NightOfTheWind

looks really good man, ill be commissioning one to support this good work edit: nevermind just saw commissions closed, very unfortunate but still good work

that’s rough buddy, i always was afraid i was gonna one day fall into the holes of lava myself while mining for resources lmao. i hope you get it back

every day, we stray further away from god’s light

thank mr dsdevil

love the trailer bro

im leaving LOTC again

godspeed brother

Dael stares at himself in the reflection of a pond, flexing. “They won’t know what hit ‘em!”

Sir Dael the Great, the (self-proclaimed) grand knight of Llyria, looks over the missive- nodding to himself as he does so. “Golly, I sure wish I could read.”

Dael’ran Morgaine: Golett

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“Boy, I wish I could read.” A young boy said, reading the flier.

i enjoy

“I curse this world.” What a bold statement that was... Tak thought to himself, reminiscing on the declaration of his youth as he advanced through the thick blizzard, his plated boots trudging through the snow. From his short childhood in Belvitz, to his life in those humid meadows, to the extensive time as a guardsman in Ves, to now. He had witnessed a multitude of deaths- lost friends and family, and had fought in many battles. Of course, he didn’t win most of them- and he didn’t have anything to be proud for other than his ability to cheat death on multiple occasions- if he could count that as something to be proud of in the first place. It was.. pitiful, he thought. Time and time again, he asked himself one question- Why me? The man was a weakling- and always saw himself as one. A coward, a villain, a fool, but most of all- a complete and utter failure. Everything he has tried to do has always come back to haunt him- everything from his commitment to his family to his childhood dream. That dream of creating a kingdom that was separated from the world- it twisted him, let him become more selfish. One might say that Tak was once a nice fellow, but his desires and foolishness twisted and corrupted the man, and the distaste from others only worsened his mental state. The man only had one regret, and that was his inability to let go of the past. Perhaps, he thought, if he had learned to let go a long time ago.. things wouldn’t have turned out this way. He would still be with his family, and his wife would not have made an attempt on his life. He wouldn’t still be a forgotten soldier, fighting a war that had already ended years ago. Why? Tak, the one who did not deserve it, was one of the last people remaining in his old unit. Not even his cousin, the former captain survived. He wanted to live, but not like this. This was not worth it, watching his friends and family fade before his own eyes. He wanted a way out- he needed a way out. He knew what he needed. Tak stopped, realizing that him and his companion had reached their destination once he had snapped back to reality. His final resting place. A woman’s hand slid open the metal door, and Tak stared down into the darkness for a short and brief moment before slowly descending into the dark cavern lined with chilling stone walls. She would lead him into the darkest depths of the cave before gesturing in front of her. Tak glanced towards her for a short moment before nodding, circling around and standing in front of her. He slightly lifted his head, muttering something under his breath; ”I want to live.” The old soldier thought that he should have at least leave this world peacefully, not by some blade of cold steel or with the taking of another’s life, as he had done so many times before. Tak turned to face the woman. “Thank you.” He spoke in a brief and grateful tone. The room began to grow extremely cold as crystals of ice and snow formed on the ground and surrounded Tak, the chilling frost glazing over his armor. He let out a shaky breath of cold air and shuddered a bit before the ice began to expand rapidly and grow multiple dense layers over Tak’s form, soon consuming his body entirely in ice over the course of just a few quick seconds. His head would still be exposed, crystals growing over his neck. ”Sleep well, Tak.” The woman quietly said. Tak closed his eyes as the ice grew around his head, his consciousness fading as fully encasing him in the cold structure. His final thoughts would be of his childhood- playing in the endless, green fields by himself. Alone. Like he always was. ”I plan to.”

cake sword gang

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Fyodor reads over the draft carefully before smiling under his helm, signing his name.

A wandering soldier taps the edge of his sheathe against his armored shoulder as he reads a poster in his hands, remnants of the poster still stuck on the wall from him ripping off the poster. He’d roll it up and place it in his bag, shaking his head.

A lone soldier hugs the sheathe of his sword over his shoulder as he sits out the rain under a large flower in the King’s Isle. ”All Ves does is take. It never gives. The ‘Golden’ City is nothing but a Fool’s Gold.” He muttered under his breath. ”Goodbye- Paul, Emigliana.”

So long Xalid, you were one of my favorite mods Good luck with the real world, i wish you the best

Is it? My bad, reply edited.