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The Practically Complete Guide to Dragons - D&D Cover by Clint Cearley via ImaginaryDragons

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{{And that’s a wrap! Hope you like the end result. Sorry Leandre no space this time, but a special for him next time =D}}

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Pulled by Fate: In which Dhana is finally reunited with Elithrar (@waterdeephero @pyritea) and Deekin in Cania. {{A couple years after I promised I would write this, Baka comes back swinging with fluffy angst. Hope Dhana is as good as she used to be!}}

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Frigid cold arched across her skin, burning bone deep. But beyond that, to a point that her very soul ached. Booted feet trudged through the snow, crunching and crimping in the deeper drifts. Cheeks burned red, and even her furs couldn't keep the cold at bay. Days, she guessed, had passed, but it could be an eternity for all she knew.

One thing was for certain. Dhana wasn't in the overworld anymore.

The Reaper had confirmed that. Sucked through to their pocket plane, face first into cool obsidian tiles, Dhana had awoken with a start. Last she knew, a denizen of Mephistopheles had thrust a greatsword through her chest. Panicking, scrambling to het feet, the meticulous monotone of the ethereal presence filled her mind.

"What is your will, sojourner?"

Now she was cast out into the baltic, infernal infested hellscape, awaiting what, she knew not. Crouched down by a measley fire, those berries filling a hole and heat in her belly for a short time. Once vibrant sepia eyes look on vacantly into the space before her.

"Deekin isn't sure, but perhaps Boss might find out?"

Those words rip her heart wide open, until she bleeds salty tears in its wake. Soft pattering, clawed feet, hopping through the snow after their leader. Her tongue feels like cotton in her mouth, her head too full of both painful and familiar memories that she feels like she might faint.

Deekin. Of course, the lovable scaley kobold hopped along beside a taller, willowy cloaked figure, with an equally familiar and graceful gait.

Hunting for recognisable features beneath the tanned, furlined cloak, Dhana spies the gorgeous shock of gingery gold hair, angular features, soft lips. Another painful clench of her heart, and her feet are stumbling after the pair in the snow.

How can she not?! Like a string of fate, her soul and being was bound to those walking only a couple feet ahead. But her throat is clenched shut with unspoken grief and need for them both. Her hand outstretched, all long, slender fingers, tattooed and calloused. Her lips part, eyes filling with tears as she wills this not to be another fever dream.

"E-Eli...thrar-"

Emotion cracks her voice, turning it gravelly as it echoes out in the space between them. The reaction is instant, as if both figures before her are struck with an arrow, the taller of the two freezing in place.

Deekin is the first to turn. And when his beady eyes lock onto Dhana's form, a shrill cry of anguish and disbelief emits the kobold.

"B-Boss?!"

He doesn't wait on ceremony, doesn't care for her apologies or excuses. No, Deekin charges towards the sorceress and latches onto her leg as tightly as he can. From the wetting of her leggings, it is clear the proof reptilian is equally moved.

Instinct has her bending down to him, bundling the little fella in her arms and letting out a mournful sound as she buries her head into his scaley shoulder. She rocks him for a moment, unleashing their shared grief. When at last Dhana pulls back, warpaint smudged, eyes red and nose snuffly, her eyes catch on the sight of leather boots in her periphery.

A quiver of pure, unadulterated joy and happiness washes over her as Elithrar's face comes into full view. Golden eyes are round, tears wavering as he barely holds himself back. Straightening, the blackette barely gets a breath in before the elf is engulfing her in a tight squeeze, mouth uttering words of shaky disbelief.

"D-Dhana...God's be good."

His warmth filled her nostrils; that familiar scent of incense, musky amd slight sweat, it was all so nostalgic. Dhana let herself settle into Elithrar's tight embrace, relishing in his soft caresses to her back.

"I-I n-never thought I would

get the c-chance to see you again," The cleric squeezed her tighter, and sliding up her back as that soft, tanned nose is pressed into her shoulder. Tears trickle silently down her cheeks, pressing herself firmly against his warm form. Heart clenching, arms tightning about him, Dhana manages out words that Elithrar is also trying to communicate.

"Gods I have missed you, so much."

Fingers delve into fabric, desperately seeking more contact, the need to be closer almost all consuming.

But here, in Elithrar's arms is exactly where her heart belongs, with Deekin at their side. Just...just like old times...like it should be...

And this time, Dhana would fight tooth and nail to remain there. Even the Archdevil himself.

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She so pretty and likes to fly around!

Tavlyn, Mephistopheles tiefling, Storm Sorceress, Guild member background. She pretty in purple <3

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BG3, come to meeeeeeeeeee!!! 4pm GMT can't come fast enough! I got me packing done in time 8D

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Under 24 hours, and our childhood will return! Be still my beating heart, our lords and saviours, Larian Studios, has pulled through for us.

