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ruffled-serpent · 5 years ago

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RahgolDok’s Lair Review

@rahgoldov

tons of great dragons below the cut!

I want to begin by saying I love how in your lore you’ve combined parts of The Viridian Labyrinth and The Tangled Wood. I also like how on some dragons, you take a more minimalism approach and just decorate them with a skin or accent instead of apparel. They come out just as beautiful as others. I also admire how you have made a home for a bunch of older dragons and have made them look fantastic in your lair.

Qune

Qune is fierce, elegant, and intelligent all in one single dragon. The gold and browns really pop against her dark, abyss wings. She looks like a warrior princess, and I really wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. I also enjoy the subtle detail of the goggles matching her seafoam primary.

Shady

Shady looks like a geode-- and not just because of her accent, but also due to the Garb you chose for her. What I love most about her is the small splashes of green and pink we get from orca and platinum poitox, and I love how the pink matches her eyes just right. Excellent work on this one.

Regulus

I love the saturation of his colors. Adding reds to his yellows was a nice way to keep the color palette mostly warm. The bright opal goes well with the golden highlights in his jewelry. With the combination of flowers and jewels, Regulus gives me royalty vibes. Overall, I feel that it’s rare to see a brightly colored Ridgeback, and this one is so well put together.

Nahkriin

Nahkriin looks like he crashlanded from space and wound up selling lamps. This is one of those minimalism dragons with just a single accent on it that just makes them look stunning. Nahkriin would be beautiful by himself, but with the accent he is breathtaking.

Serg

Serg is a swirling void of shadows. He’s intimidating and fierce, and while his outfit is busy, it really fits with his overall shadow-like look. This dragon definitely feels at home in The Tangled Wood, and I love how you matched him with the Silver Springbok.

Whakawai

I am in love with the blues and greens in Whakawai. She looks like she could be an eldritch horror, or another type of deep ocean goddess. I love your use of blacks here-- with the antlers, armor, grasp, and shadowstrike. The treeshroud is also an excellent touch as it almost looks like seaweed. When I look at her I keep noticing small details that I just love (like the flowers at her foot). Easily one of my favorites from your lair.

Tron

I love how you combine soft and jagged items onto one dragon, and Tron is an exceptional example of this. The blues here really blend together well, and are layered in such a way where she doesn’t seem too washed out or overpowered by blue. She looks to be a sort of mystic warrior, and the nose bandage is a lovely addition.

Eion

I love love love dragons that make use of a small splash of color like Eion does. The browns and greys are showcased beautifully next to that rich red, and the small splashes of yellow from the jewelry, flowers, and summer swelter add a nice detail to the outfit without distracting the eye. He is paired wonderfully with the Laybrush Larcenist. I love the abstract art in his bio, and I’m intrigued by your ability to turn light into something that sounds menacing.

Easar

Easar is so vibrant and saturated. I love the use of grape and green-- it’s almost as if he is a living grapevine. The flowers from the rose thorn apparel is an amazing touch. It feels as though this dragon is literally the border between The Viridian Labyrinth and The Tangled Wood

Kogaan

Kogaan blows me away with aqua and peacock creating such a nice combination. The Sanddune rags and eternal flame apparel give her such a mysterious energy, and I applaud your use of the plasmool apparel which incorporates the staff into the palette.

Torpe

Torpe looks like a fun witch or wizard! The gold from the sylvan and the earring are lovely splashes of color. I didn’t realize he had multigaze at first, and I can’t wait to see if you do anything to show off those eyes.

Myitikos

Myitikos has such a FABULOUS color palette. Blue, brown, and gold all go so well with each other and the plague goat eyes make her seem like a trickster. I’m totally in love with her ghastly design. Lapis python makes it look like she has little blue spirits all over her body and it’s one of my favorite things about the python and morph gene in general. She’s incredibly unique looking, and I think you’ve nailed her look here.

Raddick

I love everything about Raddick. His soft purple accent colors, and how the dried flower items pair nicely with that and the amber jewelry. He still keeps up an intense look with the armor, which is also illustrated in his bio! It’s just a small interaction but it tells us so much about his character. He’s such a great earth and shadow representative!

