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Spear

Yarehtar

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Artwork: AI Generated/Influenced

"Yarehtar!" He is fully himself again.

Spear Strike

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Artwork: Artscreen

Coeldazar in the midst of combat, striking out with a spear.

A Nightmare Becomes a Dream

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Story

With all these nightmares and the past chase on the trek to my house, with my training started to really teach me how to deal with threats, I believe its time to deal with these nightmares. I did my chores, anxious to get to rest, hoping that the nightmare will happen again. Dinner was good, as always it is. I went to sleep quickly, and soon descended into the same, dark, dimly lit, forest that I was in before in the other nightmares. This time I was with a lantern by my hip, shield on my left hand, and spear in my right. I was ready to face my fear, or at least attempt to.

A portrait of Fhlynn, in his current self.

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Artwork: Artscreen

{OOC: This image was originally a DeviantArt artwork, but has been edited (several major/minor changes), and altered on Photoshop all rights go to the creator of the original base image: Marzin Lamya}

This is a portrait of Fhlynn, in his current state - That was painted by his father, Hidharan, Haran for short, as a gift after his victory in a street-duel against, the now late, Ser Beowayn Arbad. While he was almost killed in the matter, as was Haran - Fhlynn came victorious through the use of his superior agility, and the constant mocking of Ser Arbad.

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DeviantArts/My own input

Shaping a new spear

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Screenshot: General screen

Eofeole carves himself a new spear, which is certain to slay many beasts.

Alagreg's Awakening

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Diary

Hear the wolf howl, and in the distance, a haunting reply.

Birds make their feast on the first of the spring berries,

stalked by a feline form. Water falls furiously,

urging the current against my legs. I wait, and listen.

I hear clearly. The wind, whispering amongst the trees,

seducing them to the weather's bidding. Silence.

Then thunder. Trees mutter and bustle,

II - Wrath of the Spear

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Story

Eofeole had been marching carefully through a marsh, where he stepped in puddles every now and then. He had no idea where he was, or where he was heading but that did not bother him. His objective was to make his way out of the bog for that day but he stumbled upon and enemy of his people, a Wildman, Dulanding who was hewing the skull of an Goblin within the Marsh with his axe.

 

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