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A dwarf dressed in forgemaster's garb adorned in gold details hefts a hammer over his shoulder, regarding Rory, "A'ight lad, if you've got the time, there's a tainted blade for you to prove yourself."

Rory, his jacket slung over his shoulder so his sleeveless shirt and coveralls show off his lightning scarred and celestial marked metallic skin. Smirking past his tinted lenses that hide the celestial glow of his eyes, he responds, "Well I've got time 'fore we set sail. 'Till then, I'm all yours."

They are both interrupted by a fiery declaration of "NO!"

A dwarf dressed in forgemaster's garb adorned in gold details hefts a hammer over his shoulder, regarding Rory, "A'ight lad, if you've got the time, there's a tainted blade for you to prove yourself." Rory, his jacket slung over his shoulder so his sleeveless shirt and coveralls show off his lightning scarred and celestial marked metallic skin. Smirking past his tinted lenses that hide the celestial glow of his eyes, he responds, "Well I've got time 'fore we set sail. 'Till then, I'm all yours." They are both interrupted by a fiery declaration of "NO!"

A trio of Salamanders, one lithe and leaning on a stray anvil, one heavy set hefting a massive lump sledge, and a lead salamander with a distinctive scar over one eye as he holds a forked spear that doubles as forge tongs. The leader declares, "You are all OURS!"

A trio of Salamanders, one lithe and leaning on a stray anvil, one heavy set hefting a massive lump sledge, and a lead salamander with a distinctive scar over one eye as he holds a forked spear that doubles as forge tongs. The leader declares, "You are all OURS!"

Rory may be an artisan of Legendary reputation. But to learn the ways of Drezen's Redemption Forge, he has to impress more than Forgemaster Vayne, but the Salamanders that call the forge home. I'm sure he can handle them... #ScarsOfSarkoris #OC #Pathfinder

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An aphorite man with metallic features of bronze and brass standings with a complex rifle in hand. His innovations hung on his belt, worn on his wrists, and on his weapon feature avian themes of Kestrals and Nutcrackers, crackle with potential energy stored within. His layered armor is a kitbash of dark bug-chiten and leathers.

An aphorite man with metallic features of bronze and brass standings with a complex rifle in hand. His innovations hung on his belt, worn on his wrists, and on his weapon feature avian themes of Kestrals and Nutcrackers, crackle with potential energy stored within. His layered armor is a kitbash of dark bug-chiten and leathers.

Captain Rory Dunstan of Storasta, Sarkoris. Scion of the Pathfinders of Mendev turned Reclaimer. Inventor, Archeologist, Thaumaturge. The wizard-thief defiantly dreaming of revenge, fate bound to clash with the forces of nihility bent on ravaging the land again. #ScarsOfSarkoris

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Sorcul, the umbral-draconic Sorcerer, is a broody, hot headed youngest child of the brood, trying to prove himself while keeping a low profile in the great Crusader City. His attire is muted in cool tones save for the vibrant red liner of his oversized coat.

Sorcul, the umbral-draconic Sorcerer, is a broody, hot headed youngest child of the brood, trying to prove himself while keeping a low profile in the great Crusader City. His attire is muted in cool tones save for the vibrant red liner of his oversized coat.

Ashka, the shadow disciple monk and middle daughter of Ormylacros’ brood has a sharp with and discretely bright sense of fashion featuring pops of pink in her dark hair and leather combat gear.

Ashka, the shadow disciple monk and middle daughter of Ormylacros’ brood has a sharp with and discretely bright sense of fashion featuring pops of pink in her dark hair and leather combat gear.

You meet (and develop crushes on in Rory’s case) all kinds of interesting sorts in Mendev’s capital that are more than meets the eye. In the case of our reclaimers, the children of the Umbral dragon Ormylacros proved to be unlikely allies in their hunt for the Valravn. #ScarsOfSarkoris

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A young man who appears to be a fetchling, some manner of shadow touched half-elf. He stands with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a smouldering cigarette as he stares off to the distance, his eyes heavy and tired. He's well dressed in dapper Mendevan city wear and a long, baggy overcoat a size too large for him. His dark hair falls in a shaggy mess over his ears and the nape of his neck, hiding the tell tale scales that out him as a dragonblooded sorcerer. Little do most know he is in fact a full blooded young umbral dragon in mortal guise.

