#witch aelf

[discoeleutherio]

dazzle camo witch aelf

[thecrowinggriffon]

I never quite like the latest cauldron of blood mini. I find it too bulky an impractical. It's also just too massive to be pulled by two witch elves. The old version from 6th edition was better in it's simplicity, but lacked mobility. So I 3D printed some parts and converted a cauldron on spiderlegs! Very fitting for some Drows, don't you think?

[mrwinter25]

Witch Aelf

[lifeattomsdiner]

I really do love it when tiny mechanical interactions completely swing the arc of TTRPG sessions. In today's Soulbound session, our binding was chasing down a fleeing villain, who managed to slip away into the Undercity by throwing a magical flashbang at us. @dragonsaffron's witch-aelf Fearalia, decidedly a melee-focused character, nonetheless managed to get a parting pistol shot off to the tune of all of 1 damage.

Ordinarily this would hardly matter. But as it happens, my vampire lord Carnelius has the Scent of Blood talent, allowing him to track a creature by scent alone, with advantage, if it has a Wound or has taken damage within the last hour. Because of the scratch dealt by Fearlia's shot, we were able to follow the villain much more quickly than we would've been able to otherwise, thoroughly thwarting her plan before it could get into its final stages.

[kaijusrpgbrainstorm]

New Year, New Character 2: Day 23

Shevanya Heartseeker, Murder Elf, Age of Sigmar: Soulbound “It's not that I got kicked out for killing too many people. I got kicked out for killing the wrong person. Specifically, the local priestess. Entirely different situation.” - Shevanya Sometimes, it is that simple. Shevanya was a loyal and devout member of the Church of Khaine, God of Murder, recruited into and a part of the the Kraith, a particularly bloodthirsty subsect of the religion. And she was quite happy there. Unfortunately, killing one of the local priestesses in a fit of rage was not the sort of murder the cult approved of. Especially when said priestess was favoured by the High Oracle herself. Not one to casually waste a useful asset (as killing a priestess was no simple feat) Morathi chose to offer Shevanya to become Soulbound, effectively exiling the Witch Aelf from her order, but retaining her loyalty. As well as placing a potentially useful tool in a potentially useful position. Shevanya, meanwhile, is just happy that she gets to keep killing things for Khaine. Species: Aelf Archetype: Witch Aelf Subfaction: The Kraith (Revelry in Carnage) Age: 130 Distinguishing features: Tongue Piercing Eyes: Hard, Jade Hair: Honey Blonde Height: 6' 2”

Body 3

Mind 1

Soul 3

Arcana

Athletics 1T, 1F

Awareness

Ballistic Skill

Beast Handling

Channelling

Crafting

Determination

Devotion 1T

Dexterity 1T

Entertain

Fortitude

Guile

Intimidation 1T

Intuition

Lore

Medicine

Might

Nature

Reflexes 1T, 1F

Stealth 1T, 1F

Survival

Theology

Weapon Skill 2T, 1F

Talents: Blood Frenzy, Ambidextrous, Combat Ready, Backstab, Graceful Landing,

Melee Good

Accuracy Poor

Defense Average

Initiative 2

Armour 1

Toughness 7

Wounds 4

Mettle 2

Natural Awareness 1

Equipment:

Leather Armour (Light Armour), two sacrificial blades (2x dagger), 1 dose of Venom of Nagendra, three phials of a basic poison, a bottle of acid, 220 drops of Aqua Ghyranis)

[whitegoldtower]

Playing with my book characters!!

Gwynvaer: half-high-elf noblewoman, warrior witch. The smartest in the group and they all know it. Strong build; there's giant blood in her veins.

'Aelf' / Serarian : A star in the guise of an elf (I have my own race called 'Coronids'); he's a paladin of the ancients and my main character (Folcwyn)'s love interest / soulmate.

Seithenyn: human vampire (vampire is the closest thing to what he is in the book) rogue, born for evil but chooses to do something about that.

Gwalchmai: a drow-vampire is the closest thing BG3 has to what he is. He's also a fighter and has a very strong moral compass.

[edenjacobs]

My Current WIP

is a novel called The Rook of Crooked Wood. I've been working on this novel for FOREVER on and off and I might actually be able to give it an ending I don't hate this time.

This is the cover I made in Canva and photoshop for nanowrimo. I'm currently at ~28k with it, hoping for 30k before the end of the weekend.

I guess I'll just copy and paste the blurb I made for nano as well.

