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So if you’re interested in getting this sassy gold foil Rakshasa or another DnD Monster print, check them out on my shop!
Hey guys! Deactivating my shops on Tuesday so if you want to get prints, now is your chance! Last con I sold out of three of these DnD prints over the course of the weeked!
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Ever since hearing this song and seeing people make animatics for it, I’ve had my own ideas floating around rent free in my head for months.
With Halloween around the corner, I finally decided to sit down and do it, and showcase some of my spooky bois for spooky month. I have alot of non-human & half-human OCs (95% of my characters are dudes, lmao) and for anyone who knows me, y’all know I love me some pointy teef and glowy eyes.
[Commissioned by @abominationimperatrix. It seems to me that India’s pishacha shares a lot of similarities with the ghoul. It’s well known that the preta, another corpse eater with origins in India, traveled north into China and then from there into Thailand, Japan and other east Asian countries under various guises (gaki, jikininki). I wonder if the pishacha went west? Or if there was some Indo-European legendary corpse eating monster whose various folkloric descendants include some or all of these.]
Rakshasa, Pishacha CR 7 LE Outsider (native) This creature is humanoid, about a head shorter than a man. It has leathery gray skin, tusks in its mouth and oversized claws. Its hair is bushy and matted, and smells faintly of rot.
All rakshasas are wicked, but the pishachas may be the most depraved. They delight in violating taboos, particularly dietary taboos and those surrounding ritual cleanliness. They use their spells and shapeshifting to get others to break these taboos as well, usually through deception, and then revel in the feelings of disgust and shame that this provokes. Many pishachas spend their time among the dead, desecrating burial grounds and eating corpses. Although they have no power over the undead, they are frequently on good terms with local ghouls.
A pishacha usually fights with their teeth and claws, the better to feel the agony of their victims. They use their spells primarily as a way to soften up or distract opponents—few pishachas care much for offensive magic. Their bite carries a nasty weakening disease, and many pishachas go out of their way to bite as many victims as possible. Their signature ability involves creating hallucinations of disgusting and depraved acts in a single target, assaulting their senses with the things that disgust them most. Pishachas are typical bullies, in that they prefer to fight enemies of inferior ability, and often flee if someone can challenge them as an equal.
Although pishachas relish breaking taboos and laws, they are as lawful as any other rakshasa. Rather, they obey only their own hierarchy and respect their own leaders. Pishachas study the customs of the places they inhabit, the better to find ways to pervert them, and may act as legal counsel to more powerful rakshasas looking for loopholes for their own ends. They may also act as foot soldiers in rakshasa armies.
A pishacha stands around five feet tall in their natural form. They often wear jewelry made with bones and animal corpses.
Pischacha CR 7 XP 3,200 LE Medium outsider (native, rakshasa) Init+7;Sensesdarkvision 60 ft., Perception +13 Defense AC19, touch 13, flat-footed 16 (+3 Dex, +6 natural) hp84 (8d10+40) Fort+7,Ref+9,Will+8; +4 vs. disease, poison, sickened and nauseated effects DR10/good and piercing; SR22 Defensive Abilities vile resistance Offense Speed30 ft. Melee2 claws +12 (1d6+4), bite +12 (1d8+4 plus disease) Special Attacks detect thoughts (DC 16), revolting visions SpellsCL 4th, concentration +6 (+10 casting defensively) 2nd(4/day)—invisibility 1st(7/day)—charm person (DC 13), mage armor, ray of enfeeblement (DC 13) 0th—acid splash, bleed (DC 12), detect magic, ghost sound (DC 12), read magic, touch of fatigue (DC 12) Statistics Str18,Dex16,Con21,Int13,Wis14,Cha15 Base Atk +8;CMB+12;CMD25 FeatsCombat Casting,Deceitful, Improved Initiative, Power Attack SkillsBluff +15, Diplomacy +10, Disguise +15, Intimidate +13, Knowledge (local) +8, Knowledge (religion) +8, Perception +13, Stealth +14 