#soluun xibrindas

[dmmchn]

Soluun Xibrindas' attire breakdown.

Soluun, having one of the highest positions in Bregan D'Aerthe, is capable of sailing a submersible and being a captain of a ship. He wears a pirate inspired jacket and belts, and also a hat (tied on his neck), as drows are still vulnerable to sun.

He's heavily scarred - large round scars from bullets as he was shot, large rough scars on his hands as he was sliced in melee combats. He wears them proudly and rolls his sleeves high to show them off. He's scared of nothing.

He's got his brother's long nose, which is now broken in a weird shape. Soluun is not afraid to violently headbutt his opponents, smashing his own face in the process.

I headcanon that elves wear their hair long and never cut them, as a tribute to their long lives and heritage. Many members of Bregan D'Aerthe, all being male drows, cut their hair short as if cutting tied with their past. Soluun shaves his head as short as possible - the same way Jarlaxle shaves his head bald. Jarlaxle is a role model for Soluun, he tries to copy him in any way possible.

As per earrings - I wanted to incorporate a pirate belief in afterlife. See, when a pirate dies in the sea, he should have something on him to pay the Spirit Farerer, who would then carry him across the sea from the world of living to the world of the dead. In order to do so, pirate would carry a gold earring, equivalent to a single gold coin, to always have something to pay to the Farerer. Single coin is usually enough - one can only die once, right?

Soluun believes the has two chances.

These bags on his belt have gunpowder and bullets inside them. My friend suggested they would have paper inserts in them, so that gunpowder would always stay dry.

And now, the guns. These are inspired by flintlocks from 18-th century, which is not too late of an era inspiration for Waterdeep. These were slow to reload, but were cheap as dirt and resisted to the mentioned dirt better than any other their peers.

Historically, flintlocks were carried on the chest belt like that, but facing all the same direction, so that the gunslinger would change the pistols quickly in his firing hand. It's known that reloading is slower than switching to another gun.

However, with Soluun, it made more sense for him to have the guns facing opposite, so that he can snatch them out simultaneously with both hands, as he is a double shooter. This is mostly fantasy, as it was proven that double hand shooting is not that effective or even real, but I believe Soluun can be one talented bastard.

Besides, looks at these beauties. It's no wonder why Gottlieb Xinger, my OC drow ranger who was connected to Bregan D'Aerthe in the past, always dreamed of a flintlocks, and when given the chance to obtain a musket - Gottlieb couldn't give it up.

[whistleswings]

has anyone made this terrible joke yet

[defnotjarlaxle]

Uh.. So Zaynas met Soluun and got threatened immediately.. hmm i get the feeling Soluun doesn't like half-elves very much~

[nc1801pa]

misc. doodles from our waterdeep campaign 😏

[cursed-nyxan]

Back to my babies 💙

[biichama]

I am feeling extremely called out by your tags, @bramblepatch

like it's MY fault my love language is acts of service and all i know how to do is kill

[rukafais]

tfw your character had a shithead rival turned maybe-boyfriend he knew for like seventy years and then he died and lost all his memories so it's weird now 

waterdeep dragon heist might actually just be a dating sim

[bramblepatch]

anyway this weekend I had possibly the best nat 20 of my D&D career so far: on an insight check for my gnome to realize a girl he likes, likes him back.

(we're doing wddh and our Soluun is a little less of a trash murderboy than vanilla because he got written into our undead drow bard's backstory to get aggressively befriended/true shonen rivaled at for like 70 years. he's still terrible and I can't believe my sweet NG gnome druid's first act as defacto mob doctor for the bregan d'aerthe was to maybe kind of befriend Soluun???)

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Fictober Day 17: “I’ll tell you but you’re not gonna like it.”

Fandom: Dungeons and Dragons Project: The Sea Maiden’s Faire Series Characters: Sly, Zarifrax, and Dinin Rating: Teen and Up

“Where are we going?” Dinin asked.  He’d been giving his uncle the benefit of the doubt and not pestering him with questions, but he was growing impatient.