The callout shows him holding his cigarette and a drink in the same hand as he leans against a wall, addressing the viewer and looking equally miserable.

A young man who appears to be a fetchling, some manner of shadow touched half-elf. He stands with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a smouldering cigarette as he stares off to the distance, his eyes heavy and tired. He's well dressed in dapper Mendevan city wear and a long, baggy overcoat a size too large for him. His dark hair falls in a shaggy mess over his ears and the nape of his neck, hiding the tell tale scales that out him as a dragonblooded sorcerer. Little do most know he is in fact a full blooded young umbral dragon in mortal guise. The callout shows him holding his cigarette and a drink in the same hand as he leans against a wall, addressing the viewer and looking equally miserable.

Sometimes your a badass draconic sorcerer the likes that stalks the nightmares of mortals... sometimes you get knocked out cold by your older sister cause you're too hot headed for your own good.

Meet Sorsul, youngest of Ormylacros' Umbral Dragon brood. #ScarsOfSarkoris

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Let's pop over to the netherworld and send a quick message we said.

Let's scout the situation from the air we said.

Time for an impromptu rescue mission with no prep and no plan...

#ScarsofSarkoris

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An adventurer in full kit and a carbine defends himself from a blast of sticky goo shot by an ooze slowly trying to glue him down.

An adventurer in full kit and a carbine defends himself from a blast of sticky goo shot by an ooze slowly trying to glue him down.

When you're helping restore a fallen stronghold of the enemy, it takes a lot of effort to clear out the errant spirits haunting the undercrofts. For Rory's sake, he maybe should have prepared for more corporeal problems beneath Storasta, too. #ScarsOfSarkoris #Pathfinder #OC

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A dower and serious knight in dark corvid themed armor looks over his shoulder at the viewer, speckles of snow falling around him as he keeps his back turned, a faint red tint in his eyes.

A dower and serious knight in dark corvid themed armor looks over his shoulder at the viewer, speckles of snow falling around him as he keeps his back turned, a faint red tint in his eyes.

"If you can look into the seeds of time and say which grain will grow and which will not...."

A fateful Crystalhue brought a dark knight caller in service to the Winterwoven. Beckoned by warmth and hearth offered in earnest trust...

Tragedy years in the making.

#ScarsofSarkoris #Pathfinder

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A rugged young man with will kept sideburns smiles as he walks beside talking to a freckled young woman carrying a basket on her hip. The pair are walked down a narrow street between the rebuilt sections of Storasta between their work as a Bell Maker and a Baker, respectively.

A rugged young man with will kept sideburns smiles as he walks beside talking to a freckled young woman carrying a basket on her hip. The pair are walked down a narrow street between the rebuilt sections of Storasta between their work as a Bell Maker and a Baker, respectively.

The Bell Maker & Baker.
Inspired by @belltether.bsky.social 's obsession with a lovely local baker in our Pathfinder campaign, I had to imagine her meeting Corwin, the local bell guy who's got perfectly ominous timing. Our little Storasta keeps getting richer by the day. #ScarsofSarkoris #pathfinder

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An overconfident nonbinary gentlethem leans on a sofa, hefting a small journal as they smirk. Their skin glints with faint celestial markings, their eyes gleam like platinum, their rusty red hair falling pushed to the side as they quip, "Male? Female? Oh dear lord, no. I identify as a problem."

An overconfident nonbinary gentlethem leans on a sofa, hefting a small journal as they smirk. Their skin glints with faint celestial markings, their eyes gleam like platinum, their rusty red hair falling pushed to the side as they quip, "Male? Female? Oh dear lord, no. I identify as a problem."