#rahgoldov #lair review #long post

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eldridgecandell · 5 years ago

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Orcs: Does your muse tend to be protective?

The first child of Nimueh bounced forward in a jumble of metal and bone as it stumbled, one arm swinging loosely to the side as it turned back to the source of its newfound affliction. The second gunshot sent it crashing onto it’s back with a smoking hole in it’s piecemeal armor, offering a perplexed tilt at the cantaloupe sized wound.

“The head Josiah! The head!” Roared an ethereal commanding voice, as the heavy clop of metal shod boots chased the voice followed by a roar of a warrior out of time. Cheryl Duun, wielder of the rune axe Tre Ur Steini and the witch hunter’s apprentice, screams with the strength of her forefathers to smash the heavy stone rune blade deep into the second child of Nimueh sending the hollow form bouncing across the brick floor. The woman bristling with the ancient power leaps to protect her mentor for the vampiric touch of the vampiric hag. “Get away from him, you bitch!”

Strings of glowing blue light rose from the head of the rune axe as the inquisitor stood protectively in front of Eld, facing squarely without fear in front of the san’layn lord. Nimeuh, still enraptured by the psychic feeding of her prey, felt emotion and hot anger at her meal being taken from her as she faced the young woman. The once alabaster skin now dripped with crimson, hair, and skin as she spread her arms wide to howl in the face of these new interlopers. The howl intensified in the closed space as the vampire let loose the primal rage before letting it die with a throbbing intensity, Duun never blinking in the face of evil as she wielded the axe.

Eld behind her toppled to his hands and knees as he felt his world get big and small with each breath.

“I got him!” A new but familiar voice cut through the throbbing noise, strong calloused hands catching him beneath the arms to ease him onto his back. Eld’s head pounded with the screams as he felt the brick catch him below, the face above him familiar in shape but mostly the eyes. His eyes. Worry and apprehension filled them as Sarasam Styrnlock got to work on the wounded inquisitor. She was thick and hearty for a Kul Tiran but had sharp angles to her face like a woman of Elwynn and muscle to back both thanks to her time at the forge. Now she was here and for once he was truly glad to be rescued.

“Fuckin ‘ell, she did a number on ya sir,” Sara muttered her thick hands swift as the rising tide as she dug into her bag for bandages and gauze for the older man’s wounds. Pain was everywhere for the witch hunter, but the pain was good to keep him awake and knowing he was alive. The thin woman’s ministrations had fed her well on his pain and blood, but the amount of blood slowly leaking across his face meant that it hadn’t been enough to kill him. At least not right away.

Gunfire would resume from the direction from hence the women had come, a short figure dressed similar to the older witch hunter though with decided darker hair and spectacles stood his ground with pistols drawn. The pistolier Josiah Nubern was living up to his new found calling, as he stood cool as ice as he unloaded his pistols in the direction of their new foe. He was new to the Order, but seemed to suffer the same losses and dark beginnings many of the inquisitors survived to join in the fight against the dark. Born from ledgers and money lending, a hex culling had stolen his family and friends from him to be conscripted into the soulless blue eyed shock troops the Coven employed. Watching your fiance be split apart by bloated sow had a way of steeling one's mind and deadening the heart. Josiah found solace in the irons and showed it with steady practiced shots at Nimueh.

The lead bounced about as the thin woman fueled by the meal of the older man seemed to slide between the shots as she growled with the inhuman notes of a feral beast, formerly pale face flush with red and eyes wide with hungry horror. The only keeping her at bay though was the mythical axe of the Drust and the chosen wielder who would swing the stone blade through the air with eldritch blue light. Cheryl’s eyes lost in the power she conducted facing the braying nightmare, her feet spread as she would try and press closer to make contact with the san’layn. With each step close and gunfire raining from behind though, Nimueh would slink back further into the shadows of the sewer though hardly relishing in a retreat.

“By the light she damn near scalped you, Eld,” Sara muttered as she pulled a waterskin and began to clear as much of the ruined skin and blood as she dared, her face grim as she worked on him. Eld shivered at the cold water over his tingling exposed skin, his eyes fluttering as he reached forward to grab at the blacksmith hammer the tidesage had set to rest near them.

