𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔩

also, my favorite reminder: andruil is naturally 6′6″ and made of Steel. why fight people w/ magic when you can suplex people into oblivion. 

andruil: [dramatic pose]

Now, I’m not saying Andruil would wear armor that looks like it’s made up of the various trophies/bones from kills to intimidate her foes, but she would. All topped off with a dramatic shoulder cape. 

( Also where’s the wicked helmet designs, seeing as her true face was forgotten?? )

I’ve read a few theories that the material Andruil uses from the Void is red lyrium/the blight, and I’m probably going to use this theory on my blog just so I have something of substance to write about when it comes up.

   When Mythal took Andruil’s knowledge of where the Forgotten Ones dwell, a little more was taken than just that. As powerful as they are, gods they were believed to be, such exact knowledge cannot be ripped out of the mind as if it were a page in a book. Ever since that encounter, Andruil’s capabilities both mentally and physically wavered. It made her grow bitter and frustrated, and enhanced her greed tenfold. She resented her mother, and the heretical ideas that were born in the depths of her madness lingered. 

   That’s the cycle of life. While Andruil loved the thrill of hunting challenges, she didn’t waste what she killed. Meat was harvested and trophies were gathered. Her hunts nourished her as all hunts should, and hunters are expected to provide nourishment back to the ecosystem when they die. If nothing can be harvested from a hunt, then it should still be conducted with something to gain. For example, a poisonous beast is hunted and slain because it posed a threat to the people.