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Was feeling so inspired by my DnD character that I wanted to turn her into my favorite tarot card. This is Velvari, she is a Tiefling Wizard who focuses on evocation! The little golden weasel at the bottom is representative of her familiar Lief.

Here's the backstory I wrote for the campaign. When writing this, I was going to be in the necromancy arcane school, but changing that doesn't change the story.

The dream I wake from at the end is also a prompt from my DM in order to bring our group together. All of us had the same dream of fighting a dragon together and dying, after we all have that dream we set off to find each other.

"Velvari had quite the arrival into this world. Spewn forth from lava pits in the far north west's volcanic lands. She fought her way out of the nine hells themselves with only her horns and tail, defeating the great and feared Asmodeus on her way up. …or at least that’s what she tells everyone to keep up her air of spectacle. It’s more likely that she was an abandoned bastard of some kind, left for dead in the harsh lands she hailed from. Lucky for her the Witchlight Carnival had just arrived into town and had begun to set up. Velvari was found by a carnival hand. After the hand brought Velvari to Mr.Witch and Mr.Light, there was much deliberation on what to do with the child. What was one more misfit walking around? Especially one that could make money. Not too many Teifling who run off to join the circus when they are normally are already connected in the best criminal rings. Velvari was raised by the village, in her younger years. Mostly watched after by ladies in charge of costumes, they were the most kindness she had known, but as soon as she was old enough she was performing and earning her keep like the rest. Being around all those people has its perks but none were family and none tried to act like it. Velvari found herself lonely very often, something not even her big personality could fill. She took very quickly to magic and was fascinated by it. Knowing this was how she would get attention. The first spell she mastered was Find Familiar, summoning a spirit to inhabit the bodies of small animals. She only managed to call on one spirit over and over again and eventually they became good friends. She called him Leif. You could most often find him in the form of a weasel and together they performed using a combination of Thaumaturgy and the Find Familiar to capture the audience in different fables and legends involving animals, beasts, dragons, and great adventurers from all over the realms. Velvari worked her way up the ladder to be a pretty important performer and MC at the Witchlight Carnival. When Velvari isn’t working you can probably find her looking around locally wherever Carnival was parked that week, for new spells to master, or stories to tell in her acts. If you look closely you may see her and Lief carefully stealing an extra coin or two out of the particular fancy looking folks pockets. She has been at the carnival nearly all 28 years of her life. This means over all she holds no ill will towards anyone. Growing up in the carnival she saw all kinds of races, shapes and uniqueness. She’s quite fascinated anytime she sees a new kind of person and is extra intrigued by things others may brush aside as weird or disgusting. For example, the first time she accidentally cast Find Familiar, crying, and wishing she had friends. Leif appeared in the form of a weasel, one that had been dead for quite a while. Skeleton exposed, hair dirty, and a none too desired smell. She was thrilled and hugged and loved the undead weasel all the same. Her magic is much more refined now and can call upon her spirits form however she pleases. She wonders what else the world has to offer? Certainly she could see more of the world than the places the carnival travelled. Some fear circles in her head. She knows that Tieflings are not accepted outside the carnival like she has been. She is only treated so well by regular folk here because they paid to see the strange and unusual. But still, the yearning to truly feel accepted and have real friends to go on adventures with, like the ones she told to the crowds, that is what she truly wanted. All these thoughts swam around in her head. It had been a long day with big crowds and sleep slowly creeped in and delivered her to rest. *Insert Dream* Velvari shot out of bed, touching the flesh that was in fact still, attached to her body. Thankfully. The dream had shaken the normally visibly happy horned Tiefling. “Who were they? And why was I fighting with them?” More questions than answers were present in her head as she stood in the cold night air at the edge of the carnival's encampment. Once you leave, you can't come back. Her dream tugged at her though, an invisible force pulling her. She was set ablaze with wonder and fulfilment as maybe this meant her life was going to change. With her spell book, staff, backpack, and a freshly summoned Lief, she took her first real step out of the carnival, following the gnaw of adventure and the pull of the mysterious dream"

Description
Was feeling so inspired by my DnD character that I wanted to turn her into my favorite tarot card. This is Velvari, she is a Tiefling Wizard who focuses on evocation! The little golden weasel at the bottom is representative of her familiar Lief.

