#torinn

[lolliputian]

Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Dammon/Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate)/Original Character(s), Tav/Wyll (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Zevlor (Baldur's Gate), Dammon (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Rolan (Baldur's Gate), Lia (Baldur's Gate), Cal (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Mattis (Baldur's Gate), Mirkon (Baldur's Gate), Ide (Baldur's Gate), Umi (Baldur's Gate), Alfira (Baldur's Gate), Lakrissa (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Jaheira (Baldur's Gate), Minsc (Dungeons & Dragons), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Cerys (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Post-Game, Ensemble Cast, Slow burn is best burn, stupid bastard incubus patron, Shifting Narrative

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Iiiiit’s ducal banquet time, part 1! Patriars are assholes but you get Tieflings and others in formal wear. So. Winning?

[mango-draws]

We finished our DnD campaign on Sunday!! We ended it with a timeskip in case we wanted to revisit it at some point! I figured that my character was due an updated design 😆

This was my Dragonborn Barbarian, Rin! At the start of the campaign, he was just a big ol’ father figure who had lost his family, and post timeskip, he’d become one of the most renowned mercenaries in the area!

After being hit with an indefinite curse causing him to love murder and being accidentally attuned to a Berserker Axe, my boy’s personality changed a fair bit in the last session :’)

Sad to be leaving him for a while, but excited for the next adventure!

[padingo]

due to unfortunate circumstance I only have a doodle to offer for 2day </3

[metro-nix]

Gentle Torinn cause I missed her..

[cheesewheel424]

Outfit swap I guess

Torinn with Abaddon's uniform 

[axeknee]

I'm participating in artfight again this year! So

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

12 and 19, don't forget to drink water

Thank you for the reminder, Nonnie 😊

12. What perfectly-normal-to-them-thing does your OC do that confuses/pisses off/terrifies thier neighbors?

The one that comes to my mind is for my Barbarian human, Raelynn. Raelynn is, in many ways, very Australian inspired, right down to the slang that she uses. This slang usually confused the ever living fuck out of her companions and will often result in everyone pausing, turning to look at her and ask her what the fuck she means.

Another one that comes to mind is my tabaxi druid/sorcerer, Robin. Robin is an anxious string bean of a character and when startled, she will do what we call a “Panic Shape.” Simply, she gets startled and in her panic, she briefly loses control of her druidic magic and wildshapes into one of six creatures. She must either in that shape for half of her Wildshape time or have one of her companions reduce that creature’s hp to zero. Again... a source of confusion for her companions.

19. How Dehydrated is your OC right now? Are they going to fix this?

Let’s see...

Robin (druid/sorcerer Tabaxi) is in the middle of a damn desert so she’s going to need to drink some water soon.

Torinn (dragonborn barbarian/cleric) is doing pretty well for hydration.

Raelynn (human barbarian) absolutely needs a drink since they’ve been constantly moving since going into a cult’s campsite. Knowing her, she’s not going to stop for a drink until she knows they’re safe.

Ronne’s (tiefling monk) is doing great. She’s the most hydrated one out of the entire crew.

[cupcraft]

How is your D&D campaign going?

hello kind teacup id be happy to tell you. Last session my players ran into a cult leader ! very spooky guy. he has a pit of skeletons and they are kinda scared of him. they ended their session doing cocaine with the forest elf npc (kasula) and passed out. they also discovered that the merchant nephira and the planet bartender Torinn have an on and off thing and are bad at feelings so they are trying to get them back together and stuff its very cute. oh also they are learning the government is evil af !

[thessalian]

Thess vs Patches

As I sit and finish some character sheets I’ve been meaning to put together for Shenanigans (I’m hoping to have enough spoons to do Shenanigans so I’d like to at least be ready; this week has been just hell on wheels and I haven’t managed to finish the last one I need), there’s a thing I’ve noticed about D&D in terms of sourcebooks: In terms of character and class balance, it feels an awful lot like playing Overwatch.

