#tiefling storm sorcerer

[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

[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

[ryuichifoxe]

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

[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:

[artofshinga]

My OCs have varying levels of taste in erotic fiction

[skatankata]

Hehe I drew Ballgapi again @goblinnobraincell

[elgarabelas]

After such a long break from drawing anything i present u yet another wip :)

[calluna-dekarios-dellamorte]

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

[savleye]

Making a gay male tiefling in bg3 is kinda embarrassing bc I get to the grove and alfira and lakrissa are lowkey flirting with me like girls MOVE Im trying to fuck zevlor 😭

[rayadraws]

Then and now

[tealfling]

RolanWeek

Day 3: Fight or Forgiveness

Both? It's Act 2 y'all. Coren did not have a good time.

“Thank you,” Cal’s gentle voice once again interjected his siblings arguing. “For saving me. And these two idiots.”

Coren turned to him. Trying to give him a side smile even though her every muscle screamed. They were safe in Last Light. And that’s all that mattered. “There's no need to thank me, Cal. It was the least I could do after–”

“And humble, too?” Lia interrupted. Coren hugged her arms tighter around her shoulders. No. She was glad they seemed to be in such high spirits after just being released from the Moonrise dungeon. But she couldn’t say her mood reflected theirs. Her head pounded. Feeling light-headed and nauseous. And her neck…

“She has no cause to be humble,” Rolan announced. The sound of his voice cut through her making her recoil. They hadn’t spoken to each other since her party stumbled upon him in the midst of the Shadow Cursed Lands. “She’s brought us back together,” Rolan professed, “a task I failed miserably at.” Coren sunk into herself more, guilt sitting uneasy in her stomach. “You went out of your way to help us, it’s only right you get something in return.” Rolan reached into his side pouch. When Coren dared to look up, to her utter disgust, saw a coin purse in Rolan’s hand. “Here,” he said thankfully, “I hope it helps.”

Bile churned within Coren. “I don't want your coin, Rolan,” she sighed. Her voice raspy and with no energy to argue with Rolan anymore. “You'll need it in Baldur's Gate anyway. Good luck with your apprenticeship. Sorry for all the trouble,” she added, turning away defeated.

“Hey, soldier,” Karlach called. As Coren’s head turned back to look over her shoulder, her hair slipped back revealing an angry purple bruise in the perfect shape of a hand around her throat. Rolan's jaw clenched. “I’ve got Halsin,” Karlach continued, “let him take a look at you.”

Coren turned to face her two approaching companions fully, leaving the siblings to stare at her back and exchange worried glances. “I'm fine, really, Karlach. There's no need to waste your spells on me, Halsin. I'll just sleep it off.”

Halsin’s brow knit with concern. “No doubt you know how to weather the worst storms, little Lightning Bug, but you are looking worse for wear. If you don’t mind my saying.” Coren nodded, she knew she looked like shit.  “I think we would all feel a little better if you allowed someone to assess your injuries. At least allow me to alleviate the pain.” His large hand tenderly swept back more of her navy hair further revealing the deep bruise on her throat. Even Halsin's gentlest touch made Coren hiss in pain. 

Rolan was struck with guilt, but something else knotted inside him when the large druid ran his thumb along the sorceress’ jaw.

“Serves me right for picking a fight with the Warden in her office. Turns out, I've been letting myself get rusty at close quarters combat.” Coren shrugged, waving Halsin off dismissively. “Lesson learned. Next time I feel like being choked out and tossed around by a big, angry tiefling woman, I'll ask Karlach to do it,” she forced a laugh looking up at her fiery friend. “Can I go sleep off my shame now?”

Karlach shuffled closer, “Come on, soldier, don't be like. She cracked your head on the dungeon wall. I’m surprised you're not down to one horn like me. Come on, let Halsin make sure you aren't any more scrambled than the worm has us.”

Beside Rolan, both Cal and Lia tensed. Cal leaned over to Lia, “I thought that sound was the gnome’s hammer.”

“Astarion gave me a potion. I'll live. It's fine,” Coren said flippantly, “I just really want a bath and some sleep now.” 

“As you wish,” Halsin lamented. “But I would prefer you spend the night here. In one of the room’s Jahira offered while I tend to Art’s wounds.”

Coren sighed. “Fine.” She pushed past her companions as the two of them and the tiefling siblings watched her ascend to the second floor of the inn.

There was almost no wind here. No comforting up draft. Only darkness and despair. The wood of the railing of Last Light Inn’s balcony creaked beneath Coren’s feet. A second healing potion and bath had helped her body feel better, but sleep still eluded her. 

Rolan was right. All of this was her fault. If she hadn’t said anything. If she had traveled with the refugees. Her people. If she hadn’t gone to the creche. If she had been with them instead of cowering away from the Shadow Curse by playing around in the Underdark. How many lives would have been spared? This was all her fault. Their deaths. Their blood, was on her hands. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Coren might have saved the few from Moonrise, but that would never–

“Zurgan!”

A hand warm gripped Coren’s wrist, jerking her off the balcony. She couldn’t catch herself and landed face first in someone’s chest wrapped in their arms.

“What in the damned Hells do you think you're doing?” Rolan gripped her shoulder’s angrily, shaking her.

Coren hissed in pain causing Rolan to release her, but not drop the accusing glare from his face.

