#storm sorcerer tav

[tealfling]

@ladyofcrowsandcoffee and I decided Storm Sorcerers can sense each other with a static or magnetic pull. I think they can affect each other like real storm systems or other weather phenomenon.

@purpleasters-inseptember you should in on this bc i think it's my best idea all day

[artbymesa]

This little mini comic has been such a blast to work on. I've learned such a great deal from experimenting with and drawing this, too! It's comin' right along~

[tealfling]

I'm going to cry. This is such a gift.

@faerunsbest knows Coren about as well as I do at this point, and I fully trusted Coren in her hands. This was such a good read. It's like 1 am. here, so this is officially the best bedtime story I've ever read. It makes me want to feel good cry.

Mystra's bane

coren belongs to @tealfling

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And so it was that the ship that Coren currently called home was chased down by the one and only Mystras Bane. The feeling of her strength wilting and sapping from her veins, til finally she was beholden to gravity, just another victim to physics like everyone else. Slim legs wobbled as the ship was perforated with explosive cannon balls, her small body thrown almost overboard. The feeling of her ribs crashing against the wooden railings, near shattering bird thin bones and being grateful.  

Most horrid yet was seeing her captain going limp, unconscious or dead, she didn’t know but all the same she was alone as a pirate of the bane came and closed his massive hands around her slim neck, the world turned over, and despite all her thrashing, Corens eyes rolled back. The world spun and the smell of salt flooded her nose, what a strange thing for it to so suddenly sting.

The room was dark red wood when she woke on a cold wet floor, wooden bars? Who builds a wooden prison? Coren stood on her knees raising up her arms, calling out a spell that died on her tongue. Worry flooded her eyes, anxiety and fear blurring her vision. Muscle around her fingers tightened as if grasping the weave by force, face twisted up in a grimace as she begged her body to work. One spell became a hundred and each one as useless as the one before. 

Sussur.

Her prison was more. It was draining her and peeling her sense of self from her being and bones. Coren found her chest tight and heavy as sobs threatened to make way, they gripped her throat making her breathe in deep desperate bursts. Someone knew, someone knew exactly how to fight her with mage hunting beasts that blotted out the sun and painted her ship a bloody red. Reduced to tooth and claws and a desperate wish that she was for just a moment more than herself. She gripped at her face, claws digging into her skin as she panicked. A soft familiar voice rang out in her mind. A soft warm song that invited her home in the dark.

In the back of her mind a memory fell and tumbled forward. 

Falling the feeling of fear overwhelming her, the rolling of her ankle as she stumbled and thumped against rotten sharp stone landing with a heavy thud despite her best try to break the fall. Coren remembered the terror of being small and feeling helpless, and most unexpectedly a cool gentle hand waking her.

Ma’na.

Coren froze in her wooden prison remembering a moment with her unexpecting sibling.

“You are more than your magic. You are your heart and your hands.”

Ma’nas voice so sweet and sincere as if that was enough, and for ma’na it was. The strength of heart gave her strength of arm. And gods dammit that bitch could move mountains.

Corens eyes shot up when someone leaned against the wooden bars laughing, laughing at her. Laughing as if they didn’t know how calm the eye of the storm was before it reshaped the landscape into something entirely new by tearing it apart. 

Without thought she reminded that laughing bastard that she was tiefling before a sorcerer, all teeth and claws and thrashing tail. In an instant she was on those damn bars, arms outstretched and claws deep in the meat of throat gripping vocal cords. A warm wasted life dripped out over her hands, she held firm until their eyes grayed over. Her hands pawed at ratty worn clothes until she found a key. The man’s body dropped with heavy wet thud, keys jangling as she rustled through them to cram them into the lock. Not one key fit and Coren couldn’t help the scream that threatened to take hold, she clenched her teeth and swallowed her terror.

For a moment Coren remembered another moment with ma’na. Caught taking food from trees, how was that wrong? It grew freely. How could it belong to any one person? Apparently it did, she learned this as she was locked up in a cell waiting to be taken away. Coren recalled ma’na coming in and just lifting the cell door off its hinges. Massive heavy metal bars that she lifted like nothing and ever so kindly put back when Coren was free.

But these were wooden, wood never weighed quite as much as metal. The keys didn't fit, useless. Coren dropped the keys and just tried, grabbing the cell door bars tight and pulling upward. Splinter dung up into her soft skin as she pulled lifting with every ounce of strength she had. The door thumped forward against its frame as she managed to unlodge it from its frame, the weight tipping her forward. She landed face down against the wood, feeling her lip bust as she hit the floor, her knuckles splitting as she refused to let go of the bars.

She was out.

For a moment her mind a haze of wild panicked thoughts but something was wrong. She closed her eyes breathing deep to focus, bruised ribs lifting around her expanding lungs. As she exhaled she realized wherever she was it was stationary. It couldn't be a ship.

Another breath

Another memory of Ma’na reminding her not to panic, panic never helps. Slowly Coren peeled herself up off the floor, straining her ears to listen as she did. Where ever she was must have been insulated the sounds above so deeply muffled.

You are more.

You are yourself.

You are excellent.

Corent breathed deeply, reminding herself of all the things that ma’na had told her in times of crisis. A memory rang out in the turbulent ocean of her mind, it rang out clear as a bell. She recalled the feeling of Ma’na’s gentle but firm grip on her shoulders.

“You are everything storms aspire to, you are more than enough. You are my beloved Coren.”

Another long deep steady breath and Coren found herself calming with drastic ease. All she needed was a thread, just a thread. For a moment all Coren heard was her own heartbeat, steady as a drum. She marched the long hall feeling shifts in the air, that told her which way to go. Little hairs stood on end, energy just beneath the skin pooling in strength under thin blue veins. 

