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was really unhappy with how the Halloween illustration turned out I decided to pay it back by doing art of some of the as of yet undepicted characters! Picrel is Crimson Dove.
>Ask the girl about herself“So, you’re an elf, eh? Are you guys different from humans or is it just the pointy ears?”
She smiles, “We are the children of the Wind. We bear Her gift, the gift of <Longevity>.”
“Hold on, hold on- gifts?”
She nods, “Each god’s children bear a gift from their creator, and a propensity towards their magic and their faith. Well, it’s not unheard of for a child of one god to worship another, though.”
“So, wait, having more div- er, mana- isn’t a natural trait?”
“Well, it is and it isn’t. The longer you live, the longer you have to <Breathe>. Thus elder elves can achieve heights of magic unthinkable to humans.”
“Oh. Um, this might be a sensitive question, but, do you have any other family? Friends?” You feign guilt, “My journey and my goal are.. treacherous, to put it lightly. If I fail, you may be caught in the crossfire.”
“I am already dead, miss,” she declares, “You have me at your disposal. I swear it on the Wind.”
You decide to take that as a no.
“Who else is there, anyway, besides the Wind? Your gods, that is.”
Her eyes widen- she seems surprised at your lack of awareness, but continues regardless, “Amongst their midst, the Dreamer is the greatest and oldest, the first to awake from the Khaos. Then, the Light, and her twin, the Shade. Then, the Spawn of the World: the Sea, the Wind, and the Caldera. Finally, born of the sparks of divine war, the Roaring.”
“The Roaring?”
She nods, “The roaring and the flash, when the three of the World clash.”
Ah, you think to yourself, she must be referring to electricity- thunder and lightning. You are rather curious as to what parts of her rundown are myth and which are genuine history of their world’s divinity.
“Is there any way to speak to one of the gods?”
She shakes her head, “The Children of the Sea insist that their father remained behind to watch over them, but they haven’t heard his voice in generations. As far as the world is concerned, they are merely indulging in a desperate fantasy.”