Rory's survived his most harrowing trials yet, and finally has a chance to breath. Time to take stock of himself, his identity without his twin brother, and fully embrace entering his revenge fueled twink era. #Pathfinder #OC #ScarsOfSarkoris

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A brooding elven like man looks dismissively at the viewer. The youngest of 5 in Ormylacros' brood. Sorsul, the Arcanist

A brooding elven like man looks dismissively at the viewer. The youngest of 5 in Ormylacros' brood. Sorsul, the Arcanist

A sharp eyed woman with elfen ears smirks at the viewer. The middle child of 5 in Ormylacros' Brood. Ashka, Monk.

A sharp eyed woman with elfen ears smirks at the viewer. The middle child of 5 in Ormylacros' Brood. Ashka, Monk.

Doing a little character development... what if Rory ends up in a rivalry crush with two umbral dragonkin siblings? #pathfinder #OC #WIP #ScarsofSarkoris

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A bronze-skinned aphorite sits on a rooftop in front of a set of smoke stacks. His rust red hair falls into his face, hiding the tears running down his cheeks as he looks to the sky. His utilitarian clothing contrast the gleam of brass celestial markings on his skin, marking him as an aeonborn. 

He sits alone, mourning the loss of his friends and his brother who used to call the Nerosyan their home, and the rooftops their perch to survey the world full of adventure ahead of them.

A bronze-skinned aphorite sits on a rooftop in front of a set of smoke stacks. His rust red hair falls into his face, hiding the tears running down his cheeks as he looks to the sky. His utilitarian clothing contrast the gleam of brass celestial markings on his skin, marking him as an aeonborn. He sits alone, mourning the loss of his friends and his brother who used to call the Nerosyan their home, and the rooftops their perch to survey the world full of adventure ahead of them.

It's taken four years for Rory to figure themself out, and now face a world with a few answers and many more questions. His brother and best friends' souls now at least can rest, and he can mourn them anew, with his heart set on making things right after their deaths. #Pathfinder #ScarsOfSarkoris

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Two adventurers discuss the ominous bell tolling in the distance

Two adventurers discuss the ominous bell tolling in the distance

A very annoyed foundry caster defends his bell ringing

A very annoyed foundry caster defends his bell ringing

Who -is- ringing that bell anyway?
#pathfinder #silly #ScarsofSarkoris

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OC Lore Train Explained in the worst way possible ⚔️

Frontier tinker with a revenge arc finds unlikely employment with 3 children of circumstance repairing demon infested ley-trees tangled with a realm jumping man-hunt for a notorious traitor and his hag accomplices. #ScarsOfSarkoris

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Rory Dunstan, frontier inventor, archeologist, and thaumaturgical dabbler dressed to impress in fine white and golden embroidery. His hair in fanciful braids, and a drink held bisexually in his hand.

Rory Dunstan, frontier inventor, archeologist, and thaumaturgical dabbler dressed to impress in fine white and golden embroidery. His hair in fanciful braids, and a drink held bisexually in his hand.

The day has come at last! The Valravn slain and Nerosyan safe once more from the interloping of fate-crossed fey and sinister plots of betrayal. The Reclaimation Ball can be held, if delayed, and our heroic Reclaimers can enjoy their diplomatic mission in full. #ScarsOfSarkoris #Pathfinder

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Rory's Updated Combat Kit with bird-of-prey themed stylings

Rory's Updated Combat Kit with bird-of-prey themed stylings

Rory standing with swagger on the deck of his ship, the Challenger.

Rory standing with swagger on the deck of his ship, the Challenger.

Rory launches himself through the air to attack a corvid themed knight.

Rory launches himself through the air to attack a corvid themed knight.

A corvid themed knight looms as a backlit shadow over two captured souls chained by his machinations and ambitions.

A corvid themed knight looms as a backlit shadow over two captured souls chained by his machinations and ambitions.

Most of my TTRPG work follows the story of Rory Dunstan, an aeonborn inventor in the #ScarsOfSarkoris Pathfinder 2e campaign. But you'll see my various one shot adventures featured here as well as fanwork of other folks stories.

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Rory Dunstan
Lvl 17 Inventor (Weaponry)
Aeonborn Artisan & Archeologist. The lone survivor of his former adventuring band led by his twin brother. Now a senior agent of the Sarkoran Reclaimers. His brand of pragmatic planning and direct action helped liberate the lost city of Storasta from Mad Carrok, the Demon Tree.

