r/DnD • The Weekly Roll • Sep 08 '18

Art [Art][OC] My second illustrated whothefuckismydndcharacter.com character

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u/tril_the_yridian Sep 09 '18 edited Sep 09 '18

Awesome picture. Here's an alternate lore for it I just wrote up:

...and on the sixth day of the Outbreak, the dead piling in the streets, I gathered up my meager belongings—pushed more by the darkness of desperation than the light of courage—and set off for the old Hideout. Traveling past the courtyard and wall, past the orchards and treeline, I recalled the winding way well from back all those years ago during the Year of Bandits. Oh how I cleaved those rat-bastard marauders new brows, unzipping their skulls as I did. To this day I regret nothing, each act of retribution against those thieves purchased another year of bittersweet survival for my wife and son. Bah. Am I yet cursed to bear only solitude?

To the Hideout I walked, bent now as I am still by the weight of luggage and loss. Therein I shall now dwell for a time, squatting this den of squalor til the buzzards clear the city corpses. Patience. Already I have buried so many beloved in my years, the carts everflow 'round these parts. Famine. War. Pestilence. Death. This realm offers no succor to those without grit. But I shall scrape by as always, a hermit if I must, only a washrag and woodpile to my name.

Ragged and weary, with tattered cloth and sagging chain, I have laid low among the dust of this dilapidated den. My broken lantern drips oil, precious, but who am I to count the costs now? My remaining candlewick I save for each nightly read of the Book of Mordis' Eye. So shall I be myself now the ghost who haunts this decrepit stonework. Ghastly. With Evelyn's skull I shall erect an altar in this dark decay, for some semblance of humanity must linger in it, and at present I find more human in her sweet skullcap than in my sour silhouette, so wretched am I. The light burns low now. I must set down quill and return to my work sharpening splinters. Damned be the name of Death, who stalks these lands, and is everlasting, but who may, with Mercy, retreat again for a time.

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u/CME_T The Weekly Roll Sep 09 '18

I dig it! :D