partially as an apology for flanderizing her in all my GILG jokes lol, here’s Lirra (also an opportunity to test my new cintiq so I went.. kinda more overboard than I intended uh)
the commander was the bright-eyed child of a dragon minion, raised to defeat the elder dragons. they are one of hundreds of their kind, never intended to be more than mindless thralls. mordremoth is their mother’s creator, but mordremoth feels no affinity for the sylvari. it tears their minds apart and repurposes them as it sees fit. the commander retaliates, tearing it apart from within. all the way until the bitter end, mordremoth refuses to acknowledge its fate at the hands of the child of its child.
aurene was the bright-eyed child of a dragon minion, raised to defeat the elder dragons. she is the only surviving one of her kind. kralkatorrik is her mother’s creator, and kralkatorrik recognises her. he sees her potential. as kralkatorrik is being torn apart from within, he talks calmly with her. sympathises with her. asks gently for an end to his suffering.
as kralkatorrik is dying, he says to aurene:
“Child of my child. I only hope you never have to kill what you love.”
after finally leaving behind the trauma of the maguuma campaign, just to be shown how gentlya meeting with one’s elder dragon creator can be resolved… i feel like this would utterly break the commander’s heart.
the commander never receive the closure that the scion did, but the scion will never know her own siblings. at the very least, they have each other.
Very busy background and basic screens, but I only noticed today the big ol’ moon that spins around in Divinty’s Reach which made me think of the poster I drew of Pép!
All of sudden - Cathay, our rp master’s sylvari mesmer. She is the one actually pulling the strings in our Elonian game (not to mention king Joko of course), though no one still met her ic in person. Truly mesmerizing.
Long time no see as i was coping with sea sylvari concept, because why not?
Like, you know.. what if a great tree, but underwater somewhere in Siren’s landing? What if some strong amount of unbound magic once weaved together with an old sea plant, thus giving birth to sentient creatures, both adapted for underwater (hi krytes, you cool) and shaped to human-like form at will to walk orrian grounds? What if they once met Pale tree’s sylvari landed here to cleanse Zhaitan’s pollution and watched them long from the sea surface before starting a cautios chat? And seagulls were crying dramatically??
Well, all the ”what ifs” inspired me quite badly, as always, so here he is, one of a kind, a friendly (not quite) seaweed of Orr.
some art i put together for lorelei’s toyhouse page! the left is a crop of a slightly larger drawing and i’d like to refine it a bit in the future, but for now i just wanted something colored for the profile