One of the heroes that slew the Valravn, Branwen.

Captain of the First Electro-Thaumaturgical Airship, the Challenger.

Dubbed 'Wizard-Thief' by the Nyad-Queen Boann. He has a reputation of being Fey Brat-nip.

Illustration of a young man with bronze metallic skin wearing a sleeveless utilitarian gettup covered in pouches and belts. He carries a jezail style longrifle that's been heavily customized for his gadgets and innovations.

Rory Dunstan Lvl 17 Inventor (Weaponry) Aeonborn Artisan & Archeologist. The lone survivor of his former adventuring band led by his twin brother. Now a senior agent of the Sarkoran Reclaimers. His brand of pragmatic planning and direct action helped liberate the lost city of Storasta from Mad Carrok, the Demon Tree. One of the heroes that slew the Valravn, Branwen. Captain of the First Electro-Thaumaturgical Airship, the Challenger. Dubbed 'Wizard-Thief' by the Nyad-Queen Boann. He has a reputation of being Fey Brat-nip. Illustration of a young man with bronze metallic skin wearing a sleeveless utilitarian gettup covered in pouches and belts. He carries a jezail style longrifle that's been heavily customized for his gadgets and innovations.

Get to Know my OC question list of 20 questions.

Get to Know my OC question list of 20 questions.

Inspired by @belltether.bsky.social 's narrative splash sheets for Finch and Hannie, I put together a proper one for Rory. Here's the cliffnotes version of the Reclaimers' most eligible bachelor in Storasta. Plus a fun excuse to indulge some lore posting! #OC #Pathfinder #ScarsOfSarkoris

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"Fiendbreaker" Siege Configuration technical drawing of a magitek weapon and it's component parts:
Electro-thaumaturgical battery
Single Action
Advanced Rangefinder
Rifled Barrel
Clockwork Chain
8 Round Replacement Drum
Jacketed Ammo
Blade Catcher
Bayonet Blade

Runic/Talisman Inscriptions not shown
Potency, Astral, Greater Shock.

"Fiendbreaker" Siege Configuration technical drawing of a magitek weapon and it's component parts: Electro-thaumaturgical battery Single Action Advanced Rangefinder Rifled Barrel Clockwork Chain 8 Round Replacement Drum Jacketed Ammo Blade Catcher Bayonet Blade Runic/Talisman Inscriptions not shown Potency, Astral, Greater Shock.

Three modular variations of the Fiendbreaker weapon system.
Longrifle style Jezail w/ Climbing Hook.
Carbine style Rifle w/ Climbing hook.
Pistol Style w/ chain-whip grapnel.

Three modular variations of the Fiendbreaker weapon system. Longrifle style Jezail w/ Climbing Hook. Carbine style Rifle w/ Climbing hook. Pistol Style w/ chain-whip grapnel.

Rory's equipment and innovations continue to evolve, and thanks to the plethora of strange novel materials he's gained access to in his studies and adventures, he's begun building the 'Fiendbreaker' weapon system named in honor of his fallen friends. #Pathfinder #Inventor #ScarsOfSarkoris

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A red-headed bronze skinned young man leans confidently aginast some loose cargo on the deck of a ship, a mast and rigging in the background. His hair is tied back in a central french braid, a smirk on his face. Brass celestial markings dot his face and hand, denoting his aeonborn ancestry. He wears a utilitarian, sleeveless shirt and suspenders to support the various pouches on his pants.

A red-headed bronze skinned young man leans confidently aginast some loose cargo on the deck of a ship, a mast and rigging in the background. His hair is tied back in a central french braid, a smirk on his face. Brass celestial markings dot his face and hand, denoting his aeonborn ancestry. He wears a utilitarian, sleeveless shirt and suspenders to support the various pouches on his pants.

