#Pharasma

[blighted-elf]

Imposter syndrome wouldn't let me post the full body of this one lol so here's a zoomed in and cropped version. My tiefling cleric of Pharasma, Zephyrus. (Glaze ruined the quality a lot.)

#Pathfinder #Pathfinder Wrath of the Righteous #Wrath of the Righteous #WotR #Owlcat Games #Tiefling #TTRPG #DnD #Dungeons And Dragons #OC #Original character #Cleric #Pharasma #Magic #Art #Artists on Tumblr #Digital Art #OC: Zephyrus #Blighted Art

[strawberry-crocodile]

(to be clear I'm more familiar than PF1, if the core pantheon changed in 2e I'm unaware so don't point it out)

(Also yes Nethys is a girlboss of some extent. to me.)

#dalucaray #pathfinder #pf1 #desna #shelyn #pharasma #calistria #nethys #iomedae #wrath of the righteous

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[lizzorasaurus]

Up next for the Gods of Golarion- Pharasma, The Lady of Graves! Goddess of Death, Birth, Prophecy, Fate and Rebirth.

#pathfinder #pathfinder ttrpg #paizo #pharasma #ttrpg

[pathfuckery]

New Year, New Deity, Day 14: Cleric of Pharasma

The undead must be purged for they are an abomination. The cleric of Pharasma pursues this goal with dedication and efficiency. All must go through the Boneyard for judgment. Build below:

The cleric of Pharasma has one primary goal: the destruction of all undead. They accomplish this through specific spell preparation, along with drawing more of Pharasma's power through the Soul Warden dedication. For those that aren't undead, they may seek to keep them alive, should it not be their appointed time to pass on. Life and Death seem to be in their hands, but truly, it is the goddess' guidance.

Full Build Linked Here!

#pf2e #cleric #pharasma

[vagelio]

Izzix, a Duskwalker follower of Pharasma. His scales were once blue and his eyes used to have a stunning Chartreuse hue. Find me on Artstation: https://www.artstation.com/vagelio Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/vageliokal/ Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/user/Vagelio Twitter: https://twitter.com/vageliokal Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/vageliokali Deviantart: http://vagelio.deviantart.com/ Tumblr: http://vagelio.tumblr.com/

#lizardfolk #pathfinder #ttrpg #ttrpg character #duskwalker #pharasma #barbarian #skull #portrait #vagelio kaliva #Vagelio

[ghoulcaclulator64]

#pf2e #pathfinder #pathfinder 2e #pharasma #urgathoa

[squishyputty]

Jaethal: Explaining how people are only against Urgathoa because of being cowards, and afraid of Pharasma's followers. My character, a Divine Assassin for Pharasma:

#pathfinder kingmaker #pathfinder #Jaethal #Pharasma #Urgathoa

[wifeswarmacademy]

God. It is so frustrating talking with some pathfinder people about the gods Iomedae, Sarenrae, and Pharasma alongside their fuckups. I grestly prefer their fuckups to them being uproblematically good (and pharasma never was supposed to be good). Every single time its just "what about the trumpets" because iomedae can be mean to a PC once. Its like im talking to toddlers.

#pathfinder #iomedae #pharasma #sarenrae #golarion

[moral-autism]

Posted another ficlet on AO3.

#fiction #pathfinder #pharasma

[cosmosoracle]

I keep my eyes closed as I keep falling, and falling, and falling.

Even if I try to open them and see, I soon realize that I can't; I can't hear anything either, nor I can move. I just keep falling for an immeasurable amount of time, which may have been long or short, but in the afterlife, as I learnt, it doesn't matter. I expect to see the line in front of me at some point... but instead, I feel the warmth of... waves. Waves, like the ones which lulled me and saw me grow up, which challenged me and made me strong. It feels calm and familiar. "Home", I think to myself.

Then I regain my sight. It is not home I reached, nor it is the way to the throne of Pharasma. I exist at the same time in two spaces: one is completely black, one is completely white, and they reach, empty, beyond the horizon. As I look down, I see my mirrored reflection on the other side as if I was walking on a thin surface, moving perfectly in unison: just my silhouette, a shape, featureless and in contrast with the surroundings - silvery in the dark, inky in the light. Nothing happens if I try to reach out for the other side; inexplicably, I am there, in both of the places.

When I raise my eyes again, all around I notice some burning figures slowly moving around me, but they don't have a reflection like mine, and their shapes are completely lost to the burning. The ones in the dark environment are calm, mostly standing still. The black ones, instead, seem more restless, and all of them slowly moving towards a square pedestal, a step that leads to a crowd of them. On the black side, instead, the elevated area is empty. I take a few very wary steps closer to the pedestals; the entities seem to turn towards me, so I stop dead in my tracks, worry clawing at my throat.

