#revun

[dovelydraws]

Another little backstory piece for my tiefling- I sketched this whole thing out nearly two months ago, and finishing it to this level wasn't the original plan then, but, well, here we are!

[jinbugs]

VIVERE

“Do you think you deserve it? To be punished?” “I think so, yes.”

A Pathfinder 2e Campaign Introduction Post!

MEET THE PARTY:

REVUN (@dovelydraws)

26 years old

he/they/she

A duel-wielding tiefling fighter. Easy-going freelance mercenary from Alephia, looking for a job that pays well and a little company.

FERRA (@artpepkin)

87 years old

she/her

A beastkin elven rogue from Chiei Thya. Playful vagabond who finds herself wherever the wind takes her. She's maybe gotten herself in a little over her head.

POLITES (@mossy-garden)

17 years old

he/him

A tiefling champion. Proud kingdom guard of Crimyria under the goddess Vildeas, who is willing and anxious to prove himself.

KWAN (@jinbugs)

39 years old

he/they/she

A human investigator. Cunning Po Lian scholar-official informant who is in pursuit of a dangerous secret, the centurion pearl. At any cost.

Glitch (@eternalglitch), our game master, weaves all our loose threads into one coherent story.

One fun rule we’ve incorporated into this campaign: players CANNOT share their character backstories with each other outside of gameplay.

It gives more mystery fun! It’s also driving us insane. Pray for us.

(Map created by @dovelydraws, summary also written by Dove)

A lot has gone into the cultures and politics of each of the countries our characters come from. Enough so that it doesn't make sense to get into all of it on an introductory post! But perhaps later in a reblog.

THE STORY SO FAR…

As of the writing of this post, we have now played 5 sessions of the campaign.

Our party all met each other in the small seaside town of Plumeport, Crimyria. We were all brought together in pursuit of the same thing: a legendary man-eating boar, said to hold the power of immortality.

It is believed that consuming the flesh of this boar would grant eternal life, and even just a bit of its fur or blood can extend a person's life, for a time. The King of Crimyria himself has offered whoever can take down this boar a large sum of wealth and a small offering of its blood for personal consumption. He wants the job to be done in time for the Crimyrian Festival of Flight, in a couple months time.

The bounty on the boar's head has drawn adventurers from all over the continent, but none so far have been able to take it down. Many have lost their lives. While each of our party members have their own reasons for wanting to take on this job, Kwan has a very personal stake in their success.

He has, reluctantly, revealed that he once knew the boar before it obtained the power it has today. He has reason to believe it has swallowed something once known as a centurion pearl: a powerful artifact that caused the fall of a once great kingdom, and threw the continent into tumultuous conflict. Kwan is adamant that this power should not be handed over to any king. Once it is killed, they want to extract the pearl from its body to make sure it can never fall into the wrong hands.

So far, Kwan has only revealed this to Revun. Polites, meanwhile, works directly under the king and wants to succeed on this mission to make him proud. Ferra seems to only be interested in the money and adventure. Revun has also said they were in this for the money, but vaguely admitted to Kwan that they also had their own personal reasons to go after the boar, and if he truly believes its power is too dangerous, they will follow his lead.

Once faced with the boar, however, the party was unprepared and outmatched. It was massive, its eyes as large as their heads, emanating a golden glow. It moved unlike a normal animal, and seemingly bore a higher level of intelligence than it should.

After a deceptively strong start, Polites went down in battle, and they were all forced to run to ensure everyone's survival. Before retreating though, Kwan shot the boar with a strange arrow, claiming they would be able to track it again later.

The party camped outside of the marsh, unable to sleep while waiting for Polites to wake up. They discussed next steps- going back to the city to regroup, get proper healing, and perhaps find a sponsor to help them in their next try. They still have a few weeks to get things figured out.

And that's all, so far! We're all pretty stoked and making tons of art and written works, so keep a look out, we might publish a zine when the sessions start wrapping up. Bye-bye, for now!

[artpepkin]

Happy thanksgiving!

