#Unavar of Darrath

[khalliys]

Surprise, it's happened. Got a little bit of a hyperfixation on my own DnD character right now, lol.

Her name is Unavar and she's a big buff half-orc druid. Second picture is a comfy drawing of her as a little kid with one of her moms.

Now I'm in the dnd artist camp of "a lot of the stuff I want to draw right now are things I can't post, because it's unrevealed backstory stuff and there's potential that my party members might find it" >:[

[khalliys]

Part 1 of 2 | (Part 2)

After a surprise attack by ice mephits and a blizzard, Unavar - a 15-year-old druid in training - got separated from her supervisors. She had managed to kill the mephit pursuing her, but got grievously wounded in the process. Out of spells and wildshapes, physical weapons abandoned, she tried to find her companions again while slowly bleeding out. Stumbling, getting up again, stumbling, falling, getting up again, step by weaker step, driven forward by a single minded, terrified focus to survive. Until her legs wouldn't carry her anymore and all that was left was the storm and a numbing cold overtaking her body from inside. The mind sinking into a death spiral of fragmented hallucinations and memories with no clear line between. As fate or luck - if there's a difference - would have it, somebody else was out there and found Unavar in the very nick of time.

This is a comic for a private dnd campaign, Unavar is my character and Emery belongs to Queen-of-Chaos (not on tumblr).

Song inspiration: Into the Storm by Piotr Musiał

[khalliys]

(Part 1) | Part 2 of 2

The desperate face of her mother blurred into that of an unfamiliar... person? They were small yet also larger than life with the way the storm didn't seem to touch them, glowing and golden but not exactly warm. Unavar didn't know if she was still hallucinating or if this was something divine, someone there to take her to wherever you have to go next. She could feel the biting wind again, though, along with the ache in her limbs and the pain of her wounds, so Unavar just had to assume her time hadn't fully run out just yet. Her grip might have been weak, but her request was still determined. With the stranger's help, Unavar heaved herself upright again and stumbled forward once more.

This is a comic for a private dnd campaign, Unavar is my character and Emery belongs to Queen-of-Chaos (not on tumblr).

Song inspiration: The Shepherd by Piotr Musiał