I murmur, confusion and fear controlling my voice. "Where am I... what is happening...?"

"Welcome." Two voices speak through my mind, indistinguishable but clear. "Welcome, Evangelia from the Lake of Mists and Veils. You are an anomaly, but you nonetheless reached for us. Here, you are safe."

"Reached for you? Was it me?... how?"

"You... died." Their words bring me back to a very harsh reality, which suddenly breaks my heart again as I remember my last moments. Consequently, I falter. Was it really worth it? Have I just thrown my life away?

"...but I should be in a line. Why am I here?"

For the first time, the two voices split, despite still intervening at the same time.

"You are here because you are not ready for what awaits you there."

"You are here because this is where you belong, and I want to protect you from the pain and suffering."

I feel a shiver running down my spine. I let the motivations sink in for a few seconds. They're ominous, and I feel the urge to run and hide. I feel like suffocating, trembling to the thought of being unable to endure all of that. Then I try to answer to them both. "Why do you want to protect me... and save from what I'm not ready for?"

Silence becomes deafening for a little bit, but then only one of the two answers, somehow grave. "I don't know what you have done to get so many people to think about you without even knowing you... but no one deserves to be treated like this. You don't deserve a world full of pain."

"No one deserves it," my drive takes over the negativity when others are mentioned. I see the faces of many I got to know in front of my eyes as I continue. My faith... my blessing... "That's why I was trying to make it better."

But then I start hearing them. So many voices, from all around me, even if they're not coming from the beings that surround me. People of faith, praying for themselves, for their teams, for the poor; asking for health, for love, for hope. They pray for it, and yet, it all goes unheard. My empathy makes my heart quiver as the feeling of abandonment latches onto them. I despair with them as they stop, sad and full of remorse. My legs threaten to fold beneath me. They become my weight... and my strength alike. "But I hear them, I hear them!! I want to be there for them... I promised I would save them - I promised I would save you!!"

"Their prayers are not meant for you," the two return to talk in unison. "These are all the people you haven't met yet, but who already identify you with their hardships, their misery. You represent their sorrow, and all that they have lost."

I can't say I fully understand what they are meaning, but what I certainly know is... it is awful. It is insane. I feel like I'm choking over my tears as I whisper with a broken voice... "This is exactly why I cannot stay..."

The two also seem to contemplate the situation while I'm completely stolen by the anguish. Even just hearing some of them for a moment was enough to shatter me, but even if in pieces, I feel the need to act, to try and ease their spirits. Somehow, I reject the horrifying doubt - I'm the cause of their dismay, I am the source. I just want to help. I just want to try. I cannot give up yet, because I know I still have more to give. I'm eager to. And yet, it is also what brought me here in the first place, putting myself in the frontline for my lake, for Zinnya and Hoyt. And this could be just a drop in an ocean. And as many drops as an ocean begin to fall from my non-existent eyes, I feel them burning like they were there, and I don't care if they are or not. All of this turmoil needs a way out, and I have nothing else left. I cry for them all. "I'm so sorry..."

They seem to give me a little of space before requiring my attention again, and once more, it is only one of the two intervening. The conversation continues slowly, as if he was trying to accompany me through a reasoning, in search for the final answer.

"Was it a good life?"

"Yes, but is it really over? Is there really no hope?" My answer is one more delayed question.

"If you had the chance, would you do everything all over again? All of it, good and bad, which brought you here." Here. In the middle of other burning spirits, speaking to who I believe to be the two brothers of the story. Sacrificing myself for the safety of who survived the monster in my lake, struggling to keep the contact with my deities, with black tears on my cheeks for having tried to know about what I'm involved in. I hesitate. "Would you go through it all just as you did so far, with all the laughs and the smiles, and all the losses and departures?"

He insists, and a warming memory flashes in my mind, gifting me a spark of strength back. "...yes... Some things could have gone better... I mean, of course they could have gone better, they always can. But everything that happened made me who I am, and someone once told me, it was a beautiful thing. I firmly believe in that, still... so, yes. My answer is yes."

It is not disappointment that follows my answer, but the tone drops again, and I can't help but feel bad about it. Selfish. Greedy. "Then you deserve the world you live in. You deserve all the pain, you deserve all the difficulties and the obstacles you will have to face." Then, he softens. "I am glad."

I cannot fully understand his position, but if my guesses are right... this is the younger brother speaking. The one who fought until his end came, loyal to the cause of the gods. A chosen - just like the eldest, just like me.

My last words are for both of them. "Don't think ill of me for this. Please." But they also go unanswered, and I am left with the feeling of guilt stirring my guts. Still, I have little time to think about it. Everything around me starts to quiver; the flames and the pedestals fade from my sight just as they appeared, as I start ascending once more, losing my senses again, until I can blink again.

