#blademaster

[theblindarcher]

Armor that carries on the King of the Skies' legacy. Half-body of a Rathalos armor Monster Hunter. Made as a charity goal for #GFG2025!

[okaydrawboy]

Orc Blademaster !

[maldrea-shoots-stuff]

Hi! I love your blog and your photography has been incredibly useful over the years (and some of your scenery shots are gorgeous). I was wondering if you have any good photos of yiga armor

also I hope you are well

Thanks for thinking of me!

Here are some references on my computer. Some are my screenshots, others are scavenged from the internet. My apologies for not being able to provide original resource links.

[yon-tsu-de-ichi-tsu]

[bronzeandsage]

Way of the Blade

I am Fenrag.

Darkness is all I see. It is not due to blindness. Or a sense of my own blood betraying me. Now I see darkness by choice. The old cloth wrapped about my eyes for the last few days has long since dried from the initial dampness that my master had applied to it. My face is turned up toward the sky as I catch brief flashes in the darkness of red, white, and yellow. Is it the passing of the day? Or perhaps a flight of birds crossing my path? I remember well that moment of relief from the suns oppressive might on my homeland from a day ago. But it was fleeting and gone, perhaps that itself is part of the lesson.

I am unsure of where I sit, my body exposed to the elements naked to the winds, sun, and earth leaving me confused but unafraid as to my whereabouts. The only thing left to me has been my sword, encased within it’s battered wooden sheath it rests on my folded legs as I sit at attention. The final word that first morning having been in the harsh and low tone of my master, Ronakada, “Wait.”

The air always tastes dry, the sun is unending for hours, and the earth is dry and sparse beneath my naked body. Each day I awaken in the same place yearning for that damp linen of the first day as it’s coolness had keep the burning from growing to strong. Now it is day three. My tongue slides from my mouth and licks at my scarred upper lip, the bits of sweat all the nourishment I have had as I sit and meditate in the wilds. It is lacking and my body is growing weak.

How long must I wait? Why do I wait? I can get up and leave whenever I want to. I should get up and leave. This was a fools errand. Tear the cloth away and head back to Ogrimmar. Rejoin the army fully and go forth unto the world to defend and honor the Horde against the tyranny of my peoples former oppressors. There is honor and glory waiting if I just get up and take it!

But I sit. I wait. I am a warrior. No, I am beyond a warrior. I am Fenrag, one of the last of the Thunderlord blood. I will not betray my ancestors honor. I will not run from this challenge. I will be blademaster.

The fourth day rises. I am tired. My hands rest on the sword in my lap as I do my best to keep my head held high, but it has been a long night and soon to be a longer day. I am glad for the steel in my lap as it supports me in these long hours of wait. My right held tight to the oil and sweat worn hilt, my left holding just the same to the dry wood of my scabbard. Am I failing? I must be, and death is my punishment. But I will not leave this. If I am to die here, so be it. I will die with honor.

Night is falling on the fourth day, and my body is weary as I wish only for sleep but the sun falling behind my head brings coolness to my face of night. I have face the rising sun and slept as it sleeps. Sleep will be welc…

Twilight fills my blurry vision as I look out into the coming night, my shadow splayed across the ground before me with the dwindling heat of day behind me. My shadow is not alone, as the rage of my forefathers fills me with new determination and the training of my master springs me into action. My thick body rolls forward with a low growl rumbling in my chest, I tuck into my shoulder and turn on my knee in the dirt to face my new shadow. My thick hands have already shot about to bring my sword to bear though not drawn, as steel is only needed drawn when blood is ready to be drawn. The shadow is much like my own though leaner and longer thanks to the dying light of day.

“Arise, Fenrag son of Sevlaz. Arise. For your training is continued.” The orc before me is older, but not so that his topknot has grown grey with age or his beard. He is dressed sparsely, for travel and swiftness; resting across his back is a long thick blade of those of my heroes. His eyes are red like my own birthright, though I know he has seen in a haze I will thankfully never know. “I am Mankrik, and today we shall reap the Warchief’s will upon our enemies. Arise for the night is just begun.” He turns and starts down from the mountain. I blink a moment, rise and follow to find my destiny.

[imjiahn]

If you're missing the Compendium entry for the Yiga Blademaster, I'm happy to help.

[rainbowsarah12]

"Journey to the unkown- Part 10"

Painted in AdobeIllustrator and Photoshop.

