It's me, Sam of the Wastelands

His thunderwave grew just a tad bit more powerful, as you can imagine :3

Nyavka (aka Mavka) is a forest spirit, something of a mix between a driad and a siren. In Ukrainian mythology and literature, nyavkas are usually depicted as the ghosts of girls who died a tragic death and became the guardians or spirits of the forest. As you can imagine, very fitting for Nim :3 Nyavkas are playful and gorgeous, but can be malicious. Some of them lure people into the forest using their beauty and kill them, sometimes by drowning 😇

Thank you so much for the tags: @carnivaley (post here), @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream (post here) , @ilinarie (post here), @deianestormborn (post here), @rdekarios (post here) , @gortashsrighthand (post here) and @faeriiefire (post here). Please check all their posts, all of these are magnificent! <33

The day they arrived, chaos erupted in the Emerald Grove and, subsequently, in his life. That bunch of self-important, nosy do-gooders. - "Worthy", Chapter 1

Don't you want US to last for eternity? Until the whole world dies and rots?

When the jolly evening at the Elfsong Tavern ends, the laughter and chatter of her friends fade into silence. There’s no conversation, not even a promise of a battle to muffle Nimriel’s thoughts. That’s when the dread settles back again. The not-so-distant echo of the future. The threat of what it can take away from her, the only happiness she’s ever known.

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Thank you so much for the tag, @deianestormborn (post here), @carnivaley (post here), and @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream (post here).

I am killing all the birds here! Thank you so much for the tag @cursed-nyxan (post here), @gortashsrighthand (post here), @thecampjuicebox (post here), @optimisticgrey (post here), @deianestormborn (post here), and @purpleasters-inseptember (post here)

What can we learn from these WIPs? Nimriel has different ways to bully her men into submission.

"Worthy", chapter 21 (next one):

As everyone settled down, Rolan addressed the adventurers, “Before we begin, do you object to others being here? I summoned them as I believe each brings valuable knowledge or skill to aid you.” he paused, “I know we are few, but, in such circumstances, few is better than none.” “Aye, good thinking,” Wyll nodded, but was swiftly interrupted by Nimriel’s less-than-tactful cough. “What?” he met the drow’s glare, “You know as well as I do that we need allies.” Nim let out a small, inaudible sigh and leaned her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands. “Working fast, aren’t you?” she asked as her gaze landed on Rolan. He withstood it. “I am. Would be unwise to waste the authority you so graciously bestowed upon me, don’t you think?” the wizard replied calmly, ready to stand his ground. He could tell there was a storm hidden behind her twitching lips, ready to be unleashed. But instead of arguing, Nimriel studied his face. It seemed her momentary discontent gave way to something else. And when her brows arched, revealing an intrigued glimmer in her eyes, a tingling shiver ran down the tiefling’s spine. Nim looked around the room, “I suppose even if I say I mind, it won’t work?” The huntress smirked wistfully.

Give man a tower, and he'll quickly grow disobedient. What a bitch. 😩

The taming of a frivolous warlock [18+!!]

Featuring @cursed-nyxan ' s bestest boy, Saelseris :3 It's an OCxOC smut :))

“Relax, Saelseris,” Nimriel soothed breathily. Her bites grew more open-mouthed and wet, teeth grazing all across his broad chest. She ate him like a soft, juicy peach - Sael was just as delicious. Nim’s hand finally locked around his twitching cock, but she didn’t have to do anything. His hips thrusted into it involuntarily, the ecstasy of what her mouth, tongue, and teeth did to him kicking in.   “Did- didn’t know you were a biter,” the warlock groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure, “forest life must’ve been exciting.” “You’re mine now, Saelseris,” Nimriel replied confidently between smaller licks and bites. Her fingers, however, were all silk and gentleness, massaging his length as Sael jerked rapidly and shamelessly into her open fist. “And I can do whatever I want with you. And I wanted to do this,” - another tingling bite, then a broad, all-consuming lick, - “for a very long time.” Sael moaned, his thoughts - an incomprehensible knot of sensations she so generously gifted him. Sharp, yet careful teeth gnawing playfully at his skin. Wet, greedy tongue licking him diligently. Tight, shivering body melting against his, seducing him into touching her. Soft, controlling fingers brushing across his cock veins, nudging him to spill hot seed all over her hand. Nothing else existed, only Nimriel, all around him.

A mysterious drow lady is recruiting new OCs to my camp ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Rolan: That outfit is ridiculous.

Nim: Says the man who visits a bathhouse in a suit.

Rolan: Irrelevant. I have people to impress.

Nim: Well… It’s working. :3

Gale: Well, it appears you have your hands full… Nim: ...would you mind turning them all to stone for a while? Astarion included.

Something fun that came from a suggestion of my dear and lovely @bhaal-battle-beer-bard <3 Thank you so much for the suggestion <3

So I decided: what the hell? :3 Throughout "Worthy," Nim wears a variety of outfits, and they can tell quite a story / are relevant to the plot. For more photos and an explanation for them under the cut :3

Thank you for the tag @thecampjuicebox (post here). It’s an amazing game you came up with, I can’t wait to see everyone’s gorgeous queens <33 And thank you so much for the tag, @cursed-nyxan, my beloveeed <3 (look at her hotties).

I’m kinda doing the “shadows from hands cover boobs” trend here, but I am too lazy to put the hands symmetrically, so I put my spin on it xD You asked for saucy and dirty? Well, here we go xD

Also, shadows of claws over those areas imply the connection to a certain someone, if you know what I'm saying 🤭