Malcolm David Jericho, Shepherd of the Earthborn,
"An'gevin, the Rethlinites call him... God Slayer."

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Malcolm David Jericho, Shepherd of the Earthborn,
"An'gevin, the Rethlinites call him... God Slayer."
Gal Costa, Profana | (1984)
Lady Gaga, Born This Way | (2011)
Profana
O disse me disse
E seu vômito contido
Sequelas do incômodo
Letra por letra e o desencontro
Só ficou o abandono dos seus
Se acostumou a pares passivos
E o amém uma rotina
Que aqui nesse ambiente não se cria
E não é morada
Sinto muito
Prefiro ainda ser agradável
O veneno de suas frustrações
Podem continuar em seu refluxo
Um beijo no seu lado que ainda amo
E um afago em toda a sua ironia
Você sabe
Eu não levo a sério.
Rafael Liguili
Firmament; The Lightkeeper of the Panopticon The mysterious patron of the Blue Cavern, who spends his eternal life to provide the nourishing light which feeds and guides the Tallophen
Serenade; The Spirit of the Underworld The revered songstress, who may heal any ailment with a single touch, from blindness, to even a broken heart. The Roadman; The masked menace of the Blue Cavern, a strange figure of unknown origins, responsible for managing the many smuggling rings and black markets around the Blue Cavern, trafficking all sorts of contraband, from narcotic mushrooms to weapons, and even strange artifacts from The Dark.
Yes, these are low quality, it's partly due them being introductory portraits for NPCs, and also because I am incredibly busy these days doing ✨Science✨. I hope to get back to full paintings and what not in the next few months.
"The Whalewatchers are Elara's most expansive religious organisation, with chapters in every nation on every continent, and well respected by the Gods. Somehow, they appear to have little conflict with one another, although who knows what they really say to one another in their secretive language of gestures and hand signals.
They are almost completely deaf, as they ritually sacrifice their hearing ability in order silence all noise save for the deep songs and calls of the mother whale Malia from across the cosmos.
To speak with non-whalewatchers, they slice the flesh across their palm, and use magic to shape the incision into a mouth which conveys their thoughts. It doesn't take a shrink to see why they seclude themselves from us uninitiated.
Warrun, the god of light and harvest.
"In Torens they believe that wherever the light touches, he can see. It's why they carry those gaudy lanterns around, so he can protect them... They might be right, he probably is watching, but I guarantee you he doesn't give a rat's ass about protecting anyone but his own power."
Viatris, the Hammer of Judgement.
Portrait of a friend's character for Profana: The Outworlder's Folly.
Hay veces que me pregunto porque tengo que contenerme tanto por el bien de los demás? Porque tengo que complacer a los demás y no a mí? Y después de tanto preguntarme y matarme la cabeza estúpidamente, me vino un pensamiento que era más o menos así -siempre las mentes brillantes son las más torturadas y las menos comprendidas-
En conclusión coman mierda todos los bastardos ignorantes que con solo actuar o que intentan hacer algo y piensan y dicen que no pueden, es verdad no lo intenten más y no estorben a los que realmente si podemos ehh