Just, like ... you’ve got your classic races and classes, and those were balanced to work with each other. But then you have your races in Volo’s, and your classes in Xanathar’s, and whole other races and classes in other books, and none of them were necessarily balanced with the PHB stuff in mind. So they put out variants for the classic races and classes (hello, Tasha’s) to try to balance them out. Except Tasha’s gives new classes too so the tweaks to the classic races and classes are more balanced for those than they are for some of the other ones in different books and you end up with a situation where depending on what you’re going for, playing ... say, human, or even half-elf or something ... just stops being worth it.

Plus these tweaks and even attempts at rebalance cost an awful lot of money, whereas at least Overwatch just patches the damn things into the game. Yes, someone is incredibly grumpy about Tasha’s and Monsters of the Multiverse. Particularly that last, because I already have Mordenkainen’s and Xanathar’s and Volo’s but MotM gives us tweaks and changes and I’m going to have to decide whether I use that one next campaign or whether I stick with my three.

I swear before all the gods, this is my impetus to actually write Torinn’s Guide to Elossa. If I want one fucking sourcebook that’s going to cover everything I need it to cover without any arguments about which sourcebooks we can and cannot use, I’m just going to have to write it myself. That’s honestly what the Saturday Shenanigans are for - not only does it help me flesh out the game world (this next batch of Shenanigans are going to be based on the sea-based settlements of the Moskoy people), but it lets me know what races I should include, which ones I need to tweak and how, and what I can just fucking leave out. Also saves the whole “You can have some of the races from X book but not that one“ issue.

(No Changelings. That is the rule. Shit’s complicated enough as it is, especially with an eight-person party in the main campaign. I wasn’t going to include minotaurs either but Brian had such a good idea and I made it work on an accidental dimension-hop technicality and tweaked a few bits and pieces to balance his beefy ass a little better with the rest of the party and so these things are flexible, sometimes. Just not with Changelings.)

And yeah, I could get the online versions of all of these where the tweaks are probably built in, but fuck that; I don’t really like reading sourcebooks on the computer. It’s great if I need to look up a very specific thing, but I need to be able to flip through the actual dead tree book if I’m going to use it for inspirational purposes. And honestly, beyond the base rules, that’s all I use the books for anyway. I use them the way Dr Frankenstein used morgues and the like - pick the best bits for what I want to create and put them together. Which reminds me of a comment a friend of mine made when I was explaining one of my players’ characters and the choice of god made him go “Pfft; go Realms or go home”. My response was as the above: “Pfft right back at you; I’m doing homebrew - picking the best of everything and stitching it all together into something glorious. Like Dr Frankenstein!”

He said: “...Created a monster that ended up killing him?”

So I just said, “If there’s a better way of describing a campaign from a DM’s point of view, I haven’t heard it yet”.

On that note, back to water genasi kensei monk. And wondering whether I require more coffee for this. ...Probably. I always require more coffee. And then I need to do some gardening; it’s time to repot some mint and strawberries. And after that we’ll see if I have the spoons to actually run a thing after working on character sheet. Yeesh.

[ao3feed-tolkien]

A Tale of Blood and Oil

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by darsys_mistwood

A motley group of adventurers is thrown together by a mysterious and shadowy group. They quickly bond and begin to track down the cult responsible for their misfortunes, only to discover that the plot is bigger than anything they could have imagined. In fact, the fate of the entire Continent rests on their shoulders now...

