“I hope you die in agony. Those were the last words I shared with Tyndarius. He allied the Firestorm Onslaught with Malgor. Now that the Shadowlord's gone, we’ve received the brunt of the hatred and rage for all the harm caused by Mana Affliction."
"Tyndarius paid for what he did with his life, and I inherited an Onslaught in conflict with itself. Some despise Tyndarius for turning us into pariahs. Others are under the delusion that we would have had a better future if I didn't betray him to help you."
"But all of us are jeered and spat at wherever we go. There have even been multiple attempts on my life. Sometimes, I lose the will to stop them. We aren't blameless, and I'm not fishing for sympathy. I just... wish I knew what to do. How do I fix this? Can I fix this?"
"That's why I've brought the Onslaught to Mount Rubedo. I need to prove that we'll work for redemption. That we aren't traitors to humanity. If it comes to it, we'll keep the fires from spreading with our own bodies. Whether this is enough to help me sleep at night... Abel..."
"He said the root of our misery began with the Avatars' lies. Don't let this injustice go.
But I met a Paladin. We bonded over missing the people we used to be. 'We can't stay that way forever. It won't be easy, but we'll grow. Time and effort forgives all wrongs.'
Something something Ferelius propaganda contribution. I don't know, I felt like drawing these two because I barely ever draw ships, and I've gotten pulled into the brainrot of these two, so have this
Some ocs of mine! I still don't want to explain their story just yet because I might be planning to do a webcomic of sorts, but I have to properly plan out the story in that case! :)
On the left is Elius (Eh-lie-us) and on the right is Claeci (Clay-see).