“You’ll see,” Zarifrax flashed a smile at his nephew as they rounded a dark corner and approached one of the many villas that dotted the Sea Ward, this one lit up with colored lanterns and bustling with people.  Dinin furrowed his brow.  He’d seen villas decorated for celebrations all night, this one barely stood out, aside from the crest upon the front gate, a golden circle depicting two intertwined snake devils, naja, in silver.

“Where are we?” he asked.

“This is the Stormwind Villa,” Zarifrax answered, “home to an old friend of mine, and where you will be staying from now on.”

“Why?”

“I suppose I’ll tell you, but you’re not gonna like it.”

Dinin scowled as Zarifrax led him through the gate and into the grounds, marked with gardens more functional than decorative and a small guest house tucked away to one side.  The main house had two paths leading to it, one through the gardens and the other straight from the gate.  Zarifrax turned back to Dinin and smiled, trying to be reassuring but Dinin was even less at ease seeing the lichdrow smile.

“Oh, fair warning,” Zarifrax added, “the Stormwinds are tieflings, half-fiends, proudly drawing lineage from the naja lords of the Nine Hells.”

“Great,” Dinin muttered, now slightly understanding the crest before the gate.  Zarifrax opened the doors and led Dinin into the entry hall, where a young tiefling with scarlet skin in a frilly blue dress was commanding everyone’s attention with a rather eccentric violin performance.  Dinin paused to watch, curious to see who this young woman was.

“That’s Shimmer,” Zarifrax revealed, “the eldest of the four Stormwind siblings.”

“She’s good,” Dinin complimented, though the compliment was stunted, he didn’t feel like complimenting her any further than mildly.

“I think she’s about as good as Malice was,” Zarifrax shrugged.

“You said the eldest of four, what of the other three?”

“Sly is who we’re here to see, then there’s Therai and Shava, the younger ones, only children.”

“What’s so special about Sly?” Dinin asked.

“What’s so special about Dinin?” came a retort in a very familiar voice that made Dinin jump and whirl around.  Instead of the drow mercenary he was expecting, a slender, light blue tiefling stood there, grinning.  Seeing that it wasn’t the mercenary didn’t make him feel any better, considering the imitation was nearly perfect.

“That was just mean,” Zarifrax remarked.

“When you said one of your nephews, I asked Jarlaxle which one you’d be more likely to dump on me,” Sly shrugged.

“Why did you do that?” Zarifrax pouted, “It was supposed to be a surprise!”

Sly shrugged and looked over Dinin for a moment, “He looks passable.”

“Passable?” Dinin almost shouted, then realized where he was.  Luckily, no one seemed to care.

“Passable,” Sly nodded, “did Zarifrax tell you why you’re here?”

“No,” Dinin admitted.

“Wow he jerks you around too?  Fantastic.  He wants you to be my bodyguard for some reason.”

“Pardon?” Dinin glared at Zarifrax.

“You’re hopeless and I’m pretty sure someone’s gonna kill you one day for being a jerk,” Zarifrax replied, looking not even remotely sorry, “so my plan is to make you give a shit about someone in hopes that it will actually make you give a shit.”

“I told him it wouldn’t work,” Sly revealed, “he didn’t listen to me.”

“Why wouldn’t it work?” Zarifrax pouted.

“I’m a jerk there is literally no way I can make him less of a jerk.”

“You’re less of a jerk than he is.”

“Zarifrax I’m not sure that’s possible.”

“He murdered his older brother and tried to kill the younger one.”

Sly paused, slowly turning to stare at Dinin.

“The younger brother is the Hero of the North, if you’ll recall.”

“Shut up,” Sly ordered Zarifrax, still staring at Dinin, “How do you manage being worse than Soluun Xibrindas at being a brother?”

