#wrath of the righteous spoilers

[ariannadi]

CMON YOU CAN'T TELL ME THIS SHIT AIN'T CUTE

HE'S SUCH A SWEETIE WITH HER ToT

[depresanesfreetime]

Camellia, you're in the team literally because you can pick locks. I know already that you're Chaotic Evil, although it's not that difficult to guess, considering your voice lines.

SHUT YOUR FUCKING MAW.

You're all level seven. Ember can cast Scorching Ray and Snowball. She can break bones. She lifts up everyone's spirits. She's the Ray of Sunshine. She's amazing. UNLIKE YOU.

"She can't even hold a weapon" EXCEPT SHE CAN, YOU GASLIGHTING ABLEIST.

And right after that dialogue, Ember cast Cure Serious Wounds, even though she hasn't learned that yet. Just to spite your fucking ass.

I have to admit, I didn't expect Wendu to defend Ember. But I love it. And she hates Camellia for all the right reasons.

What an event...

[grimvestige]

B) What inspired you to create them? (Tiarnan) ; C) Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? (Draper) ; What memory do they revisit the most often? (Wrath!Caedrinn) :3

Triple threat!!! :O

What inspired you to create them? (Tiarnan)

Tiarnan is actually an AU of an NPC I really love RPing from my own D&D setting, The Folly of Helios! (That NPC is just called 'The Owl'!) I ended up playing Tiarnan after talking over a few character ideas with the GM for Hadreon and deciding he would fit the best.

As far as how I changed him for the setting I basically went "What if his wife wasn't dead lol" (and also changed wife to spouse bc we need more big strong nonbinary sword wielders), and from there it was lots of putting puzzle pieces together with things I liked about Hadreon! He's an enchantment wizard because it's a great specialist school mechanically and I wanted to engage with the ethical conundrum of enchantment magic + diplomacy. He ended up a rebel sidhe because I liked Leon a bunch and just wanted my character to be friends with him, and his aspect ended up getting picked based around the choice of specialty magic school & profession!

Did you have trouble figuring out where they fit in their own story? (Draper)

A lot actually! I really love Draper now, but I very much was frustrated with her at one point because the party didn't end up relying on her for the two things she was good at: healing & poisoning stuff. Plus, anything else she was okay at, there was already somebody who specialized in it.

BUT by the end of the campaign, she ended up basically brute forcing her way in lmao - she got a level in magus so she could actually hit things herself, not to mention that it was her adoptive family that played key roles in helping the party.

She's the sort of character who's a completely unwilling adventurer but is unfortunately good at it and gets roped into things because of that, which is fun to play!

What memory do they revisit the most often? (Wrath!Caedrinn)

OOOO I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY KNIGHT COMMANDER! It's fun to talk about his internal feelings since there aren't a lot of methods to explore that in-game!

The memory that Caedrinn revisits most is confronting his own reflection in the mirror and the Aeons. He feels really conflicted about having these powers thrust upon him - on one hand, they give him the ability to undo horrific curses and rituals with the snap of his fingers. On the other, they urge him to force people to repent for understandable crimes like stealing supplies because they weren't getting enough.

Being calloused and lawful isn't in his nature, but the path set out before him demands it - both in terms of mythic power and in leading the fifth crusade. After some recent happenings involving companion quests (To not spoil things and to keep it brief, Regill's first quest, and a part of Sosiel's that involves interrogating a Hellknight), he's having a bit of an existential crisis. Is he the carefree drunken wanderer turned hero? Or is he becoming the heartless authority he despises?

(Bonus art of Caedrinn's reflection I wasn't sure I was gonna post but since it's relevant here ya go!)

Thank you for the asks!!! these were very fun to think about!!

If you want to throw more OC asks at me here ya go!

[rangedreign]

[thesolemnhour]

@thedosianexplorer your tags made me lose my mind bc:

1. you are so correct, and it is important to me to say that every time she does this, she combines whatever useless junk she finds in communal storage and performs extremely skilled labor to turn them into something that is somehow even less valuable than before.

