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Gregos enjoys making plushies in his free time. In fact, this Starlight he was gifted many sewing kits, instructional books and materials. His newest creation sits on top of his head - one more step towards his dream of opening a merchant stall at the Ala Mhigan market nights.
((You can find tooterdoodles on twitter! Amazing art!))
Remembrance of the Fallen
Nald’Thal 2020
The area has been cleared of debris with a few large blankets spread out for folks to sit together. Baskets of lilies and cowry shells randomly set about the riverbank. A couple incensorys are up wind, the soft aroma of local herbs notable in the incense adding to the serenity by the riverside.
"I thought only of my failure... and not the promise I made to her that day... to protect those in need of protection, save those that could be saved, and seek justice for those that cannot..."
“Today I want to make sure that they know that we will remember them, and we wish them a good rest. That we will place their books back onto the shelves, and speak their history so that they are no longer forgotten."
“Hope we meet again someday, somewhere."
“On this sun I mourn their loss, exalt their memories; those we could not save."
"I carry you with me...but I must move forward, for us all...."
"I did not bring any items. Only memories for the waters to claim if they'd have them.”
“Who I speak of was someone I barely knew yet, I could have easily been on his path of life.”
"We are meant to cry. Our lives are filled with both sad and happy memories. We are not meant to dwell. In these tears we shed, we do so willingly. For all our lives. What a curious thing that our lives are more than one."
“Every day, I see the wisdom in his words--when I speak with members of this free company--their zest for their interests, their love of food and song and clothes and hobbies and magic--everything you all have laid your hands to breaths with your love for it.”
Wonderful commission by vvernacatola (on insta and FB)! I’m so happy with how this turned out!
Gregos is a warrior and machinist IC RP. But he’s really an MCH and AST main who dabbles in expert roulettes on his WAR. :)
Gregos continues this tour of home.
I got invited to do my first DND games. I got some art to celebrate the barbarian version of Gregos. (Artist: https://www.instagram.com/jikenlice/)
Gregos had an eventful few suns - after he promptly went to the Cathedral to pay his respects to Halone. She has been looking after him well, he thought.
Prompt 1: Crux
Gregos stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring at himself in the reflection. His bright blue eye twinkled in his apartment's sunlight as he ran his hand over the scar of his white, left eye. The highlander gently traced the deep ridges above and below and sighed to himself as he thought back to the day he escaped his Garlean torture.
What was in the place of his eye was what his new friend labeled a bomb. It was not an ordinary bomb; its design is to sever the man's aether from his sound mind over time. If left in, would destroy the man's sanity and turn him into a weapon for the Garleans— a mindless killing machine within the walls of a freed Ala Mhigo.
"This ends today." Gregos whispered to himself as he made his way to his armoire. He grabbed a knife and returned to the mirror. He took a few deep breaths and lifted it to his face. "Halone, watch over me," he begged as he readied himself.
He steadied his trembling hand in front of the false eye; his breathing labored as it began to glow red. It was almost like the eye knew what was about to happen.
-- A knock on the door --
Gregos dropped the knife onto the bathroom sink and grabbed each side of the vanity with both hands. He looked up at himself again, watching as the eye returned to its milky white color and sighed before placing on his headwrap. The highlander walked over to the door, throwing it open to see his burly friend. "Is it that day already?" he questioned. "Let me get my armor and weapon."
