Got a bit stuck when rewriting and redoing Elena’s story, changing her to Nadijah, and making her the mother of the Bastet sisters. So I decided to play around in photoshop for a bit, experimenting with a few screens here and there. Juggling so many stories and ideas right now 8)
First set is of Sanir and Elena Nadijah Bastet. Enjoying how this one turned out, but think I could’ve timed the poses a bit better. Nadijah looks like she’s upset at Sanir.
Second, Sacrus and Caerys. Bless the embiggening tonic, as I can actually make Sacrus his true size.
And third, Urfaust and Istia. Captain and Quartermaster of the Doom Warband. I’ve got the story for these two brewing, cataloging their fall at Port Stalwart, and their return from the Mists.
Urfaust Doombringer, Captain of Doom’s Conflagration. A successful privateer and Legionnaire, Captain Doombringer led the Doom Warband; a small, ragtag group of magic wielders and misfits. Nearly 100 years ago, at the fall of Port Stalwart, this warband was supposedly wiped out by Zhaitan’s navy. Urfaust was the first to return, dropped into Lion’s Arch in a burst of magic, he was put in irons and subsequently placed in my custody.
Name: Urfaust Doombringer
Warband: Doom
Order: Unaffiliated
Age: Early 40s(?)
Race: Charr
Class: Warrior before the fall of Port Stalwart. Currently Revenant.
Profession: Corsair. Merchant-Mercenary under Legion orders. Privateer, Captain of Doom’s Conflagration.
Sex: Male
Height/Weight: 8’ 4”, 770 lbs.
Fur Color: Earthen brown, Blood red markings on snout and neck
Dislikes: Humans, Extra work, Children, Politics, Selfish individuals, Greed
Flaws and Quirks: Bad at risk-assessment, often will lead ‘bandmates into difficult situations. Angers quickly when ‘bandmates fail to meet his standards knowing they can outperform them. Roars orders, often leading ‘bandmates to assume he’s always angry. Focuses easily in the heat of battle. Values knowledge and experience.
Relationships: Yearns for a sea-faring minx that can keep up him. Legionnaire of the Doom Warband.
The Legions’ records say he was a successful privateer, captaining Doom’s Conflagration. He led the Doom Warband, a small, ragtag group of misfits. In service, these individual members of the warband refused to fall in line, and in turn were dumped into a single warband -- shipped off for naval duty. Little did the Legions know, that that ugly bunch of charr would end up causing quite the ruckus overseas. The warband functioned better as a group than they did individually, but perhaps the close proximity of their quarters in that patchwork pinnance ship soothed heads. Perhaps it was their abomination of a captain. Either way, their success stops at Port Stalwart, a Human settlement that was occasionally used to resupply or moor in order to wait out storms or rough waves. Generally, we charr avoid human ports, but the Doom Warband was assigned an escort to the supply ship Fierceblade’s Vision.
Then the Dead Ships came and laid waste to the settlement. When word of Port Stalwart’s destruction reached the Legions, we assumed the worse. Days later, the vessels were recorded to have not reached port… the crew of Fierceblade’s Vision, and the Doom Warband, were assumed KIA.
The Lionguard informed me of a ‘political disturbance’. In custody for public intoxication was a Charr no citizen had seen before. Witnesses and passersby spoke of a 'heavy magical disturbance’ followed by a large, angry Charr spewing profanities and trying to fight whatever was moving in its vicinity. Upon arriving at the scene, you could tell something was amiss. He spoke with an interesting dialect, and on top of that, he was using the same unstable Magics Etna possesses. I asked the Lionguard holding him to hand him over to me, to which they eagerly obliged.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t even get a 'Thanks.’ Upon his release, I took him to the Fahrar, and once he saw our cubs commingling with the Humans and the 'talking heads of lettuce’, he spat in my face and called me a traitor. I didn’t speak about Elena, lest I be branded a mousepouncer.. I attempted to speak with him about who he was. I tried telling him that he was most likely from another period of time, brought back through a rift in some sort of decaying magic. He wouldn’t have it. He refused to believe that he was a magic-user -- saying he couldn’t live down returning to the Legions as a sorcerer. He refused to believe this was a different Tyria, that the pirates and privateers he knew were dead and different.
I told him of the privateers of Bloodtide Coast, telling him to speak with them, maybe patch loose ends and catch up on happenings over the last 100 years. When he left, he seemed… volatile, to say the least. Maybe this was a bit much for him? He had a bloodthirsty look in his eye, the eyes of someone edged towards depravity and anger. I fear for his safety in this new world. But I have an undeniable feeling that the power he possesses will turn him towards sanity and understanding.
