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Hi, I swear I'm still alive. Got really deep into fandom things on the A.rcane side of things including some big projects. I do intend to come back here because I adore Dronia. So hopefully I'll pick up with more activity here.

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Dronia would never want Karlach to be uncomfortable when telling her stories. Avernus was such a sensitive topic for her and rightfully so. A torment unlike any other. Even with the hell that Dronia went through, she couldn't imagine ten years in Avernus itself. But trauma was trauma, comparing it was pointless when it did nothing to lessen the blow that it dealt. Both of them could have turned out so much worse as people. They could have become the monsters they hated. They chose to love instead, with all their heart and soul.

And that will serve them well in the coming months. They need to keep their hearts strong, Demasc will try everything to tear everything from Dronia. He does not tolerate anyone trying to stand in his way.

Dronia's heart sinks as she listens. That poor child didn't deserve to be in a place like Avernus. So young, so innocent. And she didn't have to say that it was most likely the boy died, it is a thought neither of them need to linger on. The world was unfair and rough, it destroys anything it pleases, no matter how young and innocent they may be. It almost took her once as a child, instead leaving her with marks for the rest of her life, the kind that reminded her how fleeting life could be. How easily a life could just be snuffed out. Perhaps survivors like them learned to appreciate life itself more because they nearly died because they lost so much. The thought is shaken from her head when Karlach's nail pulls at her bottom lip. Red eyes close, simply basking in the moment.

"At least Clive was safe and sound with me this time." Is all she says, enjoying the healing touch of the tiefling.

KARLACH JUST BEING JUDGMENTAL FREE WAS PART OF HER PERSONALITY . especially after everything in avernus. it's just , without a doubt , she treats dronia so very special. THAT DISTINCTION NEEDS TO BE MADE . dronia gets every single soft piece of her heart that she still needs to be careful with around anyone else. DRONIA IS THE LOVE OF HER LIFE . also ... as if the whole meeting with wyll doesn't show exactly what people can be manipulted and persuaded to do -- a monster can be a monster no matter what. don't give them a reason.

they can rebuild what they lost and then even share it with others that need help along the way. KARLACH DOES MISS SOME OF THAT CHAOTIC LITTLE GROUP . even astarion.

" it did. he was always clutching it with care in his arms , you could see how soft and kind he was just by the way he could care for that stuffed animal. the last time i went to go visit , the battered little safe house was empty. small signs of a struggle. i don't know whether he made it or not , there was barely any blood. spots here and there. a candle and some plates knocked on the ground. scattered near his bear. i kept it , it's not like i had anything else when i found my escape. i was probably lucky they were too busy trying to tadpole everyone to relieve me of my few belongings. " the softest sigh out. SHE'D TAKE CARE OF CLIVE JUST AS SOFT AND KIND . all the kindness she couldn't be while in avernus. one of karlach's hands move , a nail just prodding dronia's bottom lip. SHE JUST KNOWS DRONIA GETS THAT . all other avernus tales are far more harrowing and will never be spoken.

SHE'S TIRED OF THAT PLACE ANYWAY . karlach smiles.

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Got to meet Helen Keeley, Amelia Tyler, and Tracy Wiles today and they were absolutely lovely! They loved my cosplay and Amelia took one look at my giant D20 and snatched it up for the photo and wouldn't let me leave without having the chance to roll it. Sadly she rolled a 4 but now I have a blessed D20 touched by the narrator herself. It was a great time! Spouse went as the DM and was making people roll on their portable DM table. Our costumes were a hit.

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I've turned anon off for now. I keep getting those scammer asks and it's just harassment at this point. I will return to doing more on this blog soon.

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phewwww shes so fine

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The last few months without Karlach had been a bit of a mess. Karlach had been an anchor, she could be honest about herself when she was around her. Honest in a way that she wasn't with others. She could talk about her anger, her fear, her hate for the one who did this to her, and she knows that Karlach would never judge her for it. And while this new group had been great, it was such a change from her previous team and from the comfort of her lover... and all that bottling just made things infinitely worse.

Once Demasc is killed, they can have their Inn, they can have their little piece of bliss. Something so painfully domestic because it was denied to them before, ripped away so violently that they didn't have time to properly grieve what they lost. But they can do that together now.