Rory Dunstan, Captain of the Challenger, a first-of-it's kind Electro-thaumaturgical Airship in service to the Free City of Storasta. The lands and skies of northern Sarkoris beckon our Reclaimers in the aftermath of our diplomatic envoy to Nerosyan. #Pathfinder #OC #ScarsOfSarkoris

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A figure stands with one arm raised, fully decked out in a mix of armor, trinkets, and gadgets. Their face mask is gilded in bronze and brass, a respirator hidden beneath a bone-white faceplace designed to look like a bird of prey. Their cowl is covered in brown feathers, matching the feather-styled demi-cloak they wear patterned and colored like a northern Kestrel. A bandolier and heavy belts support multiple pouches as well as occult & arcane essoterica talismans, hinting at the thaumaturgical dabblings of the wearer.

The armor beneath these layers has an odd, dull glow to it's edge, the dark, icy blue giving way to a dull ember glow. Keen eyes recognize that this is chitin from a Rehorhaz from the icy mountains at the crown of the world. The beast's hide and exoskeleton make for flexible yet hardy armor components. 

Their gauntlets each sport a variety of Innovations, including hidden blades, cauterizing herbal sprays, and Stassian voltaic capacitors. The left gauntlet is fashioned as a collapsible buckler, etched with more esoteric runes to focus occult and arcane power. The right gauntlet sports an impossibly complex clockwork weapon system that can convert between a rotary crossbow and a chain-whip-sword.

All together, this is Rory Dunstan's lvl 15 armor and kit. The callout window showing his stern face, cleanly braided and pulled back red hair, and bronze skin. His piercing, platinum silver eyes look on with grim determination. Dull brass markings mark his face and chest, the art deco runiture a manifestation of his aphorite aeonborn heritage.

A figure stands with one arm raised, fully decked out in a mix of armor, trinkets, and gadgets. Their face mask is gilded in bronze and brass, a respirator hidden beneath a bone-white faceplace designed to look like a bird of prey. Their cowl is covered in brown feathers, matching the feather-styled demi-cloak they wear patterned and colored like a northern Kestrel. A bandolier and heavy belts support multiple pouches as well as occult & arcane essoterica talismans, hinting at the thaumaturgical dabblings of the wearer. The armor beneath these layers has an odd, dull glow to it's edge, the dark, icy blue giving way to a dull ember glow. Keen eyes recognize that this is chitin from a Rehorhaz from the icy mountains at the crown of the world. The beast's hide and exoskeleton make for flexible yet hardy armor components. Their gauntlets each sport a variety of Innovations, including hidden blades, cauterizing herbal sprays, and Stassian voltaic capacitors. The left gauntlet is fashioned as a collapsible buckler, etched with more esoteric runes to focus occult and arcane power. The right gauntlet sports an impossibly complex clockwork weapon system that can convert between a rotary crossbow and a chain-whip-sword. All together, this is Rory Dunstan's lvl 15 armor and kit. The callout window showing his stern face, cleanly braided and pulled back red hair, and bronze skin. His piercing, platinum silver eyes look on with grim determination. Dull brass markings mark his face and chest, the art deco runiture a manifestation of his aphorite aeonborn heritage.

Half body illustration of Rory in the buff (tastefully censored) showing off his bronze skin and the contrasting golden-brass markings of his aeonborn heritage. The patterns grow more complex as his connection to the one-mind of Axis deepens, and after a recent incredibly stressful encounter with a great fey creature, multiple new markings have emerged. His facial runes have grown, connecting back under his hairline and dotting the edge of his cheekbones under his eyes. New marks have emerged on his trapezius, hands and knuckles.

His shoulder and thigh marks have largely stayed the same, only gaining slight complexity, but the markings upon his chest have grown dramatically, evolving from what once was a simple pattern across his sternum and collarbones to become a wide winged bird of prey, a radiant wheel at it's center reflective of the Wintersun clan.

Rory also bears the marks of multiple battles in his scars. A prominent fulgarite scar marks where his hand was struck by chain lightning. A small, twisting scar on his neck hints where a whisper-vine once tried to strangle and bleed him dry. His left arm bears the long, ragged scars of undead Scythe-trees that surrounded and battered him while hunting a Storm Hag. His left side holds his newest scar, where a clockwork buzz saw ripped through him just below his ribs.

