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"Not all of them will show up in this test. But they will gradually make their way into future versions to meet the Captains."
The Wanderer
"These are the folks who best embody that 'Sea Hamster' vibe. They're wild and unconventional, they adventure when they feel like it, cause trouble when they feel like it - living life to the fullest!"
Isabella
"She's not just a stunning siren like beauty, but also a sharp witted intelligence broker. There's no piece of information on these seas that she can't get her hands on."
??? (Evil Cat) saw some people call her Kitty
"And the other one is evil cat, the lookout on the Wanderer. She gets grumpy when she's hungry, which is pretty much all the time. So, even the Crimson Baroness, she'd dare to go up and take a bite out of her.
The Dawnbringer
"The star fleet of the Sea Eagle faction, personally led by Wang Yu himself. Every member is either a top tier elite or a eccentric genius who marches to their own beat - bottom line, none of them are to be trifled with."
Ranbo/Blue Wave Band
"On stage, they're these rock and roll rebels, but off stage, they're just regular folks working jobs in Orbtopia - talk about a stark contrast it feels so true to life!"
Black Baron
"They go for that elegant gentleman vibe - all about law, rules, and decency - using order to enjoy the romance and riches the sea has to offer."
Fantasy Troupe
"A sincere and cheerful sea based troupe. Plus, the members are like a big happy family, but also super in sync partners on stage - tied together both and off the set, sharing this incredible sense of bond."
Sea Burial
"She's a very unique, blue glowing puppet. Rumor has it that lucky onlookers will encounter an azure butterfly at night, and by following its lead they can witness Hai Zang dancing under the moonlight."
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I haven't drawn in a while. I just haven't had the time. Well, I finally managed to get something done!
I used to draw in Krita. But I decided to try drawing in Photoshop, and it turned out not bad.
Maybу...
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SUMMARY: Amid ruins steeped in stillness and memory, Symonnet and Adekin share a love that defies their fate. Yet when duty calls, they find themselves torn between loyalty and feelings, standing on opposite sides of the same inevitable end.
⠀🥀⠀En unas ruinas marcadas por la calma y el recuerdo, Symonnet y Adekin comparten un amor que desafía su destino. Sin embargo, cuando el deber llama ambos quedan enfrentados entre la lealtad y el sentimiento.
⠀⠀The stream whispered beyond the ruins, threading its murmur through broken stone and sighing softly through the leaves of nearby trees. Symonnet rested against a cold, crumbling wall now claimed by creeping flowers. Beside him lay his small wooden harp, ever his companion and over a low stretch of stone, which sheltered him from the wind, his clothes hung drying after his bath.
⠀⠀Droplets clung to his hair, glimmering like scattered diamonds in the fading light of the afternoon. He closed his eyes, surrendering to the gentle touch of the breeze upon his skin, and began to whistle a quiet melody. Then footsteps. His heart quickened and his hand reached, instinctively, for the dagger at his side.
⠀⠀When he opened his eyes, he found not a stranger but Adekin, the king’s knight. Yet he bore none of the trappings of duty, only a simple white shirt and brown trousers. Symon let the dagger fall and shifted slightly, making space beside him.
⠀⠀"You nearly frightened me to death" he said, reaching for his shirt, attempting to cover himself, more from unease than modesty.
⠀⠀"If I had meant you harm, you would have known at once. This is no matter for jest" Adekin replied, his voice steady, almost severe.
⠀⠀That unyielding composure unsettled him and yet, he loved it.
⠀⠀"What brings you here, then?" Symon asked, turning toward him, brushing a loose strand of golden hair behind his ear.
⠀⠀"I wished to see you".
⠀⠀Adekin’s fierce presence belied the tenderness of his touch, the quiet care in his hands, the softness of his lips. A gentleness that lingered like a dream, one Symonnet clung to in darker hours, moments like this, far from the ruins, when distant cries and chaos seeped through shuttered windows.
⠀⠀Now Adekin stood framed in a doorway, clad once more in gleaming armor, sword in hand. Symonnet remained seated, his gaze never leaving him.
⠀⠀"So, the moment has come" he said quietly, settling into stillness. He would not run.