She always did know how to make Dronia melt into her touch. That gentle scratching against the shaved part of her head, the way the dhampir tilts her head so Karlach gets the right spot. Oh, it feels so good. A soothing balm on the wound. She could fall asleep to that feeling, she has fallen asleep to that feeling.

Dronia listens intently, hearing Karlach talk about Avernus was a rare thing. She'd speak of it in small snippets, but never anything full of detail. Dronia understood, talking about trauma was hard, not everyone wanted to recall the horror that made them what they are today. "He must have been a special child that you remember him so well among everything else you endured." But it isn't the full story, is it?

Dronia sighed as the claws shifted to her hair, coming through the long raven locks. "Did the bear belong to the little boy?" She doesn't ask if the boy survived or not, she hopes beyond hope he had, but if she asks, she worries that will mean she may receive an answer she won't like. Avernus was rarely a place of happy endings.

HONESTLY , KARLACH AND DRONIA HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON . they both had to hold back so many emotions , but where dronia just didn't realize it could cause issues , karlach had to forcibly do it to survive. STILL THE SAME TYPE OF PROBLEM . and another reason they connect , as if they needed a reason to connect. DRONIA JUST DOESN'T HAVE TO SUCK IT UP WITH KARLACH . they can be soft.

dronia and karlach can have so many emotions now -- especially karlach. THEY CAN LIVE LIFE AGAIN . before that necromantic vampire. before that greedy artificer. NOW EVERYTHING IS THERE'S AGAIN . one obstacle or not. theirs.

karlach's hand shifts from the hair she just washed to claws tracing the shorter part of dronia's hair. CLAWS THAT HAVE NEVER ACTUALLY SCRATCHED . at least here , she has used them to dig herself in while in avernus. it was so last ditch too , life flashing before her eyes , she just gouged. DEAD . but now those claws just gently scratch at the side of dronia's head. ABSOLUTELY COMFORTING . as karlach truly can be.

" there was a little tiefling boy. his name was clive. he didn't have any parents , he was just with a tiefling woman that oversaw him. stuffed into the little safe houses of elturel , as tieflings usually are. always waiting on an opportunity to escape , hitch a ride out somewhere. my job was to clear those out. one of my jobs. i never did , don't know why zariel never caught on. maybe she didn't care because i could take down the biggest golems with ease. "

... that was only part of the story. NOT EXACTLY HOW SHE GOT THE STUFFED BEAR . it's always a little emotional because that karlach is infinitely different then this karlach , but to be quite honest , she paused because she was distracted by running her fingers through dronia's hair. THAT'S IT .

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Dronia was a fighter, she wouldn't let herself be resigned to the edge of the battlefield cowering from the light, and yet... there was a fear in her heart so deep and dark. That this was another thing that was taken from her by that wretched vampire. The light. If she could just get her hands to stop hurting so damn bad, she could finish off some more undead.

But to see the way the exposed flesh on her hand crackled and blistered... as if she had stuck her hand directly into the flame itself.

She felt sick, her team around her doing their part, dispensing the enemy while Dame Aylin made a magnificent show of her powers. Dronia tried to push the bile down and wrapped her cloak around her hands as best she could. There was no way she could just sit back there and feel sorry for herself. She was an excellent shot, she could do this. She had to do this. Drawing an arrow, carefully, she winced as she felt pressure on her skin. Even with the fabric over it, it still pained her so. "Fuck!"

But drawing the string hurt more, burned in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. Her face twisted in agony but she forced her eyes to stay open. Focus, count what would be her breaths. Anything to keep her mind off the pain. She could only keep the string drawn for a few seconds. She found her target, an undead trying to grab Shadowheart from behind. Loosing the arrow with a scream of sheer pain, she let it fly through the air, still managing to lodge itself through the skull so precisely that it came out the other side, through the hollow of its missing eye.

There was a brief reprieve, Dame Aylin cried out in pain and the light receded enough for Dronia to stop cowering in the corner. She slung her bow back into her bag and drew Caius' short swords. Her palms able to handle the pressure far more than her fingertips.

