I haven't gotten to that part yet (I only recently started CoC2, and they aren't on the wiki) can you tell me about them? (I dont mind spoiler)
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They haven't got one yet! However, I will spoiler some images and text for you.
Athel and Synne are Etheryn's grandmothers. They separated over a very acrimonious religious dispute, and their restless spirits remain in the crypt beneath the Palace of Ice. In one quest, the Champion and Ryn have the chance to help their ghosts come back together after meeting their beautiful granddaughter for the first time, after which point they're finally able to rest.
If there's one thing these two star-crossed lovers ought to be able to find common ground over, it's the chance to get to know their charming little granddaughter. The two ghostly royals exchange a glance, and turn their attention to the princess now kneeling on the dais between them.
"You say your name is Etheryn, child?" the queen says softly, brushing a ghostly hand across Ryn's cheek. "That was my aunt's name. A strong name. It suits you."
Ryn blushes, putting her hand over her grandmother's.
Synneva seats herself beside her near-doppelganger and crosses a leg, the closest thing to modesty you've seen from the nearly naked elf so far. Athedred looks between the both of them, and you swear you see a little smile creeping its way onto the sun-blessed elf's face. "You two really do look just the same. It seems your seed was even stronger than I thought, Synne."
The consort preens, running a hand through her hip-long mane. "Clearly. But she has your eyes, love."
"And you... m-my big sister, used to look just like you too," Ryn forces herself to admit.
"Sister!" Synneva claps, "You didn't mention a sister. Tell us all about our other grandchildren, please!"
Ryn tries to hide a grimace, glancing between queen and consort. "She, uh... Queen Alissa's gone, now. But she was... was the greatest warrior of her generation. The folk of the city loved her."
Atheldred nods, seemingly pleased and pained at the same time. "I am sorry for your loss, Etheryn. Does that make you queen, then?"
"My parents died when I was born, and Alissa was my only sibling. So I... I rule the Winter City now, yes. I know I'm not much to look at, but I just hope that... that I can make you both proud."
"Oh, sweetheart," Atheldred sighs, stroking Ryn's cheek again. "Sweet child. Just look at yourself. So beautiful, so regal. How could you ever think we would be anything but proud? Would that we could stay and watch over your rule, give you wise counsel on the throne. But how then would you grow into your own."
"You'll do fine!" Synneva insists, kissing Ryn's cheek. "You might not have gotten Athel's muscle, but you got her heart, and with my charm and wits you'll have nothing to fear in court or in love."
Atheldred laughs. "Ever the humble one, weren't you Synne?"
Her consort smiles and laughs... which in turn sets the ghostly queen to giggling, reaching for her lover's hand. Their eyes meet for the first time since the confrontation began.
"Goddess, what have we been doing, Synne?" the queen sighs. "All this time wasted when we've had such a treasure so close at hand."
Synne shakes her head. "Let's not talk about that now, my love, lest we devolve into another argument. Let's... let's leave our grand daughter with a better impression of us. One worth of us both."
"Of course. Ah, Etheryn... that bow of yours. Let me see it, please."
Etheryn takes the weapon from her back and reverently presents it to the ghostly queen. It truly is the same bow as Atheldred herself wields, unmistakably identical to the spectral outline at the queen's feet. She takes it from Etheryn with clear affection, running her fingers across its whitewood body before closing them around the string.
"Take my light-"
"-And my love!" Synneva adds, covering the queen's hand with her own.
"... And we will be with you, always."
The bowstring begins to glow a radiant white-hot, infused with the spirits' combined passions -- and in turn, the pair of them become ever-more translucent, fading into cold mist as the valkyries did before them. They each lean into their granddaughter, embracing her and kissing both cheeks. Ryn all but melts into their arms, hugging them as tight as she can before they slip through her fingers, nearly translucent now.
The last you see of the royal couple is them turning to each other and embracing, lips touching in the moment before they become nothing but rolling mist dissipating across the tomb's floor.
When Ryn's able to dry her tears and stand, she gives you a nod full of newfound determination. "I feel them still with me. All the spirits of this place. They're watching me... I can only hope we make them proud."
"You say your name is Etheryn, child?" the queen says softly, brushing a ghostly hand across Ryn's cheek. "That was my aunt's name. A strong name. It suits you."
Ryn blushes, putting her hand over her grandmother's.
Synneva seats herself beside her near-doppelganger and crosses a leg, the closest thing to modesty you've seen from the nearly naked elf so far. Athedred looks between the both of them, and you swear you see a little smile creeping its way onto the sun-blessed elf's face. "You two really do look just the same. It seems your seed was even stronger than I thought, Synne."
The consort preens, running a hand through her hip-long mane. "Clearly. But she has your eyes, love."
"And you... m-my big sister, used to look just like you too," Ryn forces herself to admit.
"Sister!" Synneva claps, "You didn't mention a sister. Tell us all about our other grandchildren, please!"
Ryn tries to hide a grimace, glancing between queen and consort. "She, uh... Queen Alissa's gone, now. But she was... was the greatest warrior of her generation. The folk of the city loved her."
Atheldred nods, seemingly pleased and pained at the same time. "I am sorry for your loss, Etheryn. Does that make you queen, then?"
