#Arbalest

[shhheep]

call him dog the bounty hunter the way he-

leaves the room

[emlos]

what do the heroes do when not fighting in the dungeons?

[speedpaint]

[alphamecha-mkii]

ARX-7 Arbalest by Jugon_Sushi

[glub3]

[dt75artblog]

made a guy based on the damp goodwill amulet i bought

[nirvanacuga]

SandWing soldiers!

Less liberal use of metal compared to SkyWings because they mainly quarry gold, not iron. They are one of the two tribes who have the technology to create the human-borrowed weapon 'crossbows'. Their version of the armament retains it's original reference size.

Left side is a SandWing general clad in standard iron armor. Right is a regular soldier with light leathers underneath linen surcoat.

Their stingers are natural counters to those wearing chainmail and other thinner arms so they didn't have to get creative with their choices. They strike a good balance of mobility and defense, with higher ranking dragons having the freedom to wear any piece they wish. The lower ends however are fit with camel and chameleon leathers, sometimes aketon coating below the layers which is good protection against the vicious tribe's venom and is decent against unarmed and armed attacks.

[osplague]

The last nine of my Darkest Dungeon Modern AU cast (Sovereignty)

Everyone is here :)

[curlytsunamiart]

bravo! bravo!

[janrockart]

Pvt. Arbalist Vasquez

[okaydrawboy]

Sir Colin Quillet IV, Abolgian Arbalist Commander/Captain more historical fantasy nonsense for my big project, ty for the love <3

[fllagellant]

Like the thing that is already reallly compelling to me for arbalest/musketeer is that they are similar kit wise like you can have them set up for the same sort of party role as a back line heal / mark clear / position 3 and 4 hitter but they also have their own shit that separates them from each other . But it’ s also that they are very different women at the end of the day like Musketeer is a failed champion who is clearly bitter about her loss and is seeking glory in the most Dangeous Way , while also Clearly already suffering from Something Else while the Arbalest was forced into being a markswoman as a child literally forced to trade stuffed toy for a weapon and now has been raising herself into being the Weapon she wields so entirely . She is survival made manifest and by god will she

Like the set up is so . SO perfect . But then I take My Musketeer and My Arbalest ( please welcome to the stage Aschuill and Cugey ) and THEN you throw the crimson curse on top like . They already have a messy relationship they try not to work together because they dont want the other in their way Aschuill feels like she constantly has to prove herself as equal to or Better that Cugey while Cugey wants Aschuill to stop treating this like a game all the time … and then Aschuill gets the Crimson Curse .

She’ s the first one to come down with it too so there’ s that period of time when no one knows what the fuck is going on with her . She went to the courtyard and came back Seemingly okay … ? Only to start wasting and suddenly she’ s the largest threat to everyone and Yet . Cugey still risks a seat at the bar with her . And bc she is the first one to have caught it she has to be the one to figure out how to live With It and what to do About It . So when the others start coming down with it they actually have a plan

So when Cugey and Aschuill go into the courtyard together on an expedition and everyone understands the risks but they also have two people already Effected by the curse on their expedition party they assume they could manage to avoid anyone else getting infected …. Until Cugey does come down with the curse and that night . At camp . She looks to Aschuill to try and get her to tell her she’ s wrong about what she’ s experiencing and that none of this is the crimson curse but some sort of other illness she’ d managed to catch and Aschuill is only able to smile sadly at her as Cugey has to come to the Realization and . Yeah , Hi guys

[leenukeath]

Childhood treasure

It was such a little thing. A bunch of old fabrics sewn together and barely holding with singed threads, yet something in it made the still young Bounty Hunter kneel down and pick it up.

A burned house, a grisly sight that dated a few days ago, the embers had turned to coals and the ashes had already been scattered by the winds. Many footsteps in the burnt floorboards, people had been there after the act.

The old rabbit plush had been spared ironically by ending up in an old pot over the chimney, singed but still salvageable. The question now was if its owner was still around to lay claim to it. Tardif sighed, there was little chance a child could survive a house burning, and even if they had escaped these woods were too dangerous for anyone without strong survival instincts and knowledge, whoever this toy belonged to, they were probably gone by now.

He should have thrown the thing away and gone back on his way but something stilled his hand, instead coaxing him to shove the sad burnt thing in his knapsack and take it with him. He figured maybe he would find a child who would want it later. A few days later when resting at an inn, he pulled it out again, examining the burn spots and pulling out his sewing kit. One of his old shirts that was too ragged to be used was cleanly cut to patch up the various holes making it look somewhat less miserable. A thorough wash in the bassin with some soap rinced away the soot and dark patches, leaving a somewhat less grimy looking but still lovingly used bunny. He hated to admit it but he was starting to get attached to it.

~

It never left his knapsack, Tardif would never be able to live with the shame of being caught with a plush toy in his possession but the rabbit in his bag had become a somewhat soothing presence in his life, a thing to hold and let witness his less dignified moments of weakness. For a lone fighter like him, the presence was welcome, even if it was only with eyes of threads.

~

It was in that damned estate that he thought he was finally going to break. His will thrown against the walls of horrors they were constantly being submitted to alongside the threat of death made the facade of strength harder to keep up with each day. His secret possession in his bag beneath his bunk felt more and more important to anchor himself to this reality.

Then one day Missandei mentionned the forest she used to live in, and the fire. When asked about it, she spoke about how she had to run away when she was barely eight, holding her father's crossbow that she had had to trade for her dear rabbit… He knew he had found her, that he should give her what was rightfully hers back, but it tore his heart as well. His precious companion taken away from him, who would he allow to see his tears now?

Yet the thought of a child forced to grow into a killer much too fast, faster than even he had to made him reconsider. And the next day he brought her a box containing their little treasure of fabric and stuffing. "You made her a little outfit?!" exclaimed Missandei when she picked it up, examining the cautiously sewn together pullover on the plush rabbit. Tardif nervously rubbed the back of his neck: "Well it was such a sad thing when I found it… figured I'd make it less miserable."

Missandei happily took her rabbit back, to Tardif's slight chagrin, but her genuine happiness in the following days was a slight ray of light in the darkness of this world. She made sure to spend as much time as she could with the usually reserved Bounty Hunter, to his reluctant appreciation, and sometimes came back to him asking for help with repairs and weapon maintenance. Tardif may have lost a dear trinket, but had gained a friend, the rarest reward he had ever been blessed with.

[soupedepates]

My headcanon is that this is the official lesbian gang

[mecharoulette]

ARX-7 Arbalest

Pilot: Sagara Sousuke Origin: Full Metal Panic

1x:

[gaertan]

DD Ych opossum arbalest

Another darkest dungeon YCH! This time for tinygiantplasticmonsters on tumblr, of their punk opossum oc SLOTS OPEN ANEW AS WELL

[victusinveritas]

Zielona Villacar.

Photo by Piotr Müller