#ysra

Cracked Stones

Hold Ky gently like burger.

It perched on a small finger of land above the water at the northeastern tip of the island, facing the rising sun.  Behind him, the sun was vanishing over the western horizon, night coming on.  The tiny shrine commemorating the lost of House Kyvare was simple, not ostentatious at all, but wax coated its stone shelves, the floor.  Hurricanes of red and blue and silver and gold sparkled in the dying light as he finished the climb up the hill.  Below, waves crashed against the base of the cliff, the first faint harbingers of a storm still hours away.

Tyr knelt within the shrine, his eyes sliding shut.  To his left, on the north side of the tiny memorial shrine, stood a dozen flickering candles. Ahead of him, facing east, stood even more.  A sigh escaped his lips as he stared at the flickering flames, settling down against his heels, ignoring twinges of pain, of old aches and fresh discomfort.  It was those things that reminded him that he was still alive—something that the men and women represented by the candles around him no longer were.  They were just memories, some faint and fading, others raw and close.  Some he maintained out of respect for his parents, his grandparents, remembering people he never knew himself but still understood were important.

These past few years, he’d found himself adding too many of his own, representing people he’d known, loved, lost.

He set another candle, lit it, then settled back again.  He stared at the flickering flames, lights in the gathering darkness, lights to push it back—lights to remember and lights to forget.  Lights to remember the good times and to forget the pain.

His gaze flicked between them—the brightly burning one with lavender embedded in the wax, the braided blue and green and black that burned low, now—he’d need to replace it when he came next—the fat green and gold one that was newer than most, not much older than the one with the lavender.

Another sigh.  A tear tracked down his cheek.

Tyr closed his eyes, humming the first few notes of a hymn.  His voice rose in song, soft at first, growing stronger as the night deepened.

Waves crashed below. Someday, they would wear away the base of this bit of land and it would fall away into the sea.

But it was not this day.

...THIS GOT OUT OF CONTROL, BUT ITS FINALLY FINISHED 8,,,D

Honest to god tho LBR were it not for the inspiration I got from @annchovi for their comics and my love for this session in general, I would have literally not finished. AND THEN I HAD TO DO THE EPIC BIT WITH YSRA AND SAUREN CUZ FUCK THAT OWLBEAR. It was too fanciful not to draw most of what happened. (THere are other things I wanted to add but we know that would be more than five pages good lord;;;)

I’m still laughing at Taerim’s charm moment looking like some goddamn anime. L M A A O O Taerim is mine

Ysra is @amor-al’s

Perhaps Romena forgot to throw this image of a younger Phaeith out…?

Romena was digging through some of her old belongings and stumbled upon an eye-catching photo Phaeith had once given her. Rome had been leaving the camp for a week to receive new orders, and Phaeith knew how to give a proper going-away present to keep herself on Rome’s mind.

They were memories of the past, but pleasant ones. Rome looked over her shoulder to the woman who was part of her present, sitting on the bed and writing. “Hey babe, want to see a picture of the Imperator when she was still young, silly, and... okay, well, more or less the same, but less blonde?"

Berserk sketch I based off a Zarya drawing from Overwatch (included) free sketching is my weakness so this was nice practice at least. Love how it came out.

<Time strained, ticking down to the last grain of sand, many trails weaving further the web of our stories.>

..To my Drasnia family, though only the brink we’ve come across our journeys, you have all left me with laughter, tears, and downright shock as our adventure unravels. I look further to what more pages we read, and what mysteries there are to unveil before us.

Happy Holidays loves.

(also wanted to play with the beautiful stylings of DA:I’s art, because ya’ll deserve it for being so awesome. Also, a fun note, there are two more that will go with this set - two very integral characters - but I wanted to get the group out at the very least)