2. it reads like she is trying to one-up [SPOILERS BEWARE] daeran's severed head situation [END SPOILERS], which would produce perhaps the funniest inventory menu of all time. head, head, agria knick knack, head, knick knack, knick knack, head. like you would HAVE to laugh at that point.

talked abt it earlier on discord but im so attached to this piece of deep lore that i feel compelled to share on here: agria has both a compulsive need to be working on something at all times and also a complete dearth of real supplies 90% of the time, which means she is constantly churning out absolutely useless magical items. look, seelah, i braided you a bracelet of invisibility (only the bracelet is invisible)

[blighted-elf]

Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous - Zephyrus and Daeran 2/?

[dujour13]

Woljif: my abusive family lining up to kick my ass 😭

Regill: can I be next

[generalgrievoussummerbod]

Another Inktober piece 😃

11 - Snack(s)

Kenabres, 4175 AR. Approximately one day before cultists attack the Defender's Heart.

(Best to click for better image quality, tumblr’s mangling the preview)

My KC, Dornik, distinctly remembers waking up in agony a few days ago and hearing Some Fucking Blond telling everyone to throw their mortally wounded body in an accommodating ditch, so now they're choosing violence~

Might be easier to read the panels individually on mobile, so I've included them along with some ramblings about characters and designs under the cut 😊.

Panels!

I love writing and drawing these characters so much aaaa, they're all DISASTERS and their designs are so fun. Everything about Wenduag's design is just chef's kiss I've never not had fun making art of her! Those eyes! Those adorable cheeks! Those damn spider leggies! She's so expressive and awful I love herrrrr.

Dornik and Daeran are both great for challenging myself. I'm not imagining Wenduag is tiny, Dornik's just a pretty strong orc who's nearly 7ft tall, and learning to capture that built-like-a-mountain vibe is so rewarding. (Because orc. More orc so good yesssss.) This picture is taken seconds before disaster (Dornik in all their 8 wis glory has yet to twig that Wenduag might take their hilarious joke as an endorsement) because what are beloved OCs for if not taking Ls?

With Daeran, one of my favourite things about his portrait is how vaguely unsettling it is, especially with his eyes, and I really want to capture that when I'm drawing him. His unhinged energy is so important to me 😍, and the idea of that rhythm of high energy-sudden stop (the first mask drops, revealing a second, equally beautifully crafted mask which is also but not entirely more true)-high energy dance is what inspired me to make this in the first place. That, and the escalating-curveballs dynamic you can have between him and your Commander 😍 just an absolute pair of menaces 😍.

And Cami's just always a delight to draw, she's trying hard (well. sometimes) to be so proper but underneath there is everything So Wrong With Her (Cami romancers if you're reading this you're strong and fearless and have all my support). There's such a threatening aura to play with and the contrast between her self and the facade she's trying to maintain is marvelous enrichment for the art brain.

[lexsnotdead]

A TATTOO ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[roorenart]

My wife

Commissions | Etsy

[depresanesfreetime]

Completely unnecessary Staunton's brother who exists only to be killed, even though apparently he could be spared in order to upgrade a sword or something. I don't care, I was speedrunning there.

[vagrant-muffin]

Started Wrath of the Righteous. It’s going well!

[grimvestige]

More silly memes, but this time it's more Wrath stuff ^.^

[rangedreign]

Vorlesh Family Tree

some observations:

- on second thought, rt#1 resembles areelu way more than wotr#1, to the point that i think its meant to represent a younger areelu rather than her child.

