#Valric - OC

[cedarw00div]

when the...the gates r bald....times three....

[onshadowsedge]

The Cast of On Shadow's Edge

On Shadow's Edge is an adult high/epic fantasy with themes of found family, enemies to lover, lqbtq+ req, a dash of wlw spice, and personal growth. Short Blurb: Joining the local thieves guild was supposed to put a roof over Freedom's head, not put her on the run from an insane mage with goals of godhood. The same mage who wishes to kidnap her boss's son and possess his body to have a younger more powerful vessel.

Freedom: FMC

Freedom is a female Rime elf, who works as a thief and assassin. Trained from childhood to be a fighter, guard, and killer, she's moved those skill into her new profession. They've served her well in her life of crime. As well as running from the elite bounty hunters from her home country who wish to capture her for a murder she didn't commit. She's prone to claiming she doesn't have friends or people she cares about to simply keep others safe, but those who know her best know that's bullshit and call her friend anyway. Freedom is loyal, suspicious, smart, and under it all kind and loving. She just refuses to show it most of the time as a defense mechanism.

Amon: MMC

Amon Vahana is a Zephyr elf, who, much to Freedom's dismay, works for The Hunt (the bounty hunters chasing her). When he arrives to take her back home for her crimes she instantly hates him. He refuses to believe her story about not committing the murder or about her abusive childhood. As the days pass and he gets to know her, sees things, and hears things his opinion begins to change. Amon is loyal, smart, insanely tall, kind, patient, and protective.

Valric: MMC

The human Marquis Valric Highwater is the son of Archduke Victor and Archduchess Marilyn Highwater. He is a city guard, which is lead by his father. He is a handsome young man and knows it. His parents are a bit disappointed in his choice of less than stand up friends and the bad habits he picks up from them. They have great hopes that he can put his power of Recall, as he calls it, to some benefit that will serve a higher purpose. He is sent with Freedom to rescue [Name Redacted to Avoid Spoilers] whom their enemy is after where he swordsmanship and Recall skills can be put to use.

Valric is kind, a little naive about the world, sweet, a bit snobbish at times with a dash of vanity mixed in, but otherwise a good man in spite of his flaws.

Inva: FMC

Priestess Inva Adebayo is a God-Touched woman who was visiting the city on Pilgrimage to the local temple when everything went sideways. Archduchess Marilyn had met her elsewhere before and offered her shelter when she came to the city. While there, Victor drew her into the machinations going on with the insane mage. She is a cleric and healer, but also a fighter and not afraid to blast someone with divine energy or an arrow. Which ever is more effective at the moment.

Inva is patient, kind, loving, sweet, smart, supportive, understanding, gentle and... alright she'd pretty damn perfect much to Freedom's dismay.

Stefyan: MMC - Antagonist

Master Mage Stefyan Kaldor is insane. Not because he believes he's a god, or is attempting to rise to godhood. Because he's just pure evil and will hurt anyone who gets in the way of his plans. He has beguiled and manipulated the king, Archduke Victor's younger brother, tortured and seriously injured Freedom. And in addition to his own godhood, he appears poised to try to bring back primordial gods that the current pantheon banished thousands of years ago because they were evil.

Stefyan is smart, evil, nasty, vindictive, controlling, powerful, cruel, and perverse.

[eternalwritingstudent]

Sunday Snippet

This is an amusing bit from later in the book. Sorry you get it without context. Have to read the whole book for that once I get it published. ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍ ֍

The arms and legs were bothering me the more I woke up. Someone was lying on me. I froze, my heart jumping into my throat. My mind, still sleepy, panicked. It screamed I needed to run away from Tristian. My breath was coming fast, the sound of it loud in my ears as I kept my eyes squeezed shut. With deliberate, but slow movement, I made myself open them. A whimper of fear threatened to slip from my throat, but I swallowed it down. The shelter I saw above me told me I wasn't with Tristian or in his house. What if he had followed us though?

