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sun-marie · 1 month

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Eamoc Part 2, Electric Boogaloo ✨

At first, Eamoc didn't feel anything particularly strong towards Xoti one way or the other. However, once Xoti began feeding him his favorite snack, Palohe Nuts, they became fast friends and he was often seen at her side (when he wasn't at Sabina's). How Xoti knew Eamoc's favorite snack may or may not have something to do with Maia asking Sabina what it was as a "personal favor" ;)

Given how different Aloth and Iselmyr are and Eamoc's distaste for the former, you'd be forgiven for thinking Eamoc might get along better with the latter. You would be mistaken. While usually Eamoc is content to simply huff and side-eye Aloth, Iselmyr's more... confrontational nature has come very close to an all out brawl between the two, much to Aloth's terror.

Being from Eir Glanfath, Eamoc felt especially comfortable around Serafen, whose presence reminded him of home. For Serafen's part, he figured he could do worse than have a great horned beast as a friend, especially when that beast was willing to help him reach new heights, as it were.

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zafulz · 4 months

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New husband just dropped. I love you so much Serafen

After 300 hrs of Baldurs Gate 3, wanted to look for other BEAUTIFUL CRPGs and found myself 50+ hours into Pillars of Eternity II. Again, confirming that voice ACTING is the real GOAT in these games.

#serafen #pillars of eternity #pillars of eternity deadfire #poe2 #crpg #my art #bg3

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alding-art · 9 months

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Every few years I pick up Pillars of Eternity 2 again. It's still one of my favourite games of all time due to its detailed and mature approach to worldbuilding and multi-faction intrigue.

Here's something silly I drew in 2019 and never posted for some reason!

#aloth #aloth corfiser #eder #serafen #pillars of eternity 2 #pillars of eternity #poe2 #my art

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starlightcleric · 4 months

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I hadn't run with Serafen as a core part of my party before, so I'm running with him in this game of Cal's, and after I have him pick a lock he will say, "Easy, breezy, wet, and sleazy," and I'm like, "my dude, do you have to?" :P

#pillars of eternity #deadfire #serafen

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riftimp · 10 months

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주시자 만화

This watcher

#pillars of eternity #pillars of eternity deadfire #nemnok #aloth corfiser #eder teylecg #xoti #serafen #fan art #my watcher

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ampleappleamble · 11 months

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[Orlan] Wet fur isn't very fun.

(super wish i could find a version of the comic i lifted this from that's not a screenshot i had to take from my search engine's image search function because the only result i got was on fucking pinterest sorry japanese 4koma artist)

#pillars of eternity #watcher axa #hiravias #serafen #vela #orlans #me: hey people are drawing their watchers as mermaids for mermay maybe i should do that #also me: lmao remember にゃんぎょ #merlans isn't as good a pun as にゃんぎょbut i worked with what i had #anyway did you spot the Extra Special Guest Star in panel two????

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morewyckedthanyou · 2 months

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My Watcher, sweating nervously: Oh no, I want him.

Bonus:

Serafen might be joking here but he's more right than he realizes.

#pillars of eternity #pillars of eternity 2 #deadfire #tekēhu #serafen #my screenshots #wycked plays poe #also let's not forget that i recruited rekke before tekēhu and i guess his reaction to tekēhu being recruited was along the lines of #''oh no he's hot'' as well #i guess? i think i saw a post sometime somewhere that said that's kinda the rough translation to what he says #so...#yeah my watcher feels you rekke #both enamoured by this big handsome fish

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modwyr · 5 months

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thinking about serafen disapproving of recruiting vatnir on a very extreme definition of slavery - that making vatnir join you when he doesn’t want to is akin to slavery, whereas my watcher (and I) saw this as making him take responsibility for his mess. and on one level sure it could be just so there’s a voice against recruiting him from a writing perspective, but also I think a guy who’s having his worldview and loyalties questioned (particularly in relation to his values) it makes sense that he starts doubling down and acting on even more extreme versions of these values to try to hold onto something that feels concrete

#pillars of eternity #serafen #just musing on this this morning #like I think making vatnir do it when he really doesn’t want to is kind of a dock move #it I wouldn’t say it’s like slavery #esp with vatnirs involvement in creating the problem that needs solving

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dschubba-art · 2 years

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Watcher Linnéa can attest to the fact that, actually, it can be very advantageous in battle to have a gun-toting orlan draped over your shoulder.