Words: 30418, Chapters: 12/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, Magic: The Gathering (Card Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Darsys Mistwood, Rupert Bronzeskin, Brazen Red, Star, Quote Gavran, Torinn Dragontryst, Urza (Magic: The Gathering), Mishra (Magic: The Gathering), Elesh Norn, Týr | Tyr (Norse Religion & Lore), Mielikki (Dungeons & Dragons), Sheoldred (Magic: The Gathering), Urabrask (Magic: The Gathering)

Additional Tags: Magic, Fantasy, Dwarves, Stubborn Dwarves, Friendship, Epic Friendship, Minor Violence, Non-Graphic Violence, Alternate Universe - Elf, Adventure, Action/Adventure, Adventure & Romance, Developing Friendships, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Kenku (Dungeons & Dragons), Dragonborn (Dungeons & Dragons), Tieflings (Dungeons & Dragons), Artificer Class (Dungeons & Dragons), Alternate Universe - Magic, Cults, Shapeshifting, Druids, Druid Class (Dungeons & Dragons), Sorcerers, Sorcerer Class (Dungeons & Dragons), Fighter Class (Dungeons & Dragons), Rogue Class (Dungeons & Dragons), Cleric Class (Dungeons & Dragons), Inspired by The Lord of the Rings, Planeswalkers (Magic: The Gathering), Slow Romance, Awkward Romance, Set: March of the Machine (Magic: The Gathering), Set: Phyrexia: All Will Be One (Magic: The Gathering)

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[mariahlstudios]

The girl is a curse. The first of what will be many issues in the dark fantasy series Puella Maledictum. Join Arane, an elven girl with a dark secret; Bridget, an excommunicated crusader of Reylar; Pakamtu, a chieftain of the Claw Clan in Priomum; Sage, a cleric of Reylar; and Torinn, a sorcerer of the lost nomadic tribe, as they begin their adventures from Nesoläme into the unknown and corrupted realm of Malovei. Unbeknownst to them a greater power is at work and monsters await their arrival. Will our heroes be able to save the people of Malovei from the great curse on their land? Or will they fall apart trying to fight their own monsters within? Available now in Print and PDF on Drivthrucomics (link in profile) 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 #PuellaMaledictum #art #artist #comicbook #drivethrucomics #xoxombl #darkfantasy #gothicfantasy #swordandsorcery https://www.instagram.com/p/CoVMnoVvq2K/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lolliputian]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zevlor (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s), Dammon/Karlach (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate)/Original Character(s), Tav/Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Cerys/Rolan (Baldur's Gate) Characters: Zevlor (Baldur's Gate), Dammon (Baldur's Gate), Halsin (Baldur's Gate), Rolan (Baldur's Gate), Lia (Baldur's Gate), Cal (Baldur's Gate), Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Mattis (Baldur's Gate), Mirkon (Baldur's Gate), Ide (Baldur's Gate), Umi (Baldur's Gate), Alfira (Baldur's Gate), Lakrissa (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate), Wyll (Baldur's Gate), Jaheira (Baldur's Gate), Minsc (Dungeons & Dragons), Lae'zel (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate), Cerys (Baldur's Gate), Tiefling Refugees (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Post-Game, Ensemble Cast, Slow burn is best burn, stupid bastard incubus patron, Shifting Narrative, POV Third Person, Tiefling Biology (Dungeons & Dragons), Tiefling Tav (Baldur's Gate), Post-Canon Summary:

After the fall of the Elder Brain, Baldur's Gate rebuilds. In the months after, the heroes and their allies alike start to build their new lives, finding their places in this new version of the Gate. The funny thing about Faerun, though, is that things are never quiet for too long. Even though the hero's party may be scattered, and some indeed done with adventuring, there is always a need for brave adventurers to face the danger head on. Who will step up to answer the call? How will the new Archduke and Duchess handle running the city? And how do the newest citizens adjust to life in their new home?

Time and Again is an ensemble fanfiction with a shifting narrative, starting two months after the defeat of the Elder Brain, working its way to the epilogue, and beyond. What lies in wait in this strange cycle of destruction and heroism?

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HOO BOY there’s a lot that happens in this chapter. Enjoy!

[mango-draws]

Our campaign’s nearly over, so here’s my first (and only 💀) art I’ve done of my DnD character, Torinn (or Rin for short)!