“Stay awake, Candell. I need you to be conscious.” Sara ordered him again in her thick Stormsong accent, her hands working independant to her eyes assessment. A green vial was drawn forth as she leaned him to rest on her fallen knee, the battle raging about them as she did her job. “I’m sorry, sir, but this is going to hurt.”

A pop of a cork lead a scream from the old man to match that of the vampiress that battled his other rescuers.

Sara grimaced as she pressed gauze to Eld’s head and began to wrap his wounds quickly, her face unflinching in the face of her medical work. “We’re almost done, stay focused Candell.” A shifting movement to the tidesage’s right brought a new problem.

“Mister Nubern.”

“On it,” came the curt reply of the pistolier as he stepped into a guard over the witch hunter and medic. The glass of his spectacles flashing in the low light as he shifted the barrel of one of his pistols on the crawling child of Nimueh, a loud thunder and smoking barrel signing the end of the slave. Stepping forward again to stand in front of the kneeling pair, Josiah would fire the final shots from his right pistol and already swiftly begin to reload, his one word spoken in Duun’s direction. “Empty.”

Nimueh would hear the word as well, as her jaw began to stretch and become more gruesome hoping to chill the hearts of the invaders. What was planned as a meal would become a feast as she let her hand stretch sharpen along those obsidian and crimson caked fingers to slash at the mortal before her. A slash would be followed by an elongated lunge and a bestial cry as she made to tear into the axe wielding inquisitor, never tarrying on what she hoped to find. Rend, slash, and tear were all that the blood mad san’layn could want as her strikes began to increase in frequency and power.

Cheryl growled as she swung and bounced a strike away from her face, another sidestep following as the claws raked at the sewer stones leaving deep gouges to the stone. Her booted foot would slide across the brick again as she pivoted her body away from another lunge turning with the creature as they danced. Nimueh growled again as she began to slash over and over again, gaining a step against the warrior as they found themselves on edge of the dais. A misstep caused Duun to lose a foot in her dodges and swing the axe haft up to catch the swipe of the thin woman’s claws as they struggled against one another. Nimueh’ wide jaw lapsed into a dog’s grin as she bore her feline eyes into the blue lite eyes of the Drust fueled inquisitor.

“I have you now,” Nimueh gargled from her wide throat, the red and pink of the suckering hungered flesh to the pumping blood of the struggling warrior.

Cheryl grit her teeth, her own feral vykryl blood pumping and burning through her into the magical axe as she met the demon’s gaze with flint and fury. She would not scream though, never wanting to give any satisfaction to the monster. But Cheryl would speak, one word in a harsh whisper of an order.

“Fire.”

One. Two. Three.

Gunshots would fill the air as the bullets ripped into the exposed side of the san’layn lady, each silver shot tearing through the supernatural web of chaos that had spawned the dark one from whatever shadow they were born.

Four. Five. Six.

Josiah kept his feet planted firmly and wide as he unloaded each gun at her, stony as the axe and brick below them as his natural aim took over to bombard Nimueh.

Seven. Eight. Nine.

The san’layn howled in pain at the silvered kissed lead that tore into her, spilling the precious siphoned blood and her own former reservoir when she began her attack on Candell. Her clawed hands raised as a feeble shield from the hail of shot.

Ten. Eleven.

“Twelve!” Josiah cried as the final shot went off and he lowered the smoking barrels, his green eyes hard behind glass she looked through his line of fire to see the bloody body of Nimueh. But she was hardly still as faced her mangled fury on the short inquisitor, her shorn and bloody bullet kissed body already scrambling to find the source of her many wounds. Blood black and red mixed among the broken sewer floor as Nimueh charged at the three.

“Die!” The roaring cut of Cheryl Duun as she leapt through the air behind to bring her blazing axe down with the soul-searing fury of ancestors she never guessed she possessed. The rage was at berserker levels as she crashed atop the vampire with a crushing swing, focused and furious as she chopped again and again. Blood, bone, and flesh split from the magical runes that drank in the slaughter as Nimueh barely had a moment to scream before her head was smashed by the flinty edge of Tre Ur Steini.

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