#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?

#bg3 fanfic #time and again #tav #wyll #zevlor #halsin #astarion #gale #shadowheart #cerys #rolan #mavari #renorash #mira nightsong #jael tarrlok #lyric breakker #arlo #torinn #lelith

[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!

#Torinn #Rin #delmirev Torinn #dnd #dnd oc #dungeons and dragons #oc #original character #dnd original character #barbarian #Dragonborn #brass dragonborn #art #my art #artist #mango-draws #procreate #really happy with how my boy came out!! #im a lil sad he’s not my sweet reserved boy anymore #however this makes for GREAT character development

[padingo]

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

#torinn #roblox #oc #moth #art #morktober #MÖRKTOBER

[metro-nix]

Gentle Torinn cause I missed her..

#mx creations #original art #traditional art #oc #fantroll #Torinn Vaquan #my children.. they're starving… #I drew the sign wrong btw don't reference from this

[cheesewheel424]

Outfit swap I guess

Torinn with Abaddon's uniform 

#off oc #idk what tags to use

[axeknee]

I'm participating in artfight again this year! So

#artfight #oc #ocs #dnd #d&d #anthro #furry

[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 !

#tea.cups #cup.dnd #ask

[ao3feed-tolkien]

A Tale of Blood and Oil

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PMlHAhL

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)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PMlHAhL

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Tolkien #JRR Tolkien #Tolkien works #ao3 #fan fiction

[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=

#puellamaledictum #art #artist #comicbook #drivethrucomics #xoxombl #darkfantasy #gothicfantasy #swordandsorcery

[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.

#dnd character #dnd dragonborn #dnd backstory

[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!

#bg3 fanfic #tav #named tav #wyll ravengard #lelith #zevlor #halsin #shadowheart #astarion #gale dekarios #jaheira #mavari #mira nightsong #jael tarrlok #lyric breakker #arlo #torinn #renorash #DWAGON #and peggy

[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 🐲

#Torinn #Rin #dragonborn #brass dragonborn #dragonborn Barbarian #dnd #dnd oc #dnd original character #dungeons and dragons #art #my art #procreate #mango-draws #I love Rin to bits #he’s my second DnD chara and I love him so much more than Bree bless

[tangleweave]

"Is there a work of fiction you’d like to see my character in that they’re not already a part of?"

Phil finds himself in Waterdeep. Either that or the Mos Eisley canteen.

[ A Manitowoc Spy in the Heart of Faerûn ]

Dagult Neverember was not a man who suffered fools seeking to waste his time. So when a local farmer, whose name Dagult had already forgotten, stood before him to beg for financial and militia support after ignoring all the dire warnings of giant-kin trampling the land, he had done little else but brush his hand through the air twice. It was all the incentive the guards at the door required to take the farmer by both arms and drag him out of the palace court.

"But-but you are the Lord Protector of Waterdeep!" the farmer had called out. "How can you turn your back upon your own subjects?!"

"Next order of business," Dagult intoned, loudly and firmly. There was no use in engaging the hapless farmer. His ilk had been warned for weeks to evacuate. The efforts to drive off the giants were ruinous enough to the city coffers. If he offered boons to one farmer, more would come… and there would be that much less fortune and land to defend, in the end.

He was not a cruel man. Simply a practical one. And he had prepared his heart to be hardened this day, when already reports were coming in about how many good men and women were being slaughtered in the aftermath of the sundering of the Ordning.

"My Lord Neverember."

Dagult's eyebrow cocked upward, followed by his gaze, at the sound of his name and title, uttered by one of the more famed mercenaries of the realm -- Shestendeliath Torinn, a tall, powerful-looking silver-scaled dragonborn clad in plate armor of the brightest gleam and a cape of the most dazzling sapphire hue. Dagult was pleased to see Torinn had not yet fallen prey to the giants, though he was immediately puzzled what the paladin was doing here in the capital. The raids were to the east, and the dragonborn would not be seen so easily without his company in tow.

"Torinn," Dagult greeted, drawing himself up to fullest height. "A pleasure to welcome you back to the court, as always."

