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Art by me. I coloured my art and decided to post it again. This is Godwin, my friends Firbolg Ranger from our campaign. In my campaign setting Firbolgs are born of unions between Fauns and Giants, embodying both the nomadic grace of the desert and the enduring might of the deep Hollow. Neither fully accepted by Faun nor Giant societies, they serve as cultural intermediaries, peace-brokers, and wanderers—souls forever caught between two worlds. Firbolgs typically inherit some of the size and resilience of their Giant lineage with the horns, animalistic features, of the Fauns. Their skin tones range from earthen stone to sun-touched bronze, often marked by mossy hair, curling horns, or faint bioluminescent tattoos passed through Giant bloodlines. Among the Fauns, they are seen as blessed but strange, too large, too slow, too solemn. Among the Giants, they are considered fragile and fleeting, too quick to change, too small to endure. Many Firbolgs act as ambassadors, caravan guides, and traders between these often-separate peoples, carrying messages and goods through desert wastes and Hollow tunnels.

Art by me. My friends Simiah Rogue Hudson from our campaign. Coloured this piece and decided to post the completed version. I had a fine time trying to toe the line between monkey and handsome older man. In my world I wanted the animal races to be a little less furry and given that there are so many of the in daggerheart I tried to come up with a solution that fit with my world. (Bio-punk fantasy taking place in a city built in the body of a dead titan)

The Indentured are not true ancestries but engineered bloodlines. Descendants of humans, halflings, or dwarves transformed through generations of Titan-grown grafts, alchemical flesh-shaping, and biological alteration. Created to serve specific roles in the wake of the Godfall, these Chimera-Folk are ubiquitous in Xol’s workforce, military, and black markets. They exist as a liminal caste, valued for their usefulness but often regarded as property or tools by the noble houses and bio-alchemical factions that engineered them. Many endure lives of servitude, though resistance and subculture movements simmer beneath the surface. Some bloodlines have bought out their indenture and now function as their own cultural enclaves. Other’s have risen high within the ranks or the various houses guilds and companies and do not seek to leave them.

Art by me.

People asked me to repost him if I ever ended up painting it. Not the best at painting, but learned a lot about trying to capture different materials while working on it.

This is Burl the Clank Sorcerer(last post I called him a wizard, but that was a brain fart), one of the player characters from my campaign. His sentience awakened in an arcane explosion that killed many members of the house that owned him. Since than he has lived as a hermit in the wastes as the living materials the make up his frame have been slowly growing and overtaking his once sleek design.

The Clanks of Xol are not born but built, crafted from splintered Titan bone, bio-modified wood, and living flora, their bodies a fusion of unnatural growth and alchemical engineering. They are rare in the city, not because the technology is lost, but because most Xolites consider the creation of artifice an unsettling aberration when living flesh is so readily available for modification.

The first Clanks were forged in the aftermath of the Titan Xol’s death, part of an alchemical arms race to create untiring soldiers and servitors. Some were grown for battle, others for labor or ceremonial purposes.

In a society obsessed with ancestry, bloodlines, and genetic inheritance, Clanks exist outside the social order. They have no lineage, no family, and are often viewed as tools rather than people, curiosities from a bygone age of war.

Each Clank is unique, their bodies grown, carved, and bonded using Titan bone marrow, heartwood, and living muscle-vines. Some display eerie plant-like growths or calcified plates, while others resemble living statues of bark and bone.

Art by me. Will end up being a poster for the D&D club I run at the middleschool I work at. Took a million years to draw, but quite happy with the result. Wanted to practice drawing a full composition when I usually just draw single characters.