#drask

Daedra showing off one of her favorite things, to her other most favorite thing~

A grand city built by a noble people, and watched over by a royal family.

They were all children of a god named Mithala.

The Mithalans immortalized their god's noble visage in stone and built many statues honoring him throughout Aquaria.

For hundred of years, the city of Mithalas stood strong... Providing its inhabitants with long, fulfilling lives.

If only the vision had ended there...

If only every Mithalan had been noble...

With the comforts and safety of the city, came a new calling... Eternal life.

The Mithalan priests, who acted as Mithala's mouthpiece, saw the coming of a greater god.

A creator, who had designed and given life to each of the gods.

A creator that would eventually destroy their entire race, as he had so many others.

The priests delved deeper into the hidden secrets of the verse to escape the bonds of mortality.

But the powerful magic they discovered came with a high cost...

They bound Mithala in chains and began drawing out his life force to power their song.

They executed "heretics" one by one, forcing Mithala to feast...Upon his own children.

Mithala began to change.

His mind sank into the simple, dull anger of a beast.

Eventually, he stopped shedding tears as he ate.

The hunger had consumed him.

The rot inside Mithala's heart grew. His body became bloated and deformed.

His flesh began to spread throughout the city, polluting the waters.

Drask, the prince of the Mithalans, had seen his family die...At the hand of the priests and their mutated disciples.

He confronted the priests, and though he could not prevent their escape, he did discover their secrets.

Practicing isometric pixel art.

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Un hombre va por la calle en bicicleta. Un periodista se le acerca corriendo.

- ¿Va usted en bicicleta? - Claro, llevo años pedaleando sin parar. - ¿Y no se cansa? - No puedo cansarme, tengo que seguir pedaleando. - ¿Para qué? - Para avanzar. - ¿Hacia dónde? - Tengo que ganar. - ¿Ganar qué? - A los demás. - ¿A quiénes? - A todos. - ¿Para qué? - Para ser el mejor. - Y después ¿qué va a hacer? - Pedalear.

General is a good couple ranks above Commodore, which is where everything changes and you no longer have your family name attached.