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People of Whiterun.
Slapchopped some DnD NPCs for a recent module, the drybrushing gets old fast doing batches but the actual color bit is quite fun, like color by numbers
I think these are all Reaper metals, on bases I printed. If you're looking to try slapchop yourself, get some makeup brushes, they're probably my favorite for getting good transitions
Some of the npcs in my D&D campaign! I started with the Lost Mines of Phandelver, so some of them are from that module.
If you want to use these character portraits in your D&D games, go for it!
Kiri! I miss this good sweet bird.
Irva, an NPC from the DnD game I’m running
I had a bunch of stuff I needed to do today, so I drew a D&D NPC instead! This is Asher Stormlock, Alchemy professor. My players decided he was a himbo even though he has a higher INT than any of them.
Will I finish this? Who knows! If I do it wont be till the new year.
Fully agreed. I love both Revali and Teba as characters, but their roles are scripted and only essential to the story and, sadly, they aren't able to escape their roles in the rest of BotW.
When I play the game I'm legit always happy to see Kass pop up! The sense of being alone in BotW is there big time, even when I encounter other NPCs and salespeople they just don't... I don't really feel anything.
Kass is different, though. He's a traveling bard that plays a role to help bolster you on your quest. He's adventurous, he's friendly, and he SHOWS these qualities rather than just saying "I'm the adventurous type" and nothing else happens. Plus, if you somehow want this, he is entirely optional to interact with (unless you play the Champion's Ballad but that's beside the point). So, whenever you see him, your emotions can range from indifferent to ecstatic instead of annoyed.
Part of me wishes there were more characters like this in games, but that might take away that warm happiness an NPC like Kass can give.
... I miss him...
You know, I've always found it weird how Kass is EVERYWHERE I go lately in my circles. Kass here, Kass there! People on my twitter timeline sharing Kass pics, People on my Discord sharing Kass art. Everyone always goes on about how he's so handsome and cool and everyone seems to forget that he has a wife and children, but why? It makes you wonder how he got so popular while Revali/Teba are often forgotten about in comparison. I know Revali is dead and all, but still. Is Kass simply Immortal?
Revali and Teba, while distinct in their individual personalities, are still effectively “moments in time” of the adventure regardless; that means they are met, experienced, assisted, and then moved on from in order to seek what else exists in the land.
To my knowledge, Kass is not limited by this - he is an active role in the player’s entire adventure, offering knowledge and input on ALL of the Champions (and even the DLC challenges!) as Link continues to grow and explore. The player comes to expect - even anticipate - future meetings with Kass, which creates a sense of need and attachment.
With this in mind, it doesn’t surprise me at all that the Rito who we spend the most *active* time with also ended up becoming the most loved.
genshin npcs vs twitter part 1
genshin npcs vs twitter part 2
This NPC just collapsed in front of me????
Being an NPC for a LARP run at a convention is wILD man. Like I've had "Adventurers" buy me $10 con pretzels for gold coins, seen an ultrasound of someone's unborn child as a show of "magic." Dance battled a demon Lord to Rasputin in just dance and more.
Like some of my fellow NPCs have even been offered $1000 Pokemon cards and I've been bribed with rEAL LIFE MONEY to gain gold coins XD. It's so much fun but by the gods is it an experience lmao.