He’s a Brass Dragonborn Barbarian and very much the silent, awkward dad of the group 🐲

[superphantomgirl]

Hi, my name is Cheppi. I'm an enigma. I was born in the Fae world, one of the rare and beautiful dragons. Once I was old enough, I was given freedom to live in the valley that surrounded the Fae people that had raised me. This way I could have space to fly and store my hoard, but I could always see my family, as I had come to think of them. When I was small, the family that took me in, Lilith and Elden, were a young newly paired couple. They both enjoyed making food for others, and brought out that in me as well. I learned how to make anything, and how to make something tasty out of only the materials I had on hand. I can confidently say that I can make anything taste good, and I can make something to eat anywhere and anytime. The first lesson, of course, was learning the differences between what is safe to eat and what is not. Lilith and Elden taught me how to forage, the abundance of foods found in nature around us. They taught me what was safe to eat in its natural state, what needed to be cooked to eat safely, and what could save someone when ill or wounded. Herbs were picked, dried, smoked, and ground together in a mortar and pestle to draw out the best flavors. I remember when they gave me my very first mortar and pestle set on my 10th birthday, ah what a special day that was.

Time moved forward, and their family grew. They had 7 children total, and I watched them all grow up. The children and I played all the time, I was the hide and seek champion. We loved playing pranks on each other. I would fly up into a tree and hide, then jump down and hover over their heads. They would try to catch me, and I would zoom in and out of reach. I never got any bigger, and soon they towered over me. I moved into the valley, enjoying my new home. I collected my herbs, spices, hoarded utensils, pots, pans, beautiful bowls and plates. I visited often and together we made the most amazing meals. Oh, the tender meats, the savory sauces. We helped each other be better each time we cooked together.

One morning I woke up suddenly, it sounded like there was a voice in my head. It never exactly spoke, but I could understand the intentions and emotions. It was calling me, like a beautiful siren's song. A deep, rich, ethereal melody, begging me to seek out my destiny. That's when I knew what I needed to do. I packed up all the essentials, making sure to safely stow my hoard. A dragon can never be too careful. I took my bag, dressed in my warmest clothes, flapped my wings, and crossed the portal to the Mainland.

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I arrived at the Dragon Monastery just as the sun was setting. I felt like I had finally come home. This was where I belonged, my soul was at rest. I took a deep breath and walked up the stone steps. I raised my hand to knock, and the heavy oak doors slowly opened. Behind the doors lay a large open area with ropes, bags, and pillars that appeared to be for physical training. I looked up and saw a lavishly decorated building. I turned my head and saw another ornate building. The entire complex was made up of 7 buildings, tiered so they formed a circle around the open training area.

I heard a noise, and turned my head to see a Bronze Dragonborn heading over. It towered over me, but I felt a connection immediately. It looked down at me and bared its teeth in a grin. "Welcome, sister. We're so glad you are here. My name is Torinn." He spread his arms, then bowed and gestured for me to follow. "Come, let us go inside and get settled. Then we'll talk and provide a tour." My size difference caused me to fall behind, so I quickened my steps to catch up. Torrin looked over his shoulder and realized what was happening. He chuckled slightly, then slowed his stride to better match mine. I raised my head to look up at Torinn, smiling self-consciously. "Do not worry sister, you will soon learn your size is perfect here. Everybody is different and uses their individuality to their best advantage. We will find yours, with patience and understanding. First, I will show you to your room, and we will share a meal. The Dragon Lord, Bahamut, told us of your coming, and we have been preparing. You can meet everybody while we eat."

