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s p o i l e r Illustration for the #kcdbook zine :>

Seven years later I remember my hyperfixation on Gyro 🐎

Esthersund Sundervale (my boy) — a young 25-year-old priest of Lathander, artifact hunter for the church, artist, a “213-centimeter beanpole,” golden boy with a huge heart and a sensitive soul, priest of life, diplomat by necessity, and the only adventurer within a hundred-meter radius capable of healing wounds, apologizing to NPCs, and explaining to his old man why setting himself on fire naked in a tavern courtyard is a bad idea. Although… actually, it’s fine (He might even give the old man a few performance tips) — if it means the paladin will finally stop begging Esthersund for beer money every evening.

Happy birthday to me! To honor this event, I'm working on my beloved Durge Nor and lilies... again

Lady Bellatrix in medieval clothes (it was DTIYS, but I ended up drawing my own OC)

Rymrgand embodies not just death, but all manifestations of collapse - be they famine, plague, or simple bad luck. Rymrgand is a primal god, silent and inscrutable as death itself.  When the Beast of Winter stirs, bitter winds and beastly howling follow the creature's every move. Wherever the beast plants a hoof, all life withers into dust. 

Berath teaches us that duality exists in all things. There is Life in Death, and Death in Life - embrace this duality and you honor Berath.

Laúng, also called Laúng-a-very-long-dragonborn-name, also called Lemon, also called "Where did all my potions go from my backpack?" in coop

I saw this photo and couldn't resist

wip

Some dragonborn sketches

I rarely draw women, but I was inspired to draw myself and my aesthetics

My oathbreaker Durge with some lilies

I called this golden young man Esthersund ❤️

Drawing my Durge after a long break

Text: "capacity: 17 toxins / memes" Kot loves to drink toxins, let's not judge him

And sitting in a summer field in the evening, with the birds singing and seeing off the day, I will find peace in my mind with him.