#i love that vyx looks so dead inside

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So I made my Vs with MetaHuman and I’M LOVE THEM SM (this will be so good for reference)

Got inspired by @angelwhispersunknown. Had to try it out when I saw Vanja looking so attractive. 

May have to adjust them a tad bit but I love em’ all already! :>

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I wrote this piece to earn some extra exp from my DM and I thought I would share it here for you to enjoy (comments and reblogs not only appreciated but ENCOURAGED!)

When Death House deposited them, bruised, broken and bloody onto the floor they ran, putting as much distance between them and that cursed place as possible until exhaustion and their wounds bore too heavy on their body. Alina offered to take first watch. She had much to think on. The vile aura of that house, the danger and the death...it left her feeling changed. Though not a stranger to death, she had never before been forced to face her own mortality. There had been no light. No god offering her a place in heaven. Just a cold, all-encompassing darkness. Alina didn't fear death, but it did put things into perspective. And reminded her of what she stood to lose. She checked her tourniquets. They would suffice until she could give her wounds proper treatment. Alina fetched a piece of paper from her backpack and wrote: 'Jarg and Hieronymus, I've set out to reunite with some other friends of mine. The Death House reminded me I have much room to learn and grow. For now, I will seek out my brother, end our estrangement and track down a friend of mine, Devir Harrington. I will be at the tavern where myself and Jarg first met in a years time. If you wish to keep adventuring together, meet me there.' Alina folded the letter up and placed it under a rock to hold it in place. She packed, and cast light to guide her way forward.

Creakwood Village took five days on foot to arrive back at. The roads were treacherous as always, but Alina managed to avoid confrontation, and arrived safely back at the boundaries of her home village. It looked as drab and depressing as before, the temple standing up proud in the center the only kempt building.

As Alina walked towards it, townsfolk stared, either from recognition or taking in her haggard appearance.

The inside if the temple was also the same--clerics tending to the sickly, sweeping the floor, or knelt at the feet of Osiris's statue in prayer.

Nyreena Vyx, head of the temple, was one of these. When Alina approached, she halted.

"Alina. Welcome back child," she said without turning.

"How did you know it was me?"

"Osiris foretold your arrival. I saw the horror you faced...and your death. But also your revival and triumph. I am so proud, child."

"I'm thankful. But it proved to me that I have much to learn. And to lose. Has my brother arrived home? I think he's due a furlough.

Nyreena turned to face her with a forlorn expression. "I had hoped not to be the one to share this news with you. Alim died, child. He never made it home."

A coldness seized and swept over her. Years had passed since she and Alim last saw one another but it did not soften the blow.

"But a parcel arrived for you."

Nyreena led Alina into her private chambers. She fished a large box our from under he bed, a letter attached to the top of it. Alina reached for the letter first. The intact wax-seal had no design by which to determine the sender. Alina broke it open.

Alina,

Craziest shit happened a few days ago. I got a vision of your latest antics, along with a message from your god: help her. I'd never had a god spoke to me before; I feel honored. Not as honored as you though, I imagine. You'll have to tell me what its to have a god watching out for you like when we meet up. I've attached a map along with your gift, so come find me and we'll spar--this time I'll make a proper warrior out of you.

-Devir

Alina smiled despite herself. It was comforting to know not everyone she cared about died. And now she had a way to find the man she originally set-out to look for.  She folded the letter and the map, placed them in her backpack and opened the package. Inside was a fine-looking set of scale armor. It was made in Osiris's color: the pieces of scaled metal armor gold, the fabric of the under-armor a deep, rich purple.  

Nyreena whistled. "That's a fine-looking set of armor. Must've cost someone a pretty penny."

"It's beautiful," Alina agreed.

"I'll leave you to try it on."

Alina, more accustomed to clerical robes and simple leather armor was at first befuddled by all the different separate pieces of armor and straps, not to mention the added weight of it. Several locks of her hair entangled with it enough for her to take a blade to it and hack off several inches until it fell just to her shoulders.

Alina stepped back out into the main temple room. Nyreena smiled when she saw her. "Now you look like a proper adventurer.

Alina looked down at the armor admiringly, "Maybe this set will protect me from door-scythes..."

"What?"

"Nothing! Nevermind!" Alina hugged Nyreena. "It was good to see you again. And I promise I will return in the near future."

"I hope so, child. This is your home."

Alina gave her a shoulder a squeeze before setting out again, map in hand.

The journey was roughly three days on foot, and the path was treacherous. She would have to travel into the Wailing Woods, rumored to be home to banshees. That was just like Devir, to camp out in such a dangerous place.

The Wailing Woods was a place that chilled her to the bone. Low-hanging mist embraced the exposed roots of trees. All of the branches were bare despite it being spring. The muddy floor of the forest was clear of any possible shed leaves. The air felt unnaturally cold and still, like it was dead. It wasn't as draining and penetrative as the death house, but it still sent a chill down her spine.

Alina cast light to pierce the gloom that had settled, illuminating the miserable view of the graveyard forest. Swift movement to the left drew her eye, but when she turned nothing was there. Alina started forward again when something heavy barreled into her, knocking her flat onto the cold, hard ground. The air was forcefully expelled from her lungs as she landed on her back. Momentarily dazed from pain, the grinning visage of Devir Harrington slowly came into view.