I was excited for the meal, as I always am. I loved learning about new cultures and their ways of eating. I had only ever read about other places, as I had never left my valley before. I was so young and inexperienced. I hoped it wouldn't show. I glanced up at the Bronze again, deciding to stay quiet. I was not normally this timid, but I didn't know how to act in front of this regal being. I looked around, seeing dragons and dragonborns of all colors, huge red dragonborns and beautiful crystal dragonborns. Peering out one of the windows I could see a blue dragon landing on a hill. It did not escape my notice that I was by far the smallest, and there were no other faerie dragons. My wings fluttered in my anxiety. Torinn looked down at me, his green eyes twinkling. "Worry not, sister. All will be well. Have peace." He stopped in front of a door, opening it inside. I peeked around the corner and saw a modest-looking room. The four poster bed with a chest at the foot faced the wall, a fluffy down pillow and a brown wool blanket laying across the mattress. The walls were bare, and a small armoire lined the adjacent wall. A small bookshelf sat across the last wall. Torrin cleared his throat, leaning against the door, then pointed to the large window above the bed. "In case you wish to go outside. There's a small balcony as well." I stepped inside the room and placed my bag on the chest, then turned and grinned widely. This was it. The calling I had felt. I was here, and it was all coming true.

Torrin turned and I followed him closely as he led me across the dwelling to another building, this one smaller but no less grand. As Torrin bowed to allow me to enter the room first, I took in my surroundings. Candelabras lit the long room, with an enormous table placed in the center. The table was so long it was encased by shadows on the opposite side. I gasped at the brilliant display. The soft flickers of the candlelight made the gold silverware shine, and the polished wood of the table was beautiful cherrywood. The chairs were decorated with fleur-de-lis designs on soft cushions. "We may be a simple monastery, sister, but we are careful with our valuables and make sure they are sturdy and aesthetic. You should always enjoy the life you are destined to live." He winked at me, and offered a chair. I sat, wondering what I was getting myself into. This was so different from my life in the valley. I had no idea what this life was going to be like, what would be expected of me.

From outside the chatter of conversations grew closer, and I realized people were coming in to eat. I sat up straight in my chair, suddenly nervous. I took a deep breath, trying to relax.

The monks sat around me, and quickly introduced themselves. They were all quick to grin, excited to have me there. A black dragonborn announced, "Bahamut told us of your coming. He told us he would call, and you would answer, and come. We have been waiting. We are so happy." Three dragonborns, a green, a silver, and a brass, brought food out. There was bread, vegetables of all colors, savory meats with dripping juices, creamy custard, and rich mead poured into deep goblets. My spirits lifted, and I perked up. Torrin, a few seats down from me, chuckled. "Bahamut spoke of your culinary experience. We wish to open our kitchens to you, to help you feel comfortable and settle in here." I smiled shyly, ducking my head as I blushed. I'm not usually like this, I felt so overwhelmed with all of these changes. Was I going to be able to do this?

After we finished eating, I started to help clear the table. Torrin stopped me, shaking his head. "You go on up to your room, and relax. Tomorrow is soon enough to begin. Tonight, focus on resting."

I walked up to my room, my wings fluttering, revealing my nerves. I slowly unpacked my belongings, taking extra care to store my cooking supplies in the chest at the foot of my bed. I looked at the bed, then grabbed the pillow and blanket and climbed out onto the balcony. I sighed, feeling more at home. I laid down, closed my eyes, and prepared for sleep.

The next morning, I awoke to a deep bell that resonated throughout the entire compound. I jumped up, my wings extending, and flapped back into my room, landing on my bed. I had no idea how to prepare for the day. I dressed in comfortable clothes, remembering what the monks had been wearing yesterday. They all seemed to be wearing robes, many different colors, some ruby reds, deep mustard yellows, royal blues, sparkling greens, and brilliant purples. I had nothing in my wardrobe like these, but I couldn't focus on that right now. I grabbed a tunic and leggings, threw them on, and hurried out of my room. In the hallway, I saw other monks, their various colors depicting their origins, leaving their rooms as well. Most appeared to be going in the same direction, so I followed. They smiled, waved, and we exchanged pleasantries. "Good morning, sister. Did you sleep well? We begin our mornings with meditation in the yard, and then we break our fast." Looking ahead, I saw that next to the training area there was a large grassy knoll. Many monks were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, their hands resting on their legs.

