Flying back to the airship that was basically a yacht, she landed on the deck with Eri and Ravi. “My darlings, did you miss me?”

Eri looked at Annaerlitha, sensing she was hiding something. “What do they have that you want so much, Naerli?”

“Some things are best left unsaid about them and their private little villa,” Annaerlitha replied. “I’m sure our friend Comandante Luis is enjoying his stay as much as I did last time I was there.”

“As a guest?” Eri asked with some concern in his voice.

“More or less, it was from an invitation by my dear uncle Frabritheo.”

“From him? I never liked the bastard,” Ravi interjected.

“You think he’ll enjoy being stuffed in the cargo hold?” Eri mused, as a bloody ichor burst from his left hand congealing into a pair of twisted strands that tightened till it solidified into the form of a rapier with a red blade.

“I’ll make sure he’ll have a pleasant stay with us.”

Eri and Ravi watched as she flew close to the ground. As Annaerlitha approached the entrance to the villa, Eri tore open a shadowy rift with his blade bringing Ravi through with him.

Ravi prepared with shield forward and his tulwar in at the ready as he walked through the rift, spotted about eight soldiers scrambling around the grounds readying their muskets.

Annaerlitha flew over the wall of villa’s grounds, casting one of her more powerful spells. With an incantation and a circular cut of her athame, she invoked a blast of elemental cold freezing those same eight soldiers.

One of them was not completely frozen, so Eri quickly unleashed two bolts of eldritch energy as he emerged from the rift. Eri guessed that a Dwarf armed with a pistol and a battleaxe was the Comandante’s bodyguard.

Ravi hissed and ejected a stream of venom at a soldier not caught in Annaerlitha’s spell. Eri lunged through one soldier with green flames around his blade while Annaerlitha dispatched another with a ray of frost.

Left standing in the aftermath was Comandante Luis, an Orc armed with a sabre and a revolver, and his Dwarven body guard.

Ravi charged at the bodyguard taking a few swings at the Dwarf who parried each blow with his axe. The bodyguard countered Ravi’s next exchange making a superficial cut on his sword arm. The two fought as Luis tried to take some shots at Annaerlithai and Eri.

Eri vanished in a cloud of black smoke, reappearing behind the Dwarf with his blade embedded. Ravi finished off the bodyguard, as spectral vipers coiled around his Tulwar’s blade.

Annaerlitha invoked the power of nightmares that tore at Luis as he panicked. Luis tried to run away, but Ravi called upon the powers from his oath to the Naga Kings to summon spectral snakes to bind the Comandante.

“Please stop! I surrender!” Comandante Luis screamed.

“That’s the smart thing to do my dear Luis,” Annaerlitha smiled as she approached.

Freddy Fazbear has a beyblader

Name: Min Mong

Age:97(looks 11 in human form)

Gender:Female

Species:Kumiho(Gumiho)

Appearance: In human form-Long orange red hair in, brown eyes, sandy beach colored skin, wears the school uniform and a mulberry jumper non-school days. In Kumiho form- White long hair in braid and rolled into a ball shaped form at the nape of her neck, white skin with red-orange fox markings, orange fox ears with black tips, nine white-tipped orange fox tails, yellow eyes with red irises, a ramie cloth hanbok: red jeogori(blouse shirt) and black chima(a wrap-around skirt) with geumbak-printed patterns (gold leaf) on the bottom. And the Fox marble.

Strength:Yeowu Gusel(fox marble), powers of seduction, fire abilities through either their mouths or tips of their tails, howl, and extreme speed.

Weakness: Vulnerable to explosives or high-piercing blades, especially on the throat.

Likes: Meat(hearts and livers of men), meditation music, poetry, and calligraphy.

Hates: Electronic music, rave parties, Djs, vegetables, movies, comic books, school, and female humans.

Her one goal is to eat the heart and liver of Cula for she believes that she'll gain his vampire powers and to become the most powerful Kumiho ever.

The perfect punishment for is to be sealed away for a thousand days and on a strict diet of vegetables so that she'll become human and lose all of her evil tendencies.

Choice for her voice: Laura Bailey.

