#valdoon

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Send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like. - Nicole Kidman (or anyone else you think might best represent the Lioness!)

"They call her the 'Lioness."

Eld held up the picture with a curious look, noting the elven features and the golden aura about the woman. As much as he thought he looked curious to any onlooker it would always appear to be marred with grim lines and a hard frown. The witch hunter's blue eyes would lift from the photo as he gently laid it down on table to eye the guardsman in front of him.

"Who's the cub?"

The guardsman gave a chuckle as he struck a match, the soft flame dipping into the bowl of his pipe as he puffed gently with his casual grin. "That's what we want to know."

Smoothly the inquisitor would slide the photo back to he guard, the curiosity gone from him as the frown deepened. "I'm not a detective, Valdoon."

Waving away the match Valdoon would toss the smoldering stick in the ashtray with a grunt. "I am well aware of your talents and I assure you we know who need for this."

Candell was already rising to his feet, adjusting his tunic as he stood. "Since when do I qualify for SI:7 work?"

"Since the name Nimueh arrived in my agent's report."

The witch hunter froze.

Valdoon nodded softly as his former joviality faded, reaching forward he slid the photo back over to Eldridge. "You seem familiar."

The inquisitor stared hard at the photograph, no change to his grim visage as the blue eyes had grown hard as the iron he carried. "I thought she was dead."

"Hmph," Valdoon took his turn to grunt now as he chewed on the end of his pipe. "San'layn seem to have an 'in' with the realm of the dead."

Eld held the picture again now, his eyes boring into the crude but clear scene. A beautiful woman. A warm child. A hint of shadow in the background. The hands.

"Where do I find the lion?"

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NEXT: Haven! My Aasimar Paladin.

I made Haven with one goal: Have a sadder, edgier and more tragic character than my friend (who consistently just RPs really sad and tragic characters).

So context for the setting: This campaign was set in a dream like world, that was super weird and unique. All aasimar there are intersex, stone statue-like beings and they all basically look the same except they have fighting game colour swaps. They are created from their really weird extra planar dimension called the Evernever and celestials are incomprehensible biblically accurate angels. Thus all the extra eyes, wings and markings.

Haven was raised to be a protector for their village, and they devoted their life to it. They were also married to an elven woman, Aramylla, and became a step-parent to her daughter, Terra. That is until Valdoon, an aasimar who could control the Nightmare, attacked and slaughtered their village and daughter while Haven and their wife went to fight off the attackers.

After the attack, the two swore an oath to get revenge on Valdoon. Due to their angelic nature, the oath changed Haven and that became their sole goal. After years of hunting for Valdoon and finding nothing, Aramylla and Haven parted ways. Aramylla wanted to move on and forget, while Haven couldn't separate themselves from their oath.

After years of traveling and searching again, Haven eventually started to work and adventure with a pair of Genasi: Phillipa, and Cirrius. Unconsciously, Haven started to care and act as their protector, slowly learning to open up and love once again. Their mission to fight the nightmare and seek revenge on Valdoon lessening. That is, until, they met up with other adventurers and met Valdoon face to face. The two fought, but Valdoon was so overwhelming powerful, that Haven couldn't do anything against him. They were then thrown off a bridge and barely survived.

With this, Haven's quest for vengeance returned in full force, and became worse than every before since Valdoon started using the Nightmare to torture and mess with Havens mind. This pushed them to find ways to become more powerful. Phillipa, who Haven had begun to care fore as family begged Haven to wait and work together with the party, had managed to convince Haven. But when another party member, Nyx (an undead warlock), talked to them it backfired. So Haven set off alone to find a wish dragon to find power.

Alone and endlessly tormented from hallucinations from Valdoon and the other celestial bodies fighting for a new champion in Haven, they dreamed for the power to get revenge and an end to the pain. The wish dragon then ceased to exist and Haven became a fallen aasimar, their eyes disappearing, their stone skin cracking, and having sand pour out of them endlessly. They were also cursed to harm anything they touched (1d8 necrotic damage iirc).

Phillipa, hurt and betrayed began to distance herself from Haven, and when she needed help, Haven couldn't even be there to carry and support her.

This campaign also was abandoned lol. I should also mention, most of these are all the same group, we just start new campaigns a lot.

But before we stopped this campaign, my DM and I's plan for Haven was actually to sacrifice themselves to save the party, where they would fully lose their autonomy and become a wandering husk that would fight anything that came near them. I would then play a back up, until the time came that they would fight Haven on the way to the BBEG and could (potentially) get them to come back and regain control of themselves again. If they did come back, I would have had Haven retain the cracks but have it be like Kintsugi, where you repair broken pottery but create something new and beautiful. But alas, twas not meant to be.