I saw Torrin right away, his metallic sheen reflected in the morning sun. He opened his eyes and patted the ground next to him. "Come, sit. Have you ever meditated before?" I shook my head no. "We meditate to focus our Ki. Ki is the energy inside that drives your power. Anything that you do, you use Ki. You will learn to use your Ki to defend yourself, and you, little sister, will be as strong and powerful as any barbarian. You will also learn to meditate to focus your Ki inward, to heal your both body and mind to stay strong inside, as well as your physical body." I looked up at him, unsure. "Do not worry, you will get it. For now, just focus on your breathing, close your eyes. Listen to the morning song." I closed my eyes, straining to listen. Listen to what? I couldn't hear anything. I peeked an eye open, looking around. I tried to just relax and focus on my breathing, whatever that meant. I waited, and waited. I start to fidget, uncomfortable sitting on the ground in one position for so long. I sighed.

"Patience, Little One. Take this time for yourself. We will start training your mind this morning. Let us eat, and we will try again." He stood gracefully, while I scrambled to my feet. "I will be your instructor, every morning we will start our lessons with meditation. Afterwards, I will introduce you to your other instructors as well, and we will go over your training. You will learn many new techniques, including strengthening your body, your mind, and you will learn to defend yourself, using your entire body and any weapons as an extension of your body. You will practice over and over until you do not have to think anymore, and then you will harness your Ki to increase your power. The point is never to harm another, but to protect yourself. Do you understand?" I nodded.

We walked to the dining area, and I saw that there was food already on the table. Fruits, breads, granola, eggs, and sausages were spread in the center, in a buffet-style. I was glad to see that the meal offered multiple options, for those who preferred a light breakfast, or those who enjoyed a hearty meal in the morning. I put some strawberries and a nutty bread on my plate, and slowly sipped a glass of pear juice. I nibbled on the bread, the flavors bursting on my tongue. My mood instantly lifted, and I quickly finished the entire slice.

I glanced over at Torrin, and realized his plate was empty as well. He gulped down the last of his tea, pushed his chair away from the table, and asked, "Are you ready?"

I got up and followed him across the yard to a smaller building that I hadn't noticed the night before. A garden with vegetables, herbs, and even a few trees bearing fruit hid behind the building. I looked closer, and realized there was a greenhouse as well. The small building in front was simple, not as ornately decorated. As we walked through the threshold, I noticed it was dark inside, but there was soft candlelight casting a flow so you could find your way. I could smell sweet musky smoke tickling my nose. There were a few rooms with curtains in the door frames. I glanced inside, and saw an altar with candles and incense, and dragon statues. There were fluffy pillows on the floor, clearly meant to be sat upon. Torrin stopped in front of one of the archways. He pointed inside, and we both went into the room. The room was fairly small, not much bigger than the bedroom she had been given. Torrin sat on one of the pillows, and gestured for me to join him on the floor. I sat on a random one, surprised at how comfortable it was. I settled in, and looked up at Torrin. He smiled, and placed his hands together in front of his chest. "Let us begin."

Torrin spent the next few weeks teaching me how to slow down my thoughts, and relax my mind. Every morning we would spend a few hours just sitting in that room, listening to the sounds of our own breath. We talked about my Dragon call, and why I had been summoned here. He asked many questions about my life in the Fey Wild, and, in turn, told me of himself. With that knowledge, he helped me understand how to focus my Ki. He explained that he was able to focus his Ki through his healing powers, as his upbringing was dedicated to the medical arts. His parents had been healers in his village, their home an office and operating room when necessary. He explained that he would visualize his Ki flowing through his body and healing his wounds, breathing energy and life into each organ, tissue, and blood. He instructed me to find what would help me focus my Ki. I struggled, not fully understanding this foreign concept. Every morning I would spend hours just listening to my breathing, straining to figure out what Ki was and how to focus it to heal and strengthen me.

One morning, distracted by frost on the grass, I was trying to meditate with Torrin but not really paying attention. I heard a soft voice singing, a beautiful rich baritone. I opened my eyes, thinking it was Torrin. He was still meditating, and it appeared he hadn't heard anything. I closed my eyes again, and heard the melody almost immediately. I snapped my head up, but the voice stopped singing. I looked around, trying to find the source of the song. Torrin opened his eyes, and asked, "What is it, Cheppi?"