"My parents died when I was born, and Alissa was my only sibling. So I... I rule the Winter City now, yes. I know I'm not much to look at, but I just hope that... that I can make you both proud."
"Oh, sweetheart," Atheldred sighs, stroking Ryn's cheek again. "Sweet child. Just look at yourself. So beautiful, so regal. How could you ever think we would be anything but proud? Would that we could stay and watch over your rule, give you wise counsel on the throne. But how then would you grow into your own."
"You'll do fine!" Synneva insists, kissing Ryn's cheek. "You might not have gotten Athel's muscle, but you got her heart, and with my charm and wits you'll have nothing to fear in court or in love."
Atheldred laughs. "Ever the humble one, weren't you Synne?"
Her consort smiles and laughs... which in turn sets the ghostly queen to giggling, reaching for her lover's hand. Their eyes meet for the first time since the confrontation began.
"Goddess, what have we been doing, Synne?" the queen sighs. "All this time wasted when we've had such a treasure so close at hand."
Synne shakes her head. "Let's not talk about that now, my love, lest we devolve into another argument. Let's... let's leave our grand daughter with a better impression of us. One worth of us both."
"Of course. Ah, Etheryn... that bow of yours. Let me see it, please."
Etheryn takes the weapon from her back and reverently presents it to the ghostly queen. It truly is the same bow as Atheldred herself wields, unmistakably identical to the spectral outline at the queen's feet. She takes it from Etheryn with clear affection, running her fingers across its whitewood body before closing them around the string.
"Take my light-"
"-And my love!" Synneva adds, covering the queen's hand with her own.
"... And we will be with you, always."
The bowstring begins to glow a radiant white-hot, infused with the spirits' combined passions -- and in turn, the pair of them become ever-more translucent, fading into cold mist as the valkyries did before them. They each lean into their granddaughter, embracing her and kissing both cheeks. Ryn all but melts into their arms, hugging them as tight as she can before they slip through her fingers, nearly translucent now.
The last you see of the royal couple is them turning to each other and embracing, lips touching in the moment before they become nothing but rolling mist dissipating across the tomb's floor.
When Ryn's able to dry her tears and stand, she gives you a nod full of newfound determination. "I feel them still with me. All the spirits of this place. They're watching me... I can only hope we make them proud."
Do all of mallach's priestesses have the same magic staff thing?
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Here is a milodan futa, but who should be tied up?
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It might be just me, but I swear the coloured one has a Saturday morning cartoon feel!
I just realised I never gave details about what I suggested. My PC died and the questions notificaction slipped through the cracks. Seeing that Aypia suggested another frost elf drawing, I guess I did good on not banging on a similar theme.
I just realised I never gave details about what I suggested. My PC died and the questions notificaction slipped through the cracks. Seeing that Aypia suggested another frost elf drawing, I guess I did good on not banging on a similar theme.
It lived a long computer life and its contents could be largely salvaged, so its spirit will live in in its hard disk ^_^
Thank you for allowing me to suggest more stuff. In this case, could it be something salamander-related? Be it CoC's Helia or CoC 2's Princess Phyria or Prince Philander. All things considered, TiTS' Tessa or Brandt could be included! It's up to you
Thank you for allowing me to suggest more stuff. In this case, could it be something salamander-related? Be it CoC's Helia or CoC 2's Princess Phyria or Prince Philander. All things considered, TiTS' Tessa or Brandt could be included! It's up to you
I'll do either Tessa or Brandt, but give me someone that they are fucking(or being fucked by)It lived a long computer life and its contents could be largely salvaged, so its spirit will live in in its hard disk ^_^
Thank you for allowing me to suggest more stuff. In this case, could it be something salamander-related? Be it CoC's Helia or CoC 2's Princess Phyria or Prince Philander. All things considered, TiTS' Tessa or Brandt could be included! It's up to you
Like this?????
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Yeah, that works. Lah's back arching is a wonderful touch!
That said, Lah sports a 6-inch knob and Brandt has "pert B-cup" breasts. I'm a sucker for text-correct measures, but I take that's your prerogative
That said, Lah sports a 6-inch knob and Brandt has "pert B-cup" breasts. I'm a sucker for text-correct measures, but I take that's your prerogative
Big lady
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Is this still open for suggestions? I was really impressed by all the art posted here.
Nym-Foe making some "minor" adjustments to Illustria Po (drastically enlarging her boobs or butt with silicone, which is injected through Nym-Foe's tail). Bonus points if you can make the affected attributes look shiny or balloon-like. Oh, and apparently Po has that little flying robot that likes to strip people, so maybe it's going after Nym-Foe's panties or something.
Was really busy, so here a quick one
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I felt similarly, I just had no idea how to say it in a nice way. The art just keeps getting better.
Are you still taking requests? I have one but its a little hard to and not so 'human' i cant remember the name right now but shes one of the lizard-tuar people if you think you want to/able to do one i can get you details?
That is very encouraging, thank youI felt similarly, I just had no idea how to say it in a nice way. The art just keeps getting better.
Would a text description/details from coc2 be enough information for a drawing or would you need another image to properly draw a character?