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What's up, glowy fox?

This was a test painting for a gallery show but I ended up deciding to go in a different direction. I wasn't really happy with the technique I used on the fox (it's too textured for my liking) -- but I thought I'd share it anyway.

Happy Tuesday, everyone! 🌿

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Just a little heads up that my print store is having a sale!

Thank you so much to everyone who purchases prints from me, your support means the world~ 💛

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Moon Phases, two versions because I couldn’t decide which way to go.

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waterdeephero​:

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’He’s getting bolder’, Dhana thought with the slightest arch of an eyebrow. Red dusted his ears and cheekbones, a quiet flame within those golden eyes that fuelled his spoken challenge. A flirtatious challenge.

Those sepia eyes studied him, semi hooded, with a whisper of sultry intent.

“I’d ask ‘like what you see’ but-” she leans across the table, resting her chin upon her knuckles, “I feel like I already know the answer.”

The flutter of pages catches her attention, but it takes her a moment to look away from him, as if she were mesmerised.

“I guess the only logical question would be-” the sorceress leans over to study the intriguing contents of Elithrar’s book. Her lips curl at the corners as she finishes her sentence, “-what do you wish of me, master elf?”

Even if he wanted, he couldn’t deny it. He didn’t want to deny it, he realized, and that struck him strangely, his throat going suddenly dry as if they were in Anoroch’s desert, his heart beating like a mad drum inside his chest. He could feel it as if it was trying to break free from the bone’s prison constituted by his ribs.

Could she hear it?

“Why would I deny the truth?” he said.

Even if he didn’t feel that confident at the moment, she deserved some honesty from him. The elf didn’t confide much, to say the least. He kept his thoughts and feeling for him alone, usually. Cold and stoic were the general opinions about him.

But thanks to their common past, he knew he could trust her.

“Only what you want to offer, ” he finally said in a breath. But still, he couldn’t detach himself from her sepia eyes, shining with pleasure or amusement, he guessed. Her smile had enraptured him. The sorceress’ power and charms were too powerful and had broken all his defenses.

Elithrar could only surrender, and gladly he did.

Sepia eyes twinkled mischievously beneath those lashes, Dhana taking in a deep breath through her nose. Elithrar’s scent caught her attention; smoky incense, his natural musky with a hint of spice. Coy is the smile residing upon her face, this turn of events delighting the sorceress to no end. They had danced about the nature of their relationship for years. Solid friends, eternal family...but there was an undeniable attraction between the pair that had only seemed to grow as Dhana matured.

And now, so many years later, after their worlds had been turned upside down, both seemed...far more inclined to cross that line into uncharted territory.

Slowly, enticingly, Dhana lowered her arm. Fingers walked their way over the table between them, the velvet fabric of her fingerless gloves brushing against the bare flesh of his wrist. Calloused digits traced intricate patterns in the air naught a hairsbreadth from Elithrar’s skin, cold magic caressing him, causing a rush of goosebumps in response.

“The truth you say? And, pray tell, Eli, what truth is that?” Her voice has dropped an octave, something deep and rich. Enticing...that was the only word for it. She had toyed with him for so long, teased and encouraged the elf to lower his guard. To let her in. And as she pouted her lips, her wild yet alluring presence only grew more prevalent.

Raising her hand, Dhana directed her cold caress to Elithrar’s cheek, fingers coiling as she did. Dark eyes flickered to his lips and back up to his entranced gaze. That smile cocked up into a lopsided grin as she whispered.

“Oh I could offer you many things, master elf. Many, many delightful things~”

“You’re staring again.” - Fluff meme: 4

Elithrar barely flinched, but his hands betrayed him. He gazed at the wood floor, where his book has fallen, open to a curious illustration. Nothing licentious, mind you, but curious. Bizarre, even. A lot of excuses came to his mind to deny her words. But when he looked up to her, Elithrar saw her amused smile and the way her brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the room’s dim light.

“And what if?” he asked before thinking, a slight blush spreading on his cheeks and pointed ears. He inclined a little his head to remove a lock of hair from his eyes.

Well, what if indeed? Looking was nothing but an innocent game, wasn’t it?

Elithrar wasn’t so sure anymore.

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{{Wanted to refresh this from the depths!}}

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IG :Jo Brownde's Art Weekly

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Spells from all different reaches of the Continent.

You guys seem to like these so I'll def be doing more! Here are all the ones I've done so far!

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talking to people and collecting clues in a murder mystery kinda vibe

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City Lights Books, San Francisco.