Feb 23rd, 2026 - Drawing for a character I plan on using for a Daggerheart game in the WitherWild setting.
Wasn't feeling the shading and detailing work I was doing, so I figured I'd post this as is.

I wrote a long-winded background, which I am sure was extremely useful to the DM and not just filled with jokes.
And like all my characters, the class I choose was fighter.

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In Haven, he is known by many titles:
The Lord of Lasagna, Heir to the Fair of Pear, and The Bulky Bulwark
In the Wither, he received less endearing calls:
Waddle-Wyrm, Bread-fed in Red, and The Triple Chi’s (chicken, cheese, and double chins)

The name both communities agree on however was “Pampered Prince”

Auren Loren’Zon, the drakona in question, was the youngest of the family during the onset of the Serpent’s Sickness. He saw tragedies of the terrifying sickness and the actions taken by the city of Haven. He did not understand how nature was altered, he just how the city changed. Officials stated that the blight had been solved. The wizards had brought forth an endless spring, without thought to what harvests it might’ve brought.

With the Witherhold growing thick and mysterious, the Loren’Zon family made machinations for making money and amassing influence. Hiring hunters to bring back the bounty groves of the Witherwilds. The Loren’Zons sold fruits and meats from the Wither as a way to stave off the Serpent’s coil. “Buy from the Loren’Zon’s stalls. Take in nature’s bounty and grow!”

Auren was raised as a paragon of this idea: endless bounty must be met with equal growth and consumption. To fight to eat the fruits of the Wither, to become a bulwark against beasts, and grow as thick as towering tree trunks. He underwent a expansive regiment, consuming copious amounts of Witherhold harvest. The routine did not go to waste, but it did go to waist. Auren grew grand, as did his renown. He could not go anywhere in the city without bumping into those who recognized him.

The Loren’Zons succeeded in creating a symbol of abundance, as the citizens of Haven grew fond of Auren’s stature and personality. Auren, now well known, was moved to a new stage to be grown. Training in Haven’s Institute of Combat, instructors were quick to boast how they could make a fighter out of anyone. Despite the great weight of a fattening fate, Auren dutifully finished their curriculum as he did any other meal.

Having finished all courses, there was a short dessert, before his family sent him off to the Wither with a new task; accompanied by a hired wizard to catalog many of the plants and herbs with hopes of finding new medicinal remedies or even an alternative cure for the Serpent’s Sickness. His family would no doubt celebrate his successful return with a grand feast. And for a city to sell their latest findings.

But for now, in this town so far from Haven and his endearing community, his family influence remains. Much to Auren’s annoyance, his lodgings are sent a stipend to ensure the Pampered Prince always has more than enough to eat, and nothing else.