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[Personal art, colored sketch]
I retired my half elf rouge from my Sunday game at the gameshop after a series of events she just couldn't cope with. She was my Alternate character, as we can have two, so I decided to make the Grung Druid I've had in my head for a while. I've wanted to make one since they came to emberstone a few months ago.
Perra had spent the majority of the week moving the people of the temple of Lythander from DrakenHeart reach and to Lathandos, she explained to the pope what had happened, she expected a verbal lashing but the pope just seemed disappointed, which was much worse. It was difficult to settle the clergy into the city, but as they began to get to know the goblins things became much easier. Common ground was easier to find than they had expected. As the week pressed on she began to feel the loss of Ally more and more, she attempted to visit her at the wash house, but was requested to leave nicely from a blue dragonborn, who seemed to not quite know how to handle the situation. Perra couldn’t blame Ally for not wanting to see her, so after being ushered away she promised the awkward dragonborn not to visit again.
A majority of the work for moving the temple’s occupants and aiding with the move of the citizens was done by the end of the week, the cries of the people echoed in her mind, the hurt and fury they felt for having to leave their homes to avoid the duragarian take over was something she could not block from her mind. There wasn’t anything she could to to change what had happened. The deed had been done, there was no going back. Even knowing this it didn’t stop the feelings she had. When would she learn to make the right choice? How was one even to know what that was anymore? With these thoughts heavy on her mind the silver dragonborn made her way to the guildhall to check the job postings, she would not be going on a mission for some time, she was awaiting the fullmoon, preparing, planning for the so called ‘end of the world’, giving herself a break from the smaller jobs to await her King’s request for aid. She was curious what her guildmates were going to be up to, it also never hurt to hear the news that made it’s way around the guild hall from time to time. As she entered the hall there was a loud croaking that filled room, it took a moment for Perra to recognized the croaks as words.
“Why? Why can’t I go on a mission, make some gold? The guild says ‘open to all!’ This is totally unfair!” A little green and yellow Grung shouted, standing atop the registration counter glowering down at the receptionist, atop their head sat a small black mouse that nearly blended with the Grung’s black spots. “I am sorry it is just the rules, you need to have at least one person within the guild vouch for your entry due to your age, you will just have to wait.” A loud croak came from the young Grung, and in an instant a massive black wolf appeared atop the counter where the Grung had once been, a violent snarl ripping from it’s maw. A couple of the guards within the hall rushed to restrain the beast, it was snarling and snapping but was soon subdued and pinned to the floor. Perra quickly closed the distance from the door to the people holding the young druid down, kneeling down infront of the furious druid “I will handle this.” the two guards exchanged an uneasy glance before slowly releasing the snarling beast. The wolf leapt to its feat, and snapped at Perra, only managing to grab ahold of her armored forearm as she expertly moved to block their bite, despite that it shook it’s massive head and tried to rip through her armor. “You have a lot of spirit little one.” Perra murmured, her expression a mix of amusement and sadness. As she spoke the snarls quieted, though the beast still held her arm between it’s gleaming teeth, it’s yellow eyes blazing furiously. “Do you truely want this life? You could die, your life stolen from you at any moment. We are not heros, there are very few here that could even be called such. We fight every day, doing what we think is right, whether for good or bad that is what we do. Some kill without thought to the pain it causes others, some make choices that they do not know the full extent of those choice’s reach. Do you really want to put your life in our hands knowing this? Knowing that there can be victory, but should you fail, it will never be forgotten? Your actions here will effect not only you, but people you may not even know. Can you live with the choices you make, good or bad?”
The wolf slowly let go of Perra’s gauntlet. For some time the creature just sat, seeming to be deep in thought, finally it gave a nod of its head. “Very well.” Perra stood and turned to the front counter, her expression grim. “Register this Grung, I will sponsor them.” With a poof there was once more a Grung, “Really? You mean it? Who are you?” The Grung croaked excitedly. Perra did not reply, she simply moved to the front counter and began to fill out the paperwork for the new member of the guild. “That is the future Queen of Ahnvelhold, Perra Icefang.” Murmured one of the guild members whom were waiting to see if they had to once again restrain a beast loose in the hall. They didn’t seem to know what to make of the scene, and the strange air around the normally happy paladin. She had never spoken that way before, it was jarring for most who heard her speak to the Grung. The small Grung looked between the two for a moment, it’s mouth agape. He had heard the King of Ahnvelhold was taking a wife, but he had never seen her before, nor heard her name.
Springing from the floor to the counter once more, they silently filled out their parts of the paperwork, signing where told and listening to the set up of the guild and how everything worked. When all was done, Perra turned to the little green creature, and offered her hand to shake. “Welcome to the Guild Lil’Bit. I will be your sponsor.” As they shook hands the small Grung began to hop in place excitedly. “You may stay here at the guildhall if you wish. Or you can come with me and will see what I can do about setting you up with a room in the castle, I am sure King Gravvy would not mind. Or...do you have a place of your own?” There was a shake of the head, and an awkward shrug. “No. No proper home to speak of. No one wanted to take me in after I hatched, they says I bite to much. I live with my siblings in the lower district, looked after by the orphanage.oh.” They paused, and glanced upward at the towering Dragonborn. “I don’t suppose you wish to adopt me? I am not so sure that I can stay anywhere else unless you do, it has never really come up. They say they are incharge of our wellbeing. I know one thousand gold is a lot I could always-” Perra cut them off, “Of course of course, it entirely slipped my mind I apologize. I was apart of the party that brought your eggs here after we defeated the Frogemoth monster. I will deal with that matter don’t give it another thought, why don’t you decide what mission you are going to take, and I will go deal with that and bring you some extra gear for your trip.” Before the baffled Grung could reply Perra was gone, and the guildhall went back to it’s quiet state, though quiet murmurs began back up soon after.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
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