Swordtember 2: Holographic + Wizard

This blade belongs to an illusionist; it's specially forged for crafty spells to trick clever minds.

2019 - Art from a Blades in the Dark campaign. Lou and their adoptive mother, a fallen fae queen known as Aphotis

Illustration of my main TTRPG boy running into his old best friend after 3 years of no contact and well oop big man gets thrown on his ass and dies of terror

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Arashi no Hayate | He/Him | Pathfinder+ OC | [TH Link](https://toyhou.se/7687682.arashi-no-hayate-a-)

Also [link to our tumblr blog](https://othersideofthebladecampaign.tumblr.com/post/674033212279980033/session-51b-this-wasnt-exactly-how-hed-thought) where we write more about our session works!

“V-Victoria…? The Locheshian called in vain as the trees swallowed the sound. She stepped backwards in worry, as her eyes darted through the thick foliage of the trees. The Forest of Fae was no place to visit; she knew that, she always did. The Faction Leaders continuously reminded the students of it, and how those who entered were not guaranteed to come out. Yet she went in, ignored all the signs, and simply strode into the claws of danger. She couldn’t even remember the reason she ventured into the forbidden woods, instead, she tried to recall the path she took to get there, in order to return to the outside of the forest. Her running thoughts were stopped in their tracks as soon as she saw a pair of large, yellow eyes staring at her from a tree.
A small Pawniard. It watched as she looked around, finding its pack members surrounding her, and blocking her route to freedom. A single Bisharp, seemingly the leader, stepped up behind them, glaring dangerously at the trespasser. It raised it’s clawed arm, and barked, what could be called an order, to the other pokemon. Who turned to the brunette, flinging themselves towards her. Wish grappled the hem of her dress and her feet automatically began to course away from the threatening bunch, running as fast and as far as she possibly could. Managing to lose them shortly, she kept running still.
It didn’t take long though before she was cornered against a large Cliffside wall, which seemed to stretch forever in both directions. A more nimble person would have been able to climb it, Wish however, was not that person. Not giving up hope she decided to try jumping to reach the ledge, unfortunately that was also of no use. As a kind of final resort, finding that the pack of Pawniards were starting to sound like they had tracked her down, and becoming too close for any sort of comfort, she screamed.
“HELP! SOMEONE!” She attempted to make her way by following the wall but soon was stopped by a Pawniard that would have stabbed her had she not moved back in time. She was furious at herself for leaving Osiris behind to guard her room, and she knew that Circe would be knocked out in a heartbeat if she were to try using her. Whilst she was surrounded by the Pawniards, she was ready to scream again, but was interrupted by someone else.
“Skye! Flamethrower!”
The command was followed by a streaming column of fire that forced the Pawniards to back off. The Bisharp however stood its ground although wary of the flames.
Wish searched for the source, and once she caught a glimpse of white and blue, that she nearly mistook for the sky, her eyes locked upon a large bird with a body made largely out of cloud like plumage.
“A-An Altaria?” She stammered as she looked at it in awe, not a moment later, her eyes caught a young man, with dark hair and marine eyes speeding towards her on the upper ledge that she had attempted to reach. He ended up pausing, however, at seeing the Pawniards number.
“oh, it looked like a lot less from farther away…” he mumbled before glancing down at the girl who called for help.
“Flower?!” he blurted upon seeing her
“Amadeus!?” She questioned, equally baffled, alas, the Pawniards regarded no intention in allowing them to converse, and began to attack the Altaria, who screeched spewing more fire upon them.
The man began to panic at seeing his pokemon getting attacked by the little creatures.
“H-Hey! Cut it out! Flamethrower, Skye! Use Flamethrower!!” He commanded, and the bird intensified the flames that it spouted from its mouth. It pushed the Pokémon back a little, but not quite enough to make them leave. The battle seemed hopeless for the pair of trespassers.
No one took note of it, however the wind was slowly starting to pick up, and leaves were beginning to fly.
A growl erupted from the higher ledge and in a flash of white and blue black, an Absol made its appearance, glaring hazardously. Its eyes glowing, and it seemed to be singing something, all that Wish and Deus were capable of hearing was him repeating his species name, over and over, however he was saying something much different. It was creating fear within the group of Sharp Blade Pokémon and caused them to start backing off. Before they got too far however, a type of collar had appeared upon the Absol’s neck, and it sprouted chains, that latched onto each Pokémon that heard his words. This unfortunately included Skye who in shock began to twist and turn, attempting to fly away. The chain stretched, but never broke or snapped off. The Bisharp didn’t seem quite so bemused and instead of fleeing like his minions he began to attack the Absol, attempting to knock it out before it could finish the melody. The Absol dodged with a hypnotized look, being very light on his feet and somewhat swaying. Here and there Wish could hear the Absol whispering… It wasn’t precise or clear. It sounded like it was whipped past her ear, as though it was a Radio that was switching between channels, going from snow to a clear station, and then moved back to snow. A difficult to make out “..Listen..” It didn’t make much sense to her, but she didn’t intend to question and simply watched as each of the Pawniards began to drop like flies in a poison cloud, as the Absol ended the final note. Skye dropped from the air and plummeted to the earth, not landing in any fatal manner luckily, however it caused a stunned yelp from its owner, who rushed to its side attempting to see if it was okay. Upon the song’s conclusion, the Absol collapsed among the unconscious bodies, the collar having seemingly affected him too.

