#lord graymarrow

[machinafulmen]

some art of my oc fleabag!! his soul is eternally bound to graymarrow but theyre besties so its okay and totally healthy

also being threatened by graymarrow. the lucky bastard

[machinafulmen]

this one is suggestive but i think it's tame enough to put on main. some jrmarrow for your viewing displeasure

[machinafulmen]

my current project! i started last night but i model fast. im making this dude, likely for vrchat:

[machinafulmen]

the undying needed an anthro form :3

[balsa-margarita]

Fun fact! Greymarrow’s first name is Gideon!

Yep! No wonder he goes by Lord Graymarrow, "Gideon" probably got him some stares as a living pirate. (Now, everyone stares at him, but for different reasons.)

[balsa-margarita]

Greymarrow is one of the best wizards hands down. After holding a sword meant to free trapped souls in his hand for less than a minute he not only figured out how to do it himself but also crafted a spell that dose the opposite effect on to of alowing him to rip you soul out of your body if he gets his hands on you for a few seconds.

I compared him to the Dr. Facilier of the Sea of Thieves for a reason - the guy is a magical genius extraordinaire. Obviously he's not that great at physical combat, but he more than makes up for it with crazy magic usage and a knowledge of the Sea of Thieves that allows him to dance circles around everyone for his own amusement. (Which he does, enthusiastically.)

And unlike the Shadow Man of Disney Princess and the Frog fame, he doesn't get caught in his own traps. And that makes him infinitely more dangerous.

[balsa-margarita]

Pfff greymarrow be like “Evil self care!”

"Entertain yourself by watching an entire world suffer, it's very good for your mental health. Yours, not everyone else's. I would know, aye."

[balsa-margarita]

Greymarrow probably sees or knows what’s going on. If anyone where to come to him for help understanding or fixing something he would make them beg, then just laugh in there face because he’s an asshole

"Hello?"

A pale green light - the ghost-light, the same as in the Air Temple and the color that man was - shone past him, unlike anything in that part of the Spirit World. Aang whirled to see a tall, lanky skeleton, long beard bound in a multi-forked pattern, clad in an ancient jacket. It was hard to tell, but they seemed to be leering menacingly.

What-

"They don't really know anything," the figure said, blue eye glowing eerily. "Pendragon, Slate, those Order fucks and the Pirate Lord himself... or they're just cowards and won't admit it. Funny that they'd turn out to be the kind of knaves Flameheart accused them-"

Who's Flameheart?

The guy with the sword mentioned a spectral flame-

"Is Flameheart the person that man warned me about?"

"Oh, of course."

That wasn't really an answer, or at least more of a question - but Aang persisted anyway. "Are you a friend of his? Or someone who knew him?"

I have to get back - the moon and ocean-

"Flameheart?" A clacking laugh - then the skeleton stared at him again, tingles of unease rapidly intensifying. "Oh, I won't ruin the fun of that one. But he has no idea what he's doing, has to meddle with the tools of true power to get anything done."

That was really cryptic-

"Can you tell-"

"No."

Aang met the skeleton's gaze - it did nothing except make him shiver, but after a few moments they spoke again. "It's only me and the woman who can fathom the true genesis of what's going on here with this little invasion stunt. And I'm not telling you, whelp." Another bony grin. "This gets boring."

Before the Avatar could say anything else, the ancient skeleton vanished in a puff of smoke and greenish mist, leaving that corner of the Spirit World just as it had been.