⠀⠀The armor rang softly with each step Adekin took. Before approaching, he closed the door behind him.
⠀⠀"You were meant to leave, why did you stay?" His voice trembled with restrained emotion, sharp with something that bordered on anger, yet rooted in grief. "You gave your word."
⠀⠀In the dim amber light spilling from outside, Symonnet saw the glint of tears threatening in his eye.
⠀⠀"If one of us had to be the traitor, I chose that burden" Symon answered, rising, stepping closer. "I could not bear to see you condemned." He lifted his hands to Adekin’s face, their foreheads touching. “Nor could I accept any end but this, dying by your hand."
⠀⠀El agua del arroyo sonaba como un murmullo más allá de las ruinas, susurrando entre los escombros y silbando entre las hojas de los árboles cercanos. Symonnet estaba apoyado contra una pared fría y derruida de la que las flores habían comenzado a apoderarse, junto a él estaba su pequeña arpa de madera que siempre lo acompañaba y sobre un muro, que lo resguardaba del aire, estaba su ropa colgada mientras se secaba después de bañarse.
⠀⠀De su cabello colgaban pequeñas gotas de agua que brillaban cuales diamantes con las luces de la tarde. Cerró los ojos dejándose llevar por la agradable sensación en su rostro y comenzó a silbar una melodía. Fue entonces cuando escuchó unos pasos acercarse y mientras su corazón se aceleraba, estiró la mano para alcanzar la daga que siempre llevaba.
⠀⠀Al abrir los ojos descubrió que el intruso que se alzaba ante él no era otro que Adekin, caballero del rey, pero no parecía estar allí por asuntos de la corona, pues iba vestido con una simple camisa blanca y unos pantalones marrones. Symon soltó la daga y se movió ligeramente hacia un lado, dejándole hueco a su lado.
⠀⠀──Podríais haberme matado del susto ──dijo estirándose para tomar su camisa, tratando de taparse para intentar enmascarar su nerviosismo.
⠀⠀──Si hubiese querido hacerlo lo habríais sabido en el momento, no es un asunto con el que se deba bromear ──respondió con más seriedad que la que el comentario había tenido en primer lugar.
⠀⠀Aquella faceta seria e imperturbable le sacaba de quicio, pero al mismo tiempo la adoraba.
⠀⠀──A qué debo vuestra visita pues ──preguntó orientando su torso hacia él, estirando los dedos para colocarse tras la oreja un mechón rubio que caía sobre su rostro.
⠀⠀──Deseaba veros.
⠀⠀Su apariencia feroz y aterradora no reflejaba la dulzura y la delicadeza de sus besos, ni tampoco la calidez de las manos que le acunaban el rostro y lo abrazaban con cariño. Una sensibilidad de ensueño que siempre se empeñaba con recordar en los peores momentos como aquel, lejos de las ruinas, mientras los gritos y el caos se filtraba por las ventanas.
⠀⠀Adekin estaba en la puerta, vistiendo aquella brillante armadura con la espada en mano. Symonnet estaba sentado, sin apartar la mirada de él.
⠀⠀──Supongo que ese momento ha llegado ──comenzó a hablar acomodándose en la silla. No iba a huir.
⠀⠀La armadura resonaba con cada paso que daba y antes de acercarse se aseguró de cerrar la puerta tras él.
⠀⠀──Debíais haber marchado como acordamos, ¿por qué no lo hicisteis? ──sus palabras abandonaron su garganta con desesperación, casi con rabia que en realidad no era más que una forma de manifestar la tristeza que sentía en lo profundo de su corazón ──. Era una promesa ──añadió aferrándose con fuerza al mango de su espada.
⠀⠀Symon pudo apreciar bajo la tenue luz anaranjada que provenía de la calle como su ojo se cristalizaba, lágrimas amenazando con salir.
⠀⠀──Si alguien debía de ser un traidor, prefería serlo yo ──le respondió mientras se levantaba, dando un paso hacia él──. No habría soportado veros condenado ──estiró ambas manos hacia su rostro, uniendo sus frentes ──. Ni tampoco podría soportar otra cosa que no fuera morir en vuestras manos.
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