By far his most dangerous wound though is marked by the scar that splits to either side of his spine and sternum, where grasping shadows pierced him at the beck and call of a memory reflection of Areelu Vorlesh.

Rory's only gotten wiser and more mature for these troubles, and no longer carries himself as a nebbish, scared socialite, but a confident, sometimes brash young man.

Half body illustration of Rory in the buff (tastefully censored) showing off his bronze skin and the contrasting golden-brass markings of his aeonborn heritage. The patterns grow more complex as his connection to the one-mind of Axis deepens, and after a recent incredibly stressful encounter with a great fey creature, multiple new markings have emerged. His facial runes have grown, connecting back under his hairline and dotting the edge of his cheekbones under his eyes. New marks have emerged on his trapezius, hands and knuckles. His shoulder and thigh marks have largely stayed the same, only gaining slight complexity, but the markings upon his chest have grown dramatically, evolving from what once was a simple pattern across his sternum and collarbones to become a wide winged bird of prey, a radiant wheel at it's center reflective of the Wintersun clan. Rory also bears the marks of multiple battles in his scars. A prominent fulgarite scar marks where his hand was struck by chain lightning. A small, twisting scar on his neck hints where a whisper-vine once tried to strangle and bleed him dry. His left arm bears the long, ragged scars of undead Scythe-trees that surrounded and battered him while hunting a Storm Hag. His left side holds his newest scar, where a clockwork buzz saw ripped through him just below his ribs. By far his most dangerous wound though is marked by the scar that splits to either side of his spine and sternum, where grasping shadows pierced him at the beck and call of a memory reflection of Areelu Vorlesh. Rory's only gotten wiser and more mature for these troubles, and no longer carries himself as a nebbish, scared socialite, but a confident, sometimes brash young man.

First real art of 2026! Rory's new Body Card and expression exploration sheet along with Rory new armor setup as we close out our chapter in Nerosyan. Rory's leaning hard on his celestial ancestry, and the runiture on his body is reflecting that deepened connection. #Pathfinder #OC #ScarsofSarkoris

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A towering armored figure dressed in raven feathers, leans heavily on his greatsword as he grips the wrist of a smaller fighter, their wrist mounted blade buried in his side. His grip tightens, threatening to break the skirmisher's wrist, the blade still piercing him as he defies death with brutal ferocity. Unseen by the knight, a third combatant, a small woman in full knight's regalia, charges with a brutal hooked blade to catch the Valravn with what should be a fatal blow...

A towering armored figure dressed in raven feathers, leans heavily on his greatsword as he grips the wrist of a smaller fighter, their wrist mounted blade buried in his side. His grip tightens, threatening to break the skirmisher's wrist, the blade still piercing him as he defies death with brutal ferocity. Unseen by the knight, a third combatant, a small woman in full knight's regalia, charges with a brutal hooked blade to catch the Valravn with what should be a fatal blow...

The Raven spoke of the Hawk, Finch, Fool and Tree, "You are footnotes in other stories. Like foes and family before... you have little to offer until you prove otherwise. A shame you do not have enough blood for the effort or the iron to do what needs be done."

#Pathfinder #ScarsofSarkoris

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"You're more useful than your brother." - Ser Branwyn the Herald

Rory, barely containing his rage - "It is a MERCY that I will free you of these human memories, a KINDNESS that a monster such as you does NOT DESERVE!"

#ScarsofSarkoris

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A knight stands, sword raised, his corvid themed armor resplendant in the stage lights of an Opera House, the wicked Valravn ready to face the players upon the stage.

A hawk-masked figure launches themself through the air, cape billowing behind them as they lead with their shield and raise their other fist, a blade crackling to electricity ready to crash down on his foe.

A knight stands, sword raised, his corvid themed armor resplendant in the stage lights of an Opera House, the wicked Valravn ready to face the players upon the stage. A hawk-masked figure launches themself through the air, cape billowing behind them as they lead with their shield and raise their other fist, a blade crackling to electricity ready to crash down on his foe.