With a growl, she tore back into the safer outreaches of the battlefield, tearing into any undead unfortunate enough to catch the path of her blades. Fury racing through her veins. Her composure waned, that beast inside her trying to claw its way out. The creatures they fought may not be able to bleed, but she would satisfy her bloodlust one way or another.

But that burst was also shortly lived as her arms grew heavy, the exhaustion biting at her, the burns to her hand had shaken her too much, took it out of her, but she had to keep going, even when she wanted to lay down her arms and rest.

It was then that she saw Dame Aylin standing before her. How sorry Dronia must have looked, her arms hanging limp at her sides, the tips of her blade dragging along the stone ground.

Sheathing her blades, she held her hands out, showing where the skin reddened, cracked, and blistered. "They hurt... your spell... it burned me."

Aylin didn’t see how the moonlight forced Dronia back. Blinded to the battlefield around, she thought only of vengeance. Her very soul cried for retribution; it burned within Aylin as a furious need. It grew stronger as she watched the hope and confidence drain from Ketheric. She’d presumed his skill would have improved, but immortality had spoiled him. He’d taken her gift for granted.

He’d simply decided to play god. To strike awe into those beneath him by his immunity to death. Pathetic.

The battle was intense. Twice Ketheric had tried to summon more dead to his side, and twice Aylin had stopped him. Without his shield, Aylin had the upper hand. She would end him, and he knew that. Ketheric managed to kick the woman away and put distance between them, but Aylin wasted no time closing the distance.

But on his third try, he managed to summon more skeletons. They clattered together and rushed about the field. Only one dared to try and stop Aylin, and it was struck so hard by the back of her hand its head spun ‘round and then fell off. Ketheric used the distraction to land a lucky blow, striking Aylin in the side with a strength that she almost respected.

It was a hard enough strike that the radiant light consuming the field waned. Aylin rose to her feet, unable to hide a wince.

Without the light, the enemy undead were clear to swarm. Aylin’s attention was drawn to her allies, to the horde they now faced.

Vengeance still gnawed at Aylin but she moved away from Ketheric, with a beat of her wings she leapt the distance and landed behind a shambling corpse. She grabbed hold of the foul thing and tossed it away, straight off the tower’s ledge. She cut down two skeletons, blade crashing through their boney forms with ease.

Relief came to her as her allies turned the tide. Another skeleton fell and then she was standing opposite Dronia.

“Are you injured?” Aylin asked, turning so she could keep an eye on Ketheric. He was tired. “He will keep summoning the dead ‘less we end him here and now.”

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Also hi, I haven't forgotten about this blog or Dronia. I could never forget my girl. I've just been busy irl, my art bug has kicked back in stronger than ever and I have a third muse I'm writing now who is taking up a lot of my time. So I've been mostly on Kassandra, Vi, and my personal blog. But I'm trying to make an effort to be here as well. And with my new PC I want to try to get patch 8 up and running on BG3 for new pics of my girl.

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Dronia Fairbourne - dhampir ranger

Dronia was first conceived in a D&D 4E game as a spell-scarred dhampir who was trained as a cleric of Kelemvor who hunted down vampires in her god's name as an act of revenge. As she evolved over different campaigns, she eventually ended up a human beast master ranger (a spider hunter and guide who navigated the Spiderhaunt Wood often) from the Dalelands who eventually was turned into a dhampir on accident 2 weeks before she was to be wed, her fiance had been the target of the attack. She was supposed to die. Now she has to live with her new thirst as she seeks revenge on the master vampire who slayed her entire village and her love while trying not to become a monster herself. One day I will give her a world all her own and write her story proper. It's a tale of grief and how it changes a person.

pose reference from @adorkastock

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Dronia Fairbourne, my oc of over 16 years as drawn by the lovely @heeeygracie as a top tier patron reward.

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They are each other's peace, aren't they? The balance that they needed in their life, Karlach's chaos and Dronia's order and in turn they keep each other from falling too far into either extreme. It works so beautifully. Dronia allows herself to loosen up more around Karlach, and while she still has her routines and her self-regulations, she feels she can let her hair down more. It's incredibly freeing. It's downright sexy.