"And it is an honor to once again be welcomed," Torinn replied in his customary guttural sibilance. "But I come not for my own sake." He lifted one giant clawed hand up and half-turned to face behind him, gesturing forth a fair-skinned human male from the shadows near the entrance.

Dagult tilted his head, peering at the newcomer. The human looked unassuming enough. His close-shorn brown hair drew a line on his scalp similar to Dagult's own, though he was impeccably clean-shaven. But it was less the man's face and more his garb which interested the Open Lord of Waterdeep, for he was clad in what appeared to be bespoke black finery. At his neck was a shimmering ribbon of sapphire no less resplendent than Torinn's cape, and his shoes were gleaming in the morning sunlight with an impossible polish. His left hand was bound in a black glove, but his right was not so encumbered.

And his eyes glinted with a spark Dagult had seen before, in very much the kind of people Torinn normally kept in his company. A spark that surely had been used as a torchlight to glimpse forbidden knowledge… and to light the way when all else had fallen to darkness. These were the eyes of wanderlust. A nomad soul. One who had purpose, so long as he had direction.

Torinn settled his upraised hand on the human's shoulder as he stepped forward. "Permit me to present to you my newest associate. Coulson, of SHIELD."

Dagult's eyes narrowed. He had heard tales of that organization. A small but persistent group of nonentities... mercenaries loyal to no banner... brokering alliances through the exchange of information... intent on facilitating great change with the most minute of movements. His gaze flickered between the two, but settled upon the dragonborn, the one with whom he at least had a working relationship. "Torinn? You bring a crime lord, an assassin, into the Palace of Waterdeep, without first the courtesy of cladding him in chains?"

The guards behind Torinn and Coulson lifted their spears and each aimed their tips at the two. But neither guest of the court so much as twitched. Coulson's lips tugged across his face in an enigmatic smile. "Typical. The Open Lord of Waterdeep doesn't even read the reports… he just trusts his vizier to read them aloud for him."

"Coulson is no assassin," Torinn rumbled. "It is true that his agents are gatherers of information. And they are also keepers of the peace as they are able. But their numbers are few, and theirs is an enormous task. Invite us for food and drink… and you will learn of why I bring Coulson before you here today."

"And why would I treat with such an individual?" Dagult sniffed. "I have pressing matters to attend, thanks in no small part to the Ordning shattering. And by that very same circumstance, so do you, Torinn. If you wish to devote yourself to a task of enormity, certainly the coin we have already offered is enough to sustain you while you focus upon that."

"If you turn us away," Coulson interjected, "don't bother worrying about those 'pressing matters'. Because by tomorrow's morning light, you'll be dead." He lifted his shoulders in a listless shrug. "But considering that poor farmer you just tossed out, maybe that wouldn't be the worst fate for Waterdeep. I'm sure Laeral Silverhand would hear us out."

Dagult's eyes narrowed to slits. "What evidence have you of my impending doom? Or have you come here thinking to threaten me without consequence?"

Coulson clasped his bare hand over the wrist of his leather-clad one, continuing to aim that damnable smile at the Open Lord. "The question, Lord Neverember, is this… can you afford not to find out?"

For all the enormity of the courtroom, its air hung unbearably thick. Dagult had met any number of humans who were more than they appeared. But when he looked into this man's gaze... he saw more than spycraft. More, even, than the breadth of knowledge hoarded greedily by the greatest wizards.

In the gleam of this unremarkable stranger's eyes, he saw Death itself.

A breath escaped his nostrils.

"Come in."

#answered prompts #voice-of-barsoom #muse: coulson #long post cw

[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.

#mx creations #digital art #original art #oc #fantroll #Metere Nixint #Torinn Vaquan #Farryl Kerato #Natany Ymatiw #Syncro Caadex #Gefira Hideen #Vattar Sagrit #Arvana Nihile #that's all of them I believe #as in all the fantrolls I ever made… #they all have their little ideas and qualities and. none of them are finished yet but all related in some way #colourpiece

[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