#Loyician Rathwald

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😔

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Absolutely Punchable.

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“There will be nothing left of you when I'm done.”

Got pretty far on this speedpaint and I am pretty pleased with it. More attention to Loyician.  As lax as he was when I first made him, he’s been getting more... well, he doesn’t want to deal with the same person twice, let’s just say.

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I did one for Loyce– If this doesn’t scream ‘Distrusting of others due to being abused for his faults, leading to social isolation and fear of failure and worthlessness’, wow.

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I just want to express I am so happy to have finally made it to a guild combat event. And also failed so many rolls, but survived.

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I was leveling my hunter and then around 2am this sketch idea happened while I wanted to dig into some of the comic materials in CSP.  A character developing goal for her is that she wants to be a true beastmaster. Going about it properly is the journey.

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What he lacked in control, he made up for with tenacity and determination

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More Piccrew maker fun, anime bishie time with Loyician and Nevres

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Estimated height chart for my references :Y

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Trustworthy. @ivalaeth-rivers

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Tonight’s colored sketches of Nevres and Loyician Rathwald

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Accurate

I thought this was supposed to be random

Why won’t it stop being wrong lmao

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Loyician, the Flameweaver

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When the fam that disavowed you for being ‘too zealous’ suddenly needs your help because they were unprepared against their obvious foes.

This is Loyician in BFA so far.

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just short oc rambles with Loyician since I’m playing some mage again. I had been playing with his design, but I believe now the burn scars look will stay as a reflection of what his poor choices have done to him due to even poorer circumstances.

The more I develop Loyician, the more bits of him becomes antagonistic, which is hand in hand with his impulsiveness, which is in another hand in hand with his appearance; he was a fairly handsome lad with a lot going for him, had circumstances been different. Someone who has been through what he has been through has all the more reason to be like he is: self-destructive.

Loyician was not a good mage growing up and he probably would’ve done better outside of the Kirin Tor. He was a bad pupil and failed his studies often, the oldest son of his Archmage father and his big disappointment.  Yet when it came down to needing to survive, Loyician chose to pursue absolute mastery of fire magic because it gave the fastest and more direct result of what he wanted-- annihilation of obstacles and foes.  While fire magic is probably not the most complex of schools, if used incorrectly it has the most destructive accident potentials. Not being refined at spellcasting when he was young and yet focusing so much on using the dangerous school of magic, Loyician’s burn scars are a reminder of his desperation and that he also partially stopped caring about himself in favor of other things.  His fire magic grew to be extremely potent and versatile because it’s nearly the only school of magic he uses, but it can still become uncontrolled to where he hurts himself, but it’s a fine risk to take... Now, Loyician’s motivations and the reasonings behind his inherent hatred and distrust of most around him... another ramble for another time. 

Perhaps it is something just as simple as validation.

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Creative Diplomacy

Short writing: Loyician and his allies are diplomatically threatened/offered to join the efforts of the military, and he does not appreciate the approach.

A meeting of diplomacy, and yet there were no diplomats- only six people surrounding a table in a small room of some overly-decorated, neutral tavern that was the best they could find. The food was notoriously phenomenal at this particular location and it would have made the greatest Pandaren chef melt, however no appropriate amount of cheesy bread sticks would have lightened up the mood between the two parties, even if they were complementary. Specifically having requested that they remain undisturbed in their side-room, this meeting was all about business, first.

“I may lack the honeyed words of the real diplomat, but I am not going to apologize for that. There is a reason I am here in his stead. I suggest you reconsider your position, reconsider mine, and choose your words carefully.” Mildly humble words of negotiation laced with a sharp threat were spoken by such a stern looking man. Bright silver armor polished with such care and decorated with cloth that was Stormwind Blue showed that he was of great importance, or he at least wanted to dress the part.  “It’s a lot more generous than most would give you... in my opinion. Forgiveness is valuable and rare, nowadays. But in joining our alliance, we are willing to given that commodity to even you, Rathwald.” His stone-faced expression showed that he was abysmally dissatisfied with having to play ambassador on the behalf of a cowardly diplomat, but he was not meeting the most harmless of individuals. For more extra security, the captain even had two of his men behind him with their arms on the hilts of their swords. It was a display of both strength and a warning for the other party to behave themselves when addressing this man. 

