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Me casually studying parts of my Durge's body so I understand how to draw her scales while also making her look more like a dragonborn(I made these a while ago and Im proud of them so)
My little war criminal...... ✨
RAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!🦅🦅🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
Sorry for not posting much, Its been a rough week. So take some art of my version of Durge.❤️
Giant talking humanoid cats
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Even more simple drawnings of my various dnd characters. A little bit of info on them in spoiler.
Gerza: she/he/they, grodd goblin, rouge/ranger, for Rime of the Frostmaiden adventure. Former slave from Thay, Gerza is cautious, slow to trust and snarky, but still very curious, open-minded and humorous in their own way. Likes to tell people what she’ll bite their anckles. Yara: She/her, aasimar, bard, for fantasy homebrew adventure about couriers and misteries. She was an inquisitor with very questionable past and still kinda have obsession with afterlife and death. Cryptic big lady with mischevious tendencies and big trusting issues Xanto Vedasto: he/they/it, warforged, fighter/wizard, again for homebrew fantasy adventure. Was once very ill elven guy, who transported own soul into machine and then because of bad luck was lost for 200 years. Calm, well-mannered man what still happy to be free from his ill flesh body despite everything. Les’yar Zoranovich Mormagon: he/they, hexblood, paladin, for Ghosts of Saltmarsh adventure. From noble monsterhunter family, but born cursed with losing memories about people around him and also people forget him too because of curse. He seeks to stop it or at least make curse slow down. Sometimes has a stick up his ass, but generally very responsible and caring man. Avgeris: he/him, gem dragonborn, fighter, for homebrew fantasy sci-fi adventure. And his tressym familiar Dog. Raised by a crystal dragon to serve her, but they both end up with loving parent-child realtonship. Still serves her as a spy and agent tho. Quiet but still arrogant, grouchy and a bit of competitive old man. Kolman Honeyhill: he/they/it, halfling, artificer, for homebrew Ravenloft adventure with characters as Darklords. As mortal was a brilliant scientist and war criminal form world of Eberron. Well-mannered, patient and seems quite friendly, but in the end betrayed all other party members and killed them in cold blood. What a guy :'^)
Art Fight 2024 Week 2
Meowrlly’s Spider-Alien
@moon-meryl’s Malie
Vaultedseer’s Lemm
@misssunnylemon’s Clarabelle
Frostsha’s iterator, First Glimpse
@anonymouscampfire’s dragonborn, Kai
Kerolyne’s Froggy Bits
and lastly, SillyZipper’s Sc1-F1 B1ngo (which is such a good name)
new oc reference just dropped for rubithin! uncensored moobs beneath the cut (scar ref)
they’re one of my oldest ocs that i still pay attention to, and are certainly one of the more storied ones :)
Aaaaaand I officially turned him into an OC. This is my personal version of Dragonborn Durge!! He's so cute..
Gonna be a struggle to learn how to draw his head from other angles but we'll see how this goes hehe..
Brynjolf: Alright lass, as a member of the the thieves guild, you can’t kill anyone.
Dragonborn: *is leader of the Dark Brotherhood* Okay, got it.
Cicero: *loudly* LET’S KILL SOMEONE!!! :D
Cicero oh so humbly asks the listener to make some headcanons about him~
Of course! Crackhead Crusty the clown, love the bastard. This is gonna be long.
- Cicero is a very good whistler. On days where his voice grew hoarse and faint from speaking to the Night Mother for hours on end, he’d opt to whistle a sweet tune for her instead. It’s one of the few things he can do in the sanctuary that won’t get on everyone else’s nerves. Though, at times it can be a bit creepy. Imagine waking up in the middle of the night in a dark, underground cave, and the only thing you can hear is an eerie, solemn whistle from a direction you can’t even discern. The fact that he’s an actual assassin and a jester makes it worse. He definitely does it to toy with his victims and freak them out when he’s traveling with the Listener.