Dronia plants her head between Karlach's shoulders, pressure increasing between her legs and driving her on like a mad woman. Close, so close, she can feel the throbbing of her heart between her legs, an aching so pleasurable that her moans grow shorter, more frequent, louder. She can't even verbalize how close she is because she knows if she opens her mouth any further to speak she's just going to make the most salacious sound. Loud enough to wake the dead, or any guests of the inn who may still sleep. Her hand that isn't being held by Karlach, suddenly grips the tiefling tight, her thighs trembling as her body goes rigid and white hot pleasure shoots through her limbs. The freeze is only temporary, her hips slowly grinding once again, just to ride it out as she wraps her arm around Karlach's waist, shaking and sighing and sweating against her waxy skin. Sheer ecstasy.

THAT'S KARLACH CLIFFGATE . sweet , erotic , and sometimes intensely angry. that one is just far more rare , especially now. DRONIA FAIRBOURNE IS HER PEACE OF MIND . karlach will never fully be able to explain how at ease her life is now that she's with dronia -- even with all the drama. SHE'S HAPPY . and that's the thing , isn't it? she just hasn't ever been happy. SHE'S ALWAYS BEEN RUNNING ON FUMES . survival instincts.

... also , did karlach ever say she absolutely doesn't hate dronia being careful with the vents? IT'S EXTREMELY TOUCHING , ACTUALLY . she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if dronia ever got hurt because those are still hot. IT'S A SIMPLE THING , BUT IT BOTHERS HER SO MUCH . karlach's fiery eyes roll into the back of her head. and she's not even being touched right now. SHE'S SO OBSESSED WITH DRONIA'S PLEASURE . lips now hovering over dronia's head. they're both more focused exactly on dronia's hips grinding into her tail.

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Karlach doesn't have to say anything, listening is sometimes all she needs. Sometimes all Dronia has to do is voice out the frustrations she never allowed herself to voice before and it feels like a giant weight off her shoulder. She was raised to suck it up, keep a tight hold on her emotions, her anger, her fear, bottle it up and deal with it in private. Couldn't let them control her or affect her during a hunt. Karlach is helping her express herself more and more, to deal with those feelings before they fill the jar she held them in, threatening to shatter the glass.

It's funny, she never considered it a bad thing, she thought she coped quite well. But up until her parents died from illness, she hadn't really known much hardship outside of the occasional injury or accident when hunting. They made a good living, they had a loving village. But outside of that, now that she has had to work with others, first with Caius' group and now her two adventuring parties, she's learning that people aren't meant to cope that way.

They only have one more obstacle between them and their happily ever after. If only that one more obstacle wasn't a power hungry vampire necromancer. Maybe things would be a little easier then. But every night her eyes remained fixated on the prize: a peaceful retirement with Karlach. It's all she could ever hope for, her happily ever after was stolen from her once, she would not lose it again, especially not when Karlach has also suffered such horrific loss as well. The deserved this. Just as much as they deserve this peaceful kiss in the river under the tree-filtered sunshine.

"I would love to, I always want to hear your stories." She loves how Karlach spins her tales. She may not be a bard, but her enthusiasm and animated nature always makes them a delight.

MAYBE LOSING CONTROL IS GAINING CONTROL . karlach can never find something to say to help dronia feel better about when the dhampirism really ... dhampirs. SHE JUST SORT OF STEPS BACK AND LETS DRONIA VENT . because a part of her believes that even in the most uncontrolled state , she still wouldn't hurt karlach. AND THAT'S CONTROL , ISN'T IT ? karlach's pleasant little personality , always wanting to help.

... and when she no longer wants to help , THE AVERNUS OF FURY MAKES AN APPEARANCE , and that's exactly when you should know you fucked up. GORTASH NEVER CARED . until the moment they killed him , he just fucking didn't care. HE ONLY EVER REGRET IN THAT LAST SECOND THAT HE LOST .

and that may haunt karlach forever.

wounds never did heal properly when they were dirty. MAYBE THAT MEANS SOMETHING SPIRITUALLY TOO . and karlach's just being the caretaker she's always been better being. THE AVERNUS OF FURY NEVER HAD EMOTION . karlach cliffgate does , though. daughter , fiancee , friend. NOT JUST A PET WEAPON IN A HORRENDOUS WAR . this is also her just simply washing away the newest trip to avernus. now she knows she can easily be without all that sin. WAR FREE . and this was exactly the reason why. kissing dronia softly under the sunlight. THE GRASS AND TREES ARE BEAUTIFUL .