LanguagesCommon, Infernal, Undercommon SQchange shape (any humanoid, alter self) Ecology Environmentany land and underground Organizationsolitary, pair, gang (3-8) or army (9-24) Treasurestandard Special Abilities Disease (Ex) Devil chills; bite—injury;saveFort DC 19; onset1d4 days; frequency1/day;effect1d4 Str damage; cure3 consecutive saves. The save DC is Constitution based. Revolting Visions (Su) As a swift action, a pishacha can cause a creature within 60 feet to be barraged by illusions of what disgusts it the most. The creature affected must succeed a DC 16 Will save or be nauseated for 1d4+1 rounds; if it succeeds, it is sickened for the duration instead. A creature that has had its thoughts read by that pishacha in the last 24 hours suffers a -2 penalty to this saving throw. A pishacha can use this ability a number of times per day equal to 3 plus its Charisma modifier. This is a mind-influencing phantasm effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. SpellsA pishacha casts spells as a 4th level sorcerer. It does not gain any other abilities of the sorcerer class, such as bloodline spells, unless it takes levels in sorcerer. Vile Resistance (Ex) A pishacha gains a +4 racial bonus on all saving throws made against disease, poison, or spells and abilities that create the sickened or nauseated conditions.
It was a few days after you had let Davash read your palm for the second time. Unfortunately, the last time you’ve visited him, you ran out of time for picking up coffee. That was why you were invited once more from him to go to a cafe nearby his place. You were very much hoping this was a date.
The hot weather was finally cooling down and you sighed blissfully at the faint wind that breathed at you. The sky was littered in heavy, clear white clouds and the sign on Davash’s shop seemed to be illuminated by the sun.
Opening the door to the shop, the charms jingled above your head and echoed through the empty room.
“Davash?” you called out.
There was a pause before there was an answer, “I’m upstairs.”
You walked through the shop and found the stairs. As you were about to climb up with reluctance, Davash suddenly appeared and jumped down right in front of you. Your eyes widened when his lean, muscular, and bare chest came right in front of your face. His shirt was nowhere in sight and the muscles on his upper body rippled as he moved.
Speechless, you swiftly averted your eyes once you realized you were staring at him.
“Sorry,” he said embarrassedly. “I was changing into something more suitable for our date—”
“It’s a date?”
“I, um… I was hoping it was,” he said rather timidly, scratching his neck nervously.
Smiling giddily, you chuckled. “I was also hoping it was.”
He sighed in content. “Great! Let’s—oh wait. I have to go get a shirt.”
You laughed good-naturedly and Davash’s flustered state became worse than before.
He flashed you a bashful look before hurrying up the stairs, skipping two or three at a time and occasionally stumbling over the edges. When he came back, he was wearing jeans and white shirt with a few buttons on the top unbuttoned.
Before you could say anything, he once more dashed towards somewhere off, presuming the kitchen. You contained a smile from breaking out when his foot almost caught on a floor board and almost tripped and clumsily halted in front of you.
He cleared his throat. “I don’t have the best first-appearance, do I?”
“I thought it was cute,” you said.
He coughed, surprised and cleared his throat again. “Shall we get going?”
“Of course.” You took his hand into yours and you smiled brightly up at him. “Let’s go.”
———
Upon arriving the cafe, you settled on a seat near the window and basked in the sunlight. Davash especially seemed to enjoy the sun because a purr escaped from his chest like a cat rolling on a warm cushion.
A waiter immediately appeared and took out a notepad and a pen. “The usual, sir?”
“Yes please.” Davash turned to you expectantly. “How about you?”
“Uh…” Your finger traced on the menu before ordering a coffee and a pastry.
As you two patiently waited for your orders to come, Davash pulled something out of his jean pocket. It was a deck of cards, but not the conventional ones with hearts and spades, but the one with beautiful illustration used for card readings. His soft paws started to shuffle the cards.
