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Didn’t draw him since 2011.
August 17, 2025 at 3:28 PM
Didn’t draw him since 2011.
Help. I dont want to draw this anymore 🥲
August 14, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Help. I dont want to draw this anymore 🥲
LORIASEL://Record_223 — Encounter: Self Before the Fire
Enkarion drifted through a dream that bore no weight.
His body - if he still had one - was now like an afterimage, an echo of something that once existed but had passed through fire and ash, through rituals and joining.
Enkarion drifted through a dream that bore no weight.
His body - if he still had one - was now like an afterimage, an echo of something that once existed but had passed through fire and ash, through rituals and joining.
August 9, 2025 at 11:58 PM
LORIASEL://Record_223 — Encounter: Self Before the Fire
Enkarion drifted through a dream that bore no weight.
His body - if he still had one - was now like an afterimage, an echo of something that once existed but had passed through fire and ash, through rituals and joining.
Enkarion drifted through a dream that bore no weight.
His body - if he still had one - was now like an afterimage, an echo of something that once existed but had passed through fire and ash, through rituals and joining.
Sometimes I forget this ever happened 😆
August 6, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Sometimes I forget this ever happened 😆
Journal of Alicus Moeris
13th of Midyear, 3E 409
Border of Valenwood and Cyrodiil
The day began like any other. Misty, quiet, no sign of wildlife. The forest was oddly still. I heard no birds, no rustling leaves. Only my own footsteps and breath.
13th of Midyear, 3E 409
Border of Valenwood and Cyrodiil
The day began like any other. Misty, quiet, no sign of wildlife. The forest was oddly still. I heard no birds, no rustling leaves. Only my own footsteps and breath.
August 2, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Journal of Alicus Moeris
13th of Midyear, 3E 409
Border of Valenwood and Cyrodiil
The day began like any other. Misty, quiet, no sign of wildlife. The forest was oddly still. I heard no birds, no rustling leaves. Only my own footsteps and breath.
13th of Midyear, 3E 409
Border of Valenwood and Cyrodiil
The day began like any other. Misty, quiet, no sign of wildlife. The forest was oddly still. I heard no birds, no rustling leaves. Only my own footsteps and breath.
Song of the Fading Light
written by Maphel Ar’Vel – chronicler, found in the ruins of Celeban Tharn, words woven with memory, and memory – with light.
written by Maphel Ar’Vel – chronicler, found in the ruins of Celeban Tharn, words woven with memory, and memory – with light.
August 1, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Song of the Fading Light
written by Maphel Ar’Vel – chronicler, found in the ruins of Celeban Tharn, words woven with memory, and memory – with light.
written by Maphel Ar’Vel – chronicler, found in the ruins of Celeban Tharn, words woven with memory, and memory – with light.