Commission from https://www.deviantart.com/k3m35/gallery/all
He can draw not only steroid-pumped women, but also amazing fantasy characters. He very accurately conveyed both the character and the image of my character. For which I am very grateful to him

Alt in stockings https://www.furaffinity.net/view/61.....oad-successful

Helmasia Bravin, my character from Patfinder If the name sounds familiar to you no surprise, I named her after a dear friend of mine.

Helmasia was a bright and intelligent girl from an early age. She was interested in different stories about great wizards and heroes that changed the world for the better. She spent a lot of time wandering around the neighborhood imagining that she was a brave hero making her way through the wild jungles and forests to her goal. It was then that she first found her first relic. It was a sand-covered, well-preserved human skull. Without fear, the girl took the skull in her hands, and gazed into its empty black eye sockets.

They were so black and bottomless that Helmasia sank into this darkness more and more, her ears felt as if they were stuffed with absorbent cotton, and the world around her seemed to cease to exist. Distant cries of pain and fear began to appear in her ears and gradually grew, joined by the sounds of battle, the sickening sounds of a blade cutting into living flesh. The blackness dissipated and there she was, in the form of a mighty warrior, striding across the battlefield, clutching a massive black scythe glowing a necrotic purple. Another victim falls at my feet, chopped up by my monstrous weapon, and I feel the life energy flowing into my body. Above the battlefield is the buzz of a thousand flies and crows that feast on this carnage. A few sword-wielding men rush at me, these pathetic creatures are nothing in front of me, but one man manages to pierce my chest through. But the scythe separates the man's head with a quick swing, blood spurts from the arteries, pooling in clots, flowing unnaturally up the blade of the scythe, up my arm, healing my terrible wounds. The corpses at my feet are enveloped in a violet glow, and the negative necromantic energy lifts them to their feet as living corpses stride side by side, throwing themselves at their former comrades. The buzz of millions of flies grew until it drowned out everything around them. Helmamsia screamed and dropped the skull and fell to the ground. None of this was real, these were visions of days far past. She cradled the skull in her hands and though the visions no longer appeared, Helmamsia could feel the power emanating from the whitened bone. She couldn't help herself and she took the skull with her, which was filled with power, or promised power. That was yet to be figured out.

From that point on the girl began to be noticed more and more strangely, she was often spotted in the cemetery, or an old burial ground. Helmasia became too interested in the dead. More and more people noticed her strange things, and someone even said that she could talk to the dead. The teenage girl became a social pariah, shunned and shunned. What to expect from uneducated, stupid peasants. But her father couldn't stand the pressure and left the family, and her mother left the small town and went far away to avoid the shame. To a big, noisy city where she could just get lost. And no one cared about her hobbies, you're just an inconspicuous bug in a big and noisy city. Where many adventurers, traders, bandits, mercenaries, priests revolve in an endless human cycle. Knowledge, magical artifacts, ancient folios all attracted Helmasia like a magnet. And even a small occult business no one would pay attention to, where for a small fee you can talk to a recently deceased relative. Helmasia had seen a lot of funerals, sometimes she had to lie, and sometimes she really felt the spirit and rarely managed to talk to the deceased. But most of all she was interested in trinkets that relatives sent with the deceased to the grave. After all, the deceased does not need gold jewelry, gold teeth, rings and other material things. Therefore, at night armed with a shovel and a faithful lantern, the girl went to the cemetery to relieve the recently deceased of the unnecessary burden of worldly things. For what she would be able to acquire previously inaccessible texts and folios, but it was still not enough. Watching the adventurers go down completely insane amounts of money in the taverns on a daily basis, spending completely insane amounts of money on carnal entertainment as if tomorrow would never come again.
This spurred her to more decisive action, and armed with a shovel and a trusty lantern, she took the scythe in her hands. It seemed like a farming tool not fit to be a weapon, but her hands gripped the scythe's shaft, it was so natural and right, she knew how to handle this seemingly bulky and awkward weapon. Gathering her supplies, she set out on her first expedition to the ancient burial ground. And as it turned out, not all the dead are quietly lying in their graves, and some are even very active in preventing the seizure of jewelry. For this knowledge Helmasia almost paid with her life. She would have been left lying on the cold stones of the ancient burial ground if the scythe hadn't suddenly been bathed in a violet light, pulling the remnants of magic from the decayed skeletons. Which allowed her to survive, but with ugly scars stretching from her eyebrow, neck, and all the way down her forearm. But the gold she was able to carry out of there, there probably wasn't that much gold in her old town. It seemed an insane amount. And as she healed her terrible wounds at home, she decided she would not make that mistake again. She would get her way, gain knowledge, power, unravel many mysteries. And she wouldn't spend her money senselessly and uselessly like dozens of stupid people. She will use it much better, getting as much knowledge and silla as she can. She stood at the window holding in her hand the skull she had found years ago, now she honored their connection much more strongly. Lifting the skull she looked into the empty eye sockets.

-I won't be like them all...

She promised the skull, heading off to get her adventure gear.