#Pillars of Eternity #poe deadfire #serafen #oc: Linnéa Drummond

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laiskanpulskeart · 1 year

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I've been taking a short break from Pathfinder because I made too many characters and got overwhelmed so I'm now repeating that mistake with Pillars of Eternity: Deadfire because of course I am.

This is Reverend Killjoy, a death godlike priest of Woedica who takes "fun" out of "fun" but still tried to hit on Serafen because I love the furry Dollar Store Karl Urban and couldn't stay in character.

#pillars of eternity #pillars of eternity deadfire #death godlike #watcher of caed nua #pillars of eternity fan art #serafen #deadfire #deadfire fan art

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waterdeeping · 2 years

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no i do not take criticism

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mightymizora · 8 months

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The Berath's Wheel

1776 words, The Watcher/Serafen, Pillars of Eternity Deadfire

The Watcher is aptly named; he can feel her eyes on him many a time as they sail. She’s a Cipher like he, so she could probe further if she wanted, but she is content to watch. He’s used to being an object of desire, willing or unwilling, so that’s familiar enough to him, but there is something else under her gaze that he can’t quite catch tail of for many a month.

Some days he likes to test how far she will go with it, rolling up his sleeves to help pull the ropes, climbing the mast to see if her gaze will follow him up. Always she is unpredictable in her actions, some days her pretty mouth agape as her eyes are fixed on the fur of his chest, other days with a nose in a book away from the world. On those days he could be a monster from the depths cleaving the hull in twain and he wouldn’t shake her fair nose from a ratty tome, her tiny frame dwarfed by books meant for hands twice her size.

They speak sometimes on that, the strangeness of existing in a land built for towering Aumaua, the chairs to their chests and the steps taking their stride. She tells him that when she sat in her seat as the lady of Caed Nua her feet would not touch the floor, so she held them as still as she could to try to keep a countenance. That one time she was so mindful of keeping herself still she stopped listening to the farm hand’s petitions, accidentally granting him three gold pieces for new goats leading to the keep being overrun with livestock. He had laughed so hard tears came to his eyes at that, and doubly hard when he realised she blushed with embarrassment at it.

Still, she were no prig, not in the moments that mattered. Her kindness doesn’t stop her from finding joy where she knew it could be teased out gentle, and she always knows exactly how to needle ‘em in a way that kept all on the side of her good graces. A rare talent. A rare mind, that was certain, a rare mind that always keeps engaged, thoughtful, precise and sharp.

The Watcher is aptly named, and that’s all he thought she were for until one night, returning to the ship from a dip in the bathhouse, she comes to him for more.

There’s a hint of mead on her breath the first time she accosts him, not too much as to be a problem mind, but enough to stir the kind of courage she’d shown in battle when she reaches across the bow into another’s mind, or summons great spirits with the bellow of her voice. She is as steady in her resolve as she ever is, any nerves undetectable to the untrained eye though, be it fortunate or no, he’s no untrained eye. Her fur is slightly on end, mayhaps on account of the wind coming in from the south-east, but it is a warm one tonight and he’s seen her weathering worse. She softly chews at the innermost part of her lip when she stops speaking, something he’s only seen her do when speaking to the high and mighty, and part of him is sad that he sees it on her now. She says that she is fine with a roll, not a ring, and as he delves into her mind to check her on it she lets him do so freely, so at least she believes it to be true.

She tells him to meet her in her cabin and when she finally joins him (late enough for him to almost have fallen asleep in the softness of her imported sheets, he’s not as young as once he was) she stands in the doorway with her hands still behind her back, as if her touch on the wood is keeping her safe from him. She is out of armour, granted, but trussed up like sack of rice in a dress that comes up to her chin. He asks her if she’s changed her mind, jokingly says he’s comfortable in the bed but will sleep on the floor if pressed, but she stops him with a raised hand. It’s fine to stay, she tells him, but she needs a moment, she needs…

He muses out loud whether she’s had any sort of experience and she’s quick to say she does, but once the words leave her mouth there she is worrying her lip again. Her mind is blocked to him now, and he tells her that these things are never so fun if that’s the case, even if he promises not to pry deep she needs to be open of mind. Her shoulders slump slightly as she fidgets around the words, eventually settling on a few over broken sentences. The sum of it being that she has in this life and others, in this life not a lot but some, and she consented but the act of it didn’t feel the way she wanted them to. They were diplomatic gestures, she says, a funny old choice of words that bring a snarl to the corner of his mouth that she’s quick to subdue. Willing, not without choice, she corrects, but still without a freedom of mind that she wants to give now. A freedom of mind she has guarded quite fiercely.