" do you wanna hear how i met clive? " it's such a soft whisper against dronia's lips.

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Munday, cosplay edition

Enjoy my half-elf rogue

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Her lips curled in slight disdain. "The best approach may well be to not approach at all." She was an animal, she had determined, calm on the outside but so terribly wild on the inside. Best not to approach. All teeth and claws. "Only slightly reassuring. I don't know why he would be fond of me beyond what I can give him. I've given him nothing but trouble." And she would continue that trend.

While she knew enough about devils to get by, between her father's teachings and Wyll's warnings, it still wasn't enough to paint a full picture. Harleep mentioned immortals with such tone and it gives her pause. She hardly knew much about what she was, and even Astarion was unable to help much in her situation. He had never encountered a dhampir before. Was she truly immortal or would she live out a mortal life time, cursed with the thirst of a vampire? "I will leave this encounter with my life, a mild assurance, if anything."

Mild.

And yet she could not help but regret that she snuck off alone this night, away from her other companions who have been her lifeline, both as her support, but also in keeping the darkness at bay that roared and roiled in her gut like spoiled meat. And the devil was exploiting every bit of turmoil that churned in her chest. It didn't help that her teeth continued to ache with such intensity, begging to bury themselves in something.

Dronia never cared to be the prey. She was always a predator, whether her weapon of choice was her bow or now her fangs, it mattered not. She stalked the forests with the intent to kill, her prey was simply changing with time. Harleep backed off a bit, keeping his most vulnerable points exposed, either as a peace offering, or as temptation. Perhaps both. She swallowed the saliva that had begun pooling under her tongue from need.

Fuck. He was goading on her, speaking to her protective nature. Feed now, spare her companions her hunger later. Even with willing donors in the camp, she never wanted to put her infliction upon them. Dronia helped others, it was her nature, her own pain could be pushed down and pushed down and pushed down until it came screaming out of her and she could resist her great thirst no longer. "My nature is to protect my people, I will not give into the beast I was made." But she will, she will give in to her thrust and drive her teeth into someone's throat and drink deep until she cries out in pain over what she's done. Her hands came up to press against her ears, blocking out all the heartbeats in the room that grew louder with every breath they took. The ache in her mouth grew worse. She hungered so badly that his offer was looking more and more tantalizing. "Even if I would, I cannot feed from you here, not with so many Baldurians looking on."

Haarlep laughed happily. "And here I thought me being honest was the best way to approach. Do not fret," he said, a little amused look across the incubus' face, "Like I said, Raphael is fond of you, and is keeping an eye on you. So long as you are the subject of his admiration--" those words oozed from his pretty lips--"your soul is safe."

The creature waved his hand. "Raphael tends to be upfront with his clients in his desires--I know, exceptionally rare for a devil, yes? But Raphael is quite the exceptional devil, indeed. Always wanting to stand out. However, he has a point. Mortals, or... immortals... tend not to enjoy being stabbed in the back. He is confined by his laws, of course, the Hells being so stringent in them. So you can trust in that, if anything. My dear devil would not be caught breaking his father's laws."

She could take that as some sort of reassurance, though she likely would not. Either way, Haarlep enjoyed annoying Raphael's clients and playing with them, it bothered the devil, and that made Haarlep happy because he enjoyed annoying Raphael just as much.

As a predator, Haarlep could tell she was uneasy, though she wasn't making it difficult. The way Dronia moved back against the wall, like a cornered rabbit to the fox. So, in turn, he moved back, giving her a little space, and exposing some of his weaker points to her--his wrist, his neck, his sides, where a hunter knew they could strike if they dare.

"It is not temptation I offer you, sweet thing. It is your nature. Your hunger. You require it, like a human requires water. If you fight it, you become weak, and your little friends, all tadpoled, would suffer. How selfish of you... But if you were at your strongest, then perhaps you could protect them. You want to protect them, don't you?"

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I will be lurking tonight, replies will be tomorrow night after dinner. Going to be playing A.C S.hadows all day tomorrow.