Ylli, a fallen star 🌌🏹🌸
New character time as a treat!! This is my drow/aasimar circle of stars druid (one of the classes yall recommended for me)! She’s a sort of fallen celestial who became bound to the material plane and is trying to do good with what power she has left💫
This was just a quick little treat for myself but hope y’all enjoy!
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Divine Smite
A tribute to that one time Carrie felled an automaton dragon in one swing with a critical hit level 4 smite. (Feat. the Fallen Aasimar Necrotic Shroud)
drawing-related drabble under the cut
tldr; Carrie has a lot of feelings about being a warlock-turned-paladin and its unlucky lot in life
Carrie was never a frontline fighter.
So it was no surprise that it struggled to keep up when it and the rest of the Brak's crew were ambushed by makeshift dragons. A bounty was placed on their heads, and it must've been a hefty sum if the hunters sent dragons out of all things their way.
Carrie roars in frustration as another one swoops in just out of reach to blast it with its radiant breath weapon. The searing holy light merely flows over its skin, and it swears that its own anger is more likely to kill it before the dragons do.
Its not fair, it thinks to itself. If only it had its old powers, it could very easily snipe these foul metal beasts out of the sky with an Eldritch Blast. If only its patron, its sibling were still alive, they would have surely found a way to avoid the eyes of bounty hunters. If only it weren't so weak and volatile and stupid, then maybe its sibling wouldn't have died in the first place. Maybe its friend would have never betrayed it. Maybe the hero would've still loved it. Maybe, just maybe--
Carrie's thoughts are cut off as one of the dragons lands in front of it, ready to crush its pathetic little body in its metal jaws.
Is that it, then? Injured and killed yet again, unable to help its crew? Corpse mangled and exchanged for cash? Used and discarded, a means to an end?
Its grip on its scythe tightens, enough to make the bones in its hand creak. It feels not the cold metal teeth tearing its body apart, but something else. Like hundreds of squirming tentacles trying to burst out of its skin. Fear. Confusion. Despair. Denial. Rage. Its thoughts and feelings give way to pure unfiltered rage. If it's so volatile then maybe it's better off destroying things. If everyone it loves gets hurt then why shouldn't it hate instead? Hate. Hate, hate, hate.
It hates these bounty hunters. It hates feeling useless. It hates being at the mercy of fate. Its hate materializes, blowing apart its skin, exposing the horrors that lurk beneath. The hate flows through its head, its heart, then into its hand as it raises its scythe high, all this anger and hate just begging for a release--
Then it swings.
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Finished comm for @//rolavide_ (on insta) of their npc Valyrah! 🗡️🪶🩸
Starting off the year with another very wide piece, I really can’t help myself I guess! Regardless this was a super fun one to work on she’s a very cool character ❤️ But up next is some design pieces i’m excited to share👀
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