“Behold!” cried the Divine Metronome as He smashed the Prince to splinters. “Behold the wrath of lost Ald Sotha! Know death at my hands, false-son of a false-father!“
This is an overhaul of a piece I made in 2018. Here’s the comparison!
And closeups!
I saw the WIP ages ago, I am so happy we can see the finished one too. I was worried if we will. :) Amazing work!
Here’s Celemir from my good friend @smeatactular’s incredible fic, Roamer Red! I can’t say enough good things about her writing. Here’s a little snippet:
He doesn’t know how much his life matters to him, having faced battle alone time and time again. A century long passed; he still hasn’t found a purpose for himself in that time. A mercenary who’s lost his way, as the others described him. A roaming knight. More of a vagrant, if you ask me, others said, thinking he couldn’t hear them with his back turned. It’s accurate, though. Maybe, that’s why he’s here on the fringes of the Empire and Tamriel, deep in this temple overlooking half-frozen, ancient seas. Maybe, none of this matters, not anymore.
There’s another phrase that could describe him now, one that speaks to the blood that finds his heart.
3/10: Edited the art to make it lighter. The contrast was better on my iPad lol
Did You Know: Although Daedric Lava Whiskey sets you on fire after drinking it, its healing properties more than make up for the damage it does? Similarly, while it also paralyzes you, the Dremora Lord it summons will keep you safe until the paralysis wears off. However, it remains a mystery why the bottles it comes in are labeled “BeeR”.
