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Some days.
Coastal.
I’ve also lost total control of my life and started on a comic if that’s anything worth mentioning. Updates on mondays, wednesdays, and fridays unless otherwise specified.
I’m technically alive. Shocking, I know.
Desecration of Grinnaiel - During the Second God's War when the Gods still elected to walk the mortal earth, a mortal blow was struck by Lord Tengar's hand-picked aspect, Alezon Barker, against King Grinnaiel. As both clan Csillag and Comharra-tìre were embroiled in warfare there came a climactic battle on the plains of Litavia where two titans clashed. In this battle came a point of despair, with Lord Tengar occupied summoning his elementals to supplement Csillagi numbers while Grinnaiel's forces began encircling the veteran core of his army to slaughter them. Alezon Barker, separated from his unit and with his divinely sharpened bardiche, swung a righteous blow into the deity's side, drawing heavenly gold blood. This ultimate insult to the deity's status led the Earth King to smite Alezon where he stood, but the damage was done. With Grinnaiel retreating to tend to his wound and reflect upon his actions, his army was without command and broke ranks over rumors that their liege was slain. This decisive Csillagi victory cemented the newly founded clan's status and legitimized it in the eyes of both worlds.
The Land of Ranroque - Dotted by hundreds of petty kingdoms and their tribal constituents, Ranroque was once the home of numerous great empires from ages back. The earth itself still bears deep, jagged scars of the Catastrophe and resulting Gods Wars as they staked their claims.
Frihar Ezerne Fost - Once the Frihar of a humble village, Barghendus, Ezerne tragically bore witness to its destruction at the hands of a Csillagi warband in need of supplies for their continued march. Spurred to action by this cruelty he followed the warband with what vengeful survivors he could gather and harrassed them for months afterward. His feats of tactical brilliance did not go unnoticed as the earthen ears of Grinnaiel are always listening, and it was the day Frihar Fost eliminated the scouting party dispatched to defeat him that the God finally found his latest Aspect. As a gift to secure Ezerne's continued loyalty in undermining the Star Clan's efforts, Grinnaiel called upon the Artificer for an owed favor, outfitting the mortal noble in holy armor and creating a metal steed.
İşaretlenmiş, the First Pariah. An Aspect of Lady Halka, the Goddess of Life and Death. Forever branded with her mark he roams the world undying, yet death trails in his wake. Old growths and aged cattle collapse, leaving untouched fields for calves to graze without competition and new saplings to rise.
An elder sage devoted to Kron. A dream seer who parses incepted messages of the dream world for meaning, be it prophesies, words from the dead, or interpreting the surreal.
Castle Chimera. Home of Kron, Prince of Dreams, the Lord of all good and evil that crawls in the minds of man as he slumbers. The upper spire is the Ever Seen. Visitors to Kron's realm on godwalking rituals that seek his blessing frequently prefer to visit the pleasantries of its dream halls rather than the bitter truths of the Never Seen, below it
So today I finished the campaign to Mad Max The Search For Lost Tech, also known as Homeworld: Deserts of Kharak.
Once you start you just can’t stop.
Been playing my old haunt, Civilization 3, and found myself getting sucked into the horrible war torn world that I surprisingly did not intend to create this time. I may or may not have been inspired by the briefing menus from Ace Combat.
Forgot to post this on Halloween. Here it is anyways.
ROBO MAN.
A skeleton with a plasma ball head. I call him Kalyptoscope.
A bun.