#umudara

[elzorton]

The power of ✨friendship✨

[eldritchblep]

The Power of Friendship

I <3 Umudara

[c-kiddo]

design for umudara (from cr3 episode 53) + the happy ending everyone wants for him :'-) ✸✨

[ID: Two digital illustrations of Umudara from Critical Role. he is a giant 9 foot tall bull with an orange body dotted with bright red stars, purplish colouring down his legs, long horns and a star between them. The first image is of him on a pale green background, meeting Caduceus and Clarabelle Clay. they are dressed in combinations of loose green robes, trousers and skirts. Caduceus is holding his staff in one hand, his other hand reaching out to Umudara's snout as he exhales a cloud that blows both their hair back. He has a tired, relaxed expression. Caduceus is smiling, saying "Hey, guy" to him and Clarabelle is saying "Hallo!" and grinning. The second image is a design of Umudara on a black background, notes from the episode and smaller drawings of him in orange and blue around it. he has a decorative banner draped across his back with blue tassels and embroidery. End ID.]

[all-made-of-stardust]

okay but here’s why I actually straight up started crying towards the end there.

when the Hells first arrived in Uthodern, the atmosphere was fear.  the city was dark.  temples were closing their doors.  the center for knowledge, where so many people came for answers, did not have knowledge.  did not have answers.  people were scared.  scared that they couldn’t find help, scared that they couldn’t reach out to loved ones, ask if they are okay.

and suddenly, within their very walls, within their homes, a horrible beast sprouted forth from the heart of the city.  there was death, there was destruction.  there was despair.  because if their own home wasn’t safe, then nowhere was.

the darkness was winning.

then a woman with purple hair and odd markings spoke into the captain of the guard’s mind and told him that things were better.  things were okay.  and he believed her.  because what else could he do but to cling to hope?

because that’s what the Hells brought with them, as this terrifying celestial beast that once brought death now steps out, wearing a peach bow, surrounded by the radiance and light that the city so sorely needed.  he is guarded by such an odd group, but they all exude calm.  there is a small gnome wearing a pink handknit sweater riding on its back.

they guide this noble, beautiful beast through an entire city, and the whole time they are showcasing to everyone that the darkness is not winning.  not now.  not while there is still hope kindling in our hearts.  not while ancient beasts can once again see the stars.

the world may be ending, but it hasn’t ended yet.

not if Bells Hells can help it.

[chaotic-fey]

Umudara the Sentinel Beast. Protector of the Veluthil Forest.

[nezumidou]

A house that is trying to be a home again, an old forest that is just memory.

(Image quote: Not-Love Is a Season by José Olivarez)

[bixbiboom]

Umudara in the Throne Chamber of the Citadel

[lunarrolls]

cairo—come back home, twenty eight days of delirium—three’s a crowd, and two’s in love, and i can’t sleep alone

[ghostcandleart]

Took a break from my usual once again! This time to draw Umudara, the sentinel beast from Critical Role! Had the idea to draw him as a constellation poster in my head and needed to do it.

[pawthorn]

[ID: A digital drawing illustration from Critical Role, Campaign Three. The image features FRIDA, Deanna, Deanna’s Guardian of Faith, Fearne, FCG, and Imogen. They are gathered around Umudara the bull, and Deanna is seated on top. Light streams down on the group as they move forward. End ID]

What an entrance.

Close ups below.

[ID: Three Close-ups of the art above]

[xxpectrum]

Compassion in the face of fear

[afragmentcastadrift]

Just imagining Umudara making his way through the frozen tundra, agonizingly long days and infinite nights traveling across miles to reach the Savalirwood. Only to find an altered landscape, confusing in its twisted divide of corrupted rot and verdant green. The smell is off, and old, dead and yet changing. And then finding in that pocket of vibrance, a small and delicate grove - blooming and lush, and tended with care. Stepping slowly across the brambles and into that space, curious and wary, to then be met by a family of large, lanky creatures - easy in their movement, seemingly some hybrid of human and cow or horse or other wild beast... gazing at him with warm, welcoming eyes, until one approaches him, regarding the stars rippling under his sheen of skin, and offering a mug... no, a bowl of tea, and saying "Oh. This is nice. The Wood remembers you, friend. Welcome home."

[misscryptidart]

Umudara my beloved

[smilelikeawolf]

Umudara can’t sense his home because it’s gone. It starts to sadly walk south towards the Savalirwood.

Fearne: “Before you go!”

Fearne takes a ribbon and ties it around Umudara’s horn.

Umudara: “Thank you.”

[maryallenc]

awww. i firmly believe that next time we see umudara, hes hanging out with the clays.

[itsallaboutthebirds86]

CR cast: *fights a celestial bull on the rampage*

Me and the entire cast: HES JUST A BABY