#golmore

[roughridingrednecks]

Gilmore

[asper-is-here]

reposting an old art - feat. a commission of a very dashing viera

[mythriteshah]

Pg. 16 - Knight of Golmore

"What say you, Miss Isja?  Does Madame Ritz's attire intrigue you?"

"It does indeed, My Sultan.  Madame Ritz, though of the jungle, is still kin.  And this garb brings a touch of flair to the Green Word.  It is heartwarming to know that I am not the only Viera seeking to bring out the Power and Beauty of our race."

"Such a proud set deserves a name befitting such.  May Madame Ritz Morningway be forever known... as a Knight of Golmore.”  -Isja “Coldgaze” & Thiji Higuri

From the vast and thick Golmore Jungle, the ravishing Veena of the Pakshee - Doctor Ritz Morningway - strikes into the haute couture scene with attire both chivalrous and tantalizing.

The Knight of Golmore is the result of her mind’s work, and covers the wearer in a bodycon one-piece petticoat with a scintillating cape.  While the suit itself is meant to show off the wearer’s lower extremities, they are also protected with plated thigh-length boots, offering a bit of combat practicality to the ensemble.

The outfit also comes with a decorative sabre that can be sheathed just below the hip.  Thanks to the rather revealing design of this piece, the more martially-inclined seekers of fashion can further accessorize themselves with additional armor or coverings as they see fit without drawing away too much attention on the suit.

Whether you are spearheading a bold expedition through one of Ethierys’s many forests, leading a parade through your favorite City-State, or just trying to show off those luscious legs of yours in style, the Knight of Golmore shall cut a fine figure in the fashion realm.

  (Credit and thanks to https://twitter.com/pomonnart for the creation of this masterpiece!)

[runehuin]

“If I listen closely I can still hear her... she’s distant, but she calls me, she’s not forgotten me..”

[altanjhungid]

Sympathy for the Devil

"Wyatt... you idiot," Vallas says as he sets down a ceramic bowl of cooked greens in his friend’s makeshift wooden cell and dings it with the included spoon to wake him.

The mess dwelling within looks over at him through the bars and practically snarls, "What the fuck do you want, traitor?"

"You betrayed our values," Vallas says with a shake of his head, "Treating this people like you've conquered them. We didn't defect just to repeat the sins of our betters. We agreed what they were doing was unconscionable. You earned this."

The prisoner pulls the plate closer and finally into his lap. He takes a bite and adopts a more sympathetic tone, "They fuckin' shot me, Vallas. And I heard about what they were doin' to you before you escaped, everyone were whisperin' of it when I got here. The fuckin’ slavin’ Verdare... I didn't do shit compared to the crap these cunts're guilty of."

"They aren't one people, Wyatt. The women of this village weren't responsible for what happened to any of us. They only wanted to help you, and you threw it in their face and you hurt them."

"Yeah..." Wyatt says faintly with a glimmer of regret. He makes no move to contest his former commander’s account as he replies, "I see that now."

"Maybe there's hope for you yet then." WIth a heavy sigh the Garlean half-turns away from his friend and frowns into the darkness. “We will fight for the freedom of all men taken by our former masters. After that, I’ve agreed to take all of our men and leave the Golmore with those they exile, and take them far away from here.” “They’re gonna let ‘em fuckin’ live... And yer in on this shit?!” Wyatt snaps nastily as he sets his plate down with a clang. “Why not execute ‘em! They don’t deserve forgiveness! Kill ‘em all, let the fuckin’ jung--” “Enough.” Vallas says as he rattles the bars of the cage with a loud sweep of his sword. “I intend to forgive you, as I will them. As the sun rises again every morning, so we must show mercy to all of its children.”

Wyatt goes quiet as he picks up his plate again and starts to chew mournfully.

“You’ll be joining us for the battle.” His fingers deftly undo the makeshift locking mechanism on the outside of the cage and he pulls the door open. ”Stretch and get ready.” He gets a wistful look in his eye as his friend stands and marches out of the confinement. ”When this is over, we’re all go home together, just like we intended before this nightmare began...”

“What about Beran...?” The Towering, scarred Garlean shakes his head with a frown and turns toward the darkness. All Wyatt can make out in the dim light is the frazzled locks of his once beautiful hair. “He’s out there somewhere. I’m sure of it.”

[greycardigans]

By Andy Gilmore