#rytlock

[myszpocztowa]

Rytlock the potato peeler

[mother-alba]

Get me out of drizzlewood

[bhuerracus]

chin up, pal. you'll be alright

[mistfallengw2]

The Phlunt Calendar is here! 💓 We had made a 2026 Calendar already, yes, but why deprive you all of the eye-candy that is the absolute fan-favorite old goblin-man? Worry not, the Calendar Krewe always delivers Alchemy-sent blessings! … Hey, you can't enter the fursuit lounge, let Phlunt prepare for his other role in peace! Uh? Why are you surprised? You didn't know they share the same voice actor? 👀

[maxims-matrix]

I love Rytlock

[commander-coppercogg]

My husband was feeling down today so I drew one of his characters making out with Rytlock on Dragonfall. Don’t mind Gwen.

[alta1r1an]

A friendly spar

OKAY FINE, trying to share more openly what I am having fun with because I want to care more openly because being honestly and openly into your own art is COOL actually!

rest is under a readmore cos slight nsfw, mentions of homosexual oggling and all that good stuff

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Step, lean in, step once more, lead a strike and commit to the motion. Zavrik's practiced ease of motion and precise blows struck against the Tribune's immovable Blood Legion fighting stance. Rytlock's blows could not strike through Zavrik's evasive guile, but his guard let through not one of the blows among the flurry of blows that Zavrik tried.

Snarling in frustration, Rytlock withdraws his arm to block Zavrik's return. Grunting as his thick arm absorbs two punches aimed for his chest, he bites down a snarl as his eyes lock onto Zavrik's grinning face. He swipes an arm forward, but Zavrik has dashed backwards already and he has to clamp down on his frustration as he stumbles forward, weight shifted off balance. Movement in the corner of his eye, raise a leg to block a sweeping kick meant to make use of his fumble. A laugh escapes him in a huff when Zavrik stumbles in his recovery.

"What's... What's the matter Zav? Not getting tired are you" pushing words out between heavy breaths, circling over the dirt of the makeshift sparring pit. Across from him Zavrik did the same, the sunlight making the dark fur on Zavrik's bare form shine. The sheen highlighting the motions of Zavrik's chest, muscles moving with the deep breaths that Rytlock's opponent was taking. Was he getting tired? He better be, Rytlock hoped. Attrition was the only way he was not going to embarrass himself in front of his soldiers.

He appraised Zavrik more, his breathing was heavy, and he had definitely worked up a sweat, as evident by the way it shined, and ran down his front, over the spots that covered most of Zavrik's flanks, thinning out at Zavrik's groin. His wandering eyes caught Zavrik's leg. Just enough warning for Rytlock to tense his abs before Zavrik's knee came barreling into his gut.

He falls backward, air forced out of his lungs

[tumblchorraden]

Sometimes my husband gives me ideas for my jokes. And I don’t listen to him as much as I should because… look at this! He made me draw the whole party!!!

That said, it took me a while (and I am a lazy ass) but I must admit he was right. We had just finished VoE, we had like three collections to finish… and suddenly one more!!! (And for what I have read, yesterday update brought a couple more… le sigh!) Oh well…

Featuring Rytlock, Siamanta Cierzofrio (my husband’s main), Sayida, Isgarren, Canach, Marilyn Mallory (my main) and her assistant skritt Ritika.

Whatever. I have found out hate drawing Rytlock’s armor even more than I hate drawing Canach’s :/