her hips, the warmth washing across her face.

The conglomeration of troops - mostly Oakvale-hailed, Avengers who will follow her to Dawnstar - are quick to eat and chat, set to their tasks and plans for the evening.

“Oi, Bronzeblade.”

The spellbow turns on her heels. “That’s my name, don’t be wearin’ it out.”

Sa’theas steps up beside her - the druid’s flax-blonde hair woven into intricate braids to keep it back from her face. “What’s next? Inspiring stories, grand and epic tales to keep us going?”

“Well, I was gonna play a song once everyone got settled - but if stories are prefered, I got plenty of those, too.”

Faevia laughs - and it’s a barking, loud sound; though not as cheerful as Melori expects, or hopes. Her ears waver a bit, flickering back and forth until the druid continues speaking. “You never let anything get you down, do you?”

“Well, yeah - I try not to. That’s kinda my whole job, y’know?” She looks around the troops scattering and milling about the camp, her arms crossed loosely across her chest. “I got my own special kind of magic - and I’m not talkin’ about the kind the Flame gives me. Inspiration keeps people goin’. We’ve been fightin’ for so long. It’s easy to get discouraged or down about it. Everybody just wants this war to be over, so we can go home to our families, and the people we love. I understand that, too, just as much as anyone.”

She thinks of Wren, curls a hand against her chest - and her sister, her mother, of everyone waiting for her.

“I can see how discouraged everybody’s gettin’. We can’t afford to give up now, though.” Melori squares her shoulders, looks out over the camp again - to all the soldiers, her troops and those under other command - but most of all her fellows. A few have stopped meandering about with their evening duties to gather by the fire - to chat and murmur, but most of all to listen. She knows this. “If I can keep people goin’ for just a little longer, let them know the can keep fightin’ just a bit more - that’s worth it to me. It means we can survive this.”

The spellbow inhales, moving her palms to rub them together.

“It’s about more than songs or stories, though.” Faevia is quick to quip back. Melori’s shoulders roll up into a shrug - and a laugh comes with it.

“Well, o’course it’s about more than that.” She pats a hand against the quiver of arrows at her hip. “I don’t keep this around for show, y’know. I know how to fight - my teacher taught me how to use everythin’ from a bow to short swords.” Melori pauses, clears her throat and lowers her voice - in what is clearly meant to be an over-exaggerated mocking of this mentor. Her accent is thicker than his ever was, but it’s meant in a parody. “Finch, you have to know how to fight with everythin’ - if someone knocks that bow out of your hands, you still have to give ‘em hell.”

The moment earns a few chuckles from those gathered about listening, and Melo rubs a hand against the back of her neck - pleased to have earned that. It eases the air around them, which is always what she wants.

“The point is - I’m not just standin’ in the back waitin’ and playin’ songs and tellin’ stories - that’s not my style. I wanna be in the battle with everyone, I wanna share those victories and defeats. It makes the songs better, y’know. I wanna be there with every other soldier when we kick this freakin’ Alliance out of our home and deal with the monsters tryin’a bust down the gates to my home.”

Faevia gives a low sound, almost like a laugh, and an approving sort of nod. Melori beams, her cheeks flushed a little pink under the swath of freckles.

In that moment, though, there’s no time to cheer and tell stories. A horn call rings out behind them and the spellbow’s hands grab for Bellanaris instantly. Alliance forces, another skirmish. She stands for all the height she has, radiating warmth and bronze tinted flames at the tips of her arrows.

Wren had said once that she was a force of change - that she happened to things, not the other way around.

When she speaks again, it’s loud and bright - a call to every soldier about her.

“So, how about we go show ‘em what we can really do, huh?”

[its-ashley-95baybe]

I’ve said it before and I’ll keep on saying it. That chick has sucked all the life and joy out of that man. He’s a shell of his former self. All the heat is gone. If he was a condiment, he used to be hot sauce now he’s mayonnaise. #free val

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[niwwrd]

Freevale superbike sketch by @alexventus . ✖️✖️✖️ Do share your thoughts. #niwwrd https://www.instagram.com/p/CUIB01uJUsw/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[so-little-time-to-many-fandoms]

My take on Sirus, Dohla, and Ghenn. Allura’s, Lady Kima’s and Drake Thunderbrand’s other party members. 

Obviously, there is very little information about them so everything here is purely what I think would be cool.

Some info about them:

Sirus Crowstar- Half-Elf Sorcerer - Draconic Bloodline Blue

Dohla Vysoren- Human Warlock- Pact of the Chain with Savras God of Divination and Fate

Ghenn Freevale- Half-Elf Cleric- Helm God of Protection

As this is my take on them I decided to make Dohla, Allura’s older Sister. Dohla is very upbeat and is usually the one making the party smile. She enjoys teasing her sister. Her familiar is most of the time some sort of owl.