Photo is by @dylanslarpphotography on IG
сделайте вид что типа "ВАУУУУ какой арт ухх я влюбился"
Я ЗАБЫЛ КАК ЭТИХ ДВУХ ПОСЛЕДНИХ......ну это типа коллаб был ваще пиздкц нахуф
The cool touch of metal cupping Tia's chin had slowly began to comfort the sore and useless jaw she now wore, a prize from Dexten's brawl. A leather hood wrapped over her head and cloth covered her from her nose down, if only to hold the metal brace in position. Her attire was body forming, clinging to her skin in a way that kept parts of her curves secure and allowed her freedom to move. There hadn't been much discussion between her and the towering man that now stood at her side, a hunger clear in his eyes. He had been duped, chained and proded over the past week. He needed this as badly as she did. The plan to skin the charr was still up in the air, and Tia's hopes of keeping him living long enough for the pain to sink fully in was abandoned as impossible. Tia lifted and arm to rub along her red and watery eyes, fighting off a cold the cleansing of Ciara had given her. The hung in the shadows of the brush on the outside of the charr's lair. A single candle was alight in an otherwise abandoned and condemed estate once belonging to an Ascalonian noble. Just another ball of saliva to be chucked in their eyes with all the disrespect the cat could muster. Tia gave Tom a nod, signalling him to take point. If things were to go down as she figured they would, this may be his last chance to lead the 'knives' into battle. She wouldn't steal that from him.
Tertius Broadmane sat calmly in the area he liked to think of as his "dungeon". Much of the old mansion was beyond repair, falling to ruin even as he sat there. But the basement, where wine and root vegetables had once been stored, was still sound. He'd cleared the vegetables out weeks ago, but occasionally still opened a bottle of the wine. One in three was stale, but that didn't matter much to him. He was just in it for the good cleaning the alcohol gave his blades. And he had a number of blades. Long and straight, short and curved. Tiny scalpels and large cleavers. Those made for making precise cuts and those meant to rend flesh from bone. Before, he'd been a butcher. Not of men, as he was now, but of meat. Animals. He helped provide for his warband. Hunted game, prepared the meals and leather. It was not a glorious task, but it was one that gave him pleasure and earned him respect. Then he'd come back from a hunt. His warband was dead, smoldering in the flaming ruins of their camp. Tertius had a new hunt now. One that was just winding down. Two more lived of the group that had slaughtered his family. He knew where one of them dwelled. It would take only a few days to track him. Corner him. Kill him. Skin him like the animal he was. With a great deal of care, the charr wiped down his blades and placed them into the precise pockets of his bag. A place for everything and everything in its place. He would do what he could for his warband. And then he would set about finding what he could of his own peace.
Tom peered between the leaves, he looked for the signs of a trod the animal might use to egress a path, disturbed leaves or branches. He'd brought a small quantity of large caltrops, five or six, where as a handful of twenty might normally be used, so he had to be clever about it. To Tia he hushes, putting his lips beside her ear, she could feel the stubble on his cheek, "I'm gonna stand fast on the path, get his attention, try and draw him over these." he offered them for view, "Think you can flank him? If his warband is near, I don't wanna use guns. I don't like our odds agains six or seven Charr."
Tia gave a silent nod, an understanding of the terms. She wouldn't be speaking tonight, and her still healing jaw was the result. She hadn't had time to explain where she had broken it, though. The feel of his stubble had her mind flashing back to the night they met - a memory she willed herself to push back into the depths of her mind. The lack of numbing poison in her system had her addiction all out of wack though, she couldn't rightly help it. She knelt down to remain out of sight and readied herself, a short sword in each hand.
Tom walked out into the open, his breaths short, this was a risk and he was breifly terrified. He thought about the options: storming a trapped lair, his war band. He convinced himself this was the right plan. That was all it took with Tom, a little conveniant lie. The engine started in his heart, his lips pressed, then parted reveiling teeth. He thought about the hunts, the murders, he thought about his expendability. He thought about dying a man that the women in his life, each one that he loved and treasured, and how they would speak of him when he was dead. He cast the caltrops down the path behind him and stood between the trap and his prey; located inside his lair before he started to speak. "What makes an Ascalonian man?" he asked outloud, hoping to draw the beasts keen hearing. "We both walk on two feet, we've hands and finger to curl over weapons, and the will to wield them." he wet his lips, for if this was to be a benediction it had better be heard. "What makes a Ascalonian MAN? That one Ascalonian can stand against many, and in his heart wish away any aid or rescue. An Ascalonian MAN understands that the fewer the soldier, the greater the share of honor. An Ascalonian MAN knows that if he survives his day, however grim, that men in Kryta now asleep will wake up and hear his deeds, holding their manhoods cheaply while we roll up our sleaves and show the marks the animals gave us on the day we took their lives and commited their remains back to the earth. The day we told the Gods 'You are avenged.'"