I tried to make myself look down to check the color of the arm across my body, but what if he wore the necklace that made him look human? How would I know? What if he made himself look like Valric or Akira? Oh, gods. What if one of them had been him this whole time?

This was not helping. My heart was beating so fast I became lightheaded. I had to calm down. If it was Tristian, this would not help me get away. I took a few deep breaths, making myself count as I breathed in and out. Then I tried again to look down. It took me two more tries, before I could bring my eyes down to find an acorn hued arm across my waist. More weight pressed on my leg, but not enough to cause pain. I swallowed hard and forced myself to turn my head to confirm the face connected to the arm I knew. Panic danced along my nerves like an Amber Coast chime dancer.

The corkscrew curls on the sand next to me made my stomach unknot and my heart slowed. My breathing became easier. It was Valric. We were in the tent, free and on our way to Herliun with Akira. The worry one of them was Tristian in disguise ate at me, but I worked my best to ignore it and calm myself.

I needed out from under him if in order to cool off and calm down all the way. I shifted, trying not to wake him, attempting to gently lift his arm off of me. He groaned the moment I did and pulled me close, turning on his side and burying his nose in my neck. The whimper I'd been holding in left me then. It was Valric. I repeated it over and over to myself trying to push through the fear shaking my body. I could do this. I cleared my throat.

"Valric, wake up. We have to go."

My voice shook far more than I wanted it too. This was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I felt trapped in my own body, something terrifying me that I couldn't run away from or control.

"Baby, shhhh. There's plenty of time before I have to go to sword drills." He snuggled his cheek against mine, his beard tickling my face.

I knew he didn't realize what he was doing as he dreamed, or lingered in that space just shy of waking. My mind still went through a rush of emotions all the same. Fear hit me first, breath coming out in gasps again. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to fight. I wouldn't let this beat me. This would not become my legacy. A woman afraid of existing in the world with other people because my mind was being irrational.

I needed to remember this was Valric, and he meant me no harm. He didn't know what he was doing. He would die of embarrassment if he was aware of what he said. That idea amused me enough it helped me find a focus. I got my body somewhat under control, enough I stopped crying. A soft chuckle left me at the image of his face in my mind when he realized what was happening. It drew another reaction from him though.

"Mmm, beautiful, I'm still sleeping. Shhhh…" He lowered his arm and pulled me against him by my waist, strong fingers curling against my skin. He kissed the back of my neck before he snored.

Between the snore and being fully awake, I fought back the rush of panic. To be honest, if me and Valric had met in another life, I might have spent the night with him at some point. There was, sadly for him, no chance in this life. Thirty years ago? Twenty even? But, he'd been born in the wrong era, to the wrong family, and at a time where I wanted no complications in my life. Besides, thirty years ago, I wouldn't have felt so strange about our ages.

"Um… Valric? I appreciate the compliments, but we gotta go."

Valric's eyes popped open as I reached back and poked his ribs. "Mmm… what?"

His eyes met mine as I gazed back at him. I hoped it wasn't obvious I'd been crying. It took a moment for the sleep to clear his mind and realize he'd cuddled up to me. His eyes grew wide, a blush spreading across his cheeks and neck. He bolted up, hitting the side of the tent.

"Whoa! You'll tear the tent down." I couldn't help laughing at his reaction as I reached out to keep him from falling backwards. I wasn't healed enough to be that fast.

He pitched backwards as the sand shifted beneath his feet. Arms wind milled as he plummeted backward. The tent spikes on my side pulled free from the sand and I found myself under the open night sky, a breeze blowing my sweat dampened hair. The sudden jerk of the tent had pulled the floors ties free from the tent, so I got to pleasantly sit, while Valric thrashed and yelled.

I laughed, the feeling and sound a relief after my awful waking. The sound loud in the silent desert. Akira's tent opened. He was rubbing his face as he stepped out, watching the tent flailing through the sand.