“I’ve brought this for fun,” he said.
“What are you going to do with it?” you asked. Tilting your head to the side, you watched him glide the cards through his paws, mesmerised.
“A magic trick.”
“You’re a fortune teller and a magician?”
“I’m very aware of my talents.” His teeth flashed to you cheekily and you grinned back.
“I’m very honoured to be in your presence, Davash,” you said playfully.
A deep resonant purr erupted from his chest and he laid the cards on the table into a fan. “Please pick a card of your interest.”
You leaned on the table and your hand hovered over the cards before tugging one on the second card from the right. Glancing at the illustration, it said, The Sun, with a drawing of a bright sun shining on a sunflower field. “This one.”
Davash remained impassive, yet from the small twitch of his ears, you knew that he was excited. Cards flying, he shuffled it gracefully and once more spread it into a fan. One card in the middle stuck out and he gently nudged it to you.
“Pick the middle one.”
You slowly pulled it from the others and turned it around.
“Is that your card?”
Your eyes widened. It was your card.
“I’m impressed,” you remarked, looking at him over the card.
“Thank you,” he purred pleasantly. He took the card from you and inspected it. Hummed thoughtfully, he cleaned the deck away just as the waiter came back with your orders.
Thanking the waiter, you took the coffee mug and brought it to your lips, sipping the black, bitter liquid. “This is a really nice coffee,” you said.
“Great. This is my favourite cafe.”
Drinking the coffee, you commented, “I should come here more often.”
“So there’s a higher chance of meeting me?”
Looking up, you tilted your head at the amusement swirling in his eyes. “Perhaps. It doesn’t hurt meeting you more often as well. But mostly for the coffee.” You took a bite from your pastry and smiled. “And for the food.”
“Can’t blame you for that.”
Your eyes trailed off to his pie and watched him silently cut it, revealing a vibrant colour red cranberry jam.
“You have a thing for cranberries.”
He beamed. “My parents had a garden full of cranberries and I used to eat it all the time.”
“That’s really nice.”
Noticing his chin covered in pie crumbs and cranberry jam, you leaned towards him. “You got something on your chin.”
“Where?” Davash tried to wipe it off by licking it with his rough tongue but failed miserably.
Laughing, your fingertips hovered over the fur. “May I?”
Davash nodded shyly.
Bringing a napkin to his chin, you wiped off the red stain and crumbs away tenderly. Your knuckles occasionally caressed his cheeks and you bit the inside of your cheeks from smiling at the softness of his fur.
“There.”
“Thank you.”
You finished your pastry and coffee as soon as Davash finished his own. As you were about to take the receipt, the rakshasa softly nudged your hand away and took the piece of paper instead.
“But—”
“I invited you here,” he said, smiling. “This is the least I could do for you.”
You were about to protest again but thought better of it when you saw the look on his face.
Sighing in defeat, you playfully glared at him. “All right.”
Soon after he paid for the drinks and food, you both were outside in the sunlight and Davash purred again in delight.
“I love summer days,” he said, stretching his arms over the head. “Although I also love the nights.”
“Why is that?”
“I love stargazing in the summer night. I used to do it a lot when I was a child back at home in the countryside.”
You hummed thoughtfully, lips pursing. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yes?” He looked at you, hovering over you as always.
“The card you used for your magic trick,” you started, “it was a reading card, right?”
“Yes. Oh.” A pleased look passed over his face. “You want to know the meaning behind it.”
You blushed. “Can you blame me for that?”
“Not at all.” He pulled out the said card from his shirt pocket. “This card is called The Sun. It represents joy and fortune, and the universe coming together to aid your path. But in a love reading, it represents that the joy in your love life is in its horizon.”
“Well, there is no denying that,” you said. Looking up, you stood on your tip toes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I am very happy being with you.”
Davash’s ears stiffened before fluttering down. “Me too.”
