#why'd it get changed to conditional resistance??

[transterry]

Some doodles as I try to work out/cement in my head what I want Camus to look like. He’s a half moon elven sorcerer/red dragon disciple | draconic-bloodline sorcerer of red dragon ancestry (I believe they’re also called dragonsouls?). He’s getting wings because screw whoever decided we couldn’t have them anymore after giving them to us in NWN1, and also horns and a tail because they’re cool and I can. I’ve written a few fics with him which can be found over on AO3—currently there are two each for NWN1, NWN2, and BG3.

They ended up looking yellowish, but his eyes are supposed to be pale jade (with the little golden flecks that apparently moon elves have, according to the FR wiki).

Original pen sketch under the cut:

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The small man was certainly undead like himself. That was evident not only by his scent but by how he slept, no breathing but plenty of rem eye movement. He hadn't been undead long, Lukas suspected, with how pathetic he was in a fight. Then again the smell of booze and how inebriated he was last night suggested he was losing any reason to carry on as an undead.

That would be changing, Lukas told himself as he drug a fresh corpse into the basement he managed to make his home. Stubborn habits inherited from a nagging sibling taught him that a well fed man was a healthy man. Slumping the stiff onto a messy table he started rummaging through its pockets in hopes of finding valuables.

The racket stirred his guest, poor miserable Burp groaning as he turned in bed. His chubby face twisted sour from a throbbing headache. “Nnn…ughnn..” Peeling his eyes open he saw Mr.Tall and scary undressing the corpse. “Eghk seriously do that somewhere else if you're gonna-”

“Don't be weird, this is breakfast.” Lukas chuffed in disgust as he tore into the body's chest to pry open its ribcage. Pulling out the juicy organs to slide them down his gullet with nary a thought. The sickly sweet smell would have put any normal person into a nauseous fit but as a ghoul it was like sniffing freshly made cheese.

Burp however wasn't accustomed to the diet, regardless of how loud his stomach was whenever the urge turned. Fighting tooth and nail just to swallow anything that wasn't rotten, and boy was it showing.

You see, a healthy ghoul is a ghoul who did their job, eating corpses. Muscle, gut and bones are all a part of their diets. Without it they become weak and brittle, not to mention cranky. Animal meat works sure but it certainly doesn't touch the perks dead human meat would give.

“Don't yah got somethin else…Like a squirrel?” Burp sneered as Lukas handed him an arm. Shoving the smell right up to his honking noise making his insides bark with demands. In better physical condition he'd be able to resist, but today he is weak, sad and hungover ensuring his instincts would win.

Lukas's shoulders jolted as the arm was snatched right from his hand. It was in the clown's massive jaws before he could blink. It was quite impressive how the small ghoul crushed it with a few chomps. “Good to know something shuts you up…”

With a slimy gulp Burp sat right up with such a bratty fury anyone would have gotten whiplash “If you don't like me running my gabber then why'd you bring me home? Some kinda weirdo?” Squinting like someone farted.

That comment threw the boney spector into a sudden motion of justice. His hand clutching the clown's throat with a way too tight grip. “You have a problem with ‘weirdos’?”

“Elck-gulk!” Burp's eyes crossed at the sudden pressure around his neck. Squeezing out a response like a deflated balloon. “Wh- depends what sort-kk” He really needed to watch his mouth, but wires were crossed somewhere.

“You worked in a circus?” Lukas pressed him down into his cot, hand not as tight but he certainly wasn't letting go.

Squirming the clown panted “Why else would I be dressed as a clown dumba-ckk?!” He has been thrown around before but this felt different. Too bad he was too hungover to figure out why.

“Surely you knew workers who were engaged with the same gender, yes?” Lukas asked, easing up so Burp could answer.

“Yeh…what's your point?” Burp huffed.

Pulling the dumbass back up to get real close Lukas growled. “Are they these weirdos?”

“What? No-” Burp snorted. “I was making a poor joke…in bad taste.” Shrugging with a goofy smile.

Lukas's eyes focused deep into Burp's, the tension thicker than mud.

“Honest!” Burp defendely gestured. “I was implying you were gonna do somethin’ gross…without my consent…”

“Never.” Lukas huffed, letting his guest go, fixing the clown's suspenders. “Was a bad joke.”

Fidgeting Burp grumbled. “I don't have much material lately…”

“Also run your mouth too much.” Lukas shoved more corpse meat at the man.

Burp was far too hungry to argue, tearing into his meal. Greedily swallowing it down.

Lukas had finished off the organs before taking some thigh meat. “Do you hunt?”

“Been avoiding it…” Burp chewed a bit slower. “Not exactly attractive to be eating dead guys you know…”

“You want to find out who killed you don't you?” Lukas swallowed, quite finished with the meal. A cute pudge sitting over his belt line.

