#shadow cleric

[dev1lsadvocate]

" Mizora, I heard you wedded Astarion. I suppose he's a part of the vampire aristocracy now. I hope he doesn't expect us to bow to him. "

"Oh, aren't Astarion’s delusions of ‘aristocracy’ adorable?" She answers with a laugh, before she deadpans. "But the only time I’d bow to him is to skewer him with these horns." She gestures lazily to her two pairs of horns. "Not that I’d stoop to such… impoliteness. Hells, no — I’m a lady, after all."

"But fret not. The little bat knows better than to test me." She flicks a hand dismissively. "Let him play prince. It keeps him occupied… and out of my hair.”

[bloodedhearts]

Continued from here | @shadow-cleric

Cassandra feels more and more dangerous with each passing day, and she hates it. Her dark urge keeps telling her to kill Isobel, and she has decided to not talk to her at all for now, until it hopefully calms it. She already regrets killing Alfira, but Isobel... she's protecting everyone in these lands. If she dies, everyone will die with her. She can't allow it. She needs to control herself... even if she doesn't entirely know how.

She frowns at Shadowheart's words. This devotion to Shar is making Cassandra feel sick. She's not even sure of why. But since they have entered the Shadow-Cursed Land, the cleric has been especially passionate about it. Maybe too much. It almost seems fake. Or there's at least something going on about all of this. It's just obvious.

"I'm exhausted. I think I'm getting mad again." Or has she always been mad ? She can't remember her life before the tadpole. "I hope we'll leave this place soon. Baldur's Gate isn't too far. So we find a way to stop this Ketheric Thorm..." At this name, her head seems to hurt even more than before. She takes a deep breath, focusing on what she wants to say. "... and then we leave."

[infernalapparatus]

" You, wouldn't want to rip through such pretty nightclothes.. They're meant to be looked at, but not touched. "

【 KARLACH LIKES TO RIP LINGERIE 】 - @shadow-cleric

HOLY FUCKING SHIT . Whatever words Shadowheart had just spoke flew right over her head. There was no acknowledgement, no immediate response, nothing but a dumb nod from the tiefling. Burning gold eyes were locked onto the cleric's abdomen, drawing up and down her lithe form, jaw hanging open uselessly.

It was only when the priestess had stopped speaking, did molten gold catch emerald green. " I, uh-- what? " She sputters for a moment, tail whipping about eagerly, before her face lights up. IT WAS GLARINGLY OBVIOUS SHE DIDN ' T HEAR A SINGLE WORD HER COMPANION SAID .

[bloodedhearts]

Astarion doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why these people, this group, seem to care about him. Yes, the spawn is useful during battles, but they seem to care about his well-being. All of this is new to him, even if it's not something he would admit out loud. He's not used at all to have people who care about him. He's not used to friendship. He's not used to have people close. Because for decades and decades, his task was only to bring people to Cazador. He made so many victims... But now it's different. He's free, and he plans to be free for good.

But maybe escaping from his group to deal with Cazador on his own wasn't a good idea. He just doesn't want to be a burden to them. When they first met, he wanted allies to deal with Cazador, to make sure his former master didn't get him back. He was ready to use manipulation to make sure they help him. But now... things are different. He doesn't want them to risk their lives for him. He wants to protect them, somehow.

"I... I suppose you're right." He sighs, but he takes a few steps in Shadowheart's direction. "I don't know how I'll react when I see him. If I lose control of myself, you'll have to stop me. You, or anyone else. In any way." He lets a playful smile cross his lips. "I know it sounded very dramatic, but it's important to be ready for any outcome."

@bloodedhearts sent: “it’s not your job to protect me.” from astarion! // protector / protectee starters

BROKEN GIRLS TENDED TO BLOSSOM into skilled warriors , and Shadowheart made no exception . It has been, weeks since she had discarded the Spear of Shar into the void to embrace herself , only to be tossed into more grief, a parting gift from one evil god. But the dark cloud she used to be guided under was no more. For the irony of Shar was , that once she picked up her bruised knees from kneeling before her wicked goddess , she found ultimately herself - brave and nurturing despite all odds , and caring for every friend ; lending her radiance and healing to everyone who needed it , even Astarion , the irritating prickly vampire he could be .