Having just completed his preparations to leave, Tertius's ears perked up when he heard the man yelling outside. At first he thought it the ravings of some lunatic. Then it became the familiar cadence of those who cried for the glory of 'Old Ascalon.' Tertius snorted. He'd been spotted by some idiot and now they were going to make him 'pay'. Didn't they know he had better things to do with his time? With a sigh, he shouldered his pack, axe in hand, and walked through the gathering motes of dust to the front of the mansion. He exited the door into the sunlight and raised a hand to shade his eyes. Peering up the hill he could make out a man, tall and broad shouldered. At least it wasn't some puling farm boy. Hitching the axe over his shoulder, Tertius called back, "I ain't lookin' for trouble, Son of Ascalon. I've my own appointments to keep and they ain't with you. We can go our separate ways and you can tell all yer little friends you run a charr outta Ascalon, fair and square. That agreeable?" As he spoke, though, he searched the brush for others. Sometimes these patriots didn't come alone.
Tia had been tailored perfectly by Adonya to blend into the shadows, and further by Milli so that her weaponry was tight to her frame. She spoke not a word and her breath was slow and calculated. The wind blew over her and the brush moved naturally. The brush seemed empty but things are never as they seem.
Tom turned his back and walked away from the Charr as if rebuffed, he walked through his trap, careful not to step on anything.
With a curious frown, Tertius walked up the hill. He kept an eye on the man's receeding back. It wouldn't do to walk into an ambush. His eyes scanned the trees nearby, watching for those who might be lurking in the branches. A large, dark bird took flight, distracting him as he reached the area with the caltrops. The first took him in the pad of his foot. With a roar of outrage and pain, Tertius stumbled back. Another caltrop drove into the sensitive skin between his clawed toes. Snarling and cursing, he hit the ground hard on his rump. The pack fell, spilling carefully packed blades and provisions. He let it go, one hand holding his axe up in a defensive posture, the other plucking the caltrops free. It was neither a soundless nor a painless process.
There was little need for silence now but Tia still kept to her tricks, rushing up on the foe by using the ball of her foot only. It reduced the chance of breaking twigs and the sound of a foot step was mostly caused by the heel anyways. A curse slung it's way through her mind as she saw the charr fall, ruining her plan entirely. So much for a beheading. Her swords were sheathed, and instead she leaned down to retrieve two daggers from around her calves. She gave silent thanks to Milli's design and eyed Tom briefly to see his next move. She was about ten paces away now and he still had time to take this one if he found the need. She'd understand.
In a world of marginalized magic, there was still plenty to go around. Dexten Morgan had their lightening fingers, and Tom had his lizard blood. Tom also depended on a series of small theives cantrips, learned magic, from the trade and his mentors in it. He hadn't been walking away all this time, like some rebuffed child with ball in arm. He'd been right there under cloaking, with the light bending around him, waiting for his moment. He reached into his pocket and grasped the tube of cayanne pepper and salt, his thumb popped the corked and his arm lashed out, causing the contents of the tube to poof into the Charr's face, eyes nose and mouth all at once. He'd be in range for a hit, and hoped his blinding powder would mitigate the opening he'd given.
With a roar of anger, Tertius noticed the attacker just before the powder engulfed his head. His open maw made the attack even more effective. The charr swung his axe wildly at Tom's midsection as he coughed, choking. His beady eyes clenched shut in pain. Even as he was swinging, Tertius pushed himself backwards, trying to put distance between him and his attacker.