"I hear someone, it's like they're singing." I got to my knees, but Torrin stopped me.

"Tell me more about it, think hard. Have you ever heard it before?"

I turned to look at him. I cocked my head to one side, thinking about his words. Suddenly, it came to me. I gasped, my eyes widening. It was the same voice I had heard when I had been summoned to the monastery. Torrin smiled broadly. "Yes, it's finally come. Focus, listen. Keep going." He touched my hand to sit me back down. I settled in my pillow again, and closed my eyes once more. I took a deep breath, remembering everything that Torrin had taught me. I opened my mind, and was bombarded with a barrage of colors, noises, and smells. It was almost overwhelming, and I actually leaned back and grimaced. In the din, I heard the voice again. It was still singing, a deep, rumbly hymn, haunting but alluring. The more I listened, the more I understood. The pictures started to form in my mind, revealing the true nature of my life. All of the answers I had sought out, my destiny unfolded behind my eyes. My Ki rose up inside of me, and I felt it filling my body. It spread down my arms, into my legs, and burst through my head. I opened my eyes, and saw that my body was actually glowing. I gasped, and shuddered. My eyes flew to Torrin, who had backed up, his smile wide and his eyes shining. "Cheppi, you did it!"

The voice in my head quieted, and with it the noise stopped as well. I let out a deep breath. I saw a figure in my mind, I recognized it from the statue on the altar. Its kind eyes sparkled, and its smile was proud. "Welcome, my child. I have been waiting for you. I am Bahamut. I know your struggle, and you have broken through the barriers of the physical world. With my blessing, your training will truly begin." He touched my chest. I looked down, and saw that where his hand had made contact, there was a mark. The connection between us broke, and I collapsed back onto the pillow.

Torrin scrambled over, taking my head into his lap. "Are you okay?" I nodded, taking in a deep breath. "Tell me what happened. What did you see?"

As I told my story, his eyes got bigger and he shook his head in wonder. "Bahamut spoke directly to you, that is astounding. We all hear the call, but not many actually see him. You are truly blessed. Show me where he touched you." I looked down, blushing so hard my face felt hot. " I'm sorry, that was thoughtless. Maybe it would be better if you check yourself." I turned slightly, then lowered my robe. I saw a pure white mark in the shape of a dragon claw. I gasped, and quickly turned back, knocking Torrin over in the process.

As he got up, he saw the mark. "This is truly amazing, Cheppi. This is very rare."

"What do you mean, no one else here has one?" He shook his head. "Do you know anybody who has this?"

He pondered the question. "I've heard of others being touched by Bahamut, but there are not many stories. We will look into it and learn everything we can."

With this newfound Ki energy, my training was amplified. My martial arts training took on a life of its own, the power I harnessed was suddenly immense. Whereas before, my strikes were on point but with no strength behind it. My weapon wielding was much more graceful, my balance and dexerity like dancing. I could knock someone out 4 times my size, as most of the Dragonborn monks who partnered with me were so much bigger than me. Each morning I would meditate, harness my Ki, energy and power bursting through me. I could practice for hours and not feel fatigued. I practiced and practiced until my defensive techniques were imprinted in my muscles, and I constantly trained to learn more.

[metro-nix]

Somewhere out there exists a Google doc all about these guys and I intended to illustrate their character profiles. never actually finished a few of these (clearly), and these are some of the first things I ever drew digitally/in Krita - that's why they use those soft opacity brushes for colour. The guys at the end, Vattar and Arvana, I came up with last, which is why they didn't get colour; Metere was my first and most loved, so I was never happy enough with the sketch.

[cheesewheel424]

hmm I need to be more active on here

not too sure what to talk/post about

maybe stuff involving my off ocs Zeno Torinn and Abaddon