There has always been a Rook in The Crooked Woods. It’s said that without her, the custodian of the Rifts within the Woods, the known realms will collapse without her. Emma Rook is the latest, albeit reluctant, custodian. For generations, a woman bearing the name Rook has been gifted with the power to open and close rifts in the veil between Realms, a rare and dangerous talent for those who wield it. Emma’s grandmother’s dead at over a hundred and fifty something means she has to leave behind the life she loved, her best friend Sage and their thriving hair salon. If she didn’t, the rifts will open and Riftwealds, the realm The Crooked Woods leads into would collapse. Our world and the others beyond will be overrun by those who might do them harm. It sounds like hard, boring and lonely work. Emma knows for a fact it is, she spent summers with her granny Peg in the wealds helping her do her riftwork. Emma didn’t want to be a Rook. She even took her mother’s maiden name when she left for at eighteen and much to Peg’s bitter disappointment. She was Emma Madden, hair stylist and party girl. She loved her life, every minute of it… But something always called her back to The Crooked Woods. Or should that be someone? She dreamed of him every night, the boy with the wintry eyes and green skin. The one who showed her the way home when she got lost, the first time she ventured into Riftwealds on her own, chasing a cat-sith kitten. He gave her a kiss, and she promised to find him again. A promise that wasn’t kept. She was eleven years old, and the same day she found the love of her life, she lost her family. Emma was never told the full details of their death, nor did she want to know. Moving to the city was a fresh start, a new life. Leaving their tragic legacy behind was one Emma fought hard for. There was no escaping fate, no matter how hard to ran, was there? Grieving both Peg & the life she left behind, Emma is woken by someone knocking on her door. She opens it and faces someone she never thought she’d see again. The boy in her dreams. The boy—now a rather handsome and tall aelf is looking for her grandmother. He needs the Rook Witch, he tells her. Someone is killing his people, the native aelves of Riftwealds, The Court of Ferns. Turning them into monsters and burning their sacred tree groves. When he storms out, after realising she is now The Rook Witch and the girl who never returned for him, Emma is faced with the knowledge that the boy in her dream is real, and so are the monsters her grandmother warned her about. She is reluctant to step into her Peg's shoes as well as truly step into her new life. But people rely on the Rook to keep the realm safe, she already feels bad enough without that on her conscious too. She’s attacked by a bunch of white skinned, red eyed feral vampires and rescues a toddler with green skin, orange hair and red eyes. He looks like a princeling of the Court of Ferns, and as Rook it’s up to her to return him home, whether she wants to face Fhion or not. She is Rook whether she likes it or not. It's a burden she just has to bear. A duty she and no other can fulfill. Her first adventure as The Rook of The Crooked Woods will teach her things about herself she never thought possibly true, as well as discovering devastating truths about her family’s deaths and Peg’s past. And one fact: Not only can you not escape destiny, sometimes the past kicks your arse too.

So far there is plenty of magic and stuff but no romance and my lead seems to be leading me around in circles because we're both too scared to approach the end because it means trouble for the both of us: She sort of dies and I sort of have to write the next sequel!!

But I do love it, I'm writing in first POV for the first time in a full length project. It's hard considering how I love to head hop. And it's also hard not making Emma a know-it-all overpowered god-mode type character since I know (sort of, I'm totally pantsing this draft) what happens so she does too?

So I'm trying my hardest not to do that, and to start making Emma make things happen instead making things happen to her. It's absolutely chaos trying to mix a cosy, foresty witchy story with a vampire apocalypse story with a goddess from Ancient Egypt mixed it. Chaos, but mostly fun lol.

[demi-lancer]

[daughter-of-khaine]

Time to roll the dice, you know I'm the type Type to risk my life, not afraid to die Type to make you cry, type to put a price All up on your head, do just what I said I'm a straight up villain, straight up villain

[radheim]

If you're going to get shot, is this the final view you'd prefer? . Sophia Mia von Reden #aims down the #barrel of her #duelling #pistol. Detail of @bensquig's #witch #hunter #warband #miniatures #mordheim #aos #aos28 #Adelaide #warhammer #tabletop #wargaming #paintingwarhammer #ageofsigmar #pistol #sword #witchhunter #macro #photography #miniature #canon #DSLR #skull #gamesworkshop #models #conversion #citadel #paintingmini #tabletopgaming #Aelf

[fromcommorragh]

Daughters of Khaine by Cubicle 7 for Soulbound

[imrillion]

Now... let's get that mist pumpin! Video to follow! #wip #workinprogress #gamesworkshop #whfb #aos #miniatures #warmongers #40k #art #paintingwarhammer #tabletop #painting #warhammerfantasy #wargaming #druchii #warhammer40k #darkelf #elves #darkelves #warhammer40000 #witch #aelf #elf #wip #exiles #gw

[thecrowinggriffon]

Druchii-Drow

[bronze-ogre-painting]

Took this month's freebie model (witch aelf/sister of slaughter) and painted her up as a drow.

[lifeattomsdiner]

[The binding is exploring an abandoned house.  Amongst other things, they’ve discovered a grandfather clock that continuously shows one minute to midnight, despite appearing to be in perfect working order.]

Knight-Questor: [Attempts to move the hands past midnight; the hands mystically reset themselves.  Holds the pendulum still and attempts to move the hands again; they once again reset themselves to a minute to midnight.]

Witch-Aelf: “...what are you doing over there?”

Knight-Questor: “Checking the time.”

[valiantbionicrope]

So the new Age of Sigmar RPG has lots of great artwork. Inclduing mutplte of female Duardin. Whihc is awesome but one peice made me wanna write somthing.

“I warn you Aelf The Engine rooms are damn hot. Your Uglu blood may not withstand the heat”

“Pfft. Master Duardin I have crossed the great Parch. I have fought in sweltering jungles. I had leapt across streams of lava, so that I might sink my blades before my sisters. Do you really think your engine roo… Master Duardin who is that woman?”

“Ohh her That’s are Endrimaster. Merna! You got company”

The woman tightened the last bolts standing back she admires her work. She turns to the voice behind her to see her shipmate standing next to a very red face Witch Aelf.

“Y’all good there Miss?” Merna askes.

The Aelf’s body suddenly went limp and toppled forward, Merna rushed forward and caught the much taller woman in her arms. During her fall the Aelf had turned her body so that she landed facing her saviour.

“Ohh by Khaine’s wrath” the Aelf swooned “This heat is unbearable. Thank you, Merna for your quick feet and Strong yet comfortable arms.”