He leaned down towards you and licked your cheek in return. His rough tongue sent a pleasant sensation and a small shiver went down your body.
Hot summer days were something you absolutely loved… and hated. The pleasant beams of sunlight and the swaying lush green leaves of the tree—something always you looked forward to in the morning when you wake up and open the curtains. Then there was the scorching type of summer; the type that burned your skin and the unbelievably hot air that causes sweat to glimmer against your forehead. It was all a balanced, love and hate harmony throughout the year but right now, you absolutely loathe it with the temperature seeming to rise hotter and hotter.
What you needed right now was a shelter—a place that was surrounded in cold air and cool you down in the shadows. In an instant, you took a turn, you were met by a sign written in jazzy, fancy font that said, “DAVASH’S FORTUNE TELLING.”
Tilting your head, you eyed inside the shop and sighed dreamily as you saw the place covered in comfortable-looking purple-based colours of rugs and cushions that seemed to drop the temperature within the space. You also see unfamiliar charms and other fortune telling-y things decorated inside that sparked your interest.
In the flurry of your staring, you didn’t see a tall, big figure inside that perked up as if feeling your gaze. They knocked on the window softly and brought your attention to the person—a rakshasa. He, you think, opened the window of the shop and gestured you towards him. Flushed, you didn’t have the courage to say anything else and hesitantly walked over to him.
He was a tall raksha with beautiful tiger fur of flaring orange and jet-black stripes that were engraved on his body. He wore a baggy T-shirt and green pants that fit him perfectly on his body. You also noticed two golden loops pierced on his right ear. When you halted just in front of him, he flashed you a smile, or something similar, with the edges of his mouth creasing and the eyes twinkling like two shining jewels.
“Hey,” he greeted, his rumbling, almost purr-like voice almost caught you off guard. “I see you are quite uncomfortable out there in the sun.” He gestured to the said bright ball of light above, and you smiled bashfully.
You fidgeted with the creases of your clothes. “Quite frankly,” you admitted, nodding.
“How about you come inside, then? It’s very cool here—perhaps you can cool down here for a bit.” He added quickly, “Of course if you would like to.”
Lips pursed, you were silent for a moment and looked through the window to gaze blankly at the exotic patterns of the rugs. Then you faced him, rolled your lip, and smiled. “I would love to.”
His sharp teeth flashed against the sun and you couldn’t help but find it rather cute that he quickly looked away from you once he realized that he was staring at you, unblinking. Pushing open the door, you entered the shop, a relieved smile gracing your face once the cool air started to envelope you in cocoon in a cooling bliss, instantly melting any trace of heat from you.
“This place… it’s very lovely,” you said, looking around, intrigued.
“Thank you.” Then he suddenly widened his eyes. “Gods, sorry for not telling you my name. I’m Davash.” He extended his big, fluffy paw towards you and you took it without hesitation.
“Nice to meet you, Davash.” Telling him your name, you slightly tilted your head to the side at the rough yet soft feeling of his paw.
“First time meeting a rakshasa, I presume?”
Cheeks flushing, you immediately looked away in embarrassment and retracted your hands from his gentle grip. Clearing your throat, you replied, “I hope you haven’t found me rude just in the past five minutes of meeting you.”
Davash purred in amusement and shook his head, the orange ears adorably fluttering at the action. “No, of course not.”
“So, you’re a fortune teller?”
“What gives?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “The sign is pretty flashy, don’t you agree?” At his burst of amused laughter, you grinned. “I’ve never actually talked to a fortune teller before, getting a reading nevertheless,” you said, looking at the glittering charms of gold and silver curiously.
“Not many do,” Davash remarked thoughtfully. Then his eyes shone with slight mischief. “Would you perhaps one?”
Being off guard, you blinked a few times in shock, trying to register a logically easy offer in your head. “Me?” You pointed at yourself unintelligently.
He chuckled. “Yes. Free of charge, on the house.”