- When he was much younger and much less insane, he was a bit of a ladies man back in The Imperial city, where he grew up. He’s always had a knack for sugaring up his words, especially so by song and prose, even before taking up the jester persona. He was definitely very good at using it to his advantage in his youth. He could charm near any woman willing to make eye contact, whether by reciting a memorized poem, or singing a sweet song. His silver tongue got him out of sticky situations where he almost got caught on his jobs as well.
- Get’s very antsy after a while without being told what to do or given a task. He’s dedicated his entire life to serving the Night Mother and the Listener, and being without an objective for too long really bugs him out. He literally doesn’t know how to function properly without having someone order him around and have him do things for them, it’s kind of sad.
- He has very vivid nightmares from time to time, where he’s back on his last contract when The Jester was killed. Only this time, he’s the Jester, and he’s under the raised knife of shadowy figure he can’t quite see. His chest aches from the action of manic laughter, but nothing escapes his open mouth. He’s wrapped in deafening, creeping silence as the shadowy assailant plunges their knife into his chest, again and again. He sees the night mother standing near him, peering silently, scrutinizing him with a disappointed and angry look. He knows she’s angry that he won’t laugh for her; instead, he’s dying in pathetic silence. No manner of grisly death or torture frightens this man, except the disappointment of his unholy matron. He’s almost shook back into sanity when he awakes, and many of the other members revel in the fact that Cicero is silent for once, unaware of the unfortunate reason why.
- His excessive attachment to the Night Mother stems from the unfortunate loss of his own mother when he was at a young age. On one summer night in the Imperial City, when the air was sticky and warm and the sun was melting out of the evening sky, his mother did not return from work. She was a strong-headed woman, hardened by a life of poverty and the struggle of surviving while raising a child alone. He scarcely remembers her now in his adulthood, but as a young boy he would trail her all around their small shed of a home, clinging to the ends of her tattered dress. She worked for meager pay as a seamstress, stationed daily in the back rooms of a clothing shop patching holes, sewing buttons onto robes, and trimming fabric. She never came come after the sun set, adamant on not leaving her son in the care of her elderly neighbors after dark. When the moon peaked through the dusk clouds, he was sent to bed by the elderly couple who watched him on his mother’s work days. When he awoke in the morning, and his mother still had not returned, his insisted on helping search for her. He was met with a firm “no, you should wait here while we go find your mommy” but he was not having it. He screamed and cries until they gave in and let him tag along. They had turned down an alley nearby at the sight of torn clothes discarded on the ground, and the old couple pushed him backwards and covered his eyes a moment too late, for he’d already caught a glimpse of his mother’s bloodied, lifeless body. He has no conscious memory of those moments, he has no memory of ever having a mother to begin with, and he has no memory of the folded paper left next to her body, with an inky black handprint smudged into the middle of it.
- He spent a good portion of his childhood after that at a rundown orphanage. He was a loner among the other children and scarcely spoke a word. He spent his waking hours playing by himself in the corner, picking apart dead bugs and skeevers with pins and shards of glass he found strewn about. He’d giggle and chortle as the blood smeared onto his hands, painting on scraps of old parchment with it. Any couple looking to adopt would immediately turn their gaze away from him, and onto one of his peers. He went many years without being brought to a new home until one day, close to his eleventh birthday, a pair of men dressed in darkened robes with red embellishments made their way inside the orphanage. Much to his surprise, they approached him. He was sat on the floor, carving away at his wooden bedpost with a dagger he most certainly was not permitted to have. For a moment he feared they would tell on him and get him in trouble, but they did nothing of the sort. Instead they asked his name, and when he murmured out a very shy “Cicero”, they took him by the hand and led him outside and to his new home. He was educated from that day on about the ways of the Night Mother, and the importance of the Five Tenets. He was glad to see there were a few handful of other children near his age at the new home that the two men called “The Sanctuary.” As a young child, with repressed trauma from his mother’s murder, he ate that cult shit up and immediately swore unwavering fidelity to the Night Mother and Dread Father, and not for a moment in his life did it ever diminish. Not in the silence of his matron, and not in the presence of the false leader.
