#tavern wench

[elderscrollsconceptart]

"Tavern Wench"

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim

Art by Ray Lederer

[yorugami]

First art of 2024

Just a little painting study to get back into the habit and something not too mentally taxing. (Source: Howard Lyon's ref pack)

[moradinsforge]

Fraia, the Dwarven Beauty! From the Dwarven Oathbreakers collection sculpted by Artisan Guild. This miniature features two variants: variant B (shown above) and variant A which is the same model with a long skirt instead of a body suit.

This miniature is historically one of our best sellers, and for good reason! She is the perfect NPC for any bar setting. She's beautiful and elegant. Shown above is the miniature printed in grey resin with no primer.

Model sculpted by @/artisan_guild_p . This model, along with all other Artisan Guild sculpts, are available on our Etsy store as a published listing or by request.

Product listing here: https://moradinsforge.etsy.com/listing/799924479

[jazmatazzzzzz]

I <3 my people

[preternaturalwomen]

by Leonid Kozienko aka AgniDevi

[satans-knitwear]

Sometimes i put clothes on over my lingerie and its really cute.

Treat me ~ Tip me

[metalwright]

I asked the AI to draw a serving wench in a medieval tavern. It did a pretty good job, but I don't think they had tortilla chips in the middle ages.

[ghoulgeists]

doodles of a man who has never done a chore in his life but gets a job in service

[tarnishedxknight]

❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ (Leah to Noah; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

The first day was nothing but confusion. The second, frantic denial. On the third, Noah had begun to accept that, through some strange magical happenstance, he was no longer in Ivalice. And by the fourth, he'd begun mourning the loss of his son and, yes, his brother as well. Done alone in the seclusion of the forest, tears were shed, trees punched, and teeth gritted. He vented his anger and grief so that, when he emerged into the public eye, he could be as controlled as he needed to be.

Thank the gods for the forest nearby. Or at least a part of one. It was maybe too small to be a proper forest, but at least it afforded him some privacy and a means of escaping into silence and anonymity. He needed a way to stop the world from spinning, to cease the chaos, so that he could keep himself stable. Sane. The forest provided that and a place to sleep that didn't have people constantly milling about. He was an extremely light sleeper, but even so...

Noah knew he would survive this. He'd survived countless other hardships and losses before, and he'd survive this too. But he had to adapt, and quickly. The only way he could see to do that was to study the people here and become one of them, at least outwardly. And what better place to do that than at a local tavern? There was one close to where he had been camping at night, just a short walk away. He couldn't read the establishment's signage, the alphabet was completely foreign to him, but he could smell food and see through the windows that people were sitting down to eat.

In such a place, there was bound to conversation, gossip, and all manner of information being shared. Noah had simply walked in and sat down, the first day at a table and the second day at a booth, and merely people-watched. He watched, listened, observed... but he didn't order anything. His body's strange physiology due to the nethicite poisoning left him not needing food as often, and besides, he had no coin at present with which to pay. Serving wenches attempted to take his order but he waved them away, trying to focus on gathering information to better understand this world he lived in now.

This... seemed to annoy them, for some reason? The people who worked at the establishment began implying that he couldn't stay there unless he actually ordered something, to which he replied that he wanted to be left alone. When they began talking about calling "the authorities," Noah had looked at them flatly, saying, "I am the authorities." It was perhaps a reflex response on his part, for whatever authority he had in Archadia was likely gone here, however it seemed to work well enough. They left him alone after that, save for saying that strange guy is here again every time he arrived for a new day of reconnaissance.

There was only one serving wench who wasn't afraid of him, and because of that, she intrigued Noah. She seemed to be equally as intrigued by him, though, and that had him on edge, although outwardly he remained calm. After several days of this, she asked him the inevitable question of why are you still here?

"And who are you to question me?" Noah asked, sounding gruff but also a little weary. "I am here because I wish to be. That is all that should concern you." To be quite honest with himself, it was nice to be spoken to. As much as he loved his solitude, he'd had too much of it of late. He couldn't tell her that would like her to stay and talk to him, though. Admitting a weakness like that was dangerous.

[felsjustart]

Revisited the design of the NPC I've been using to heckle my players into going to several festivals and the like within the Radiant Citadel and even wrote a quick little blurb for her; Maya is a 5'9", copper headed, brown skinned & brown-eyed Satyr best known for her theatrics in taverns both in the Old Civilization and the Radiant Citadel. She loves beer, coin & performing with her flute on tabletops once she's tipsy enough. Constantly broke, Maya believes that coin is best spent on experiences and is always on the look out for festivals, carnivals and any excuse to have fun.

[aherowhowashappy]

my dumbass that's so far removed from anything relevant going on outside of my tumblr niches legit saw a ton of ppl start posting about how they love number 87 and i was like!! omg!! sid finally getting the recognition of his babygirl status that he deserves!! anyways turns out that there are other 87s in sports and taylor swift has a new boyfriend. but. loved the delusion while it lasted

[tsufantasy]

Once upon an eve in a mystical tavern, hidden at the crossroads of forgotten realms, I found warmth by the hearth's embrace. 🍻🔥 With a pint of the brewmaster's finest ale in hand, I marveled at the harmonies spun by the bard's lute, the tunes weaving through the laughter and tales of the night. 🎵✨

But the best stories, ah, they were shared in whispers, dancing on the edges of the firelight. Like the one about the rogue who loved a princess, or the dragon who hoarded books instead of gold. 🐉📚

As the flames flickered, casting shadows upon the walls, a curious adventurer approached, eyes alight with a thirst for tales untold. Together, we spun yarns of magic and moonlight, our laughter mingling with the embers that rode the draft to the stars above. 🌌😌

Come, pull up a chair and join me. What stories will your heart unveil? Let's find a tale to call our own and add it to the tapestry of this enchanting night. 🌜💜

[venacoeurva]

Outfits I forgot that he had on until I got a killcam: this

[sadiegirl2021]

I mentioned to my husband I look a bit medieval with my hair half up, half down today and he said "yeah, you look like a tavern wench"

Not queen, not princess...tavern wench!!!

And they say romance is dead 🤣🤣🤣

[ladyfenring]

@gablehood this is on you

[wri0thesley]

still thinking about what toast said about being the wide -eyed oblivious barmaid (gender neutral) at the angel’s share and diluc scorching the wood of the bar watching me flirt with venti/kaeya btw