#blademaster

[theblindarcher]

Armor that carries on the King of the Skies' legacy. Half-body of a Rathalos armor Monster Hunter. Made as a charity goal for #GFG2025!

[yiga-ligan]

Hey fellow Yigas!

I'm trying yo track fown a piece of fanart I really like but haven't seen in forever!

I think maybe it was deleted? So if anyone has it I would looove to see it again!

It's a super cute picture of the yiga clan, Sooga, kohga and a bunch of footsoldiers and blademasters on the beach. I think Link was there playing in the water and Kohga was in a beach chair with a silly open shirt.

I belive it was a chinese artist on twitter wjo made it, if anyone has it pleaase let me know! Ok lysm!! Thanks ^_^

[odddaze]

Slapped some color on old stuff that I still kinda liked~ Shame I never finished this one though.

[eldritchouse]

There better not be any Blademaster around….

Suzu with a suspiciously Blademaster shaped bag: You don’t say…

[okaydrawboy]

Orc Blademaster !

[yon-tsu-de-ichi-tsu]

[maldrea-shoots-stuff]

Hi! I love your blog and your photography has been incredibly useful over the years (and some of your scenery shots are gorgeous). I was wondering if you have any good photos of yiga armor

also I hope you are well

Thanks for thinking of me!

Here are some references on my computer. Some are my screenshots, others are scavenged from the internet. My apologies for not being able to provide original resource links.

[bronzeandsage]

Way of the Blade

I am Fenrag.

Darkness is all I see. It is not due to blindness. Or a sense of my own blood betraying me. Now I see darkness by choice. The old cloth wrapped about my eyes for the last few days has long since dried from the initial dampness that my master had applied to it. My face is turned up toward the sky as I catch brief flashes in the darkness of red, white, and yellow. Is it the passing of the day? Or perhaps a flight of birds crossing my path? I remember well that moment of relief from the suns oppressive might on my homeland from a day ago. But it was fleeting and gone, perhaps that itself is part of the lesson.

I am unsure of where I sit, my body exposed to the elements naked to the winds, sun, and earth leaving me confused but unafraid as to my whereabouts. The only thing left to me has been my sword, encased within it’s battered wooden sheath it rests on my folded legs as I sit at attention. The final word that first morning having been in the harsh and low tone of my master, Ronakada, “Wait.”

The air always tastes dry, the sun is unending for hours, and the earth is dry and sparse beneath my naked body. Each day I awaken in the same place yearning for that damp linen of the first day as it’s coolness had keep the burning from growing to strong. Now it is day three. My tongue slides from my mouth and licks at my scarred upper lip, the bits of sweat all the nourishment I have had as I sit and meditate in the wilds. It is lacking and my body is growing weak.

How long must I wait? Why do I wait? I can get up and leave whenever I want to. I should get up and leave. This was a fools errand. Tear the cloth away and head back to Ogrimmar. Rejoin the army fully and go forth unto the world to defend and honor the Horde against the tyranny of my peoples former oppressors. There is honor and glory waiting if I just get up and take it!

But I sit. I wait. I am a warrior. No, I am beyond a warrior. I am Fenrag, one of the last of the Thunderlord blood. I will not betray my ancestors honor. I will not run from this challenge. I will be blademaster.

The fourth day rises. I am tired. My hands rest on the sword in my lap as I do my best to keep my head held high, but it has been a long night and soon to be a longer day. I am glad for the steel in my lap as it supports me in these long hours of wait. My right held tight to the oil and sweat worn hilt, my left holding just the same to the dry wood of my scabbard. Am I failing? I must be, and death is my punishment. But I will not leave this. If I am to die here, so be it. I will die with honor.

Night is falling on the fourth day, and my body is weary as I wish only for sleep but the sun falling behind my head brings coolness to my face of night. I have face the rising sun and slept as it sleeps. Sleep will be welc…

Twilight fills my blurry vision as I look out into the coming night, my shadow splayed across the ground before me with the dwindling heat of day behind me. My shadow is not alone, as the rage of my forefathers fills me with new determination and the training of my master springs me into action. My thick body rolls forward with a low growl rumbling in my chest, I tuck into my shoulder and turn on my knee in the dirt to face my new shadow. My thick hands have already shot about to bring my sword to bear though not drawn, as steel is only needed drawn when blood is ready to be drawn. The shadow is much like my own though leaner and longer thanks to the dying light of day.

“Arise, Fenrag son of Sevlaz. Arise. For your training is continued.” The orc before me is older, but not so that his topknot has grown grey with age or his beard. He is dressed sparsely, for travel and swiftness; resting across his back is a long thick blade of those of my heroes. His eyes are red like my own birthright, though I know he has seen in a haze I will thankfully never know. “I am Mankrik, and today we shall reap the Warchief’s will upon our enemies. Arise for the night is just begun.” He turns and starts down from the mountain. I blink a moment, rise and follow to find my destiny.