"Don't ask. It's ridiculous."

[cedarw00div]

OUGH!!!! I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!

Okay so I do not know where the nautaloid went after the Githyanki started to attack it, but I imagine it went to Icewind Dale and the constant tremors caused Kaimana to fall into the ravine that the Nautiloid was traveling through.

Sanaursi was just traveling through lands south of Baldur's Gate and she was picked up along the way.

Iru was a part of the forces that were fighting the Nautiloid and ended up getting hit by one of the tentacles and being brought onto the ship

Agnezes was the only one to not be on a nautiloid and instead was tadpoled by Minthara.

Where was your Tav when the nautiloid abducted them?

[ask-wb-alexandra]

[kiaradimari]

So earlier today I made an offer to @eternalwritingstudent to create an image of one of her OC’s.  She had a toss-up between two that she was tempted to see and gave me the option between which one I thought might be eaiser to do. 

lol I couldn’t choose either and wanted the challenge.   So her OC’s got to cross over from her two WIP’s into one image for tonight. I only hope that I got at least close to what she envisioned.   If it so pleases, may I introduce Vilanna from Soul of Iddia and Valric from Thief :) 

I know I promised by Monday night latest, but I apparently managed to find a bit extra time tonight lol.  Surprise? (I’m sorry if the tribal facial tatoo didn’t come out as you envisioned… It was kind of a test for me ^_^”)

[firelara]

Haven’t posted about this new OC here before, but I recently joined a DND session!

This is my Elf fighter, Ava Valric! I really love her design so far and I’m excited to see what kind of adventures she’ll go on !!

Hope you enjoy! ovo/

[eternalwritingstudent]

A bit of fall out from some terrible things they just went through. A softer, more emotional side of Freedom I don't share much to avoid spoilers, but here we go.

I laughed, turning back to the horses, stopping to re-tighten my boots to help with the limping a bit. I was feeding the horses when he tackled me into the sand. It hurt, but the panic rose like it had never left, drowning me.

My heart started speeding again and I couldn't get a good breath. I did my best to hold on as he gazed down at me. I didn't want either of them to see me like this. I could fake my way through it. This was Valric. He wouldn't hurt me. Oh, gods, why did he have to loom over me? I wanted to look away, cover my face, but I gripped hands full of sand to keep from moving them. I blinked the tears that threatened to spill away rapidly. Sand in my eyes if he asked.

"You forget you said some embarrassing things when you were recovering. Don't make me play dirty." He raised up, giving me some space, which helped my breathing some.

My voice shook more than I cared for as I spoke. This was too much on top of waking as we had. I blinked harder, looking to the side towards Akira's tent. It bothered me less for him to see tears if they got free, than it did Valric. I wasn't supposed to protect Akira. I was supposed to protect Valric. How could I do that if I kept falling apart?

"That's like threatening a drunk with more alcohol. Not going to stop me."

"Maybe, but I know how to make the scary thief twitch." He leaned in more, closing the distance again.

"No, you don't. Now let me up. We're losing time." I pushed at his chest, not liking where this was going or how close he was. I beginning to physically shake. I was going to lose it before I could get away. I was cracking.

He took hold of my face, turning me to look at him. I knew my eyes were too large. I could feel how far they were stretched. He leaned in, his lips hovering right over mine. My heart vaulted into my throat and my legs tried to draw up into a ball, but I couldn't with him laying on me. My stomach rolled with fear, skin growing clammy. I couldn't breathe at all; my lungs wouldn't move. My head spun, and I felt myself spiraling downward.

"You are beautiful."

I broke. A sob left me and the tears flowed down my face. A choked, terrified sound left me, but before Valric could react, he flew backwards from me. Akira stood looming over him as I curled up into a sobbing ball of panic and fear. Valric groaned with how hard he landed, but I didn't care. I wanted to crawl in the sand and disappear.