Willing, but not free. It’s a phrase that gnaws at him a little after, but in that moment he’s not got enough blood in his head to think much on it. Once he’s sure she wants him here, once he’s on his feet and by the door and he’s tugged that godsforsaken dress down from her shoulders and nipped at her neck, once her mind opens with her body he lets himself be there, and fuck her mind is a beautiful landscape, on par with her body. He’s fucked other Ciphers before, other Orlan Ciphers before even, but the added senses she brings are cacophonous the first time, a crash of senses and memories and fragments that are beyond anything he’s experienced. She’s a natural like he, not learned, and it makes the mind stretch and bend in ways that far outstrip what a kith body can stretch to.

When he makes her come the first time, he knows it’s her first time as energy bursts from her with such force that it nigh on burns his brain out. She’s mortified of course, shrinks inside of herself on the inside and out, and it takes some coaxing to get her to relax again. He wonders then if she’s younger than she looks, but she quashes that curiosity immediately. No time to herself in years, no reason to seek it out, no real need to experiment if it weren’t to help others. He feels sorry for all of those who missed out on the beauty of it, and vowed to make it happen at least once again. Should she be willing, of course.

She was willing, and it didn’t much surprise him. There was a boldness taking over her that burned through her, something new that came from being on the sea. That or the walking God, such things do tend to make folk funny. She came to him again, and again. She came to him one morning as the ship docked at Port Maje and again in the evening, and he scarce wanted to admit that he could barely keep up with her, using his mouth where other parts of him were failing.

The Watcher’s eyes become keener, seeking, looking for something in him that ain’t there. Her memories open up to him as her legs do, and he sees parts of her that she tells him nobody knows. He watches her then, steady and poised as always, the pretty plaything of rich folk in Old Vailia, their crumbling, dull palaces an ill-fit for her dazzling light. She looks to him too, still trying, and he gives her some things, granted, but there is more that’s not for her.

He thinks she understands. That they have an understanding. Until they don’t.

The head of Master Kua does it in, does them in. He looked like them, this slaver, this beast of a man, they both knew it. He looked like them and he done things that bring them both shame, and in her pain she reaches for him and in his he pulls away. He can’t be what she wants. He doesn’t want to be what she wants. What good does that kind of feeling do? He can’t understand it. Where does it lead? A marriage, kids and a house and a sinking into the mud? He only loves the sea. The sea, even over himself, and she needs more, and there’s no shame in that.

They part ways, when the Wheel cracks. He takes her ships, her fleet. She doesn’t want it. She takes Vela, and that breaks his heart, but it’s right. He thinks she’ll take Aloth too. He’s seen the way that long stick of a man looks at her, but she doesn’t. He goes his way. She hers. And that’s that. He never thinks he will see her again. Time rolls on, as it does. He doesn’t think he will see her again, until one day, he does.

Many years. Many lives lived. She still looks young, least to him, standing on the dock at Neketaka. Still trussed up in ribbons and ruffs, still stood with her hands clasped. She is the Lady of Caed Nua again, come to be envoy to Neketaka. Or she was. Now she has given over her lands, she tells him, to Vela, who is to be married. She is a fine girl, she tells him, and misses him greatly.

She comes aboard the ship again, and that is where he sees she is changed. Something sinks in her, not down, but mayhaps settles, spreads. She tells him she is older now. Things are different, now. She wants things different. She wants freedom. She wants companionship. She wants a friend, and she’s had no better friend than him all her life. That she misses him, misses all he was before. Can he believe her?

She opens up her mind again, and all he sees is the sea and time passing, so much time. He sees her stretch and part, mourn and laugh. He sees the sight of him in all of it, and it bleeds into the waves.

He holds her hand. Feels right to. Feels right.

#pillars of eternity #poe #serafen #serafen x the watcher #sort of

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zafulz · 4 months

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