A frown adorned her benign face but the shadow was chased away briefly, by Selûne, her new God.

" It is , unfortunately, one of my main jobs , Astarion, " The cleric retorted kindly , but her hazel hues darkened unhappily . For even the Moon had it's darker side - cold and unpredictable, only that now Shadowheart was wielding it into the right direction.

" I will not let you wander inside the Crimson Palace , without any healing aid . I 'm coming with you . And so are the others , we don't abandon each other in battles . Not after everything, " Her voice made it very clear, " It's not your job to decide for people who care for you . .. Now, come , we need to rest well. There's a long day ahead of us tomorrow. " It would take them a couple of days to reach the palace and find the vampiric lord but none of them would resign until Cazador was done for and Astarion was finally breathing free.

[maareyas]

In Pursuit of Absolution

Your name is Silver, and you are a cleric. Your journey begins in the frigid outskirts of the Winterlands. After an encounter with infernal magic, you were accused of witchcraft and banished from the only home you've ever known. "I...I will fix this. I have to...!" Alone with your grief, you set off on a journey to rid yourself of your curse...and hopefully be accepted back home.

I'm giving the hedgehog catholic guilt :] As always, Silver is Going Through It in the octopath au. He has the most lore and plot thus far!!

no border version and closeups under the cut:

[shuuda-arts]

A Brush in the Teeth (Fire Emblem, Shadow Dragon)

[cultofthewyrm]

DUNGEONS & DRAGONS Cleric by CRAZYRED (Shim jae-woo)

[elaanaa]

[nameless-is-nameless]

save me TTRPG characters...

TTRPG characters save me

playing around with more character designs for the PCs in the Curse of Stradh campaign I'm running- here they are with their canon heights

from left to right and to top to bottom

@wethekeegsta 's Tyrannus

@pianissimoe 's Kestrel

@chopshajen 's Zhouzhen

Freya and Lester (who's players don't have tumblrs)

[aemiron-main]

thinking about owens saying that the mindflayer is “connecting” the hosts vs Henry and Patty saying that they’re “connected” to eachother-

-and then that vs connie talking about wanting to “connect” kids from all over the state:

Anyway! This is part of a much larger post re: Mystra & TFS & 153646 other things but that bit from Owens specifically was driving me insane tonight.

[nuka-rockit]

forgot I never posted this. this is the final version of my Rime of the Frostmaiden PC, Zephyrus (aka Zeph)! the campaign ended a few months ago, and he went from wide eyed fish-out-of-water monk/amateur spy to Twilight Cleric multiclass/chosen of Selûne Harper agent! I had a lot of fun with him and he went through some serious character development I did NOT expect

[aellostomb]

Shadow heart WIP, been wanting to draw her forever and I love her dark justiciar armor 😍

[bloodedhearts]

👤+ Shadowheart (Cass)

Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character | Accepting | @shadow-cleric

"Shadowheart is a good friend. It's relieving to have someone like her around me. She has a true kindness inside her. I admire her for that." She chuckles a bit. Cassandra herself wishes she didn't have these dark thoughts on her mind all the time. "We've gotten along very well and very easily since we first met. I don't know why. There are people like this. It just works well." She pauses a bit, smirking. "I guess the fact that we both have trouble with our memories has helped us somehow... even if it sounds a bit pathetic to say it like this. But I'm glad we're friends, really."

[infernalapparatus]

takes off her brassiere

BOI-OI-OING. That is all Karlach can think when she catches Shadowheart stripping down by the lake, one article of clothing following the other. Her jaw drops, engine flaring for a moment, and in a moment of stupid bravery, the tiefling makes her presence known as she splits off from her previous path, to head towards the water, instead. Play it cool. Play it off.