I am in the line, in the same spot where I left it the previous time. Only four people stand between me and Pharasma, but this time, a familiar face is by my side.

The Man in Red.

#ic #black tears crossed the world #campaign diary #session recap #session 92 #part 1 #black tears #afterlife #boneyard #pharasma #story of two brothers #zinnya #hoyt #general roktor #the man in red #pathfinder 2e #homebrew campaign #pathfinder rp

[a-cypress-tree-draws]

Updated character concepts for Curse of Strahd! Figured I'd post them as a group, now that they're all done. Of note as far as changes this time around: Lovinia is a bit more pallid, owing to the taint of vampirism still staining her blood (we re-rolled her as as a damphir) and can't decide whether or not she likes dresses (Strahd made her wear them); Zelrae is a priestess of Pharasma now, having lost most of her good nature and faith in humanity, and bears a peculiar scar on her chest (from how she died: Strahd stabbed her, not that she's aware of that); And the druid is an Oread now (no idea).

Out of the four, Azariel hasn't changed almost at all: his major differences are going to be in the way he treats the other party members: having a tenuous connection to it's past attempt (and been a major source of the strife within the party), we've decided that this time, it's a good deal nicer: It's going to be hyper-focused on Lovinia's protection, and willing to repair it's relationship with Zelrae (though,she might not be).

I realize I haven't really discussed at all what our plan is for CoS, and I probably should, given how unorthodox it is. For our first run, we're reducing our failed attempt at Expedition to Castle Ravenloft: After losing her mind, her friends, and most of her autonomy, and having married Strahd, Lovinia spends a great deal of her time researching the land around her and her husband's connection to it. It's through this study of his power, that she comes to face the Dark Powers herself (our plan is to roleplay all of this before we start). She strikes a deal with them in order to bring her friends back, and they respond in-kind by completely resetting Barovia, removing all but the barest scraps of memory from everyone, altering the landscape in small ways to make those memories even more confusing, shoving the party's souls into newly-created bodies that are similar to their own, and proving to Strahd that even his victories are hollow results of chance, that if everything was done again, he would die.

Also, they made Strahd a woman. Because women hot.

Anyway, we're doing this again. And this time, we aren't going to be beaten.

I drew Lady Strahd too, but I wanted to post her on her own, to make it special. I'll be doing that a bit later ^•^.

#digital drawing #digital art #character drawing #ttrpg character #pathfinder 1e #curse of strahd #Expedition to Castle Ravenloft #vampire #vampires #dhampir #pathfinder android #android #oread #dnd druid #Pathfinder druid #drow #pharasma #Cleric of Pharasma #Oracle #Pathfinder Oracle #Azariel #The Leafmaker #lovinia castillo #zelrae

[lizzorasaurus]

hi I havent done any art in like two months (gently rolls this to you) my aasimar warpriest of pharasma, Rivkah, in a fresh outfit

#pathfinder #pathfinder rpg #dnd #assimar #warpriest #pharasma

[bechaoticgoods]

I’ve been so quiet! My apologies! Things have just been very busy. Sales and machine shenanigans. I’m so happy to have a machine again so I can work on stocking up. Today’s post features the very first @nazfx_studios pattern I ever made! And one of my first plushies. 🙈The character design I went with is based off of a Tengu Monk from one of our Pathfinder campaigns. They were a Christmas gift. This pattern was challenging for me at first but after it was done I felt like I leveled up! Haha. What project has challenged you but made you stronger?! #plushies #plushiesofinstagram #pathfinder #nazfxpattern #tengu #monk #pharasma https://www.instagram.com/p/CkgqXaopPoJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#plushies #plushiesofinstagram #pathfinder #nazfxpattern #tengu #monk #pharasma

[monstersdownthepath]

do you ever get a dumb joke stuck in your head

#a rare look at my staggering artistic talent #this was born from a Bit that happened in my session last night #the party went out of their way to help two ghosts that were essentially set dressing #and i had pharasma reward them for it #and the Bit was the psychopomps questioning their lady's wisdom in aiding these otherwise unremarkable mortals

[therisingphoenixden]

Oofies. I haven't played a dhampir in Wrath of the Righteous before, and to hear all my companions except Daeran insult undeath and the undead in front of a half-undead had me cackling.

The question is, do I want to at least unlock the Lich path before the assault on Drezen even if I don't take it?

#phoenix plays #pathfinder wotr #for the record radma is a cleric of pharasma #so i wouldn't go that route for rp reasons #but all my companions freaking out over undeath is hysterical #babes your knight-commander's a freaking dhampir

[daisymeade]

The face I made when Nok-Nok said this:

Underneath the face I was trying not to laugh because NOK-NOK NO!!!

#'now if you kept her in a cage-' #babyboy pls #he's going to send both of us to pharasma #nok-nok #ekundayo #pathfinder kingmaker #pfkm