#risk of rain characters

[keebyz]

Untold Stories (Risk of Rain OC short story)

Wanderer sat unmoving in an empty kitchen with a full cup of herbal tea in front of him. He watched the steam dance from the cup and dissipate in the air as he waited for the tea to cool down. It was 4 in the morning and the rest of his crewmates were asleep at this hour. His only company was time and the deafening silence from the dead of night. Of course, being alone for the majority of his life as he traveled across barren lands and barely crossed any souls, he was used to loneliness. Not that it mattered to him, he was always an independent individual.

It’s been a little less than a year since he and the other UES Safe Travels ship's recruits arrived, and the others seemed acclimated to their new home. A myriad of misfits have grown to become acquaintances and even friends with each other, given that they were put in a closed space for long periods when not on a mission. Not him, however. Wanderer sat quietly during group meetings, did what he needed to do, and never quite went out of his way to talk with his fellow crewmates. He was always observing and listening. A by-stander. Not the main character.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. He glanced at the kitchen entrance, wondering who it might be. 

“Wanderer?”

A woman with short, brown olive-colored hair peeked out from the door frame. Her side bangs were pulled away from the tips of her eyes by golden hair clips. Her eyes were a deep gray-purple color accentuated by the intense scarring surrounding her eyes. Shepherd, she called herself. Wanderer always saw her wrangling her sentient bells but this time they were not with her. He always wondered about the story of her unique scars, but never inquired, afraid of encroaching on a sensitive topic. 

“I- oh. I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” 

Shepherd shook her head as she took a seat beside the large man. 

“No, not at all! Just… couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” 

Wanderer looked back down at his tea. “I see...” The steam had completely disappeared and his tea was becoming lukewarm. The two of them sat in silence. Wanderer suddenly noticed the “tic” sound of the mechanical clock on the wall and he started to feel awkward for not saying much to Shepherd. He didn’t know much about her anyway, only having most of his interactions with her from when she was apologizing for her bells jumping all over him.

“Um. Would you like me to brew tea or coffee for you?” Wanderer offered. 

“Yes, chamomile tea, please. Thank you.” 

Wanderer stood up and shuffled to the sink to fill a kettle with water. The faucet squeaked as he gently turned the handle and the sound of rushing water echoed in the metal kettle. Satisfied with the amount of water, he set the kettle with a “clunk” on the stovetop and flipped the heat on.

“So, why are you up so late Wanderer?” 

Wanderer grabbed a mug from the cabinet and a box of chamomile tea bags. He sighed as he placed both items on the counter. “I… never really was a good sleeper. Insomniac, I think is what people would say.” He ripped open the tea bag packet and placed it in the mug, wrapping the tag of the bag around the handle so it wouldn’t fall into the tea when he poured the hot water in. “It’s alright, it’s how I’ve lived most of my life.” He turned around to lean on the counter and crossed his arms. “What about you, why are you up?”

Shepherd pursed her lips and bit her cheek. 

“Well… I have recurring nightmares sometimes. They wake me up instantly and I can’t seem to go back to sleep when it happens.” Shepherd rubbed a hand to the back of her neck as she glanced away from Wanderer. “It’s nothing, it’s just a dream anyway.”

The kettle whistled angrily as steam poured out violently from the spout. Wanderer shut off the heat and poured the boiling water into the mug. He gingerly placed the mug in front of Shepherd as she thanked him. “Be careful, it’s hot,” he muttered. 

He sat back down in his seat, staring at his cooled tea momentarily before turning back to Shepherd. 

“You know, dreams can tell you a lot about one’s state of mind. If you have nightmares that continue to haunt you to this day, then something has happened in the past.” His eyes softened empathetically. “I hope you come to peace with your past.”

Shepherd blinked at him before letting out a soft chuckle. She tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and smiled. “And I hope you will feel safe from whatever life you have lived.”

The two of them sat with their teas quietly. Wanderer’s tea had already gone cold. Nonetheless, he still sipped it so he could draw out the time he had with Shepherd. His company had grown to Shepherd and the silence. But now, the silence no longer felt deafening.

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THE RISING SUN AND FALLING MOON

[dragonroilz]

IM GONNA LOAD ALL OVER THE PLACE

[raptorrobot]

i feel like i'm fighting for my fucking life here

[saltcosmos]

so i've been playing ror2 w my brother recently and i like this game a lot i fear...

[iraprince]

if u like listening to music while u work but find urself getting distracted fiddling with queueing stuff/finding The Perfect Playlist/etc my recent hack has been just throwing on youtube videos of dj sets

book club radio is a good channel to start w bc they usually have the overall Vibe of the set in the title (i.e. "dreamy pop mix", "energetic techno mix" etc) so u can pick the general tempo or w/e u want but then it just kind of blends into the bg and u can set it + forget it

any time i put my own playlists on i'm just too familiar w what could be coming up and i end up wasting so much time skipping/scrolling 2 look for specific songs and stuff. dj sets are like putting a post-op doggy cone on me. it;'s out of my hands

[mothcpu]

pilot

[theharkmonologue]

There’s something both very funny and kind of cosmically terrifying about CHEF from Risk of Rain. You land on this planet of strange creatures, giant crabs and very angry birds, that you try desperately to escape from…but to this guy? They’re just ingredients.

