«Arsoron of the Blackrook clan is one of the few night elves who remembers what life was like before the War of the Ancients. He was born and raised in the vicinity of Suramar - the Crimson Thicket, which in those days was called the Crimson Gardens...»
a little art dump of old stuff and unfinished sketches for my favorite son, who you can meet quite often in Dornogal or Undermine these days. come and say hi to him sometime (i'd probably freak out and press alt f4 because i'm too self-concious)!
"My name is Aub'vaah Ghaleeb Suahar Quadt Sher-kwele…", he goes on for quite some time, pronouncing all forty words in his ridiculously long name, after finishing with the long inhale. "…Swalyid Aphsha Kua'Resh Al. Or simply - Reshal. And I didn't get out of Hell to waste my time on the likes of you..."
much could be said about the Commander of the Fifth Crusade, but his actions always speak for themselves. quick-witted and not burdened with special moral principles, he will always find a way out of the most seemingly dead-end situations. devil-blooded tiefling by choice, he tried to conceal his true origin from the world, but the wheel of change crushed him with unexpected surprise in the city of Kenabres. now the eyes of all kinds of higher deities are on him, and there's truly no rest for the wicked
нести тяжелое бремя получения желаемого он, конечно же, будет не в одиночку. компания, в которой он себя обнаружил, пестрит личностями всех сортов - начиная от бродяги-дроу чернокнижника, которому не посчастливилось призвать Решаля в этот план бытия, заканчивая самым настоящим наследником на трон королевы Голфри. как со всем этим связана Мировая язва, богиня сновидений Дезна и незаживающая рана на груди командора по неволе? возможно, однажды мы получим ответы...
