#commander/lann

[queen-scribbles]

For Next Time

Playing with the dialogue from the end of Lann's personal quest bc Trinne wanted to put her own flair on it. 😉 ---

Trinne had concocted and carried out her share of harebrained schemes in her life, some solo and some with help from siblings or friends. None were as crazy as the words she'd just heard come out of Lann's mouth.

Her fingers latched onto Woljif's arm, drawing a startled yelp. "Did he just-?!"

"Yeah." It came from Seelah, hands tight on the haft of her glaive and gaze fixed in the same direction as Trinne's. "We still waiting...?"

Trinne nodded, yes stuck in her throat and fingers digging into Woljif's wrist. "I trust him. That he can do this." And she did, of course she did. That trust didn't preclude her heart pounding as she watched and waited. Or the lingering thought, You die here because you dared a demon to poison you, I'll drag you back from Pharasma's court myself to yell at you.

No. I trust him. I trust him, I trust him, I trust him. Maybe if she repeated it enough times--

"Chieeefff, owowow," Woljif hissed, "Could y- ow, Chief-"

"Sorry." She loosened her grip-- and then squeezed twice as hard a moment later as Savamelekh's stinger plunged into Lann's chest. ItrusthimItrusthimItrusthim-

"Chief-!" Woljif's voice was a whine now, but Trinne's grasp loosened of its own accord as Lann wavered but didn't fall, as he threw the demon's enticements back in its face, as he hollered defiance and encouragement to his fellow mongrels.

Her heart was pounding for an entirely different reason now, a grin curving her lips as she fully released Woljif's arm to reach for her quarterstaff. All but a few of the mongrels rallied at Lann's words, shaking off the demonic influence to launch themselves at their progenitor.

"Now," Trinne hissed in answer to Seelah's question before she asked it, gathering storm energy around her.

The fight didn't last long. All of Savamelekh's power couldn't save it from Trever's greatsword or Lann's arrows, and the few mongrels it had corrupted into service fell swiftly to blades and magic. While Sosiel and Seelah saw to the freed mongrels' injuries, and Woljif and Trever ensured the dead foes were dead, Trinne beelined for Lann.

"Hold still," she demanded as healing magic glowed in her palm. She wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to smack him in exasperation or kiss him in relief right now, but she could heal the stinger wound trailing blood down his stomach while she made up her mind.

Lann obeyed, swiping black trickles off his face before clasping his hands at the back of his neck to keep out of her way. "Well, there we go." It was impossible to miss how satisfied he sounded. "Not another mongrel will die today." She caught him glancing at her hand pressed more forcefully to his chest and her expression must've been thunderous as her favorite spells because his eyes went just a little sheepish. "unless... there's one more mongrel who's still in for it?"

"What, and deprive myself of your fabulous company?" Trinne deadpanned. He let his arms fall and she reluctantly pulled her hand away from the warmth of him. But he was warm and talking to her and alive. He hadn't gotten himself killed. "You could have told me, y'know," she groused, lightly whacking the back of his head, careful of the angle so her arm didn't catch on his horn. "You know I'm all for brilliant, crazy plans."

"...I'll keep that in mind for next time," he chuckled. "If there is one. But I was worried this might be a little too far even for you, and I needed to do it. For myself, for my tribe." He held her gaze steadily. "It's important I make you proud--"

Trinne grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged him into a hug. "You do," she whispered fiercely. She held tight as she could for a long moment before pulling back to look him in the eye. "I'm proud of you, Lann. And I trust you, and I'll have your back for anything. I would just like some warning to prepare myself if someone I care about is planning to do something crazy, like, oh, tell a demon prince to sting him. Just... for next time, if there is one."

Lann laughed sheepishly. "Well, I didn't know I'd be doing that precisely, so I couldn't have gotten quite so specific, but... noted. Next time I do something insane that I might not survive, I promise to warn you."

"Thank you," Trinne said with faux-gravitas. Something inside her twisted at the thought of him not surviving. She shook it off. "For the record, I'm really glad you did survive this one."

"Heh, me, too." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, wasn't sure I would. I wanted to." He said the words like a revelation. "Wanted to hear... well, anything really; compliments, curses, you chewing me out for out-crazying you... anything that meant hearing your voice again."

Ironic, then, that the confession left her speechless.

Lann cleared his throat, the human half of his face bright pink. "Or... you know, see our weird crew.," he mumbled, gaze now on the tiefling and former gladiator rather than look at her. "Just to live longer in general."

"That's a good goal." It came out soft, not enough air in her lungs to give it more volume. She took a breath and cleared her throat. "We all like having you around."

He kicked the dusty stone. "Good... good to know--" Something caught his lowered gaze and he grimaced. "Oh, dammit." He bent to retrieve the longbow he'd dropped at some point during the fight. "I may have survived, but something didn't," he said grimly, showing her the deep crack in the top curve. "I liked this bow...."