Here's the backstory I wrote for the campaign. When writing this, I was going to be in the necromancy arcane school, but changing that doesn't change the story.

The dream I wake from at the end is also a prompt from my DM in order to bring our group together. All of us had the same dream of fighting a dragon together and dying, after we all have that dream we set off to find each other.

"Velvari had quite the arrival into this world. Spewn forth from lava pits in the far north west's volcanic lands. She fought her way out of the nine hells themselves with only her horns and tail, defeating the great and feared Asmodeus on her way up. …or at least that’s what she tells everyone to keep up her air of spectacle. It’s more likely that she was an abandoned bastard of some kind, left for dead in the harsh lands she hailed from. Lucky for her the Witchlight Carnival had just arrived into town and had begun to set up. Velvari was found by a carnival hand. After the hand brought Velvari to Mr.Witch and Mr.Light, there was much deliberation on what to do with the child. What was one more misfit walking around? Especially one that could make money. Not too many Teifling who run off to join the circus when they are normally are already connected in the best criminal rings. Velvari was raised by the village, in her younger years. Mostly watched after by ladies in charge of costumes, they were the most kindness she had known, but as soon as she was old enough she was performing and earning her keep like the rest. Being around all those people has its perks but none were family and none tried to act like it. Velvari found herself lonely very often, something not even her big personality could fill. She took very quickly to magic and was fascinated by it. Knowing this was how she would get attention. The first spell she mastered was Find Familiar, summoning a spirit to inhabit the bodies of small animals. She only managed to call on one spirit over and over again and eventually they became good friends. She called him Leif. You could most often find him in the form of a weasel and together they performed using a combination of Thaumaturgy and the Find Familiar to capture the audience in different fables and legends involving animals, beasts, dragons, and great adventurers from all over the realms. Velvari worked her way up the ladder to be a pretty important performer and MC at the Witchlight Carnival. When Velvari isn’t working you can probably find her looking around locally wherever Carnival was parked that week, for new spells to master, or stories to tell in her acts. If you look closely you may see her and Lief carefully stealing an extra coin or two out of the particular fancy looking folks pockets. She has been at the carnival nearly all 28 years of her life. This means over all she holds no ill will towards anyone. Growing up in the carnival she saw all kinds of races, shapes and uniqueness. She’s quite fascinated anytime she sees a new kind of person and is extra intrigued by things others may brush aside as weird or disgusting. For example, the first time she accidentally cast Find Familiar, crying, and wishing she had friends. Leif appeared in the form of a weasel, one that had been dead for quite a while. Skeleton exposed, hair dirty, and a none too desired smell. She was thrilled and hugged and loved the undead weasel all the same. Her magic is much more refined now and can call upon her spirits form however she pleases. She wonders what else the world has to offer? Certainly she could see more of the world than the places the carnival travelled. Some fear circles in her head. She knows that Tieflings are not accepted outside the carnival like she has been. She is only treated so well by regular folk here because they paid to see the strange and unusual. But still, the yearning to truly feel accepted and have real friends to go on adventures with, like the ones she told to the crowds, that is what she truly wanted. All these thoughts swam around in her head. It had been a long day with big crowds and sleep slowly creeped in and delivered her to rest. *Insert Dream* Velvari shot out of bed, touching the flesh that was in fact still, attached to her body. Thankfully. The dream had shaken the normally visibly happy horned Tiefling. “Who were they? And why was I fighting with them?” More questions than answers were present in her head as she stood in the cold night air at the edge of the carnival's encampment. Once you leave, you can't come back. Her dream tugged at her though, an invisible force pulling her. She was set ablaze with wonder and fulfilment as maybe this meant her life was going to change. With her spell book, staff, backpack, and a freshly summoned Lief, she took her first real step out of the carnival, following the gnaw of adventure and the pull of the mysterious dream"