#kulaan

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THE KEMBARians . . . . . Wahai seorang ayien, jangan pernah berputus asa untuk mendapatkannya. Biarpun sukar yang kau rasa. Teruskan usahamu. Pasti indahnya akan tiba. "Keep trying and never give up" Okey? Set... #keeptrying #nevergiveup #AyIeN #kembarians #kembar #kulaan #kembarbersepah #unimas #fsgk #anakmuda #darahmuda #adadarahmanis #hahahahahaha #bukansenangnaksenang #kubilangjangandinjangan (at Unimas, Sarawak)

[your-local-birb]

@clanzenith

i just realized that for both Kulaan and Padomey, about 90% of their music aesthetic is composed of electro-swing

i mean, Kulaan is my ‘covert excuse to draw NEON GLOWING DRAGON’ and Padomey is 1000% vain and believes himself to be the classiest thing in all of existence and would probably have electro-swing playing everywhere he went, so that makes sense, but still

[your-local-birb]

this song is my fucking jAM

[your-local-birb]

You better believe that a good majority of Kulaan's playlist is caravan palace and other electro-swing artists, with some Saint Motel and Toro Y Moi thrown in there. He was largely originally inspired by @bonepriests glitzy hive aesthetic, so that makes sense, But ye

[your-local-birb]

the really pretty babes at the back of my lair

ft. Kulaan, the Pantheon’s prince, and Calla, who is also known as ‘the girl i totally did not buy just so she could wear Lux Contri Devotee”

@anemia-fr a child wearing one of your amazing accents

[your-local-birb]

time for an Art Update

 Kulaan

@clanzenith @kier-is-a-ranger

the good news is;

he’s intense

the bad news is;

he’s intense

[your-local-birb]

@clanzenith

Kulaan is less of an.. adopted child and more like "sprung spontaneously from a magical accident in which Padomey and Anu were trying to figure out how to do rad Battle Couple moves with their combined magics and whoops, Anu kinda accidentally turned space-time inside out and Kulaan was the result"

"he's the antithesis to both of our magics given physical form"

"he's adorable."

"he’s dangerous. he could probably destroy us."

"......his name is kulaan and we're keeping him."

“you can’t be serious.”

“everybody this is our son kulaan.”

*defeated sigh*

[kulaanthebarbarian]

Past and Present

Part 3 of my Pathfinder adventures.

I hope this isn't too confusing. I mention a lot of places that haven't been talked about in detail yet. But anyways, Kulaan wakes up from a flashback here.

Part 1

Part 2

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Shooting straight up in my wool bed, dripping in sweat, I calm my breathing. “It was another dream,” I think to myself. My feet drop to the floor and I lean over, rubbing my face. Ever since the ship wreck, these memories have been coming back to me, usually every night they return. But now, I'm living a fairly normal life in Kassen. Back about 3 months ago, when we, the League of Exploration, set out from the country of Tremera to explore the southern part of the continent, we ran into an unexpected storm which sunk most of our ships. But by pure luck, a few members of my ship's crew, along with myself, washed up along the shore of this continent, or wherever I am. The four of us traveled across the new land until we found civilization, and we were directed to a 'famous shipbuilder' in the town of Kassen halfway across the continent. As we entered a goblin infested mountain, we expected to be greeted with hospitality by the creatures, just as we were in our home country of Yadriq, however; immediately the beasts attacked us, killing two of us and injuring both me, and my last companion. With our hopes down, we made for the town as directed and lost all hope when we were told that the shipbuilder didn't exist. With that final news, my last companion went crazy and disappeared into the Fangwood forest, just south of the town. I, however, am a lumberjack for the local woodcrafter, also, I take up odd requests for people who have certain aggressive needs.

My small room is decorated by only a set of wooden chairs and a table; a small dresser, and a wool bed. The faint smell freshly cut beef, seems to draw me to the large window on the south wall. Taking a deep breath, I release my tension and depart for the street. Although it is past sunrise, the streets are completely deserted, other than the occasional passerby of course, and I make my way towards the town center in hopes of finding the reason why. As I near the market place, I hear the sound of bells ringing from, what seems to be, the mayors mansion. Immediately after arriving at the meeting, the mayor adressess the townspeople asking, “Are there any volunteers to relight the flame of Kassen?

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Hey guys, if you like this, please share it with people you know as I work really hard on these. Writing doesn't come easy to me, so these stories won't be top notch. However, any bit of constructive criticism is super helpful so I would love to here from you guys.