Ahead of her in a long narrow staircase she found a door hanging open, freedom but more.

Her nostrils filled with the smell and taste of wet copper as she stopped out into the open air. Eyes wide and everything was red and gray and splintered brown. Refocusing and Coren gasped as she realized wherever she was had been invaded. A prison shattered, the image of a massive stone block wall smashed open in a wide v left her mouth twisting into a smile. She looked around and realized a prison was being torn open and knew exactly what was happening.

“I am more than powerful, I am loved.”

She spoke out loud and a deep chipper laugh burst from her as electricity crackled beneath her skin, pooling at her fingertips just beneath her claws and before her flesh. Off to the side a familiar shape made itself known, a small stout hourglass. 

Ma’na.

Coren waved wildly as she saw her, calling out her name, Ma’na turned to find the voice and smiled bright. Ma’na raised her hammer all coated in wet chunks of smeared meat. Snowy white hair was wet with blood that wasn't hers, and her full plus figure was coated all the same, painted in drying blood.

Ma’na came looking for her.

Off to the side Pinky, her boat could be heard swallowing something unsavory, he threw his head back back, face split open with long thorned pink tongues pulling shrieking corpses down into his gullet. The not quite a goat trotted over face sealing shut like nothing untoward had happened. He came to Coren rubbing his golden horns against in a gentle nuzzle, he missed her. Was he worried?

Coren smacked her small hands against his face and rubber her forehead against his

“OH my gawd im so happy to see you! Pinky- did you come to save me?!”

She laughed bright and wild as he leaned back in a play bow, short nubby tail wagging, before he suddenly sprang up bounding around her. As pinky bounced circled around her, Coren couldn’t help herself laughing in near mania until exhaustion overwhelmed her.

When she woke she was sitting on Pinkys back, he own back laying limp against a familiar plush form. Strong arms around her grippe ar thick tufts of pinkys black fur, familiar ghost white skin all freckled in clouds of rust red droplets.

“How did you know?”

Ma’nas familiar laugh, soft and cheery rumbled under Coren’s back. 

“I know your thunder, I know your lightning. It doesn't just stop. So I came.”

It was then that all the terror and fear that she had managed to stopper came welling up, Coren wrapped her hand around Ma’na’s arm and turned her head pressing herself against her sister. For a moment she let the sobs wrack her body knowing damn well she was safe. She was safe as ma’na held onto her in the light of the falling sun. She was safe and loved and there wasn't magic to mimic that, not a damn thing compared to just knowing she wasn’t alone.

[ryuichifoxe]

Back from PopCon with con funk but, hey, I finally let myself have bg3 and this is my tav, Malphas.

[miraculan-draws]

Call Lightning favorite spell in game, Ildàn and the Harpers had to solo the shadow beasties bc the rest of the party was Bad At Following Directions. Also Gale after that fight had be YELLING like...been trying to get with you for a month now and THIS is what it took to get you??? Reckless unhinged sorcery?? Okay, king. Can we be boyfriends now.

[snacobie]

Lazy morning

[bewitchedbg3]

After several attempts, this is the one I was happiest with. My fav ‘Way of The Storm’ ship ⛈️🩸

Took a more of a stylised sketchy style.

Tavella belongs to @angiemaniac

Also funny bts:

Ref:

[bananasfosterparent]

POV: you came to a party thrown by Withers to see your adventure buddies for the first time in 6 months and the arrogant vampire couple spent the whole time in the corner judging everyone else for their own amusement

[att9me]

I think I have a type 🧐😏

Handsome monster hunters who leave home, have estranged relationships with their family, swear to protect others, gain several scars, have their bodies altered in some way and you have to convince them to put themselves first.

And I make a weather/storm themed spellcaster/mage to romance them ☺️🙃🙂‍↕️

[tealfling]

Two tieflings, both alike in audacity

[artbymesa]

This idea wouldn't leave me alone until it was realized 🫠

I don't, in fact, think I'm considered normal about the wizard anymore...

Storm Sorcerer/Gale really does hold a special place in my heart haha

Larian, thank you so much for not only introducing me to DnD but making me care so greatly for the characters you've created;;;

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I can't promise anything but be on the lookout for an After/Bonus couple pages of what happens right after this sjdakjsadk

What Gale is referring to in the very beginning is referencing the excerpt from A Tour Of Tempest, a book that can be found in The House of Hope!

Fun little extra! This mini comic was partly inspired by these songs:

[tealfling]

AH! I LOVE HER!

LOOK AT MY LITTLE HURRICANE!!

SHE'S JUST A SPRINKLE!!!

Coren would absolutely dream about this. She would think about Ma'na and imagine this place every night before bed.

@tealfling

COREN BBY !!!!!

i like to think this is the kind of place that ma'na would talk about for coren to dream about

[rimarzaarts]

Lil sketch of Wyll and Khannah <3

[vaultureculture]

My tav Harry (they/she) used to be known as Harriet Strongoak in Baldur’s gate. Before they murdered their husband and ran away to a tower in the middle of the woods, they used to be part of Baldurian nobility. Her and Wyll were good friends when they were little kids. They’re destined to meet once more as adults, and one of them is now an absolutely deranged sorcerer.

[moonchildsorcery]

finally got my beautiful high-elf storm sorceress/druid oc, Alora Lightcrown, commissioned and i’m 🥹

done by the extremely talented @ladysiryna your art is stunning and absolutely exquisite. thank you for capturing Alora so beautifully

i’ll be sharing more about my babygirl soon 🩶

[calluna-dekarios-dellamorte]

Managed to load up my unmodded Tav and kiss the wizard for the first time since patch 7 dropped.