Across the table, Loyician’s fingers impatient tapped the surface while he waited for this display of bravado to end, but it was painfully lasting. He sighed. “Captain, don’t insult us with your false display of compassion. This offer is anything but generous, and coming to us with your words backed by swords is hardly diplomatic... and very unoriginal.” His face may have been mostly concealed underneath a hood, but his his mouth, with its signature light burn scars was exposed and visibly tightened as he attempted to hold back words he would have regretted. “You’re going to threaten us... aren’t you?”

“Again-- consider your position. People who have done less than you have been executed.” The captain began to diligently examine the intricate design of the plate armor on his hand. 

Tense silence again.

Standing behind Loyician, the Houndmaster, Hannelore, clenched her fist and looked down at her mage ally with no words coming out of her mouth despite opening it to speak. How ironic to try to chastise the regularly snide mage for staying silent and only then to find herself also speechless. Two large red hounds sat by her side, emanating deep growls when they were sensing their master’s discomfort. They waited patiently, anticipating the command to kill these vile soldiers from her red lips. The third man on their side, a silent vrykul-level of a human, Bayer, was not expected to be an exception to the quietness. He rarely spoke at all, anyways-- a trait that Loyician found very agreeable.

Their silence was his impending victory; the captain broke professional composure in favor of smugness and now leaned on the table. “So, do you accept the offer? You can read the terms yourself-- just to be sure.” He slid over a piece of paper, written upon it clearly were the exact circumstances of which the absent diplomat specified. “Regardless of our differences in the past with the Scarlets, there is no doubt that the Alliance could use your skills. We’ve worked together before, we shared common enemies. We share more again.” “Enemy of my enemy, and all that, is only because you’re desperate. If you weren’t, you would still be trying to kill us, or something-- which I’m assume you’re very willing to do.” The hooded mage spoke with scorn in his tone. His hand shakily reached out and dragged the paper across the table inwards and slowly lifted to read it with his own eyes. “Even so, forgive us for being skeptical, but this offer is a pathetic deal that has even worse conditions to go along with it.” He slapped the paper onto the table with his finger running under several specific lines. “For us doing the favor of helping you-- joining you-- we must denounce all previous beliefs and alliances...” He began to speak with extra articulation, “AND take blame for all the bloodshed that was shared between us.”  The mage’s hand twitched. “This is not a request for our help. It’s a demand for our atonement.” “And you’ll be welcomed with your crimes forgiven once you redeem yourselves. Who is doing who a favor?” the captain added. He gave a long stare at the three ‘mercenaries’, the Scarlet remnants, across from him, then glanced at his two men. He closed his eyes. “To be honest, it’s a lot better than you deserve.” The mage visibly tensed up. “Alright. I see. If that is the case, allow me a moment for some creative diplomacy…” He grabbed a quill and began to scribble onto the paper for a few seconds. Across the room, hands moved away from their hilts, seeing the mage prepare his conciliatory acceptance. After the scratching sound of the quill finished, Loyician slid the paper back to the captain. “There is my answer to you.”

The captain lifted the paper, slightly turned it to the side, then forwards and backwards. “Is this...? This is just a scribble of a pig.”

“Yes,” the mage commented. “Yes it is.” he quickly stood up from his chair and lifted his hands in front of him, glowing with arcane energies.

Returning to their headquarters, the two footmen hastily entered the front doors, a large swine in tow behind them.

The diplomat took a few steps back when he noticed the farm animal walking about.  “W-what is this? What’s going on?”  The pig seemed to squeal in an angry response and one of the men slammed a second note from Loyician into the hands of the diplomat.

‘Say ‘please’ next time.’