"The players take their place and the stage is set, but we are formed of the nobility of stars, and you are the mishappen dreams of vengeance steeped in the poison of pride. We are not the same." - Rory Dunstan #Pathfinder #ScarsofSarkoris

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A very annoyed and embarrassed looking young man stands with their hands on their hips, muttering to themself "I am never hearing the end of this" likely because his usual craftsman or adventurer gear is instead replaced by a playboy bunny outfit, his scars and ancestral markings on fully display through the fishnets. Rory at least looks at ease wearing heels, but the bunny suit doesn't fit his muscular frame well.

A very annoyed and embarrassed looking young man stands with their hands on their hips, muttering to themself "I am never hearing the end of this" likely because his usual craftsman or adventurer gear is instead replaced by a playboy bunny outfit, his scars and ancestral markings on fully display through the fishnets. Rory at least looks at ease wearing heels, but the bunny suit doesn't fit his muscular frame well.

Thanks to @belltether.bsky.social misadventure inflicted on Finch, I have had a brain rot for months to make Rory suffer the same way. Enjoy a little saucy light hearted something before tomorrow's traumatic battle with the Herald. #patfhinder #OC #ScarsofSarkoris

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A hulking, armored figure stands upon a stage wreathed in spotlights, their cloak of feathers hiding much of his sharp, corvid armor features and clawed gauntleted hands, a massive greatsword held casually in one.

Two figures kneel behind it, bound with shadowy chains, forced into a position that prevents them from turning or rising against their fetters. On the left, a young man with a wound on his chest seen through his open shirt hangs his head so that his hair falls in front of his face, obscuring the markings on his skin. He casts he eyes to the side, seemingly aware of the other figures he cannot see.

The woman bound in the same manner casts her eyes downward, her dress plunged low to expose the matching wound over her heart. She cannot bring herself to raise her head, staring at the floor, the only thing in her sight a glimpse of the wicked blade that the creature wields to torment the world of mortals.

Both souls trapped by the creature, it's victim's slain and hearts eaten, so that it might use their memories and likeness to do the dark works ahead.

A hulking, armored figure stands upon a stage wreathed in spotlights, their cloak of feathers hiding much of his sharp, corvid armor features and clawed gauntleted hands, a massive greatsword held casually in one. Two figures kneel behind it, bound with shadowy chains, forced into a position that prevents them from turning or rising against their fetters. On the left, a young man with a wound on his chest seen through his open shirt hangs his head so that his hair falls in front of his face, obscuring the markings on his skin. He casts he eyes to the side, seemingly aware of the other figures he cannot see. The woman bound in the same manner casts her eyes downward, her dress plunged low to expose the matching wound over her heart. She cannot bring herself to raise her head, staring at the floor, the only thing in her sight a glimpse of the wicked blade that the creature wields to torment the world of mortals. Both souls trapped by the creature, it's victim's slain and hearts eaten, so that it might use their memories and likeness to do the dark works ahead.

"My soul is charged with blood of thine all ready, and they are now but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more..."

What torments do the Valravn's victims' souls know of the creature's wicked ways.

#ScarsofSarkoris #Pathfinder #OC

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Sketch of two figures shackled and kneeling. One with a masculine face and facial markings looks sidelong over his shoulder, hair falling past his face, his back to the second kneeling figure. His shackles hold him bent, preventing him from turning to see the figure behind him. The womanly figure to the right is likewise bound and downcast, though her eyes only focus on the floor and the greatsword blade that is held in her vision. A silhouette of a cloaked, armored figure looms large in the background, the monstrosity that has them trapped.

Sketch of two figures shackled and kneeling. One with a masculine face and facial markings looks sidelong over his shoulder, hair falling past his face, his back to the second kneeling figure. His shackles hold him bent, preventing him from turning to see the figure behind him. The womanly figure to the right is likewise bound and downcast, though her eyes only focus on the floor and the greatsword blade that is held in her vision. A silhouette of a cloaked, armored figure looms large in the background, the monstrosity that has them trapped.

What becomes of a soul interrupted from it's journey to the afterlife, devoured by a wicked creature bent to torment the world of mortals? How aware are they of each other? Are they aware when their memories are used to hurt others?