Ghenn and Sirus knew each other before joining the party.

Still working on more details about them. Hope you all Enjoy!

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[dhampiravidi]

D&D OC - Renee LeBeau

template from here:

BASIC DESCRIPTION

Full Name: Raen [Ray-in] Li Darkhelm Freevale Age: plot-dependent; late 20s Species: Fey'ri (Fey'ri, Illuskan, Drow, Shou) Gender: Genderfluid (she/they) Sexuality: Bisexual (Biromantic)

APPEARANCE (FC is Janel Parrish)

Raen stands at 5'4.5" (1.64 m). She has a toned frame that is somewhat lithe for her height, and light skin that tends to tan rather than burn in the sun. Her facial features come from her mother, with the exception of her eye color (black sclera with red irises), which comes from her father. She has dark, wavy, chin-length hair, and both her ears (which are pointed) have been pierced multiple times. When she isn't shapeshifting to hide them, her fey'ri/demonic traits are her fangs/sharp canines, her equally sharp (and very durable) black nails/claws, and 4" (10 cm) four black convex horns, the last of which rest atop her head like pillars supporting a roof. Raen wears light armor in the form of a close-fitting top with bracers and hidden padding, relaxed black pants, and dusky leather boots. The fabrics are all in various shades of grey, and they're wrapped in several belts; these are used to distract others from the secret pockets lining her clothes. (Outfit image used is by Julia Kovalyova of DeviantArt.)

PERSONALITY

Raen has always been an adventurous, excitable, and passionate person. In a way, she takes after both of her biological parents. Most people tend to say she reminds them of her dad, Remy, because of her eyes, smirk, natural charm, confidence, and tendency to flirt (for fun or for manipulation). Others say she reminds them of her mother, Haelwyn, because of her face and mannerisms. Some even say she gets her spunk and defensiveness from her other mom, Arenna. Regardless, Raen is her own person. She’s a hedonist who secretly cares a lot about doing the right thing (even if she breaks some rules along the way).

BACKGROUND

Chaotic Neutral; Sorcerer/Rogue (similar to the Arcane Trickster): Raen was born to the Fey'ri Rogue Remy Freevale and the Half-Drow Li Haelwyn. She was raised by both of them, as well as their Dhampir wife Arenna Darkhelm, all of whom had experience as adventurers. The trio had healthy relationships with each other, their child, and their friends in Xavier's Guild--not to mention a lot of money--so Raen grew up fairly happy. She always looked up to her parents, so she put lots of effort into learning to read, write, fight, play cards, and master the spells of her chosen domains. Still, the world is cruel. Raen disliked having to hide her demonic physical characteristics when she went out. On top of that, she saw the wealth gap for what it was. Thievery became an outlet for her anger and a way to get cute clothes. She rarely got caught, as her father, who used to be part of the Grayclaws thieves' guild in Tantras, taught her everything he knew. When she was old enough to make her own way, Raen politely told her parents that she wanted to use her inheritance for adventuring (and managing her own band of thieves) rather than studying at a university. They weren't enthusiastic, but they did accept her choice. She still writes to them...when she has time.

SKILLS

Acrobatics - can cartwheel and scale buildings w/o difficulty Deception - skilled at lying and fabricating emotions Persuasion - good at encouraging others to do her bidding Intimidation - can scare others into acting how she wants

OTHER PROFICIENCIES/LANGUAGE

Tools: Playing Card Set, Poisoner's Kit, Thieves' Tools Spells: of the Trickery and Diabolic domains Languages: Common, Thieves’ Cant, Elvish, bit of Undercommon Weapons: dagger, light crossbow, darts (blowgun)

EXTRA

Elves typically are given a simple, unisex first name at birth. Then, when they reach adulthood, they choose a gendered, more complex first name. Because Raen is genderfluid, she chose to continue going by her given name (though, as someone who is of Elvish and Fey'ri descent, she's hardly lived a quarter of her possible lifespan). Li is her biological mother's last name. Freevale is her father's last name, which was given to him by the man in the Grayclaws who adopted him.

[werewolf-apologist]

lazarus would probably have what I like to call the "Harry potter complex," which means he looks just like his daddy but has his 'mother's' eyes-and his tentacles

[werewolf-apologist]

no mom I couldn't do my chores I was drawing a bi-pedal shark-man and his tentacle void demon boyfriend and their imaginary demonic cutie pie son okay I was busy