Arlen | The Chemtech Crystal
@zaunitecrystals.bsky.social
The Zaunite underground pit fighter. A bodyguard if you pay him enough.
[ @yordlepride.bsky.social ]
Ah, the Zaunite junkyard. What was supposed to be a quiet place soon erupted with chaos as screams and pleas of mercy from humans came from there.
The reason as to why they were yelling? A pale green yordle was busy punching the ever loving shit out of them.
Ah, the Zaunite junkyard. What was supposed to be a quiet place soon erupted with chaos as screams and pleas of mercy from humans came from there.
The reason as to why they were yelling? A pale green yordle was busy punching the ever loving shit out of them.
February 13, 2025 at 3:53 AM
[ @yordlepride.bsky.social ]
Ah, the Zaunite junkyard. What was supposed to be a quiet place soon erupted with chaos as screams and pleas of mercy from humans came from there.
The reason as to why they were yelling? A pale green yordle was busy punching the ever loving shit out of them.
Ah, the Zaunite junkyard. What was supposed to be a quiet place soon erupted with chaos as screams and pleas of mercy from humans came from there.
The reason as to why they were yelling? A pale green yordle was busy punching the ever loving shit out of them.
[ @darkmageyordle.bsky.social ]
The streets of Zaun were usually filled with people trying to get by, or street thugs looking for their next victim.
And it was home to the pale green yordle, who was on his way home after yet another victory in the fighting pits.
The streets of Zaun were usually filled with people trying to get by, or street thugs looking for their next victim.
And it was home to the pale green yordle, who was on his way home after yet another victory in the fighting pits.
February 12, 2025 at 7:45 PM
[ @darkmageyordle.bsky.social ]
The streets of Zaun were usually filled with people trying to get by, or street thugs looking for their next victim.
And it was home to the pale green yordle, who was on his way home after yet another victory in the fighting pits.
The streets of Zaun were usually filled with people trying to get by, or street thugs looking for their next victim.
And it was home to the pale green yordle, who was on his way home after yet another victory in the fighting pits.