Art Fight 2024’s mass attack! This year’s theme was: Wonky Dream connections. Everyone has a headache. @yesterdaysallknowing @faehrnem @dalennaugw @hawkepockets @pact-valkyrie @prismaticaurene @frost-feathers

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Art Fight 2024’s mass attack! This year’s theme was: Wonky Dream connections. Everyone has a headache. @yesterdaysallknowing @faehrnem @dalennaugw @hawkepockets @pact-valkyrie @prismaticaurene @frost-feathers
It`s (as always) soft fiachwren and canach hours in my brain! Have a lighting piece!
in other news, local birdplant gets a new outfit
featuring the game’s best staff which cost me 140g on the TP but it was WORTH IT also fun fact, this was her main hunting outfit for like 20 years in the shiverpeaks!
1320 AD - Fiachwren gets recruited into the newly formed Vigil (Notes: Almorra’s armour in this is a heavily bastardized and defaced version of the Blood legionarre armour. Because practical + ‘I do want I want’ is her aesthetic)
I dream of a path into the Heart of Thorns.
There is a man to my left. I cannot hear his voice, and his eyes are cold-but not unfriendly. He is a friend. There is a sword in my hand--broken but not defeated-- and not mine to wield, simply to find. There is an altar at the end of the path--familiar but not of Here. Stone pillars, old, falling apart. The rubble whispers of new beginnings. The magic whispers of hope. Suspended above the altar is a man. Tired. In pain. Afraid. The sword is not meant for him. Behind him is a dragon. The broken sword crackles with energy in my grasp. This is my enemy. This is my quarry. I cannot fail. (who needs the light - Fear Not This Night)
Fiachwren - Day One: Origins
For @gw2commanderweek, one of two of my commanders that I’m doing the prompts for this week!
1304 AD, Following the events of ‘Meeting the Asura’
"Was she right?" The words echo in the soft twilight air of their mother's den--somewhere between warden shifts where the caul of impending night made it easier to arrive unnoticed. "Do we mean that little to you?"
There is silence. She doesn't know what she expected.
"You called us your children.” She continues regardless—if only to fill the emptiness with something. “Said that we meant the world to you--that you wanted us safe. But in the same breath, you told us it was our job to fight dragons. That being a Valiant was noble and just. That we were to set an example for others to do good."
It was all in the interest of knowledge gained. You beings are an anomaly. It wasn't personal. Being a Valiant had meant nothing to the Asura. They hadn't cared about nobility or kindness. They'd cared about statistics. Science. Pushing boundaries—regardless of what they broke doing so. The teammates she'd lost were proof of it. The empty mender's bed on the other side of the grove that Canach had abandoned in the middle of the night was proof of it. She looks down at her hands--where rough metal had dug into the bark and left angry scarring that glowed red from foreign magic. They hurt still, and they're far from the only ones she has now. She was proof.
"I'm not asking for war with the Asura. For you to tell Cadeyrn that his violence is just and right. I'm not asking for unknowable answers to the ephemeral. I just..." Her voice cracks and the Omphalos chamber feels so cold then.
"Was she right? Caithe? That you only care about the firstborn?"
There is silence. Valiant Ailisinn closes her eyes. “I won't do it.” Finally. “I won't stay here and let them tell me that things will be okay. I won't go out and tell people that this was justice. That this was kindness. And I won't go out and be a valiant when the title means nothing. A tool to be used and discarded.” She turns to leave, pausing only for a moment-- “I will not be a sacrifice for the Dream.” Silence follows in her wake.
Tempest
My Secondborn Elementalist, Fiachwren!
Some doodles practicing cartoonier styles while playing both GW1 and GW2. Featuring Alistair and Fiachwren ( my two main commanders), Livia, Gwen, and my two protagonists for Factions and Nightfall-- Amaya and Maha!