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[rekhtion]

Samus Aran by Rekhtion ⚡️ 040

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Villain: Dreava Bleek, Gallowood Sheriff

It's a gruesome business enforcing the law, especially when the laws are written by an aristocracy who wants their subjects submissive and terrified and it's your business to keep them that way.

There have always been people like Dreava Bleek, blunt instruments that enforce the social order so those at the top needn't bloody their hands. They do it for many reasons; coin, ambition, sadism, but in the case of this villain it's misplaced righteousness: Dreava has had a hatred burning in the pit where her heart should be since she was a child, a bone deep conviction that if people just knew their place and followed the rules that the world could be a place of pace. Nevermind the powerful that abuse the system for their own gain, nevermind the starving poor who break the law only to fill their bellies. In Dreava's word there are only good citizens and criminals, and criminals will hang.

Adventure Hooks:

Dreava earned both her reputation and her title in her campaign against the Gallerwood outlaws, a band of highwaymen who were famed for robbing everyone from wizards and duchesses and who Dreava left hanging from the trees along the edge of their forest. After her little stunt folks started calling the area "Gallowwood" and speaking of how her victims still haunt the roads looking for one last take. Some others mention a secret hideout that the sheriff never found, in which the thieves kept their most valued treasures.

The two easiest ways for the party to end up in Dreava's sights are to already be criminals, or to make themselves the enemy of some belligerent noble who can accuse them (accurately or not) of some transgression of the law

Backgorund: Dreava was young when darkness was wrought upon her soul, when a series of poor harvests and overstepping officials saw her little village rise with its neighbours in a revolt against their feudal overlord. She lost her home and her mother not in the uprising itself but in the violent pillage the lord's forces were allowed after its brutal suppression.

A flip of the coin and Dreava could have been a rebel fighting against authority, but in those grim days the alchemy of terror instilled in her an understanding of just what happens when the poor overstep the place allotted to them by their betters.

Since then her life has followed a pattern. Get hired on by some lord after having difficulty with bandits or other such rabblerousers. Make a show of brutal violence that seems to put an end to the problem for good. Continue to build her reputation until she either becomes her patron's bloody left hand, making their followers just as brutal and jackbooted as she is. End up entering into the service of another lord either on recommendation or after she's ousted for some violence that not even the benefice of the nobility can forgive.

Further Adventures:

Rather than a head on confrontation, Dreava will seek to bait the party into a trap, either by setting up an ambush or going after their known associates. Coerce, intimidate, brutalize, leashed in only by the very limit of what the law might allow. If she doesn't have proof of the party's guilt she'll drag them off to a dungeon to await a sham trial (from which they might be able to escape), but if she's been given the goahead by her superiors she'll gladly execute the heroes in the field, a grim situation which has it's own escape methods.

All her life the sheriff had sworn by the goddess Erathis, seeing herself as a champion of law and civilization. What a surprise for her then after the heroes sever her soul from her body to awake in the halls of the lord of all hells.  While the other gods turned their heads away in shame and disgust, Asmodeus watched with appreciation as Dreava bent her life to punishing sinners, and now offers her the chance to do so again, this time in his service. With a new master to serve and chip on her shoulder against the party Dreava will gladly agree, emerging from her damnation with a newly fiendish form. Consider having her emerge as a surprise villain several levels after the party thought her dead, and the head of a band of fiendish cultists.

Art

[jadegretz]

Kho Skaddis: Mandalorian Warrior by Jade Gretz

In the dense jungles of a remote planet in the Outer Rim, a lone figure moved with the silent grace of a predator. The trees, towering giants with leaves like blades, cast long shadows in the fading light, creating a tapestry of darkness. The air was thick with the scent of decay and the distant cries of unseen creatures. This world, unnamed and uncharted, was as hostile as it was mysterious, a place where even the most seasoned warriors tread carefully.

Kho Skaddis, a Mandalorian warrior of unparalleled skill, was no stranger to such environments. Her armor, a deep shade of midnight blue with accents of silver, blended seamlessly with the surroundings. The T-visor of her helmet glowed faintly, scanning the area for any sign of movement. She was here for a bounty, a creature so elusive and dangerous that it had been nothing more than a legend whispered in cantinas and bounty hunter circles. But legends had a way of turning into reality, and reality had a way of becoming a nightmare.

The bounty was known as the Vorcora, a beast said to be born from the nightmares of ancient civilizations. It was a creature of shadow, moving between worlds with ease, feeding on fear and despair. The reward for its capture was astronomical, enough to retire a hundred times over. But for Kho, it wasn’t just about the credits. It was about the challenge, the thrill of the hunt, and the satisfaction of conquering the unconquerable.

