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Mediocre Art Nook- Pay what you Want- Updated 8/12
Illira replied to Braeya Vilheim's topic in Artisan House
Nice style! *follows on tumblr* If you feel like drawing a Roe... I'll lay a few screens of Burned Cypress down here for you -
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Compliments Galore! Compliment The Poster Above You!
Illira replied to Y'lani's topic in Off-Topic Discussion
Berrod's avatar makes me swoon whenever I see it. Those muscles... mmm... muscles... -
So... I did a thing and I figured that I should post it onto here because its ARR related! I'm trying to get back into doing art on a routine basis, because I've lost a lot of my art mojo by letting it mostly sit for a few years now. My elezen, Illira in all her sketchy glory!
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Cypress shakes her head, chuckling slightly, "We will see." She steps towards his voice, "Do try to keep me from stepping in anything too terrible."
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Cypress smiled a little bit at his enthusiasm, "What in particular did you wish to know? I will try my best to teach in it. Some of my own tribe liked to keep things close to their chest, but I would like the opportunity to spread our knowledge if I may. I have had little opportunity."
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She nods understanding, "I have no reason to go speak with this tribe of those things. I will warn you, that that may not matter... Most lowlanders do not enjoy my company under any circumstances it seems. I just do not wish to be alone in an unfamiliar place without a guide. It... has not been very long since I lost my sight."
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"I... hope you do not mind if I follow." Cypress says, her jaw tight as her head casts downward.
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Cypress shook her, "Its too personal to them. They refuse admit the truth of things themselves so that they may cling harder to the lies." She stopped speaking then, considering what she had heard the man say before, "You said... Your arm is broken, will it be alright?"
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"They will be found again with time. That does not worry me." Cypress looked out blankly in the man's general direction, "I am glad at least, to have perhaps found someone who understands that those died should stay dead."
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Smoke escaped from her mouth as Cypress took in a deep breath, recognizing that her wrath served no purpose here now. She pulled her aether back into her center, the cracks and fissures along her skin which served as a manifestation of it slowly retreated back below the surface. Along her arm, where the elezen's knife had cut, there was no blood, only what looked to be a cauterized wound. "He is gone by his own sort of magic."
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She could breath easier, without the restriction of the cloth wrapping its way around her torso and arms, "Do not think you will find yourself welcome at my side again, Meggido."
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Cypress wriggled against the cloth binding that refused to catch fire and simply burn away as it should have. As these undead should have. Why it was not the custom in these southern cultures to cremate their dead, she did not understand. Her strong arms were not enough to break that which had wrapped itself around her. "There is no where they can go that I will not find find them," she spat out to the world.
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The roegadyn's head turned towards the old man's voice, "You are a fool to interfere," she proclaimed, bringing her hand up to the bindings that surrounded her upper body, flames rose from it, licking at the cloth as they tried to gain purchase.
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The piece of flesh cut from Cypress's bicep fell and scattered like ashes when parted from her. The long scarf bound her arms to her as it closed around her. Her head moved about as if to locate the source of the immobility, "Ulanan," She shouted, "Cease this at once."
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Cypress stepped forward, obstinately ignoring pleas to the contrary, she bent down, feeling for where she thought the undead she be.
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Another fireball followed the first as Cypress shouted at Ulanan, "I will not. And you will not stand in the way."
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Cypress, listening to fairly unfamiliar, yet sane voice of K'ile drew up on her aether, encouraging flames to manifest in her palms. She thrust them in a mass towards where she'd heard the voice.
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"Age does not excuse ones actions. She is a danger and is responsible for not only the death of innocents, but the shattering of a voidgate. She plays with the order of the world. By bringing people back from the dead when their time has expired. There is no acceptable excuse for what she does." Cypress said, standing a few fulms away, her head not quite looking straight at anyone.
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It was not hard to find the group in the dark, not with all the noise that they made, but Cypress was aware that there was far more than Thal or D'aijeen there. So she approached with a lit hand, as if to feel for someone.
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Cypress straightened out of her kneeling position, she stepped out onto the cooling glass. Crossing over it, her boots eventually settled into the sands as she neared the voices. Her skin looked as if it were made out of embers, set aflame to burn like a trunk of her namesake. "Why you dead cling past your time I cannot understand," she spat out to Thal in particular, "Unless maybe you are so far from voidsent after all."
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The sands around Thal's feet as he pushed away began to melt away into liquid glass, Cypress had stopped pouring aether into the desert, but after a point, the sands carried the heat themselves, eventually peetering out.
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The fire went harmlessly over Thal's now downed form. Cypress heard scrambling, and grunting, but it seemed kind of all over the place as the miqo'te was knocked away. She knelt in the sand, head moving about for images that she couldn't see. So she sunk her hands into the desert sands, spreading heat into the sand, melting it.
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Cypress's hands thrust outward, propelling another fireball in Thal's direction, as assumed by where he'd pushed himself off from her much larger body.