#necromancer? what necromancer?

[monerelluvia]

Sketching Petra about to blast you into tomorrow

[bankabb]

You indulge me, Rook.

🫣🫦💚🖤😳

(Uncensored found in Bsky link in bio)

[skyrim-forever]

Akatosh, grant me the confidence of a Novice Mage

[timethehobo]

Once again thinking about that one concept art outfit he had. 🫣

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Ghouls night out

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[mayasaura]

When Varun speaks, only Nona can understand it. Everyone else just hears screaming.

And that makes me wonder....

Was Alecto trying to speak to John, back then? If so, I wonder what she was saying. If maybe things could have ended very differently, if he'd been able to understand her.

[kiivg]

.please please please please please pl.

[dismas-n-dismay]

“They came back wrong” maybe they came back the way they needed to be.

[meteorscrolls]

The Breton Hero - Holding Out For A Hero

the poster boy for fantasy rogues or as my friend likes to call him: Elder Scrolls Batman

[homeofwyrm]

1.) First time doing any comic style post here, so apologies if it's not very optimal lol

2.) Also mostly exploring what style i wanna do, so this is a little test. I forgor how hard this is

3.) Everyone was so nice on the band au poster here we are.

This is pre-band coming together (part 1)

[sorcerly]

[a screenshot of dialogue captions from Dragon Age: The Veilguard || Emmrich: Again, I’m so sorry Manfred keeps wandering in while you’re asleep, Lucanis.]

So Lucanis DEFINITELY woke up and stabbed Manfred on instinct right?

Went straight for the throat and accidentally knocked Manfred’s skull off with one of the daggers he keeps under his pillows?

Depending on how well Freds skeleton holds together Lucanis either has to guide a panicked body to Emmrichs room while gently cradling the skull OR has to sweep all the bones into his top sheet and pack it across the Lighthouse campus like some kind of Nevarran Santa Claus

[the-raven-and-the-tower]

EMMRICH (thoughtfully): I've wanted to say, Davrin. Assasn performed magnificently last fight.

DAVRIN (quiet pride): He did, didn't he?

EMMRICH: You were almost of one mind. Perfectly focused.

Earlier Davrin dialogue about the griffons; "Griffons don’t trust easily. Lancit and Remi had to work together to win them over. They said a warden and a griffon have to move as one, think as one. They called it ‘turlum’ - a sort of unity."

DAVRIN: Well. Maybe Assan needed a little guidance. Bit of discipline. By the way, was Manfred exploring on his own in the courtyard?

EMMRICH (worriedly): Not too far out, I hope!

EMMRICH: But... yes. He'll need some independence now... as a mage...

DAVRIN (chuckling): What've we signed up for?

EMMRICH: Love, I think.

[marsalta]

Dearest…?

[rainystressed247]

I think it would be a disaster if they do meet, but what if though...?

One can dream (get it?) hahaha.

Anyways, I just think that no one will understand better than oneself

[tapiocafrze]

Fav interaction between theses two

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Consider: depressed necromancers forced to go on mental health walks by their creations

"Get up, go outside."

It was like being ordered around by a chill running down his spine. He gave a blind, swatting wave into the space around him. "Piss off."

"Ha! You sure must be regretting studying resurrections instead of banishments, hm?" the ghostly voice echoed at the edge of his hearing. "I have aaall the time in the world."

It was absolutely killing him that turning off his hearing aids didn't work against ghosts. He opened his eyes, staring blankly up at the by now familiar shape floating above him. The look in the spectral eyes was infuriatingly soft.

"Come on. One little walk. And I won't give you any grief about your meal choices tonight."

"It's still light out," he gritted, too tired to even raise his voice. "And you can't make me."

The shining eyes narrowed. "Not yet I can't, but I'll learn. And I bet I'll be able to start chucking bottles of vitamin D at your head long before I'm strong enough to move your sorry ass."

"I did you a favour, you wanted this. And this is the thanks I get?"

Somehow the chill turned warm for a second while the ghost smiled with his whole face. "Yeah. I'm paying it forward."

He pulled the couch pillow over his head. "Go haunt somewhere else."

"Or, you could leave and go for a-"

"Fine, I'll go for a damn walk."

The ghostly laughter followed him all the way to the door and for a second it felt like the grey sludge gave way—

He paused with his hand on the key in the lock. "...are you coming or what?"