[rt#1 scaled down so it's the same width as rt#7]

- who tf is wotr#11? he has all the Vorlesh Features, but we don't know of anyone else in areelu's family. lmk if you've seen this face on any characters ingame 🤔

- a playthrough of wotr where kc is areelu's doppelganger would actually be hilarious. Send That Bitch (me, re-wombing my child's soul) Through The Horrors

- you could read the exclusion of areelu's possible kids from rogue trader's character creation as a kind of metatextual reference to their death

- areelu appearing twice in rogue trader's character creation is kind of funny considering how... long she'd last in 40k's universe (i suppose blood right to power would be the only thing capable of protecting her from her own incredible hubris)

[vaguely-concerned]

I rewatched the recording I made of rye talking to solas for the last time before the big betrayal ('words of the dread wolf'), and it made me have to sit with my face in my hands for a while over the fact that like... rye did everything right, especially by the ideals of the mourn watch when it comes to interacting with spirits. he's cautious but not disrespectful, he gives gratitude and credit and even some companionable banter where it's due, he's willing to hear solas' point of view out even if he doesn't necessarily buy what he's selling, he stays on his guard the whole time but is honest and fair in his dealings with him as far as possible. and it doesn't matter one fucking bit!!! you can make no mistakes, commit no sins, and still fail, still be at the mercy of a lack of mercy and pure callous circumstance!!!!! this catastrophe is coming for you no matter what. there is no perfect thing you could have done, no exact right thing for you to say, no amount of careful or clever you could have been that could have outtricked these circumstances or would have saved you or anyone else. (nothing you could do to save varric either, but you don't know about that yet. it's just that awful feeling in the back of your mind you keep shying away from like it burns you.)

that's... such a painful but important lesson to have to learn in some ways, I think. both forgiving yourself for what you couldn't know until you did, what you couldn't do and never could have done (should never have been made to face, in a better kinder world), and having to accept the shattered illusion of perfect control and safety ever becoming achievable -- if only I do everything right, everything will be okay. and if things aren't okay, that's because I did something wrong and if I were better the bad thing wouldn't have happened; the logic and grief and desperation to hold on to goodness of a child. the logic solas is unable to let go of from the moment he took physical form and to this day (for all his age and experience I can fix this, I can still fix this is the helpless cry of a child, just one dangerously amplified by near-divine levels of power and a very clever mind), and that rook has to learn to let go of or else drown. the examination of that central question of like... you can act with the best of intentions in this world and with as much information as possible and there will still be unforeseen consequences. bad things will still happen. sometimes it won't even be anyone's fault, no one ever meant for it to happen like that. but it did. it did. how will you live with that? in this game is so GOOD. what a theme

[ascendantdemon]

Gazing Starward

(Anevia, Nenio, Aivu, Knight Commander/Arueshalae, trans Knight Commander)

Happy Trans Day of Visibility!

I got to the Anevia conversation in Act 5 and found the response options pretty lacking, especially given that I imagine Aoife (my Azata Knight Commander) as trans. So here's a way that conversation might have gone:

Aoife rubbed her temples. Ever since she’d returned to Drezen, trying to manage the armies and decrees that actually made up the Fifth Crusade had taken up most of her time. She hadn’t even had the time to help Arueshalae with her dream. She stared blankly at the green and red miniatures dotting the map of the Worldwound.

“Commander.” Regill’s stern voice startled Aoife.

“Wha- yeah, Regill, what’s up?”

“It is nearly midnight, Commander. With your permission, I will retire to my quarters, and I recommend you do the same.”

“Oh, of course, Regill. Get some sleep. If I can get these orders issued tomorrow morning, we’ll take the teleportation circle in the afternoon. After we meet with the Hellknights, there are a few places along the front I’d like to follow up on.”

Regill saluted and walked out of the command room. Aoife looked to the guards still remaining.

“You all can leave, too. I’ve got one or two more things to finish up here, but it’s late, and Aivu and myself can take care of any issues that come up.”

The guards stood at attention while she spoke, then bowed to her and left.

“Hey, Commander.” Anevia tapped Aoife’s shoulder. Aoife jumped.

“Anevia, you don’t have to call me that. Technically, I’m not even the commander anymore.”

