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@valfromonline
The last commission job for @valfromonline !!
The perfect completion of the five commission works <3
It's so pretty, thank you so much!
commission for @valfromonline ! thank u!
It's blooming time!!! (whether you want to or not)
Thank you @el-is-away for druing my druid!
The armies of the Burning Legion were indisputably the most destructive force in the cosmos. Ruthless, bloodthirsty, and unending in number. But even that is not enough to lay waste to every world.
No, for those worlds whose inhabitants were of enough sophistication to mount meaningful resistance, some level of strategic guidance was necessary for the Legion to succeed in any reasonable timeframe.
Eyes drifted open, vision blurred, mind sluggish. The world that was coming into focus was not one she recognised. She flexed to move, sinew and bronze scales atwist. Great wings unfurled, spanning almost the breadth of the cell she occupied.
The pieces were still there, at least. She was still Dracthyr. An evoker, no less. An apex dragonkiller; pride of the weyrn. Though - the weyrn - which weyrn? Somehow this thread of memory eluded her. A simple fact. Focus. Recall â
me as a ret paladin every week until I die
Val Dawnhollow
The Dawnhollow line enjoys significant prestige in Silvermoon. Val's father earned the bulk of it, the celebrated Magister Latrodectus, heroic warmage of the Quelâdorei, risen to prominence relatively recently amid the Second and Third Wars. There are many- elves and men alike- who would be dead now if not for his valour.
Val came of age in these times of volatility. The pride of House Dawnhollow. She had inherited much of her fatherâs talent: an exceptional mage in all respects, level-headed and capable in battle, proven in the Second and Third Wars, the one promising scion to succeed him as head of the house.
Had it not been for the destruction of the Sunwell, that is.
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The second contest and it is for Asura characters, one character will also be selected. You just need to leave a comment. It will be made in a new style.
(And I will also add that if the winner does not respond within a day, another person will be chosen)
Wee, Asura!
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I know for most players the Halloween farm with Steve and friends is the highlight of the event, but for me??
It's fucken clock tower time baby
(WARNING: LOUD AUDIO)
my game bugged on the quest "Moving Heat" in 2077 Phantom Liberty, giving me a minor heart attack
and, well, whatever you think is going to happen, you are probably wrong
No biography here - just an as-yet-unwritten character with a less popular Sylvari face.
Lena Rosewood
Not long following the disastrous Maguuma campaign, a Pact scout failed to report back from duty in Draconis Mons. Months passed with no word, no report of her turning up anywhere.
Lena was presumed dead, memorialised alongside the other casualties of the expedition.
Of course, she didn't die. Not exactly. She hasn't been forthcoming with the details, but she has certainly changed since her reappearance. There's a distance behind her brightness, now.
And connection with nature has become almost palpable. No longer does she need rituals or signets to effect magic - life near-on blooms in her wake. Nor has she appeared to age a day since, to any who knew her before.
She travels now to the blasted ruins of the world, attempting to arrest the destruction of nature wrought by the endless wars fought on Tyrian soil, and bring growth and life back to the wastes left in their wake.
I'm probably going to start posting just screenshots soon, once I figure out how to make them prettier in games without gpose... probably nvidia has something.
Theidelisa-Vallewellyn, "Val"
1325AE - Durmand Priory
âWith respect, Magister, this extends well beyond recklessness. You canât expect us to just watch while you condemn yourself to certain death for the chance itâll produce a useful result.â
Scholar Myrra was a patient one, Val mused. She had to have been, to have deigned to join the Prioryâs ranks at the bottom, despite her ability. The basis for the Asuraâs attachment to her she didnât quite understand, but it was certainly being brought to the fore now. Not quite the right time or place, in her readied ritual circle.
âIâm not expecting you to watch, Myrra. In fact Iâd prefer it if you didn't.â Valâs voice came calm, with the warm comfort of a mentor. Serene, despite everything. âItâs not likely to be pleasant viewing.â
âLockwoodâs already looking into a talisman to hold the spell. Deldrimor craft. Thatâs bound to work.â Then she added, with emphasis: âWithout killing you?â
âMagic of this maleficence cannot be tamed by any object, no matter how well-wrought. Without attended control, it would pose catastrophic risk to any around it, its bearer especially. And if it fell into the wrong handsâŠâ She trailed off. âIn any case, the decision has been made. This is my Hunt.â
The Asura opened her mouth to argue - though weeks of this back-and-forth had already led to this point. The ritual was already on the cusp of completion, with no small commitment of resources and irreplaceable relics already drawn and depleted in preparation.
âWe shall call this spell Theidelisa-Vallewellynâs Agony.â Val said simply. âLet this now be the first and final time it is ever cast.â
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As it ripped into her bark and seared itself into her soul, the malicious magic took root, carving and fanning out in furious lines of rot. The scars drew themselves in perfect symmetry across her features; the mark of Deathâs very design.
And even with her every safeguard to arrest it into stasis, the pain persisted. It bled through, in never-ending, sanity-testing waves. But it would become familiar in time. An acceptable cost, for this edge against the endless armies of the Elder Dragons: through necromantic contagion, Val would be able to infinitely bestow this horror in its original potency.
At least, until such time as it claimed her.
Aria Dawngrace
Born into the last golden age of the Quel'dorei, the young Aria had everything to look forward to. While they were not wealthy, her family's prestige ensured her access to the finest education.
House Dawngrace were scholars and artists, beyond skilled in arcane craftwork. Practiced and cultivated over centuries, nigh-on millennia, theirs were enchantments the likes of which the mortal races could only dream of.
Aria would be next, of course. The darling of the House, and so studious besides.
But the march of the Scourge took everything before she was of age to even hold a rod: Her family, her home, and her future. All cast to ash, buried in the Dead Scar.
She survived. The only one. And the injustice of it dwelled in her, carved its way into her very being. They had done nothing to bring on such destruction. Aria herself had done nothing more than dare to be born.
And if the world would not grant justice to her people, she would find it herself.
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Rejected by the Blood Knights - too young, and too emotional, besides - it was all she could do to try and train herself in the ways of war. To hone her mind and body for the trials of combat.
The junior Farstriders gave her some time of day. And though through relentless training did she grow into strength, her viciousness and disposition made her unpopular - impossible to work with, almost.
Then the Sunwell reignited, and the sheer potency of her connection to this divine source was made bare. With the righteous power that suddenly became her right to wield, nothing was left to stop her.
And if the martial orders of Silvermoon would not take her to vengeance, she would find it herself.
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