PYRE FANART HOW TO
Jodariel knew how to make it not taste so old and stale. Tonight was stew night, something made out of all the leftover bits from the week. The door opened of its own accord and the guards stepped in and Barryl ran out and then it was nighttime. Barryl had a penchant for sly cat troubles. Jodariel told him he had to be good and brave and take care of the twins Tommeth and Lomi because they were still babies and Barryl too. You can tell a lot about someone by their eyes, Jodariel once told him.
The guards knocked and Hedwyn saw them outside the kitchen window, the monstrous grey helmets shielding their eyes. His name was Dremner and his beard was big and red. One of the table legs was broken and the neighbor two houses down was going to come by and fix it today. Jodariel had been sitting at the kitchen table before they came in. Hedwyn was not the eldest but he was the most mature, and when they all woke up at the first light of dawn with two dark-faced guards it was Barryl who ran out of the house crying and not him. Barryl was the eldest at 14 but Hedwyn was the most mature even though he was three days short of 11. Erisa taught me that much, at the very least.” “So I did.”Īnother might have taken his light tone for nonchalance, but Oralech can see the tension in his roots, hear the creaks in his too-stiff movements. Volfred hums in response, his focus on rearranging their Books and raiments. It’s an exceedingly unpleasant feeling, Oralech remembers well, like being puppeteered rather than guided – and that’s not to mention the headache that always followed it, very much like the one Hedwyn and Jodariel just described. “You kept too tight a hold on their minds.”īrighton sometimes did the same, when the stakes were high and he did not trust in the other members of his triumvirate to secure victory. As a trained physician and seasoned conductor of the Rites, Oralech knows exactly what ails them. Volfred is uncharacteristically quiet, and Hedwyn and Jodariel retire as soon as they reach the Blackwagon, both stating a blooming pain right behind the eyes. He is happy about it, even if he cannot quite muster the energy to show it right now. This victory brings them one step closer to realising their Plan, and he should be happy about it. So, with that said, Happy 20th birthday Phantom Investigators, you deserve at least a love letter.Oralech cannot compete, and he cannot go free, but it is not just about him and his freedom – it hasn’t been about that for a long, long time now. How to try to respect the source material in writing fanfiction, how I draw, how to just be myself and enjoy what I like best. This is the result, even if I draw less PI (or LwL) stuff to focus more on my forum projects/OCs/just more shows I like too or don’t post on my main blog about it, my attitude towards this show didn’t change! It improved me on a lot of stuffs. Since end-april, I more or less secretly worked on this project of making as many drawings as I can for its 20th birthday, and not just with the main gang, but with some of the ghosts and monsters, along with some small reference to the show’s lore or small bits of dialogues. Today is the 20th birthday of Phantom Investigators and despites being only a vague childhood memory, I just COULDN’T ignore making at least a big contribution about it.
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