(armor design by
RooksRooftops, everything else fabricated by me)
aliems! ahh!! scary!! I'm really happy with the homebrew class that
nightscrimson suggested when i offered my mega vague ideas, and with how the oneshot the character was made for has gone! it's been wonderful, a real treat. I love this noodle and their scorpion hitchhiker
(wow, a character who uses a polearm? daring today, aren't we)
RooksRooftops, everything else fabricated by me)A long, limber figure approaches, comfortable and at home in the fading heat of the day. Every step is graceful, deliberate, and distressingly leisurely as they approach this important meeting without a care in the world, their strides long and yet somehow still irritatingly slow. Their long sleeves billow in the breeze and their head sways smoothly side to side as they walk to a rhythm that only they seem able to hear, approaching the oasis at their own pace. when at last they stop and stand before the group their height and build become apparent: over 7 feet (213cm) tall, slim, but lean with a form that suggests rather than clarifies. Whoever they are they stop and stare unblinking but smiling, sparing glances to everyone assembled. Below their cowl glimpses of white, ivory, plum, and vermillion glimmer in the fading light, but the most striking color comes in the form of an acid green eye with a sharp pupil that moves much faster then expected. After a time they bring their hands up and together and offer a fluid bow and a greeting to the assembled group: when they speak their voice is throaty, pleasant, and full of syrup, hovering somewhere implacable between feminine and masculine.
"Goooooood evening..." A green forked tongue flits out from a closed mouth. "Aaaah, and what a night this is for a ssecret meeting..." They grin as they stand up straight again, hands still held together. "Srazoth of the Gilded Banner... Delighted to make your acquaintance, sususu..."
It's now quite obvious that one hand is twice as large as the other. Judging by the peaks and lumps in their sleeve there's a heavy gauntlet worn on just their left arm, but when that arm lowers there's only the silence of silk.
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Now that the gauntlet has fully taken hold, there is nothing visible of Srazoth except for their nose, jaw, and lingering smile. Even their presence has faded, replaced by something new and forboding. A foul green liquid has begun to dribble from their mouth as they open it to speak, and when they do their voice takes on this new malevolence. It echoes with a harsh wetness that is colder than the embrace of a black hole, but a faint trace of Srazoth's honeyed tone lies somewhere in there.
"PTHOCTA KRA SNICXSA MCHATU YSHA KRAAZTCO." an incomprehensible series of wet clicking noise accompanies the sentence. "NCTSCI PTHOSTE TLUU..." The scent of acid fills the air, but the next words are in the common tongue: "Cede unto me your power. I shall devour it... Su su su..."
aliems! ahh!! scary!! I'm really happy with the homebrew class that
nightscrimson suggested when i offered my mega vague ideas, and with how the oneshot the character was made for has gone! it's been wonderful, a real treat. I love this noodle and their scorpion hitchhiker(wow, a character who uses a polearm? daring today, aren't we)
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 4000 x 2500px
File Size 3.39 MB
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