#ScarsofSarkoris #WIP

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An impassive mousy brown haired woman with stone grey eyes stares into the fiery platinum eyes of a red headed man seething with fury as the two exchange words over the fate of an innocent being held hostage.

An impassive mousy brown haired woman with stone grey eyes stares into the fiery platinum eyes of a red headed man seething with fury as the two exchange words over the fate of an innocent being held hostage.

"Let them go!"
"Who, the girl? I'm afraid I-"
"No, not- I know you can't give her back, or my brother. I mean the innocent bystander!"
"..."
"I put away my weapon, now you release them!"
"Ah. Let this be an object lesson then."
"..."
"I do not take commands from you."

#ScarsofSarkoris #Pathfinder2e

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@belltether.bsky.social has been such an inspiration (and recent sinspiration) for drawing, I had to finally memify their lovely Finch and Meg in the only meme truly lab grown for them and Durga specifically. Who knew we were fulfilling yet another trope at the #ScarsofSarkoris table.

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Rory Dunstan, Mendevan Inventor and Sarkoran Reclaimer Scholar, reclines confidently with one leg hitched up over the side of their chair. They hold a glass of wine aloft as they observe the viewer. Their jacket has been discarded, hanging behind them, allowing them to recline with bare arms. The rest of their fine attire belies the high society and fancy affair in progress that Rory appears to be flaunting.

Rory Dunstan, Mendevan Inventor and Sarkoran Reclaimer Scholar, reclines confidently with one leg hitched up over the side of their chair. They hold a glass of wine aloft as they observe the viewer. Their jacket has been discarded, hanging behind them, allowing them to recline with bare arms. The rest of their fine attire belies the high society and fancy affair in progress that Rory appears to be flaunting.

#ScarsofSarkoris Would Rory show up to a fancy Nerosyan high society opera and demonstrate such bravado as to seem almost... asking for someone to come after them in a moment of vulnerability... Maybe he's just flirting and having a good time channeling his inner swashbuckling scoundrel?

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Twill Fireweed - Confidently Mischievous Halfling Ranger

Twill Fireweed - Confidently Mischievous Halfling Ranger

Durga Bauman - Conspiratorially Bizarre Ardande Witch

Durga Bauman - Conspiratorially Bizarre Ardande Witch

Rory Dunstan - Concerned(tm) Aphorite Inventor

Rory Dunstan - Concerned(tm) Aphorite Inventor

Finch Tarchangen Brinz-Widowknife - Intensely Determined Devil-touched Changeling Champion of Redemption (Nocticula)

Finch Tarchangen Brinz-Widowknife - Intensely Determined Devil-touched Changeling Champion of Redemption (Nocticula)

Did some chibi-fied versions of our Pathfinder 2e #ScarsOfSarkoris crew. It was a fun exercise in figuring out just what energy would be the most Emote worthy for each of them

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In the garden behind their host's estate, under a young oak tree, a slumped, sobbing Rory (aeonborn inventor, they/him) dressed only in a hastily donned heavy coat, nightclothes, and their unbuckled boots mourns the loss of their friends. He clutches at his hair as he reels from the news that his friend Ylvora, who he just spoke with the night prior and who was full of barbs for his past cowardice, was dead at the hands of a villain bent on ruining his life and the prospects of the new lands he protects.

In the garden behind their host's estate, under a young oak tree, a slumped, sobbing Rory (aeonborn inventor, they/him) dressed only in a hastily donned heavy coat, nightclothes, and their unbuckled boots mourns the loss of their friends. He clutches at his hair as he reels from the news that his friend Ylvora, who he just spoke with the night prior and who was full of barbs for his past cowardice, was dead at the hands of a villain bent on ruining his life and the prospects of the new lands he protects.

A journey home can be a joyful reunion or a painful memory. Rory's return to Nerosyan meant learning one of their best friends and sole survivor of their old adventuring party had been killed, and they may never know if it's their fault or not that Ylvora is gone. #pathfinder2e #ScarsOfSarkoris

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