#khamil

Partial redraw of my old Khamil piece because he deserved a slightly more up-to-date version of my art skills.

In all honesty... this is probably the best piece I've ever done. Close up for mobile below:

I was debating putting it up here or on main, but it's one of my Númenórean OCs so... I suppose it deserves an explanation.

So. Your friend falls, and somehow — he is seen, or his body is identified — and then you learn the king's soldiers came for his little brother. I still don't know whether he was waiting alone, increasingly sure Dirên would never return, when they barged in — or if his brother had arranged for some woman to look after him while he was doing his run, and the poor boy had to reassure her, both knowing that it was false “... don't worry, Mistress Marîn, this has to be a misunderstanding...” while he was led away. I don't know if that woman ever forgave herself for not doing something. Anyway —

You learn, and there is talk among you of trying to win him back, because of the horror of it, but also for your own safety — but it was too long ago; you'd have some slender hope of overpowering an armed convoy, but no one, no one can be rescued from the temple itself. So you take this upon yourself and you all go into hiding, and try not to imagine... —