If they were to both get a hit in, it didn't have to be the ones that killed. As the charr swung his axe, Tia finally arrived upon him. Her swords had been once again drawn - so many choices of murder you know - and both were crossed over one another. The point of them were thrust between the two flailing arms and in a swift motion she pulled them apart - aiming to cut his arms completely off. She would let Tom finish him. He needed it more.
Tom had a nano second to make his decision, the sweep of the axe was broad, the blade heavy, the weilder strong. If he ducked and misjudged he'd offer his neck, if he lept back, possible his midsection. He decided to stuff the attack, moving tight to the Charr to allow the haft to strike him in the side and as Tia's attack disembodied one of his arms, he shoved his meaty, gloved fist into the Charr's mouth, pressing his tongue into place and blocking his air passage to all but his nostrils, his foream scraped by sharp teeth until all he could feel was hot soft pallette. He twisted at the waist and used his leverage to tilt the Charr's head backward and lower him to the ground.
Hot, wrenching pain covered the left side of his body as his arm was cut free, clinging only tenaciously by a few strings of tendon. The limb flopped to the ground. Tertius was too busy trying to breathe, to get away, to suffer trying to release his pain unto the world. Colliding the haft of his axe into a hard flank, he tried to curl it around, to lay the blade into the flesh of the man's back, and, failing that, he would drop the axe and attempt to rake with his claws. His jaws, however, were given an easy target. The charr bit down harshly, instinct as much as thought driving him to grab the arm in his mouth and shake it violently, rending flesh, trying to find the hard bone beneath so that it could snap satisfyingly within his jaws.
Tia dropped one of her swords to the wayside and retrieved a dagger. She pulled it up as she saw the teeth clamp down and attempted to drive it hard into the charr's eye. The goal was to cause pain that forced the charr to release but not kill him, but she was in protection mode. She promised Milli she'd get him back safe, she was damned if she'd let anything happen to him. There was still risk in that blade hitting his brain no matter how careful she was.
Tom felt the teeth sink in, and forced his hand down farther, making it impossible to get a good chomp. He'd winced from it, but when Tia put the dagger into its eyes their coordination started to make sense. He'd had his foot peirced, his eyes blinded, he'd lost an arm, he'd been choked, and now a dagger in his eye and all in the space of a minute or two. When Tom withdrew his bloodied wrist and forearm it was to reach for his long blade, a black blade that did not shine. A blade that silenced its victims, and prevented them from screaming, the kind Millicent had seen in the Tinker's shop when it was attacked by the Black Coats, and slid it into the Charr's throat and severed its arteries. Maybe it was already dead, maybe Tia killed it with her surgeon like accuracy and keen eye, but now it was slaughtered as well.
"I promised the coat to Milli," she said cooly as she pulled her spare dagger from her thigh and offered the hilt to him. It was a look of respect, for the first time since their meeting. He'd seen her bare, he'd seen her cold, but now he had her respect. It wasn't something easily come by and he'd only get one shot at it.
The blinding pain of his blinding was only the last in a long line of hurts that killed him, though his mind had yet to catch up with inevitability. It was the final thrust of that dark blade that still Tertius Broadmane, the last of the Broad Warband.
Tom stood up, looking down on the corpse and his friend and now trusted companion, Tia. He paused, allowing the moment to sink in. He stood tall and proud, his chest presented so and his brooding features shadow cast by the backlighting sun. "What the Tinker wants, the Tinker gets."
"Welcome to the Sticks and Stones Apothecary and Magesterium, how can I help ya?"
Chaos my beloved, i adore him. hes so much fun to draw
noice
Every last edit of female NPCs with their hats/other headwear removed, all compiled in one post!
Links to the individual posts:
Valkyrie
Dark Flier
Pegasus Knight
Falcon Knight
Dark Knight
Swordmaster
War Cleric
Maiden
An NPC from my Gunslinger’s past who helped him get out of his old life. The fish with the badge
Finished this big commission! Thank you @banquoviaquo for commissioning me!!