“Nothing!” she bit.

“That didn’t look like nothing! People do not stand on balconies to do nothing!”

Coren stood there flabbergasted. “What? Did you think I would jump? Seriously? I’m not sure if I’m more offended that you thought I would jump off a shitty two story balcony or that I would be injured from a fall from a shitty two story balcony! I can Fly you dumbass,” she spat.

“Well-I,” he stammered.

Coren realized her hands were still supporting her on his chest and quickly shoved herself off him. “What the fuck do you even care? You hate me.” That probably wasn’t true and she knew it But she was so angry. And so hurt. And she could never hate him. But maybe her heart would hurt less he hated her.

“What?! No- I,” Rolan started.

“What? Like it isn’t true?” she scoffed.

“It’s not!” Rolan shot.

“Yeah, okay. You don’t have to pretend-”

Rolan growled, then threw his hands up in frustration. “You infuriating little witch! Would you just allow me to speak?”

“Why!?” Coren snapped. “What more could you possibly have to say to me, Rolan? You were right. This is all my fault. Cal and Lia were captured because of me! The other’s died! Because of ME!” She exploded. Distant sounds of thunder echoed overhead. “So you don’t have to say anything. I-” her eyes stung as she tried to hold back the tears.

For a moment, neither said anything. Rolan closed the gap between them again, slowly reaching to take her hand in his.

“But I do have something to say,” he said gently, “Something very important, you need to hear.” “Coren, please look at me,” Rolan tugged her hand up so she turned. “Firstly, I’m sorry. So sorry. I’ve lashed out at you, drunkenly and otherwise, and you helped us anyway. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Rolan,” Coren began to protest.

“No, you went out of your way to help us. I have Cal and Lia back because of you, Coren. For that, I am truly grateful.” He cupped her smaller hand in both of his. “And if my attempt at monetary thanks offended you, I meant no disrespect,” Rolan insisted. “Please forgive my earlier behavior. It -uh- it seems to have given you the impression that I hate you, and that is not the case. You are, however, insufferable.” 

Coren rolled her eyes. “Well, when you put it that way,” she teased. “How could I refuse your apology?”

[thedoctorscompanion]

Here we are before the end

Whatever happens afterwards, my love, I'm glad I met you.

[desertdruidcrafts]

Some new giant variants, the two more demodands, a tiefling archer, a time dragon, and some fun little guys. I always enjoy designing giants and elementals. I'll have some variants out for these next week, including a purple time dragon like the 3.5 days.

[goblinnobraincell]

why bro yammering so much

(my storm sorcerer Agapi and his massive half orc half goliath boyfriend)

[hyanide]

🖤 One more Tav commission, those are too much fun! ✨

[artofshinga]

A bit ago I did a whole-ass set of warlocks based on D&D 5e subclasses - mostly for fun and also because my RP group was planning a warlock game. I didn't HAVE to draw one of each but doing so DID help me decide which one I wanted to play (this is, to note, why the characters are all pretty fem-coded - because that's my favorite to RP) Anyway, after I drew them all, folks asked if I'd do other classes too. And I was like, maybe? But, sorcerer did sound fun to do this with so over the last few months I've been working on them kinda on the side while I put most my energy in, like, the commissions I need to finish lol. But here, a bunch of theoretical sorcerers I'd personally play in a game:

Let's start us off with Iris, a half-elf who'd be living a pretty normal life in a normal job (I was thinking she was probably a waitress or somethin) until she finds something weird - a piece of a meteor or something, you know how it goes. Suddenly she has powers, and that's where her adventure would begin More sorcerers under the cut!

Tally I struggled with because, as it turns out, little mechanical fairy wings are complicated to draw. BUT also fun - I liked the idea of a fairy who's lost her wings and while she's trapped in the material plane she befriends a clockmaker who builds her little wings for her and eventually her magic ends up kind of syncing up with the mechanical way he teaches her about the world

Elysia was actually the last one I drew, since I have a DIFFERENT Divine Soul sorcerer I've already designed and want to play as a priority, but then I happened to see something about Greek gods while watching TV one day and thought, oh hey, that'd be a fun way to play with a divinity-themed sorcerer - maybe a musician that caught the affections of a god who blessed her with magic

Cherish is a cheerful tiefling working at an inn with her former-adventurer mother. We can guess what sort of things her mother got up to in her adventure since she ended up raising a child with some mysteriously draconic features

NGL Aine was just a way for me to play with some of the inspirations I used to cling to as a kid. Sailor Moon and other various bits of anime and JRPGs and such that I loved in my youth and used a LOT to inspire art. I wanted to remember that - and a catgirl wearing too many belts sounded perfect for that

Leila is probably my weirdest - she's SPECIFIC, like if there's a campaign set in the Shadowfell or something, I imagined a maid working in a mansion that gets magicked away to this realm and her gaining that shadow power when it happens

One of my first 5e characters was a storm sorcerer - more focused on rain and lightning and thunder. I used the same hair color and close to the same skin color to make this new storm sorcerer as a bit of a nod to that character, and wanted this one more focused on winter storms (including making her a winter eladrin elf)

and last but certainly not least, Gemma the halfling cursed with wild magic. I think she started off her adventuring life with a thieves' group before they found the wrong magic artifact. You know how it goes