A little animation of me and my friends dnd characters cause I love them <33

[lemonal-space]

It can often feel as though the cards are stacked against you — that you've been dealt a bad hand — but it's how you play the cards you're given that decides your fate. So will you ante up, or fold?  The choice is all yours.

An artfight attack for my dear friend @dovelydraws Revun receives a very special Tarot reading, I hope she heeds the cards <3

[a-dark-starred-universe]

Have you seen this tiefling?

WELL NOW YOU HAVE!!!!

Artfight art for @dovelydraws

[madame-mongoose]

attacked my good friend @dovelydraws​​ hehe

[bleedinghearth]

@revunant wanted a plotted starter

It's the beginning of winter. Most large predatory animals breed in the fall, and dragons are no exception, but there's been talk among the locals of a strange smoke, lilac in color and thick as anything, billowing from the cave in the foothills of the mountain. None of them saw a mated pair of dragons enter it, and it was never known to house dragons or a hoard, but the signal is there all the same, and then, it's gone.

a few days pass, and there's no nest-building activity from the cave. No drake leaving for wool and hay, no dragoness plundering the forest for vines and lianas. No courting rituals to strengthen their bond. Just the smoke.

One brave soul goes into the cave to check, and all they saw on entry was a single, glassy-black, stonelike egg, about the size of an emu's. It strongly resembles that of a Red dragon, but it's strangely small; they're normally the size of moa eggs, or even larger. Is it a cuckoo? Or perhaps a runt? No one seems to know, but the consensus is the same: It will die if left on its own, and they should let it. They don't need a dragon hatchling making a mess of things.

[airxn]

what if they kissed.

in front of their fish.

what if they kissed scenario.

[thekavseklabs]

“I’m not a person, I am a weapon in human form.” (jean spades solidarity .w.)

Spades tilts his head slightly at Jean, his brows pushing together in the expression of soft and sad understanding only someone who had been that low before could manage. It fades quickly, though, knowing that his concern could only register as alien (pun intended), and he lets his tail sway a bit to release his energy in a way that wouldn't make Jean believe he'd upset him.

"Maybe you were. You served a purpose you were reshaped for. But now you serve a different one, and are changing shape again. I hope that somewhere in all those tasks and struggles, you find yourself to be a friend to me, if you like."

He smiles and holds out a hand, letting Jean decide if he wants to hold it. "Person or not, that's how I think of you."

[dovelydraws]

I miss having a computer lol

[jinbugs]

[xxlordalexanderxx]

What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?

☠ ― 𝑄𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝐴𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟.

" Being abandoned by people I thought might have loved me. It happened, recently. How I'm dealing with it? Moving on and allowing myself to feel pain.

I sometimes wonder if I make my mates happy, if they grow tired of me and my presence, I do worry. I try my best to be a good mate, or partner. But sometimes things just don't work out, but I don't want to be alone anymore.

But if my presence is no longer needed, or wanted, I'd simply go and grieve and live my life. Like any reasonable creature. It would just hurt. I would never wish anyone who wasn't happy with me to say."

[violeteyedkiller]

“I hope you’ll give me some warning if you get the sudden urge to kill me.”

I don't remember if this was from a prompt RIP

"I don't get those urges unprompted much anymore. Warning or not, best if you don't give me reason for such urges, hm?"

@revunant

[morttodea]

“What am I looking at right now?” Jean, be nice to Bourbour.

Prompt || Accepting!

A rather big stitched-up golden sheep, its horns removed and capped with gold. This wouldn't be much of a problem since Skrap enjoyed creating their own plushies, but this? This was something else, it was actively breathing, eyes tracking the stranger, and tail wagging and thumping against the ground. Was this a plush or was this... A costume??

They're hoping Jean isn't being mean to their sheep, but whenever there's a chance to talk about bour Skrap will jump on it! "Him? That's Bourbour, he's my best friend and favorite creation.~ He looks a little funky but both of us think it gives him character." Both tilt their heads to one another, Skrap quirks a brow for a moment, relenting. "He wanted me to tell you he likes your hands..."