HenryOwl | EddaHenriett

Once Azraelle T'sarran, then Azrael the Blood Bard, first Daughter of Murder and now, ten years after the events in Baldur's Gate she is finally just Azrael.

(But sometimes she does introduce herself as Azrael Ancunin, if you catch my drift.)

After rejecting Bhaal, she dies. And with her everything that Bhaal made her. When she opens her eyes again, after Withers gave her another Chance - her eyes no longer bore Bhaals dark essence. But also her magic was gone. The very thing that made her a Sorceress. Lucky her - she did have her violin and her Music. It took a while to get over her "loss", but she found her Magic again - in Music.

Bonus:

Kiran Mercar - Mage.

Valeri Thorne, Warrior.

More of my Durge, Azrael.

And also some older sketches, Azrael with my friends Tav, Araneth. 🙂‍↕️🙇‍♀️✨️

Dorian & Pendlope. Warlock Siblings - Heros of Baldurs Gate.

Some work in Progress ig

This was so much fun. I just recently got into Art again and you, @meanbossart are one of the Artist which inspired me to do so! Ah I want to say/write so much more - but I'm no good with words. So yeah thank you!

Bonus: Astarion is either going to have the best night of his life - or the worst.

more bonus

A while ago i saw @rachelkatwalsh's stunning piece of her durge "A life in four parts" and I had to recreate it with my own Dark Urge - Azrael.

Ash falls and blood resounds,

A song that through the shadows sounds.

Azraelle, Child of murder's breath,

Yet seeks the light that conquers death.

The Prodigy: Azrael T'sarran, just fourteen years old and on her first real murder spree. The Chosen: Azrael, the Bloodbard, Murders first Daughter - Bhaals Highpriestess. The Fallen: Long years later, after Orins betrayal, with no memories and a tadpole in her brain. The Free: Azrael. Just Azrael - finally free of Bhaal and the Netherbrain but now ... what?

Ash has fallen, hope still sings,

A song that through the darkness rings.

Azraelle, Child of murder's breath,

In light her heart finds final stand.

When she woke, her hands were red.

Thr Music was gone.

And Alfira - lay broken at her feet.