Imagine you’re a sentient mushroom creature, of which this planet has many, a drop pod crashes out of the sky and this robot climbs out of it and starts throwing cleavers with wild precision and blasting flame from the oven in its chest because it’s only directives are DICE and SEAR. That’s like, the worst case scenario for a sentient mushroom creature.

[shalmonsdraws]

wispy woods

[alm4nditte]

Been drawing this while waiting for RoRR, and happy anniversary!

[litebulbs-art]

I have one joke and its not even mine

[keebyz]

Gentle Hands

The recruits’ mission was coming to a close and they were waiting for the dropship to pick them up at the Siphoned Forest. Witness, Arsonist, Shepherd, and Wanderer were picked for this week's scouts, and with their efficiency (and Arsonists' maniacal tendency yet proficiency to raze their enemies in his path), they were finished with their mission early. The group agreed to meet up at a designated point later that day to be collected and went of their own ways to kill some time. 

“Your hands are soft.”

“Hm?”

“Oh, I uh, said your hands are soft…”

Wanderer and Shepherd lay together by one of the towering snow-covered trees, sap oozing out from the taps that bore into them. The snow was soft and gentle, perfect for laying atop. They were in reverie, enjoying each other's company and the still environment around them. Wanderer had gently picked up Shepherd’s hand from where it was resting on her chest and ran his thumb over her palm, examining it. He enveloped her hand with his as if to guard it safely and carefully. Her hand was small in comparison, his gloved ones making his much bigger. 

She didn’t say much to his comment and only smiled softly under her helmet. He felt the pads of her fingertips, the soft bumps of her knuckles, and the smooth sides of her fingernails. He memorized the creases of where her fingers and palm fold when they are clenched in a fist. He measured the length of her fingers and compared it to his. He took his time, indulging in the feeling of her hands. Suddenly Shepherd released her hands from his.

“May I take your glove off?” Wanderer nodded slowly.

Shepherd carefully pulled off Wanderer’s right glove and underneath was the opposite of her own hand. Weathered down by years of survival in the harsh winters, Wanderer’s hand was calloused, rough, and bore many scars on his palm from constantly climbing mountains, and ropes and swinging his ice pick. His fingers were thick with tough skin. There was no time for self-care for him and the consequences bore itself on his hands. With a saddened expression, Shepherd clasped his hand in between hers. Her chest ached for Wanderer, praying for the man who didn’t deserve to live a life like his. 

Shepherd gingerly touched the rough callouses of his hand, her fingers caressing his palm.

“Does it hurt? Your hands?” Wanderer shook his head and took his hand away to put his glove back on.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just… It’s been too long since I’ve felt the touch of another person’s hand. I’ve forgotten the feeling. Years of being alone have made me used to forgetting and I’m afraid of losing that feeling again.” Wanderer looked away from Shepherd, suddenly afraid of disappointing her. 

“Hm,” Shepherd only looked solemnly at him. The sky turned into a light blue-grey color as the Snow began to gently fall from the sky. Wanderer instinctively pulled his fur-lined hood tighter around his head as specks of white dotted his dark blue winter coat. Shepherd pulled her cloak closer around her, thinking of what to say. 

They sat in silence once again. 

“Wanderer.”

“...”

Shepherd put her hands on Wanderer’s helmeted face, brushing the fallen snow away with her thumbs from his glowing, purple, horizontal visor. She gently pulled his face to hers, their foreheads touching and making a soft “clink” as the sound of metal hit together. Wanderer was surprised but cautiously welcomed her touch. He slowly raised a hand to place on top of hers.

“I’m not going anywhere, Wanderer. You won’t be alone this time.” 

“...” 

“I promise you don’t have to do things by yourself anymore, Wanderer.”

“...”

“You’re going to be okay, you’re okay with me.”

The snow continued to fall on their shoulders. The silence was piercing as Shepherd waited for Wanderer to react.

Wanderer wrapped his arms slowly around Shepherd, pulling her into a gentle hug. She put a hand on the back of his head and the other on his back. He started crying softly into her shoulder, relieved to finally be vulnerable to the world.

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YOU ARE CHALLENGED BY THE SECOND SUN

[dragonroilz]

May the muses sing forever, the well remain filled, and the music stay electric...

[vo1dstud1os]

i think i made a new friend

[alanide-arts]

Trying my hand at animation again. Here's my ROR2 oc, The Clergyman 🔷