A little painting practice featuring my monk Artemezia.
The deadders are on parade. ;)
just an orc and nightborne couple here.
<3
“C’mon Carey, they won’t catch up if we scale the rooftops!”
Her breath came in short pants but the expression of exhilaration on her face was unmistakable. She had a sack of gold in her right hand, and her dagger in the other, ready for the grunts to try something. Carey groaned. He never could understand why he followed her into situations like this.
“Tell me again why we stole from Faxle Grungetop again?” He asked her, quickly scaling the side of the building and hoisting himself atop the roof, extending her a hand to quickly pull her to his side.
“He’s got plenty of money and plenty of greed.” She stated simply, brushing off her top and grinning. “Plus, the greedy bastard tried to rip off my brother, so I consider this appropriate compensation for his insolence.” She peered over the rooftop and grinned wider, pointing down.
“There he is! Look at him coming in person!” Carey peered down and sure enough, the forsaken man could see the chewed-ear goblin, waving his arms and ordering the lumbering hob-goblin to attempt to scale the roof that they’d just come up moments before.
“He’ll never get up here like that.” Lebkha said, pouting. “I think we should at least give him a fair shot. Let’s hop down.” Carey spun his head so hard it cracked at the base.
“You’re not serious?” He asked the mischevious goblin. She turned to him, her jade eyes filled with mirth. His jaw slackened. “You’re serious.” She merely grinned, her sharp teeth flashing him and hopped down lithely to the alleyway adjacent to the building they were atop. He sighed, adjusting his holster at his side and gripping the bag of gold before hopping down as well.
At least his life was never quite boring with Lebkha in it.
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Just a little scene of my little goblin rogue and her bestie Carey.
Enjoy!
Another #OCWinterBall entry, of my forsaken goblin Alocasia, and MSWinford’s (on twitter) Iriella!
Since im at work but cant actually work because of my ankle I drew Crysanthemum.
NB/Goblin flirty! There’s an NSFW version on my twitter as well. ;)
Goblin Mage is Imawarei Arcanox, female NB is unnamed at this present time.
A little personal piece of Crysanthemum and Dess
Celebrate those new Worgen and Goblin models; By shipping them!
Alrighty, Azerieh Hexknot’s reference sheet is complete! The youngest Hexknot sister! Xaedrienne will get hers soon. :3
A timeline to show how over time, Crysanthemum’s design has changed! <3
Did someone say black dragon? He’s here to watch the world burn. ;) Adoptable for $35! If interested, DM me!
For Voidtember Day 1; Portrait! Half-Goblin, Half Void elf! <3
Reference sheet for my neglected warlock gal, Tristee Hexknot. Enjoy!
Look at this beautiful gir!! Drawn by @saltmatey and absolutely perfect!! Thank you!
Some work sketches now that Im working forever long days.
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“Mama! Mama!”
Crysanthemum turned her head, placing a scroll she’d been reading on the counter and looking at the small child who ran towards her, a glint of excitement in her eyes, her Cerise curls waving around her face as she came up, smiling.
“Look, look what I can do!” Her hands were outstretched. palms facing the goblin, who’s eyes widened when a dull, but very present light became exposed over her hands. Crysanthemum leaned down and placed a hand on her child’s back, watching the light emanate from her palms.
“Dess!” Crysanthemum called, looking over her shoulder. “You need to come here!” The tall blood elf walked in, recognizing the tone his wife was giving, and looked over to see the warm light engulfing his daughter. His smile grew and he rushed over, embracing his daughter. She giggled and the light extinguished. She pouted.
“Dad! You made me lose it!” She jutted out her bottom lip, while Crysanthemum and Dessicus both chuckled lightly.
“Here,” Crysanthemum said, wrapping her hand around her daughter’s lightly, smiling as she willed the light around it, creating an aura of warmth. The small child’s eyes lit up as she watched it glow and swirl around her hand. Dessicus followed her example, letting the Light thrum through to his hand and holding it over hers.
“This,” Crysanthemum said gently. “Is what it feels like to be blessed by the light.” She looked up at Dessicus, who’s eyes were already on her, and she smiled, the warmth thrumming through her heart, and her very veins.
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Crysanthemum’s eyes opened, lethargically, almost slowly. The dim light of the inn had no effect on her vision, and she sat up, shaking her head, her glowing blue eyes scanning the room reflexively.
Dreams were for the living.
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Just a short story to match the picture. An alternate reality where Crysanthemum didn’t die, lived, remaining a Paladin and eventually marrying her first love.