Anevia shrugged. “Sure. Anything on your mind?” Aoife thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” Aoife sighed. “We’re putting the pieces of the crusade back together, all of my friends here have different places they need to go and things they need to do so that we can fix their specific problems, we need to go save Irabeth and the Queen, I need to figure out what the hell to do with these godsdamned Crystals, there’s all of my friends up at the court (including some actual Azatas) who I have to solve disputes between, and in between doing all of those things I’m in charge of going into all of these places dotted across the Worldwound and killing demons and cultists. It’s just a lot, I guess.”

Anevia laughed. “Yeah. If you need to talk about anything, you know I’m always here for that, right? Even if you just want to shoot the shit about Desnan temples or whatever.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Anevia,” Aoife said. She hesitated, then said, “I promise I’m not trying to press if you don’t want to share, but would you feel comfortable telling me about the issue that Irabeth sold her sword to help resolve?” Anevia laughed.

“Still on that? Sure, Aoife. You remember how I told you about how my mom sent me off to the temple of Desna to keep me safe as a kid?” Aoife nodded. “Well, that’s all true, except that for all she knew, she didn’t send her daughter. She sent her son. The priests at the temple hid me, and they pretended I was a girl as a way to keep me hidden better. Except that I realized it felt right. It was kind of like… like a muscle I didn’t know I had was suddenly relaxed after it had been tense my whole life? Anyway, I kept the disguise. Then, I met Beth, and we fell in love. Eventually, she told me about a potion they make in some parts of the world. She found a reputable alchemist that could make it, and she sold her family’s sword to get the money for it. I told her she didn’t have to, but she insisted. I’m grateful. We’d still have been saving up for it on our combined salaries in Kenabres if she hadn’t.” Aoife was pacing the room now. Anevia waited for her to say something, but the silence lingered. Anevia sighed and started on her prepared defensive. “Look, if this is gonna be some kind of problem, Commander-”

Aoife started laughing. “Fucking Hells. In Kenabres? I’d hoped that maybe I could find a lead there, but I didn’t know how close I’d been…”

“What?”

“I can’t believe you got one in Kenabres. What are the fucking odds?”

“Aoife, were you looking for an Elixir of Sex Shifting? Oh, shit– is Aoife even the right name?”

“Huh?” Anevia’s words snapped Aoife back into the moment. “Oh, yeah, Aoife’s correct. It’s not the name my mother called me, but that was the case even after I told her, so fuck her.” Anevia stared at her as she continued. “I’ve been trying to find one of those fucking potions for years. The one time I went through Nerosyan I saw one on display, but at that point I couldn’t really afford it even if I hadn’t been too frightened to use it.”

“Holy shit, Aoife, I’m so sorry that I didn’t know, I-”

“It’s okay, honestly it’s a pretty big complement to my shoddy illusions and minor transmutations that the best spy in the Crusade didn’t notice.”

“I don’t think they’re as shoddy as you think they are. Have you told anyone else?”

Aoife shook her head. “By the time I was in a position where we had a moment to breathe, I was also the Knight Commander of the Fifth Crusade. There are enough old-ass nobles in the capital that would’ve dropped any pretense of trying to help us out if they knew, and we were already on the rocks as it was. I didn’t want to make that situation any worse.” She paused, thinking. “I’ve tried to bring it up to Arue. If she really does reciprocate my feelings, she should know, right? I don’t know, I didn’t want to impose, especially when we were in the Abyss. She has enough going on. Maybe once I can help her out with her dream we can have an actual conversation about… us, I guess. Me. Her.” Aoife kept pacing as she spoke.

Anevia looked at Aoife thoughtfully. “Irabeth and Arueshalae have a lot of differences, but I can’t imagine that Arueshalae’s reaction to this would be anything short of as supportive and kind as Beth’s was. Whether you take an elixir or not.”

