#endless mountains

IRIS THE BUTTERFLY KNIGHT (art)

Fighter, Eldritch Knight. Serves: Damh. Aasimar, female. Age: Unknown. Height: 5′6″. Bisexual. Long, light brown hair. Green eyes. CG.

A knight of the Fey Wilds, who formerly served Damh. Hedonist, drinker, dancer, smoker, lazy. Her fairy family owns the finest wines in Damh’s realm. Family’s blessed generation after generation with beauty, prosperity, wealth, wanderlust. All she wants in life is to have fun and experience everything. Loves to fight. Can sprout beautiful butterfly wings on her back. Terrible at being on duty. Boredom kills her but gets bored easily. Damh pushed her into the party’s arms with a smirk and a “good riddance.” Needs more discipline but there’s always room to grow, right? Lives her absolute best life, forever. Might have continued studies in magic if she applied herself and didn’t fall asleep during the lessons, but she picked up some fun spells! Steals alcohol to drink with her sister while she braids flowers into her sister’s hair.

“It’s so BORING to serve Damh. It’s all parties, wine, festivals, dancing. But if you serve her, you can’t participate, you have to stand there, watch, and make sure nobody does anything stupid. Her festivals are so fun that I’d sneak drinks and food. Instead of breaking up drunken fights, I’d place bets. I’d bother Damh every day to release me from her service to adventure on my own. I bothered her over and over until she got sick of me. I didn’t care cause she’s just an old goat. I did keep a bottle of my family’s wine on me at all times, in case she grew too angry; she’s a sucker for our wine.”  —Iris Annwyn

we bought a house in the woods

KEVARA THE RED LIONESS (art)

Paladin. Oath of Vengeance. Deity: Torm. Human, female. Age: 32. Height: 5′8″. Asexual. Long, black hair. Bangs. Brown eyes. LN.

Expelled from her Order for recklessness. Will never sit still in her quest to destroy evildoers. Inaction is the ultimate sin, and allows evil to breed. Does not know the meaning of mercy. Has few friends. Constant scowl. Has a difficult time maintaining long-term relationships on every level. Wishes to return to her Order, but remains much too prideful. A woman of few words, which are usually spitfire upon her lips. Despises the undead; despises indecision; despises injustice; despises cults; despises all of evil’s cohorts. Her judgments are swift and final. Her retaliation on behalf of the defenseless is fierce and savage. Those who know her whisper she is unforgiving, relentless, bitter, distant cold-hearted...but those she’s helped, those she’s saved, will forever sing her praise — for her fire, for her fearlessness, for her quick sword and strong shield and steel will. This is a paladin whose sword carves, whose eyes narrow on the prey, whose presence is that of an invincible giant. She is not soft. They call her the Red Lioness, who happily walks back from her duties, armor stained in evil’s spilled blood, asking always where the next target can be found. 

“How dare you sit on your thrones—of gold, of steel, of iron, of stone, of bark, of dirt—while you hear evil in the distance stamping its feet; its voice cheering your indecision; trumpeting its march throughout the world while innocents remain trampled under thunderous tragedy.”  — Kevara, the Red Lioness of Torm