“Oh you possibly can’t—”
He cut you off, “I insist.”
Narrowing your eyes, you watched him questioningly. “What’s the catch?”
Davash leaned towards you playfully and slit his eyes as well. “How about a small favour from me?”
Swallowing nervously, you managed a smile. “What kind of favour?”
“If I tell you now, it won’t be a surprise nor would it be fun, would it?” He winked. “But know this: you can trust me.”
You bit your lips, the corner of it quirking upwards. “Then I would love a reading.”
He rushed you to the main room, entering through a door with elaborate carvings, and he guided you to sit on the floor filled with cushions, seeming incredibly cozy and comfortable. When you looked around, you noticed that Davash vanished behind the door and you heard the unmistakable sound of excited footsteps climbing up the stairs. You were fixing invisible wrinkles on your shirt when the rakshasa returned with two glasses of cold beverage, the colour of ruby red that reflected on the table through the sunlight.
“Here. Thought you would like it.”
“Thanks.” You took it gratefully and examined it curiously. “What exactly is it?”
“Cranberry juice,” he answered, drinking a big swig of it. “My mother’s recipe. Don’t worry, there’s no blood in it.” He winked.
Raising a brow, you took a sip from the cold beverage and heaved a happy sigh. “This is very good.”
“I’ll tell that to my mom,” he said, watching you take another sip from the glass. Setting the cup down, you looked up at Davash who still towered over you.
“You’re still sceptical of me, aren’t you?” He raised a brow, giving you a fake offended look.
Cheeks heating up, you smiled sheepishly. “Can you blame me?”
Davash shook his head. “It’s completely understandable.” He then extended his paw to you, gesturing for your palm.
Complying, you placed your hand on him, the back of it comfortably nesting on his rough pad. His claws started to gently skim over your wrinkles and flesh of your palm, and you shivered involuntarily from his touch.
“I can see that you’re a strong individual,” he murmured. His eyes were half-lidded and his voice slurred slightly, the sound drooping lazily around your ears. Then he traced the middle of your palm, where you felt a slight itch on the skin. Biting the inside of your cheek, you prevented yourself from scratching the spot in front of him. “Do you feel an itch here?”
Your eyes widened at the question. “Um… yes.”
He looked up, giving you an unreadable look. “For how long? Did it happen before?”
“No, it just happened now.”
He nodded thoughtfully, his ears twitching occasionally as he did and you had a strong urge to scratch the space between them. Your heart almost stopped from shock when he suddenly shook his head vigorously and switched his attention to you. “The fate line tells me that you’ll face a great change in your life very soon.”
“What kind of change?”
“I can’t really tell.” His lips pursed. “But I think that it’s a change in your… love life.”
There was a small pause where you just sat there completely stunned. “My love life…”
“Had difficulty in the past?” he asked, looking at you intently.
“Not really,” you said, propping your unoccupied arm in front of you and rested your chin on it. “I didn’t think there would be anything about my love life.”
“Well there’s a lot more I could tell you, but let’s call it a day.”
Brows furrowing, you tilted your head to the side, perplexed. “You’re not going to finish this?”
“Because that’s the catch,” he said, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “The catch is you would visit me here again to finish your reading and perhaps get a coffee with me after that.”
“Oh.” Lips parting, you stared at Davash blankly while your mind was buzzing with millions of snaps of scenarios.
“Of… Of course if you wouldn’t mind that,” he added swiftly, his voice pitching higher in alarm. Then he groaned and ran his hand over his face and mumbled, “I should’ve known.”
“Wait!” Clearing your throat, you smiled at the astonished look on his face. “I would love that. I like that catch.”
He perked up. “Really?”
You nodded.
“Gods, thank you!”
Chuckling, you took another sip from the red cold drink. “You’re awfully nice to me; I have to repay you someday.”
“You don’t have to,” he said, smiling. “You already have.”
I really loved writing this—I hope you enjoyed reading it as well.
