#void walkers

Last two drawings are from years past. Images in order of newest to oldest. Oldest was in FireAlpaca.

Void Walkers are a very mysterious and secretive people, little is known about their physiology. They don’t seem to have arms, interacting with objects mainly through some form of telekinesis.

What people do know about is their cool robes, the clothes they never willingly remove. These robes come in many colors, textures and styles, often layered for extra interest.

While generally amicable, Void Walkers tend to keep to themselves when they can, avoiding unnecessary conversation.

Dakkor himself actually doesn’t mind idle chitchat and casual friendships, but the influence of his people’s culture has led him to become testy when speaking with other races for more than a minute or two. Whether he is aware of it or not, Dakkor will never admit he enjoys the company of a diverse group of people.

Hmm, I’m thinking the green part of his robe is a sort of hand woven texture? Like somewhere between those friendship bracelets knotted from several colors of string, and knitted fabric. The vague leafy pattern comes from the multiple colors of thread it was made from.

I definitely want to go for a more stylized ocean pattern on his blue layer, which is probably like dyed/printed. The gray under layer is just a large thread weave. The purple cloth is made of fine thread with gold embroidery, I’m not entirely sure how the ties coming off it work, but this is a wip so who cares?

I really love the decorations on his “tail”, adds a touch of his true character to his otherwise very strict and rule abiding persona.

“Hi!” He stops a shifter, who wishes they could shift into such a grin. “I’m wanting to meet Ver and Dolan and they need a lot of hugs and -.”

“Jay.”

Jay turns, and stares at Cookie. Cookie eats a cookie. 

“Uhm!”

“There are - certain rules about where you are allowed to be,” Cookie says. 

“But you’re not me?” Jay asked, studying the human in puzzlement. 

“I am - an expy, of sorts.”

“Oh, like the resin?!” 

“.... somewhat. I have the hugs for them in this story.”

“You do?!”

“In the future, yes.”

“But a Jay has hugs all the time!”

“Yes, but you -.” Cookie eats another cookie, almost nervously. “Dolan would try and protect Ver from you, which would mean finding hurt inside you.”

Jay scratches his head. “That might be hard cuz jaysome!”

“Dolan could do it. No one wants that to happen, which is why you can’t visit this story.”

“Oh.” Jay lets out a hugey sigh. “I’ll come back later when you’re gone!”

And Cookie is hugged, and left to stand alone in a hallway. ‘I don’t... plan to go anywhere,” Cookie says. 

The Sigil

Discovered in the bowels of the lava caves in Bears Grove, this sigil was used by the necromancer called Dorokova to hide their meddling in the dark arts, and their growing number of ghouls. It was created by their lackey, Yerith, a drow that has attempted to murder the party on more than one occasion, and has a history of working with powerful necromancers for unknown ends.

Carrying this mark, or using it to cover an area where necromancy is being practiced will hide the deeds from the very watchful eye of the Void Walkers.

“I would not call it a savaging.”

“Not on your end, no. You never raised your voice or were worried; you did however insult Krieg’s command style and listed ways in which PathOne would be entirely unlike earth and how command structures that worked in the navy did not fit for a starship, let alone one designed to start colonizing another planet. For a spur of the moment discussion it was reasoned, biting and General Krieg will be spending at least a year recovering from your words.”

“He was a fool. I have a limited tolerance for people who wallow in ignorance; General Krieg had access to all of human history in his comm unit and had achieved the rank of general without considering how combat in space would work, what weapons we would need to use and how to make certain that the military could serve as an instrument of peace.”

“You did talk down a group of rioters even after shooting one of them.”

“It is easy to kill another human being, but there is seldom any value to that. No one learns anything from being dead, and the sum total of human experience and understanding is lessened. Teaching security for PathOne better methods of defusal and non-combat weapons and methods of dealing with passengers was the most viable option. A cursory look at the history of stalled craft – from airplanes to cruise ships – would have provided more than enough data for the general to realize that the military goals he espoused were not about saving lives but about killing enough civilians to intimidate the rest into fear.

“That was, and remains, a phenomenally stupid use of resources, and I told the general as much.”

“And then you shot General Krieg in both knees, I believe.” “I proved the general’s point. They were demanding I leave the class and had the rest of the class roused to their side, which was a perfect rioting situation. I shot the general, as they would have intended me to had General Krieg been leading an actual riot. The action only turned the class against me, which again proved my point despite the fact that I only shot to wound.”

“You would have killed the head of security?”

“You would not have, to keep your secrets safe?”

“I never have before,” I snapped, and headed to use the shower rather than keeping talking.

Sometimes Dolan scared me.