“Objectively I do understand that, but… I don’t know. I don’t think anyone I travel with would be weird about it if I told them, but that doesn’t make it an easy conversation, you know?” Aoife smiled. “Of course, you understand. I don’t know. I don’t want to sound ungrateful or anything, because my life is so insane now, but I wish I’d been able to get an Elixir before Kenabres burned.” She felt her new wings fluttering behind her. “What with the wings and the flower petals and the plants blooming everywhere I walk in Drezen, you’d think Areelu’s fucking ‘Mythic Power’ would have been a place to start with all of this shit, but I’ve tried that and no dice.”

“Well, first off, there’s not going to be any pressure to tell anyone you don’t want to tell. I won’t even tell Beth if you don’t want me to. Second, not to focus on money, but I’m sure you could afford one now, right?”

“Oh, sure. Once you find an alchemist in the middle of the Worldwound who’s using their talents to make Elixirs of Sex Shifting instead of Potions of Healing or Shield of Faith or Alchemist’s Fire, let me know and I’ll add my name to their certainly extensive list of orders.”

Anevia smiled thoughtfully. “You should get to bed, Aoife. You can finish signing these decrees tomorrow. Let me get everything put away.”

“You’re probably right. I need to focus. Save Irabeth, the Queen, and the rest of the Crusaders in Iz, then close the Worldwound, then deal with the expensive and powerful Elixir. I’ll have the bottle in my hands by the end of the year.” Aoife walked over to Aivu, who had been curled up asleep on the floor since just after sunset, and lightly scratched behind her ears. “Hey, Aivu. I’m off to bed, if you want to come hang out.” Aivu opened her eyes groggily, then bounced up to her feet.

“Okay, let’s go! Goodnight Anevia!”

Anevia watched as the pair crossed the hall to the Commander’s Quarters. She snuffed out the last few candles in the war room, and smiled as she walked the short distance down to her and Irabeth’s quarters.

The next day, Anevia took Aoife’s new decrees and passed them onto her scouts, who went off to the teleportation circles to deliver the orders to those expected to carry them out. Aoife took a small group out to the Hellknight camp to meet with Regill’s superiors, and that gave Anevia at least a few days to work.

The Inn was surprisingly full, given how difficult travel in the Worldwound was. Of course, some of the rooms were permanent residents, such as the one Anevia was going to.

“What do you want, girl?” Nenio asked, not looking up from the book she was scribbling notes into.

“Hi to you too, Nenio.”

“Interesting– more individuals than my assistant find the exchange of meaningless pleasantries to be necessary to begin a conversation.” Nenio looked up after writing the thought down. “My question stands, girl.”

“You brew potions, correct?”

“Yes, girl. Though, if you require healing potions, I would suggest you find someone else. I believe the tiefling boy makes them.”

“Great. How do you feel about Transmutation?”

“It is one of the schools of magic. Not entirely uninteresting to me, but not my speciality either. Please, get to the point, girl.”

Anevia smiled and pulled out an old piece of paper with an alchemical formula written on it. “Do you think you could make this?” Nenio took it and scanned it quickly.

“Ah, for my assistant? Good. Her illusions are good, but I imagine she will prefer not having to use the spell power. Yes. I can make this. If you find me the reagents.”

“Wait– you knew?”

“Knew what, girl?”

“Knew the commander was– nevermind. I’ll get you the ingredients.”

Nenio nodded, then went back to her notes. Anevia went to talk to Wilcer about some acquisitions.

The Commander’s trip ended up taking several days, which was good news for Anevia. Nenio had to be reminded of the task she’d agreed to do, but once the ingredients had been requisitioned (Wilcer was helpful to a point, but the thieflings had some helpful connections that got the more exotic ingredients in incredibly quickly), she had completely absorbed herself into honing the elixir.

After the fifth day of work, the mixture was complete. Anevia recognized the smell (she still remembered it vividly), and the viscosity was exactly to specification.

The next day, Aoife, Aivu, Arueshalae, Regill, Ulbrig, Daeran, and Seelah returned to Drezen.

That afternoon, Aoife returned to the war room for the first time since she’d gotten back to Drezen.

