Rudolph Van Richten - Tumblr Posts
He spoke to me through the mouths of the dead things.
strahdtober day #3: necromancy
I think I'm gonna stick to it being late lol...
I've noticed I'm not great at describing NPC appearances, so I'm going to start making up for it with art, here's Rictavio, the... bard... and babysitter for three random children the party dumped on him.
Dinner at Castle Ravenloft
I've been thinking about Rudolph van Richten attending the dinner at Castle Ravenloft. He'd be in disguise, hiding behind his fake name and accompanying some group of heroes into the dragon's den.
His companions don't know who he is yet, simply that a traveling bard named Rictavio lost his son to the vampire lord of Barovia, and that he'll help them where he can. Anything to avenge his son.
The dinner seems to be going smoothly, with the Devil making conversation with the newcomers, surrounded by his consorts. But one of the heroes notices that their bard companion is far less chatty than usual, and won't stop staring at one of the consorts.
Said consort is a young blond man, his exposed shoulders a tapestry of old scars from battles, all but one survived. If it even was a battle. He is at ease here, leaning against the Devil as he would a lover, enjoying the attention of his companion and the visitors. His eyes are clouded by death, and hidden behind thick red lenses, but are still the same familiar shade of blue.
Its not the staring that Escher notices first, but a familiar smell that reminds him of home, coming from one of the visitors. He tries to shrug it off, to enjoy the night, but as the staring grows ever more obvious, that bard begins to remind him of someone.
It's you, it's you, it's all for you
Everything I do
I tell you all the time
Heaven is a place on earth with you
@mxvanrichten!!!
how to explain why van richten looks like this and not a crusty little peepaw
When I was a man, I thought it ended, When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake
Arsonist's Lullaby, Hozier
I colored him (:
He's a little crunchy, and tumblr isn't helping, I suggest clicking on it for better quality (:
When I was a man, I thought it ended, When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake
Arsonist's Lullaby, Hozier
I just finished a commission for @starry-eyed-kiddo, of his OC Beatrice Stillwater, dancing with Rudolph van Richten! (:
My commissions are still open, feel free to shoot me a message if you're interested in some art! (:
My favourite trope has to be:
I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.
But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.
My party was informed of some confusing news
𝔓𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔢
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Something soft for @morgainerae