"What in the Gods name, Akira? We were playing around. I didn't know she'd react like that? Overprotective much?"

"Are you an idiot? Look at her!"

I was ashamed of my reaction. Ashamed of letting Valric get to me. Ashamed of them seeing me like this. I knew I was pale. I was trying to focus on them, but my mind was locked on other visions.

"You're beautiful, puppet. Your scars accent it. It's artwork, a masterpiece. Perhaps we'll add more later."

"I was kidding around. She knows I wouldn't hurt her." Valric's voice trailed off and the sensation of his gaze on my body as I curled into the fetal position was heavy. "I'm sorry, Freedom. I'm such an idiot. An ass."

I didn't reply, trying to breathe. My whole body shook as I lay there, staring at nothing, the tears streaming down my face adding to the shame. My brain didn't care where the shame was coming from only that it was there.

Akira pushed Valric back in the sand when he got up and tried to approach me. I could hear the grunt of the impact. Instead, Akira knelt behind me. I wanted to push him away, crawl across the sand as distant as I could get until I was lost. A sense of calm and safety came with him though, along with the stomach fluttering. Tristian never made me feel this way.

I felt his hand hesitating over my shoulder and I tensed, prepared for more bad reactions, but he touched me and I didn't run screaming. With the care you'd use with glass or porcelain that was too thin, he rolled me over. I kept hold of my legs, making him turn me in a ball. My sense of safety was growing. That was all he did before he laid down next to me. He was close enough I couldn't ignore him, but not so close I thought he was moving to hug me or hold me. I couldn't take that right now.

My eyes met those mesmerizing blues, and I felt like I could fall into them. He laid his hand down on the sand in front of me. Simply laid it there, not moving it or anything. My hand trembled as I reached out, my pinky laying over his index finger. The light touch was like a safety line and I curled my finger over his afraid he'd slip away.

"You're safe. You're with me and…. Valric." I suspected he wanted to say something less polite than his name.

I nodded, shaking, but my I growing calmer. The tears were falling less frequently. "I'm safe."

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[countxcrimson]

Quick and simple busts of some of my WoW OCs!

On the left we have Kestrasz (He/Him), my red dragon! He’s often disguised as a blood elf and in that form he is referred to as “Kestran”

On the right we have Valric Echogloom (Fluctuates between He/They/She), my void elf warlock! They often change their form depending on how they’re feeling (femme form, masc form, etc.), Their sayaad does the same.

[viktortalon]

Sir Valric von Zoltan Diabolos

I thought it was a crime I didn't have an OC that was a skeleton so I made a sona that was one.

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[doodlesfromthebird]

I broke down some of the OC notes I put on DA.

Man I have so many OCs how the heckie am I gonna do torso studies for all of them...

[cedarw00div]

Agnezes has no morals and says yes to everything, and that's why Astarion thought he could manipulate her through sex(she ended up befriending him but letting him ascend)

[cedarw00div]

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[cedarw00div]

@archduke-enver-gortash

I had another image with them, but I didn't have the energy to draw them. But here they are!! The silly people!!

[cedarw00div]

There are two wolves inside of me. One wants to make Raphael the worst person alive to Agnezes and torture her, and the other wants to make him be kind to Agnezes while still being a little shit. They are both kissing and fighting eachother.

[cedarw00div]

I wish there was an option to make your Tav not be from Baldur's Gate because all my Tavs aren't from Baldur's Gate.

Like Agnezes grew up in Elturel and knew all of the tieflings that were traveling to Baldur's Gate, Sanaursi never recognized any of the cities and places she went to due to being forced to perform in a traveling circus, Iru is from Creche Yllek and would realistically never enter Baldur's Gate unless she was ordered by one of her Kith'raks, and Kaimana as we know is from Icewind Dale

I will never choose Baldurian options for them in playthroughs because their asses are NOT Baldurian