"From those who have survived an encounter with the natives of Olvras, they would go silent. Eyes glass over in fear. Sweat as cold as ice would drop from their face, and utter in your ear something fierce. They call the natives living weapons, Horrors from the forest, beasts that know no compassion... I would call them ignorant, and yet.. They aren't completely wrong. These denizens, these monsters as they call them; Are called the Viskal, Visages of Chevalier; If such armor was composed of bone. Armor that can only be pierced by the strongest of weapons, and even then. That's just merely piercing it."
A piece Inspired by my Personal project- TERAKA. This scene depicts two of the many sentient races that live on the planet matroth. A nomadic tribe of Viskal, a race that is as mysterious, as they are elegant; And brutal. They are on a campaign of conquest in the midst of a a harsh winter. They are ignorant of the company of a small tribe of Frelas; A childish race of Fae who live only to help those in need, and in a twist of fate, may be in need of help themselves..