"Getting a bit slow there, old girl."

"You...you son of a...no I shan't finish that sentence."

Devir stood and proffered her hand. Alina ignored it and stood on her own. Devir merely kept his shit-eating grin on his face.

"Stop smiling so much. It's odd." Alina said as she brushed dirt off of her new armor.

"Is it so odd, to be glad to see an old friend alive and well after all these years? I'm glad the armor fits. I had to estimate your measurements."

"Yes, thank you. It's lovely."

"Of course. Didn't know how else to help the champion of a god."

"You could always come with me?"

"When we travel together, things tend to get fucked."

"Things seemed even more fucked for me after we parted."

Devir turned somber. "Yes I saw...you were fighting a shambling mound of waste. It felled you with a single hit. Hence the armor. Don't get me wrong, the leather armor looked pretty with your clerical robes and all but it does nothing to protect you. Now." Devir unsheathed his sword. "I promised to make  a warrior out of you. Let's get to it, shall we?"

Alina collapsed, absolutely exhausted after hours of sparring. Even Devir seemed short of breath.

"Not bad. How do you feel?"

"Sore," Alina whimpered.

"Good. Means your muscles were given a work-out."

"Can we rest for the night?"

"Seriously?"

"It's been a long day for me, Devir."

"Fine. I'll light the fire."

Sleep visited Alina quickly enough. And as she slept, Osiris came to her as a formless voice.

"You did well to survive the death house, child. You're resolve and our bond has deepened. If you look inside yourself, you will find you some new powers at your disposal. I wish you luck in future endeavors, and beware of this forest..."

As the dream ended, so did Alina's sleep. She woke with a start. Devir was fast asleep across the fire to her, his soft snores barely audible over the crackling fire. Her holy symbol felt warm against her skin.

Alina clutched it a she lay back down on her bedroll. As she did, she heard a twig snap. She bolted upright again, her hand reaching for her mace. She leapt to her feet as she grabbed her weapons, casting light to see more past what the campfire lit. She glanced around their perimeter, and as she turned she came face-to-face with the ghastly, half-visible visage of a ghostly elven woman. She unleashed an ear-shattering scream, its power knocking back Alina a few feet but she managed to maintain her balance.

Devir shot upwards. He glanced around until he saw Alina and the banshee hovering in front of her.

"Oh shit!" he shouted, grabbing his weapons to join her.

"Devir how do we kill these things?"Alina cried.

"You're the cleric, you tell me!"

"So you don't know? Wonderful."

The banshee swiped. Alina raised her shield just in tome to block the blow. Devir slashed downwards. His sword passed through her harmlessly. He looked aghast at his sword, then at the banshee. Alina scrambled back to out some distance between them.

"Where are you going?"

"Trust me!" Alina sheathed her weapons then raised both arms. She called upon the power within. It began to coalesce in her palms. She threw her arms forward. Two bolts of lightening cut threw the air. They hit. The banshee writhed as the jolts coursed across and threw her. A wretched scream boomed across the forest. Alina brought back out her weapons. Devir looked back at her in amazement.

"That was bloody amazing!"

He turned back to the banshee and slashed. Where the sword hit, her form faltered, and she growled, from either pain or anger.

The banshee retreated several feet, before shrieking again. Alina felt it echo through her skull. She clutched her head in pain as it reverberated through over and over. She herself screamed as the agony took over her. Everything went black and quiet. Alina was still knelt onto the ground after collapsing from pain, but the ground beneath her had vanished. A void surrounded her. The only glow came from her holy symbol. It pulsed as Osiris's voice spoke to her: "This enemy will be tough to defeat. Don't forget the new spells at your disposal..."

Alina, now back in the Wailing Woods took in her surroundings. During her commune with Osiris, Devir lay bloodied at the feet of the banshee. It was preparing itself to deal the finishing blow.

With a wordless cry, Alina unleashed her arcane power that took the form of a hammer resembling the one Osiris led her to. The hammer swung down, smashing the banshee full-frontal. With one last shriek, its form faded to nothing.

Alina hurried to Devir. She rolled him onto his back, taking in the dents and breaches in his armor. His torso was absolutely ravage, and his face would hold a few new scars. Alina placed her hand onto his chest and poured healing magic into him. His sundered flesh knitted back together. A soft golden glow surrounded him, then faded. Devir's eyes slowly opened. Alina sighed in relief.

"Is it dead?" he croaked.

"Thank you for softening it up for me."

He chuckled. "What are friends for?"

"Things really do get fucked when we're together." Alina offered him a hand up. He accepted it.

"Do you just swear?"

"Don't get used to it. Nor my company."

His face crumpled. "You're leaving?"

"In a year or so, yes. Until then you have the pleasure of my company."

His expression brightened. "Oh then we have to go to the Broken Coast!"

"That place is full of ghouls of felled warriors. No thanks."

"Then Skullport?"

Alina rolled her eyes and began packing up their camp. Dawn was just cresting on the horizon.

"Or the underdark if you don't fancy that--hey, where are you going?!"

"The tavern," Alina called over her shoulder. "You can go on all these dangerous journeys if you want--or we could drink ourselves silly."

"Adventuring really did change you."

"It did. And for the better. I still don't know much about ale.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you."