As she ventured deeper into the jungle, the atmosphere grew thicker, the darkness more oppressive. The trees seemed to close in on her, their branches like skeletal hands reaching out to ensnare her. But Kho was undeterred. Her senses were heightened, her body coiled like a spring, ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

Suddenly, a rustle in the bushes caught her attention. Her hand instinctively went to the blaster at her side, her fingers wrapping around the hilt with practiced ease. She didn’t fire immediately; Kho knew better than to waste ammunition on shadows. Instead, she waited, listening intently to the sounds around her. The jungle was alive with noise, but there …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

[anythingredfox]

One Piece Roronoa Zoro

I drew Roronoa Zoro from One Piece for a friend I met in Genshin Impact! I kind of drew it to be a possible pfp avatar, but I’m not sure if my drawing of Zoro looks cool enough to be one >_< I’m still pretty new to the One Piece series, but I’m looking forward to watching more!

[artbysarf]

ARTFIGHT 2024!

ATTACK:

https://artfight.net/attack/7070969.frieda

CHARACTER OWNED BY:

https://artfight.net/~Aarithan

[cal-tastrophe]

Did an arttrade on Twitter. This is my part <3

Never drew Cad Bane before, it was fun!

[mutantlord]

Bounty Hunter: (suggested by Matthew Fisher) Members of this caste are typically feared and distrusted — until their services are called upon to track down true villains or deal with some terrible foe that townspeople or local authorities can’t cope with on their own. This is one of the few pre-game castes that might remain the character’s day job once game play begins, and indeed, a whole adventure party could make their living as wandering bounty hunters, going from community to community tracking down criminals, dissidents, and marauding mutant monsters. From page XR-14

[therendergoddess]

It Takes Two.

[hfbeasty]

First meeting!

[trioxina245]

Warren Oates from Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia (1974), art by Ramon Villalobos

[mahiyana]

I had a revelation just two days before Christmas! I was feeling a bit uninspired this winter, but just after I delivered gifts to my friends while wearing my first-ever Christmas sweater, I had a thought: "sweaters!"

So, I present to you this year's gingerbread cookies edition! I chose my favorite Star Wars trio - Boba Fett, Mandalorian (Din Djarin), and Baby Yoda (Grogu). I'm quite pleased with the effect, but I plan to revisit this idea next year, so stay tuned! Especially since holiday-themed art seems to be the only kind of Star Wars art I create nowadays :/

Anyhow, happy holidays! I wish you all a lot of inspiration and creativity! <3

[jadegretz]

Wia Jonch: Mandalorian Warrior by Jade Gretz

The twin suns of Tatooine cast long shadows over the desolate landscape as Wiah Jonch, a formidable Mandalorian warrior, made her way towards the small town of Mos Zaku. The town, nestled between rugged cliffs and endless dunes, was a bastion of hope for the settlers who sought refuge from the tyranny of the Imperial Army. Wiah's mission was clear: defend the town from the impending onslaught of Imperial forces.

As she approached the outskirts of Mos Zaku, the air grew thick with tension. The settlers, a mix of humans and various alien species, had fortified their homes and businesses, turning the town into a makeshift fortress. Wiah's armor, a gleaming suit of beskar, reflected the harsh sunlight, and her helmet concealed the steely determination in her eyes.

The town's leader, a grizzled old man named Garron, met her at the entrance. His face was lined with worry, but a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes as he saw the Mandalorian warrior.

"We're grateful for your help, Wiah," Garron said, his voice strained. "The Imperials will be here soon. We've done what we can to prepare, but we need your expertise."

Wiah nodded, her voice modulated by the helmet's speaker. "I'll do what I can. Where are your defenses weakest?"

Garron led her through the narrow streets, pointing out strategic points and explaining their hastily constructed defenses. The townspeople had barricaded windows and doors, set up makeshift barricades, and armed themselves with whatever weapons they could find. It was clear they were ready to fight, but they lacked the training and experience needed to stand against a disciplined Imperial force.

Wiah assessed the situation quickly, her mind racing with strategies. "We'll need to set up a perimeter here," she said, pointing to a series of buildings that formed a natural choke point. "We'll funnel them into this area and pick them off one by one. Keep your best shooters here and here," she added, indicating two vantage points. "And set traps along this alleyway. We'll make them regret stepping foot in this town."

As the townspeople hurried to fo …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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[quinnzilla99]

Jango's never gonna give you up

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[plaguedlord]

was finally able to make something anyways enjoy some Flynn just doing what he dose best~