" Hey! You uh, you taking a dip? Need a heater out there? " That was not smooth at all. She could feel how excited she got from the mere idea. A pretty set of tits should not excite her as much as they did. She needed to pull herself together. " I remember you mentioning you're not the best swimmer.. would hate for you to be taken out by water, after everything we went through. OR YOU ' RE FREE TO TELL ME TO FUCK OFF , TOO . "

[dev1lsadvocate]

Beneath the smoldering skies of Avernus, Mizora would have laughed at the notion of sharing air with a Sharran. Their cloaked piety, their whispers to shadows — pathetic. What use had a cambion of Zariel’s inner circle for zealots who groveled to a goddess of loss? Their devotion reeked of desperation, not power. Let them pick at the bones of forgotten memories; her ambitions were forged in hotter fires.

Yet here she stood, the acrid tang of the Material Plane clinging to her like a curse, her skull a prison for a squirming thing that defied even her understanding. The tadpole writhed, a slick, alien pulse behind her eyes — hungry, as if it sought to gnaw through her very essence. Every moment it festered, the world narrowed: an hourglass bleeding sand, a pyre awaiting the spark.

Survival. The word tasted bitter, mortal. But survival now wore many faces.

Wyll knew better than to screw with his own patron — he needed her powers, after all. Lae’zel treated her like some sort of infectious disease, skirting around her as if even brushing against her would rot her from the inside out. Astarion found amusement in her antics, but he was volatile, unpredictable, and she’d be damned if she ever trusted the leech. Gale, now, he was a curious case — equal parts fear and contempt, and while she normally found that delicious, she actually needed the fool. Karlach was just waiting for the right moment to rip her spine out, no doubt about it. Minthara trusted no one and scowled like it was a competitive sport. Halsin looked at her with something so nauseatingly close to pity she could barely stand it.

That left Shadowheart. A Sharran, yes, but open enough — or just as desperate.

"So… we’re finally off to face the Nightsong. And then you’ll at last be…" Mizora paused, tapping a finger against her lips as if trying to recall something oh-so-important. "Ah, right. Dark Justiciar. You must be thrilled, darling — it's all you've been yammering about since we stepped foot in these miserable lands."

Mizora tilted her head. "Tell me, darling, what exactly do you think your dear Lady Shar will bestow upon you once you don that oh-so-imposing title?"

Perhaps the cleric would gain some shadowy smites? Or the ability to brood more effectively in dark corners? Or even, gods forbid, actual competence? Mizora was simply dying to know.

[ 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ] : facing a greater threat, sender and receiver must work together.

𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 : a little assortment of action prompts for muses who may or may not hate each other. //@dev1lsadvocate

THE SHARRAN DEVOUT wasn't expecting an infernal visitor to disrupt the solemn solitude of the night air she had chosen as company. If anything , she had little to no business to meddle with the matters of the Hells.

Moreover, it was her favorite part of the day , which the night orchid dedicated to her routine , and the sermons of the Nightsinger. On the rare occasions , when the latter had spoken dark wisdom into her , there was an important message to be rendered and Shadowheart always listened , with an infallible reverence . Not a thought spared in doubt of her dark god. For, despite the fact she had doubts in herself , she never doubted her Lady Shar , who had tonight bestowed , yet another important word -- that she has been chosen for the great honor , of killing the Nightsong.

Shadowheart felt exaltation brewing so much that she almost didn't notice the wound on her hand flaring . Between the Gauntlet trials , and tribulations she was finally nearing the entrance of the Shadowfell. And there was so much to do , it had once more voiding her of all will to seek sleep.

Instead , the Sharran decided to practice the tenets , and since she didn't like normal things, as one of them being she didn't like color, the priestess dedicated to practice her magic in painting a red rose she'd found earlier, pitch black. It was just then, the air started to crackle and felt heavy with sulphur, as Mizora materialized in front of her , and at first she believed it was Wyll the cambion sought after .

" I assume you're not here to share a goblet of wine with a humble Sharran devotee, Mizora. If anything, I'd expect you to be carousing with Minthara, rather than me.. So, what brings you here ? ", Shadowheart inquired , a slight smirk at the mischievous fiend who seemed to be searching some sorts of alliance .

[coreydekarios]

Live reaction of me meeting the Thorm siblings.