Just south of the lights at the world's edge, scavengers keep a sort of monogamy with their weapon, strictly carrying the one. Many even go so far as to assign to it name and personality. The traveled world may think this odd, but to those who trawl the Velvet Salting, superstitions mean survival.

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#hellboy in my style ‼️

doodling... thinking about lord of the rings...

A harpoon cast far, far into Jove's heavens struck an angel and yanked her down to earth. She wept where she fell, and her tears flooded the world. The first Saint of Opal was named, and so too was Angel Island, forever adrift.

And what of sunken Trinacriad, the golden land flowing with malted rivers? For all its gilded wonders, it must have been quite the blemish in the Squidfather's eye. Is it any wonder then why Avery, then 19 and already captain of a growing mercenary band, chose this island to send beneath the waves?

whimsical fellas

brand new spell