#gamall

[balamist]

Deadly Shadows, my beloved ♥️

[bergsmotiv]

Gamall gígur á Veiðivatnasvæðinu

An extinct crater in Veiðivötnum S-Iceland

Et udslukket krater ved Veiðivötn syd-Island

Ein ausgestorbener Krater in Veiðivötn-Gebiet. S-Island

[mahvaladara]

Syra: -thinking, ignoring the drama and bickering- Must go on the missing people’s Reddit page to see if there’s anything new on the “Lysander Case”. 

[minilev]

[boatofmagic]

Happy 17th Birthday to Thief: Deadly Shadows!

One of my all time favorite games.

Release date:

May 25, 2004 in North America

June 11, 2004 in Europe

[mahvaladara]

Mal: So this is where he buried you. Hmm. You were hard to find, you're not all here. I wonder where the rest of you is hiding, where your Eye is hiding.

Guess you were always a stubborn little Eye, weren't you Apollo?

Mal sighed.

Mal: I am here to apologize to you. Not for not understanding you, I understood you better than you believe, but... for washing my hands off you, for turning a blind eye and deciding you were not my problem, not my villain, when I knew full well, when your attention shifted from your brother, it would be me you'd come hunting for.

Perhaps I'm a coward. Or just plain selfish. Not wanting to be bothered, hoping someone else would fix my mistake for me.

I knew why you wanted to be a hero so bad. Your brother wasn't the only victim back then. You were a kid, and you were also a victim, and instead of helping a kid come to terms with all that happened, I chose to demonize you.

A part of you died back then, when you were a kid. Your innocence, any good that could be raised in you. I didn't know how to fix it.

[mahvaladara]

Mal: I vote you leave the dragon where you found it! It's not ours, this isn't my veterinary run, so I am not going to pick up strays.

Syra: Dad! Just! Help!

Mal: I don't help criminals.

Syra: Yes you do!

Mal: Oh for fuck sake. My eldest is bad decisions on legs, the one bellow was Judge Dred psycho edition, and you're bloody Mother Theresa of Calcutá! I thought I taught you some self-preservation!

Syra: Maybe if you were a better and more engaged dad, we would have learnt.

Mal: Oi! This isn't my parenting run. Unless they came out of my vama, I don't much care what happens to my sperm-demons. So, i will give you guys all the means to be successful, but unless it involve me directly in your life, I do not care!

Syra: Well. I am involving you directly NOW.

Mal stared at her, sighed and brushed a hand over his face.

[mahvaladara]

Mal: When you said you needed my help, this was not what I was expecting...

Syra: Can you help, dad? He's kinda heavy.

Mal: Are you aware you're holding a "punished" dragon vampire in your arms?

Syra: There's dragon vampires?

Mal: Aye. We call them Devourers. They kinda suck.

Syra: And what do you mean punished?

Mal motioned towards his bloodied back.

Mal: They got their wings ripped out not too long ago, and smells of self-righteousness and an unwavering sense of justice and honor. Clerics. Vampy there probably commited a crime and by the looks of it, it wasn't something small.

Syra: That's horrible! Why not jail?

Mal:... Jail a giant fire-breathing shapeshifting usually flying lizards? In what cage? This isn't the US Justice System. You commit a crime, dragons punish you. If you survive it, you're free to go, albeit with one less finger, or a hand, a whole ass leg and in this case, he's missing both wings and horns, so he clearly didn't learn the first time around. Boy done goofed... Big time!