r/DragonPussy

Drawn by the excellent  GoodGudvin

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Baldurs Gate. What a magnificent city. Baldurs gate where the ocean meets the land and you can find a dozen ships going to a dozen places. Baldurs gate. City of dreams.

City of nightmares. City of a thousand bodies and monsters who creep at night and worse ones who walk during the day. City where clouds pools between the rivers av the stench of bodies rise as a low fog that only the ocean scent can barely meet.

It is the home ofv Tashrokan.

It was not glass that mangled her face. She knows that, though the cuts are rather close to it. It was not glass that made her have so distinguished, shattered one of her horns and mangled her jaw spines. But for purposes of what she tells others it was merely very strong glass.

She plays the violin in taverns for coin, though she doesn't need it. There are enough vacancies after the attack last fall. She merely claimed a small home and took it as her own - and when they told her she couldn't it was awarded to her by the sitting duke.

Saving his life certainly did make that easier, didn't it?

She plays the violin, it is said to be made of dryad wood and mythril strings, for it sounds so clearly. Some say when you look at it just right you can see red hues stained in the strings and when she plays well enough, you can hear whispers on the edge of everything.

She is a warm and friendly bard, who gives to the charities that need it and stands with a certain group of essentially essentric scholars as a patron. One might wonder at where her wealth comes from. Don't ask too many questions you might not want to know about.

Its amazing what unique artifacts can sell for.

After performing she always sits at the bar and offers a bottle of Amnian Red. She drinks slowly and she is not young to turn down company. That's usually when someone might notice how little she wears. She says she doesn't really care for a lot as her scales are hard enough to take the daily grind. She has a point. Her scales are pretty durable in the right place.

She claims she doesn't remember much before the invasion. She doesn't remember much at all of who she was before that fateful year. And looking into those pretty eyes, maybe it's a good thing. They'd something dark in them even when she's laughing and smiling.

Something that smells of garlic, and vanilla. Of Secrets best not looked into. After all, secrets can't be that bad behind such a nice smile, surely?

Roll a wisdom save.