“So, there we were, clinging to the side of an ancient Quvunti city as it careened through the skies, sneaking along a narrow ledge, avoiding the attention of a crystal dragon, when-”
Aidra, here pictured telling Cool Adventurous Stories to his niece, Bebe.
“The first theories about paranatural powers considered them as separate entities from the holder, but this is not the case − the archetypes and analogies used by powers to generalise abstract phenomena are subjective, and-”
“Ah, welcome, welcome! Do you have an appointment to challenge me to a duel to free the Isles from my iron-fisted rule? No? My assistant could pencil you in, if you’re keen.”
I had fun redrawing Athraxis’ helmet-crown-head thing.
“Between you and me, I was chosen to lead the Guild due to my good looks.”
Lord Aloysius Bargirniav, ancient nosferatu gnome, head of the Night Guild, the more reformist sect of so-called ‘night creatures’ in the city of Absardra.
“Your ancestors feared me, and couldn’t destroy me. Give it time, maybe you’ll have some descendants one day, to fear me too.”
Return of this dude and his great smugness.