“Anevia, can I speak to you for a moment in private?”

“Of course, Commander. Let’s go to the balcony.”

The Commander and Anevia closed the door behind them.

“I told Arue.”

“Yeah? How did it go?”

“It went– she’s so wonderful. I can’t believe I’m so lucky.” Anevia smiled.

“What did I tell you? Arueshalae’s got a good head on her shoulders. I’m glad you talked to her.”

“Thanks, Anevia. I’m sorry to spring this all on you.”

“Aoife, you’re one of the most powerful sorcerers alive and you have an unfathomable mythic connection to the plane where the goddess I’ve worshipped my entire life lives. This is one of the only things in the world I feel confident giving you advice about.” Aoife leaned over and hugged her.

“I don’t know if I’m going to tell anyone else. I don’t think they need to know. Not right now, at least. Maybe someday. Once this is all over.”

“Makes sense. You’ve got a lot on your plate, and so do they.”

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of things on your plate, though, Aoife…” Anevia pulled a small vial of sparkling liquid from a pouch at her side. “I don’t know if this adds something or takes something away, but I found this for you.” Aoife’s eyes widened, then filled with tears.

“You– you did? Where?”

“Found someone in town who could make potions but wasn’t working on anything for the rest of the crusaders. Figured it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle for them. Unrelated, and I don’t imagine she’ll remember why, but you may want to thank Nenio at some point.” Aoife laughed, still crying. She reached out and took the bottle. She contemplated something for a minute, then spoke.

“Tonight, can you meet me and Arue and Aivu in my quarters? I don’t want everyone to see it happen, but… I’d like some company when I take it.”

“Of course, Knight Commander.”

That night, after dismissing everyone from the war room, Aoife walked to her quarters. Ever since her and Arue had finally gotten together, the room had been filled with the flowers of Elysium. A fitting place for such an event, Aoife thought. Aivu and Arueshalae came in together. Aoife walked to Arueshalae, and pulled her into a kiss. Arue blushed and smiled.

“We’re still waiting on Anevia, but I wanted to bring you both here because tonight I’m going to do something that I’ve wanted to do for a long time.” As she spoke, Aoife took the elixir off of her desk. “My physical form… hasn’t really ever been the way it’s felt like it should. For as long as either of you have known me, I’ve been using some simple spells and items to make myself look a bit more like the image in my head.” Anevia walked into the room quietly and smiled at Aoife. “This is a potion that can help. It’ll make my body match the person that you know. That Desna knows. I’m excited, but I don’t want to be alone when it happens. If it’s okay with you, I’d like you to stay here while I take it.” Aivu wagged her tail excitedly.

“Yay! That’s such fun magic!”

“There is no universe where I wouldn’t stay with you when you asked, Aoife,” Arueshalae said earnestly.

Anevia nodded in agreement.

“Thank you.” Aoife’s eyes were watering again. “Well,” she said, uncapping the bottle, “no time to lose, I guess. Bottoms up!”

As she drank the elixir, Aoife’s wings began to flutter, causing her to float into the air. The motes of light that always surrounded her glowed brighter, and began to flash pink, green, purple, and gold. Light swirled around and into her, almost as brightly as it did when her mythic powers grew.

The main sensation Aoife felt was one of warmth. Her entire body felt warm and relaxed, even as the other three watched her features start to morph. Her face softened, her proportions shifted, and she felt her least favorite part of her physical form disappear and change into what she had always wanted there.

Aivu squealed with joy as Aoife descended back to the ground. The lights went back to their normal hues and brightness. Once she landed, Aoife stumbled. Anevia jumped forward to stabilize her.

“Oh, shit, I forgot to mention. The first few hours you’ll be a bit shaky. Your new muscles aren’t used to this body yet. They’ll get there soon, but for now I recommend you stay in bed.” She winked at Arueshalae, who blushed deeply, then nodded.

Aoife reached over to lean on Arue, looked in the mirror, and wept.

She finally saw herself looking back.