Burp huffed, getting up. “Sure, but I can't exactly do that without clues…those ran out back in Europe.”

“Use your instincts, I'll teach you.” Lukas motioned his hands as if to encourage his guest to finish the corpse.

Pointing at the half eaten stiff the clown blinked with disbelief. “You want me to eat the rest? You're kidding right?”

“That's your game, not mine. Eat.” Lukas pushed.

“You really like bossing people around huh German boy?” A brighter smile brandished the clown's chubby face. It was actually quite striking.

Lukas had nothing more to say then, watching Burp eat this thing on his own without further assistance.

It was a bit clumsy but he certainly made good work. Finishing the meal with a satisfying belch, Burp patted his bloated gut. “Woof, I guess I did need that…”

“Feel better?” Lukas tilted his head a bit, a bit surprised himself by how much the sma man could put away.

Nodding Burp stretched. “Yeh…thanks.”

“Good, we can start training.” Lukas hurried to the other side of the basement to move a wooden plank that revealed a tunnel.

The clown's brows rose up in surprise. “Whoa what's all this?” The smell of the cool dark depths caught his attention. His big honker pulled him along as he looked down the corridor.

“Come and you'll see!” Lukas looked excited rushing down the tunnel, the sound of his panting echoing along the walls.

“Hang on-” Burp huffed and hobbled down like an awkward penguin. “You're fast.”

“Run on your fours!” Lukas called from further in.

Burp stammered with a flabbergasted tone. “You're shitting me!?”

“There will be none of that, no.” Lukas sounded innocently confused by that statement.

“Oh you're adorable.” The clown said with an exasperated drag of his voice. Hunching down on all fours. “This would be funny if it were part of some skit…too bad this guy's humor is as dry as Germany’s comedy.” Mumbling to himself as he attempted to walk like this, looking a little bit like a turtle. It didn't help that he just ate, his stomach kinda in the way of any semblance of a gate.

Lukas was clearing out an old cavern of debris when he noticed the small man awkwardly hop down like a pug dog. His face twitched with a soft smirk, hot air escaping his boney nostril.

“Huh?” The clown's ears twitched at the almost familiar sound. “You mother-”

He was already laughing, hunched over as he covered his face. It was a raspy noise like glass inside a rubber tube. By his embarrassment you could tell he didn't normally let himself get so giggly.

Something about it got Burp in a tizzy, a naughty tizzy. “Oh you're the funny one now huh? Think you're tough shit huh?” A huge grin gracing his face like it hadn't done that in some time.

“No-no…it's just ha-your form is all wrong.” Lukas gasped for breath.

“Oh is that all? Then how's this form for yah?” The clown got on his head to stand on it.

Chuckling Lukas shook his head. “I'm serious, here.” He came over to help him back down into his fours. “Watch me.”

He got down with him to show him how to walk on fours. His movement is that of a primates. “Your body will adjust.”

“I've heard of monkey business but this -” Burp started following along, noticing how easy it actually was. Like his muscles were already adapted for this reason. “Ridiculous? Hey…this is actually great.”

“Good! Keep that up.” Lukas hopped up on a stone casket.

Burp hopped around, even trying circus poses as he got accustomed to it. “Say this would be great in showbiz. Who needs monkey's when you got ol Burp?” Gripping a beam to hang about.

“That is your name then?” Lukas found that hard to believe.

“Stage name, real names Bartholomew” he flipped down to sit in the dirt to light a cigar. “Not exactly a fitting title for my gig.” Puffing a hot cloud of smoke he asked. “You gotta name stretch?”

“Lukas.” He seemed lighter, a lot less intimidating now. Almost softer, kinder as he asked “What exactly is your gig Bart?”

His new friend smirked with delight. “Tell dad jokes while I do silly tricks usually, but I'm infamous for my name's sake.” Tilting his head up to suck in air just to push it back out with a hearty noise. A loud belch bouncing around the walls making the little devil giggle.

It certainly was impressive but Lukas seemed more interested in what skills Burp could have carried over in the afterlife. Brows furrowed in thought he spoke up “Once I show you how to fight I'm sure you'll learn what else you can do.”

Burp pursed his lip in an annoyingly bratty way. “What am I not wowing you yet?”

“Not what I mean.” Lukas got up. “Our bodies have abilities linked to our past. Such as how weapons come out of my chest.” He gestured to his handsome pectorals that smiled with sharp teeth.

Eyeing them with a bit of envy Burp huffed. “So yer saying I got powers and shit?”

“More than likely.” Lukas hopped down to help his friend up. “Just have to trigger them.”

“Alright…so I gotta beat you up then huh?” Burp looked much too excited for that idea.

Smiling darkly Lukas looked at the cocky little fuck like this would be much too fun. “You certainly can give it a try.”