- He really likes carrots because he finds it cool that they match his hair. Literally, that’s the only reason why. Ironically he also loves rabbits, despite hating most other animals. Probably smuggled a few pet rabbits into the sanctuary over the years growing up. Definitely pesters and prods the Listener/dragonborn to let him have one as well, now that they’re the leader and can demand the other members put up with it. Eventually he gets one and names it something stupid like Cornelius.
Skyrim adventure #3
Me: *been playing for like 2 hours* My Dad: the insane jester has been quiet for a while Me: …..*turns around* Cicero: *is just gone* Me: what the hecker Me: *retraces steps to find him* Me: *finds bandit tower* Cicero: *singing and dancing, dead bodies everywhere* Dad: *whispers* he cant be trusted
What do you guys think of him? Hes my dnd character feel free to ask about him! (Bonus points if you can tell what his tattoo says)
There he is with a normal sized pirate (hes smoll) hat and a him sized top hat
A drawing of Lamaar I’m doing the drawing my mutuals so I’ll just say this is my first of many
@donaarcondensed
some recent art dumps again!! beginning w a dnd art gift and a comm <3
this probably won’t do well but i’ll start to try and post up again!!
Commission for client on FB. His dragonborn character from his DnD campaign stands proudly on the island.
I had idea for such crossover for a while. Dragonborn Dovakiin in the outskirts of Whiterun ^^ I think, there should be mod with playable DnD dragonborn or anthro dragons in Skyrim, and not being another reskin of argonians ^^
New art, featuring scalecommander Emberthal.
Scalecommander Emberthal. She plays important role in World of Warcraft: Dragonflight expansion. Emberthal is one of five scalecommanders of dracthyr and leader of Adamant Vigil. I really this character and her look and she deserved some artwork. Possible i will do some more art with her.
Vol Hang explores old ruins. Which appears to be remains of former city-state Llylgamyn, featured in previous games. After centuries it becomes abandoned. It is where Wizardry 6 begins.
"Proud wandering Warrior, gentle Dragon" Next Wizardry fanart, featuring Vol Hang. Now full height and equipped with his alternate outfit, seen on some artwork.
Another art with previously featured Vol Hang character in more peaceful enviroment, who invites you to join his party.
"Proud wandering Warrior, gentle Dragon" Name: Vol Hang Race: Dracon Gender: Male Age: 19 Class: Fighter → Lord
New fanart for 33-year old game Wizardry 6! ^^ Vol Hang is character only featured in game guide, but i really like his apperance and decided to make series of art. And i really like dracon species in this games, and i think, they deserve more attention ^^
Random sketch with random anthro character, i just have in mind. I playing stealth-based character in RPGs with similiar expression. Especially when you're close to take some artifact or rare item ^^
I had this character design in mind a long time and now i completed it. It is still unnamed character, but possible you will see this guy again. And i really like this design, simple and beautiful same time ^^
Artwork which took a lot of time to finish. Featuring main character for one upcoming story (when i will have a time to start it). He is unnamed yet. He is adventurer who traveled a lot around the world and sometimes in others. His journey will lead this draconian into being involved in one conspiracy which becomes threat to his homeworld.
Dracons are playable species from very old Wizardry games series. Their origins explained simple. They are result of... close relations between dragons and humans. They naturally big strength and agility and have ability to breath acid on their enemies. I would like this species to be remembered, because there are not much artwork with them in the internet. I am going to draw more of them in future. There are alredy several sketches.
Art with attractive darcarian warrior. She is part of forest daracarians, who lives in jungles and forests, and they have a deep connection to the nature. They build cities on the biggest trees. Forest darcarians usualy have scales colored in many variations of green.
Ashnarey daughter of Ackon Druid of the Moon, brass Dragonborn “All in this world is connected by invisible strings. Sometimes those strings die and rot - that is how all eldritch affect them. My duty is to heal the nature from it and thus preserve the Balance.” Art made for my friend Azura Thunderclaw
Someone came to life and yes it's me😅. Well, my boy's reference and full-fledged art with him. I'm tired of drawing grass...