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Shambling, groaning, their advance is unending. Long since he’s given up his attempts to thwart the kill order given unto him by his commanding officers; yet they kept coming, and they kept rising and approaching. When the final shell-casing dropped and he realized he was out of
And onward into the fray he did travel, far away from his dying encampment that he called home. The cold winds whipped at his form, weak and puny in comparison to the awesome power of the storm, and the snow stabbed what little of him was exposed as though it were millions
You have sought that which is wrongful to seek, thusly you have earned the attention of those who gate keep such things. As you thumb through the pages, the presence grows still stronger.
“The time elapses still faster brothers. Our walls may shake, but they shall never fully crumble; akin to our will they are unbreakable. It has been days that we have spent starving, nearly till our armor does not fit, but we shall stay steadfast. Their catapults may batter us,
'Twas midday when the roguish escapees had stolen themselves to a small clearing, within which they sat together and rested so they may acquire some peace, energy, and vigor.
I wanted to draw this in a higher resolution but that may wait for later, for now I want to at the very least get these guys out. This is sort of their basic summer night operations type look.
Fuck it, because I made it tonight too have a knights dueling drawing, as a treat. Kinda rooting for bascinet guy on principle of liking his helmet, coif, and coloring scheme.......................