“You’ll need to explain,” Dinin shook his head, “I don’t know who that is.”

“He’s one of Jarlaxle’s new lieutenants and tried to murder his younger brother after Jarlaxle offhandedly mentioned he might need to kill him.”

“So preemptively taking care of a loose end.”

“A loose end that wasn’t really a loose end via an order that was a massive liability because of the operative’s relationship with one of the highest ranking lieutenants in the Bregan D’aerthe, but yes, I suppose you can call it that if you were a heartless bastard.”

“None of those details change my mind.”

“Because you’re a heartless bastard,” Sly nodded with a grin, “Jarlaxle was not happy about this, by the by, I know because I was in the room when he found out.” Sly turned to Zarifrax, “Have you ever seen Jarlaxle shout?”

“I think if i ever did I’d be running and hiding,” Zarifrax replied, “I do hope Soluun lived, he’s entertainingly daft.”

“Oh he was fine,” Sly shrugged, “he is in a lot of trouble right now though.”

“Besides that,” Zarifrax smiled, “Please take the fratricidal idiot before I choke him.”

Sly looked at Dinin, then back at Zarifrax, “Only because I’m under the impression you’ve given up.”

Zarifrax let out a delighted shout and gave Sly an overzealous hug.  Dinin, on the other hand, was far less enthusiastic.

What the hell had his uncle just signed him on for?

[biichama]

It's years later, but I just realized I never actually reblogged the origin of my gaming group's running joke of

Nat 20 Insight Check: YOU HAVE A FUCKING EPIPHANY.

(In Much's case, that a girl liked him. In a later case when I ran Frostmaiden, it was that the obviously not Drizzt Drizzt-impersonator was not Drizzt.)

Look sometimes you find out a bunch of your college buddies including your long-time crush are working for Jarlaxle now so you agree to be mob doctor for the Bregan D'aerthe in exchange for getting to visit their worksite and then Soluun Xibrindas shows up at your house in the middle of the night for first aid and lets it slip that said crush is so obviously into you that he had assumed that she was already sleeping with you because he's got a very drow perspective on how het relationships work. And that puts a lot of things about your friendship in an entirely new light and then Soluun is seriously worried he somehow broke the boss's new medic when he wasn't even meaning to. Sometimes that happens.

Or, you know, our Waterdeep Dragon Heist campaign might have gone a little off the rails.

[dmmchn]

Soluun Xibrindas is a ruthless assassin, and devoted follower of Jarlaxle Baenre. Soluun is a lieutenant in Bregan D’Aerthe, the highest rank possible and closest to the leader as possible. He’s also a twin brother to Nar’l Xibrindas, a mage on a secret mission in Xanathar’s lair. Soluun bullies Nar’l relentlessly, but for some reason Nar’l still wants to stay connected.

Soluun is cruel, blunt and trigger-happy. With him I continue my saga of drawing NPCs for dnd module “Waterdeep: Dragon Heist”. Feel free to use the art in your games!

[defnotjarlaxle]

Oh no~ Another fanart..

[biichama]

... the bard has also convinced him not to murder surface elves, before anyone asks. (The bard is a recovering amnesiac and spent most of his long adolescence training with the three gunslingers.)

That said, Fel'rekt and Krebbyg should be back next session! They aren't gonna miss getting the treasure with you guys for anything.

“What is the trans experience?” you ask. Well. The answer is “hyper-focusing on minor canonically trans NPCs in official D&D modules”

[cursed-nyxan]

I dare you to kiss me, Blueboy. 💙

Still shipping these two so here's the evolution of my last drawing.

[cursed-nyxan]

I keep reading incorrect quotes for days because I have no life and it's just happened. Not sure if Soluun needs the cape 🤷‍♀️

[cursed-nyxan]

Recently rewatched The Dragon Prince, and I had to draw this scene with Soluun and Jarlaxle. So here's my favorite drow after he tried to kill my girl but ended up losing an eye.