The frontiers demanded a blade. And so I heeded.

Line up of Characters from the last few years
Left to Right
Bright Greycastle, Tiefling Vengence Paladin Celestial Warlock

Truth, Tiefling Order Cleric

Ithildan (not my OC), Half elf, Swashbuckler Rogue Paladin Hero Blood Sorcerer

Eona D'Jorasco, Halfling Way of Mercy Monk

Zarra Valrdron, Elf Sword Bard Hexblade Warlock

Tash Korratash, Kashtar Astral Self Monk

Zophi, Satyr Archer

*“By fate’s design, the stars forever weave a story.”*

*“As they watch the world below.”*

*“I wish to ask if you are real,”*

*“That distant voice within my dreams.”*

*“A song that lights a gentle flame,”*

*“That gives me hope.”*

*“A reason to search,”*

*“A reason to find you.”*

In this land I call home,

I have not belonged.

Yet here I stay,

For by chance one night I had a dream,

And heard a voice.

So distant yet close.

Echoing within a song,

A lullaby, a wish.

Ringing so clear and pure,

Within my mind,

Within my heart.

It sparks a flame of hope,

A want to search.

For the song’s source,

It's voice.

In this land I call home,

I now wander.

Seeking, searching,

Yet still not belonging,

Still not wanted.

But still the song beckons me to search,

To wander this vast land.

Through endless fields of green,

Over mountains of white,

From forest old, to oceans of blue.

I shall continue to search,

For the song’s source,

It's voice.

Echoing within a song,

A lullaby, a wish.

Ringing so clear and pure,

Within my mind,

Within my heart.

Giving strength to the flame,

The hope I hold onto.

As the stars watch above,

And watch my story be told.

As it helps guides me through this land,

This land I wander,

Seeking, searching.

Till by chance one night I heard a voice,

So distant yet close.

So clear, so pure,

It felt like a dream.

Quick was the blade of silver,

Bathed in flames that burned away the monsters.

The creatures that clawed at the source,

My reason for coming so far.

There you were,

The voice that echoed within a song,

A lullaby, a wish.

That sparked a flame of hope,

A want to search.

For a place I would belong,

For you.

*“By fate’s design, the stars forever weave a story.”*

*“As they watch the world below.”*

*“I once wished to ask if you were real,”*

*“That distant voice within my dreams.”*

*“A song that lit a gentle flame,”*

*“That gave me hope.”*

*“A reason to find you.”*

*“And now here we are,”*

*“Two fates, two lives,”*

*“Brought together and intertwined.”*

*“Now and forever more.”*

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*To be Continued…*

Lexi (she/they/blade) and Fernando (he/him)
i felt like drawing these 2 again :]

they dyed their hair to match each others eyes

Another ArtFight attack, this time for starr-n-art of their bladesinger Satuj (https://starr-n-art.carrd.co/)~ As a known bladesinger enthusiast I simply couldn’t resist…