Been quite some time since I last did a picture of this guy. I came up with this DragonBorn character years ago and haven't drawn him again since even though I have made use of his compatriots I did at the time. Well time to breath some new life into the big guy.

It was late in the day as Nadarr walked the stone paths of the mountains. Ancient ruins surrounding him yet all kept in very good condition. The stone road though weathered slightly still held well the guard was solid and the stone retained it's edges. Nadarr could tell the stone had been cast in this shape not quarried. The color was off for anything natural. Ancient ruins of his people's long dead empire. Nadar smiled as he walked about exploring. His sword shimmered in the light of the setting sun, the runes clearly visible as the magic withing shone with motes of light around it in the misty air. Years of adventuring with the Drow brothers Sover and Ardule had ensured he learned that in an unfamiliar ruin it was best to keep your weapon at the ready. Nadarr sighed as he stopped and looked out over the valley below. Sover was no doubt tending his younger brother. Ardule had taken ill recently and Sover was keeping an eye on it. Nadarr had insisted Sover stay behind with his brother even though Ardule tried to argue he'd be fine at camp by himself. The poor lad had been busy throwing up or having to go frequently. Nadarr had been kept busy with it yesterday while Sover rested. Nadarr had to admit he looked on Ardule as his own little brother as well now. They practically were. Nadarr had cared for both brothers changing diapers as need be. Sover typically blushing and Ardule indifferent about it. Something they all shared in common. Nadarr sighed as he felt the diaper beneath his kilt grow warm again. He sighed at the sensation content for a moment. These two accepted him for that. Nadarr had always had "the weakness" If he'd gone without the childish garment there'd be accidents frequently or a Dragonborn constantly stopping to go. But Nadarr pushed that aside. He still had an two hours of daylight left. He'd continue to look around, find, an entry point, and if Ardule was better they'd head in tomorrow. So with that he took one more deep breath and walked on.

Well hope you guys liked the pic and the lil story. ^^