i keep meaning to post these all here and forgetting, whoops
It's been a hot minute since I last D&D'd but I grew attached in a Big Way to my character, a Dragonborn Bard named Acida! She has an ax that is also an axe, do you understand
Art by @teamcatple, @audioerf, Fen, and @gingerisaspice
Character deets below cut
Acida comes from a clan of dragonborn known for their bardic abilities, though more specifically their bards are referred to as "war criers." Their instruments all double as weapons in one way or another and are empowered through... well, we'll get to that.
Acida found herself one day on the island of Morsworth standing outside a small town with no memory of how she ended up there. She remembers most of her life up to that point just fine, but the method by which she ended up on the island is a complete mystery to her. Nevertheless, she pressed onward, confident the answers would reveal themselves to her in time, only to get embroiled in a whole bunch of magical intrigue, necromantic nonsense, wagers with gods, and what might be some kind of faerie king.
After spending some time with her party, she eventually opened up about her past, first explaining that the war criers of her clan had the ability to call upon the Unsladzilovaztah, or "the Choir" as she calls it for simplicity's sake, the spirits of past criers to join them in harmony and enhance their abilities. They did this by making their instruments using, in one way or another, the body parts of their fallen. Acida's ax belonged to her mother and the strings were made from the gut of her grandfather, so she refers to it affectionately as "Gramps."
One day, a mysterious plague swept through their village, somehow leaving Acida as the only survivor. She needed to watch as her friends and family slowly succumbed and died in front of her, until she was left alone with her mother on her deathbed. She told Acida how much she loved her and, in her final moments, told her: "You know what you have to do."
To this day, she carries a spool of strings she made herself that she occasionally speaks to and refers to as "Mom," so you can probably guess what that meant.
However, Acida recently learned that this wasn't the whole story: When given the chance to ask a strange being referring to himself as a king in one of her dreams two questions he would answer truthfully, she asked how she survived the plague. His answer? She didn't. Acida succumbed to the disease just as the rest of her clan did. When asking how she could be here now, the being responded that he did not know how it was that she was alive now. Despite the uncertainty, Acida chose to focus on the fact that he had stated that she was "alive." She's not an undeparted spirit or undead, she is definitively alive.
And right now that's where her story stands. She has begun hearing her grandfather and mother's voices faintly from their strings, so the fact that she might finally be forging her connection to the Choir gets her pretty excited.