Trinne snickered. "We'll get a new one. I think it's the least you deserve after that." She nodded toward the sting-mark dead center on his chest, still an angry red despite her healing. "It's not gonna be trouble, is it? Are you part demon now or anything?"

"I don't think so," Lann said slowly. "I don't feel any different right now, but I guess we'll have to see." Something mischievous danced in his eyes. "If I'm craving human flesh at dinner, that might be a problem."

She snorted and whacked his arm. "I think craving human souls would be a bigger problem, but I'll keep an eye out."

"Thanks, I appreciate you watching out for me," he drawled. Sincerity took over half a heartbeat later. "I really do, Trinne. That and... everything else. I.. Without you and everything you've done for me, I don't think I would have survived... this."

Trinne shook her head, slipping her hand in his to give it a squeeze. "You're givin' me too much credit."

"No, I'm not." He squeezed back, human side of his face giving a wry smile. "Without knowing you believed in me, in what I can do, I wouldn't have had any reason to keep on living. Heroic sacrifice to save my people's a good way to go, right?"

She bit her lip, mentally replaying the times he'd talked about dying, from the sardonic and joking to the serious mentions of mongrel lifespans, and squeezed his hand harder. "Happy to help," was all she could think to say.

"It's a little more than help." Lann studied their joined hands, then looked up to meet her eyes. "You turned everything in my life on its head, and it's the best thing that ever happened to me." His cheek shaded pink again. "And to my tribe, too, I bet."

"I am good at shaking things up," Trinne said with exaggerated innocence and pretending not to notice his blush.

"I mentioned that's a good thing, right?"

"Mm-hm. Lann?" She tugged him back when he started to step away, pressed a kiss to his cheek just at the corner of his mouth. "You're good for me, too."

"I'll, uh, I'll keep that in mind." This time he did disengage, angling toward the mongrel tribesmen. "I should.. make sure they're okay."

Trinne nodded and watched him go, grinning when his hand flexed and curled at the same time hers did.

[arainaizevran]

A gorgeous commission of post-wedding Lann and Tane by the amazing @cecikiwi 💖💗💓💞💘💝❤️‍🔥❣️

ref from one of my favourite photoshoots

[thanatosbutlikethedeathdrive]

No one knows this fandom, but I'll post it anyway.

[kutkhart]

This is one of the first pieces of art with companions (o´∀`o)

I drew this art a long time ago. It’s hard for me mentally to post some of my old work.

[zkretchy]

Look, you gotta appreciate the timing I got for these kinda quests

[nnibarrel]

How I see Wenduag when decision in the beginning to take Lann's side.

[yunessa]

Lann, Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous You can see my WOTR story here or check out my other WOTR art here Check out @weatherbane for their amazing art!

[alittlecrazy23]

Don’t worry my potato, we will definitely see the sea.

[heca-teaa]

(Idk if this is posted twice?)

But I finally got these two married in my run for her and I’m endlessly entertained by the idea of Lann still being absolutely so excited when she shows him affection hehe

Edit: not me shading her neck thinking it was his shoulder, I was very tired last night

[sadruru]

Bursting through the door with a trade for you @doctorpasta! 🌚👉💚💙👈 Your Lady Commander made me feel pleasantly nostalgic for when I was first introduced to the Pathfinder:WotR. Let them dance until the break of dawn! ☀

[noelle666]

Not Rogue Trader related, but let it be here since, you know, Tumblr is the best place you can espress your thoughts and love on a fandom/fandoms you are currently involved (in any way: be it an admiration/reposting of works of others or creating something yourself).

So... Suddenly my commander became a married woman yesterday. =D

All I can say is Lann "I am trying" (as I call him) is very very nice and kind guy, honest, loving and straightforward. Owlcat writers are gods, really, it feels like they somehow know what people like. Sometimes he reminded me of Shreck (sorry if somebody may find it offensive but I can't get this assosiation out of my head), but it's not a bad thing, it is cute in Lann's case.

I am still playing, trying to get to "A Dance of Masks" as fast as possible to see what activities we'll have (need to do many things still like my companions quests and other stuff).

[catboygirling]

lannia propagandaaaaa

art blog | ko-fi

[drizzerey]

Driz is a thick girl, but Lann doesn't mind lol little bit from the fanfic I'm working on. Driz's mysterious wound acted up on her and she lost a lot of blood and being out where there is chaos energy makes it really hard to recover. Driz might pout but that's cause Lann is too cute for his own good. She is also not wearing her normal clothes cause they were covered in blood, so she has some they found, and she needed a cloak to cover herself cause the shirt don't work very well.

[tacticalfiend]

[kutkhart]

In this version I updated Regill

[zkretchy]

I know I know, the usual interaction snippets back at the tavern or Drezen are probably just whatever everyone is doing around the city and not a big sleepover-but consider this: what if it is anyway