Rems' Hideout

Simons birthname: Matthias

I still like these, but I'm glad to see I've gotten a better grasp on their shapes to get a more comfortable looking result!

--- We meet him early since, as it turns out, he had taken in Nuromai just a year prior and they had worked out a mutually beneficial business partnership since then. All that Nuromai initially learned of New Morrow and its culture- its people, was taught by this man. But they've discovered early on that Cyrenic Blackbourne is a labyrinthine tangle of secrets, of dangers unknown, and occasional weird contradictions.

And also, time to introduce one of the major NPCs - What better way than by showing some of the shitposts that were made shortly after his introduction - Cyrenic Blackbourne @awkwardosthe3rd has plenty of proper art of this capitalist. We still don't know why exactly Cyrenic absolutely detests Simon.... other than claiming it's because he's poor, unsucessful, uneducated and gay

Yet he held that flame in hands tainted with more than just blood, and shortly thereafter was made an official member. He had entered training out of spite he says... and did not plan out what he is to do if he actually passed - after all, he is a fraud, a fake, he could be found out and executed any day, so for now, better indulge in "vices" as much as possible while he still can! And that is where how we find him session start. --- Some above table-talk- It's been an exciting challenge to figure out how to mix the vibe of plate-armor into a highly industrial / eldritch-sea apocalypse setting, and this was my first draft for his fit! Might be getting my hands on some new armor soon, so get to try a different approach soon

A little blurb to set the scene on how they met --- A priest, a Valr and a Vermyn walk into a nightclub, you'll never guess who ends up getting punched in the face. --- Most citizens of New Morrow of course would guess Vermyn - They supposedly are ungodly creatures that started crawling out from the ocean after the Melantide- when the seas began to turn black; Eldritch beasts large and small, inexplicable in their shapes and behaviors, only useful for their harvestable "Dark flesh", harboring strange abilities. After all, magic is something that cannot be learned easily- so, if you spot anyone with, per say, a pair of spectral hands that can appear in place of 2 missing arms, you'd assume they carry a dark flesh augmentation. However, sailors might disagree with that pick, they know Vermyn can be quite agreeable, some walk and talk like anyone else. So maybe it's the priest; A lightkeeper should be a beacon of virtue, untouched by vices - of course they'd not be welcome at a nightclub, where people come to indulge after a day of worrying how long it'll be before the black sea swallows all. No one would assume a Valr to be victim of such bodily assault - carrying a legacy of providing aid and guidance to humanity, but now few and far between - winged beings of divine blood, but who have fallen not so long ago, their kind dwindling - they'd at most be looked at curiously, entering such an establishment. Yet. Here we are; The Golden Pheasant isn't like most other nightclubs. A Vermyn has been employed there for a long while, working a multitude of jobs under various names. A Priest has become a regular after many months of dancing, drinking and seeking out plenty carnal desires - a well-known secret amongst this community, after all this reckless behavior would get him executed if found out. And a Valr entered one day - looking quite out of place of course, prim and proper, not well-versed in this side of society at all - they found some things they didnt expect to find, but also dug in places they were unwelcome to. Who could've guessed?