[thequeendomhq]

THE FADED ~

NAME. UTP AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30+ SPECIES. Cambion FACTION. Legion of the Dead & Warrior's Guild ( Blademaster ) OCCUPATION. Legionnaire

You would not walk the path of the dark. Though temptation lurked at every corner, you were an orphaned child who did not know of your origins until your infernal form erupted around you. They’d have sent you to the Iskaran mines when you were still just a child had it not been for the kindness of the orphanage’s mistress. Instead, she sent you along the path of a trusted friend to be trained in the blade under the shadow of Valkyrie’s Crest. In the mists surrounding Nordheim, it was possible to conceal anything, and a warrior could rise in notoriety and fame. Trusted companion of jarls, warrior on the field of battle, a face seen guarding ships or fighting for just causes on foreign soil. Your home would always be Iskaldrik, and you were revered until the truth of your existence spilled forth. Your vile secret and the taint of your heritage corrupted the honor that you had worked so hard to build, you thought your destiny was once again for the mines, but instead the witcher took some reverent pity on you. You, the folktale for children across Iskaldrik that aimed to rise from their circumstances to earn the coveted title of blademaster. A sword like yours would die in the mines, so instead, they sent you North to Nornwatch Tower, where you’d stand at the edge of the frigid world and protect the realm from the encroaching Blight. A dying tower and a forgotten legacy, it was your fate to wither away here until the pilgrimage of Iskaldrik called you for aid.

CONNECTS

THE TORN, and THE OATHSWORN: Fellow legionnaires of Nornwatch Keep

NOTES

TQH: Troupe 2 - Living Stone

this skeleton is currently open.

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[swordsofwarrior]

Muichiro Tokito Demon Slayer Sword

[okaydrawboy]

Warcraft III Orc Blademaster

I know the folklore Orc variant won the poll but I have no idea what I'm doing for that yet so chew on this for a bit please

[celilholi]

That one baddie and the swordsman from soda dungeon 2

[yon-tsu-de-ichi-tsu]

During my trial of prowess.

[bronzeandsage]

Fel Hunger

The canyon resounded with guttural howls and fierce roars sending a surge of dread to grip Fenrag’s heart as he stumbled along the canyon to his knees in exhaustion. His breath was coming in short heavy gasps as he leaned forward to rest on his hands as well, sweat mingling with blood as it ran down his face. He knew the blow to his head was worse and his swimming head was only getting stronger as his pursuers continued in their hunt of the wayward warrior. His armor was heavy, his warblade was heavy across his back, everything was heavy as he blinked slowly and tried to steady himself.

“Breathe, just breathe a moment,” Fenrag heard his own slurred voice offer some kind of reassurance in the grim situation. He had to get his head straight and get moving again, the Bonechewers would not be far behind and would never give up in their pursuit of their prey. Closing his eyes once again he would suck in a deep breath and use the momentum to push himself up to his feet and stumble forward. In his stumbling Fenrag began to search behind him and finally grasp the hilt of his sword, pulling it free of the strap with a grunt. The scabbarded blade struck the canyon floor as a makeshift cane, he hated using his blade this way but his body was failing faster than his pride.

His footfalls thumped into the cracked red dirt as he ran along, his hand idly reaching up to touch the top of his head with a wince of pain and fear at the wetness coating his palm. Fenrag swayed where he stood at knowing the amount of blood was not a good sign and the dull throb stretching down into his neck and back meant even worse news for him. He wasn’t going to make it.

“To hell with it, I’m done running,” Fenrag spoke aloud to himself again as he began to pull and yank at his breastplate, finding it growing heavier by the second as he stopped to lean against the rock wall of the canyon. The plate hit the dirt with a clatter that echoed in the growing quiet of his chosen place, grimacing he would breath in deeply from his nose and try to stand up straight. He’d die on his feet and in battle, one hand grasping the hilt of his blade and the scabbard in the other. The blade sang as it broke free of its wooden home, the steel shining bright in the growing shadows of the canyon as the wooden sheath clattered against the dirt.

Grasping the hilt in both hands, Fenrag squared his feet and took in a deep breath to clear his head. Closing his eyes he let his other senses begin to fill the gap of his sight; tasting the dry air, feeling the soft leather of his sword hilt, smelling the blood from his own wounds, and finally hearing the gibbering fury of the Bonechewers as they drew closer.

“Well what do we have here? Little greenskin get lost?” A guttural orc’s voice came from the other direction of his pursuers. Sword raising, eyes following Fenrag would find another band of red skinned orcs of the Fel Horde, their mutilated appendages giving away quickly who they were. Shattered Hand.

The lead orc who had spoken raised a wicked scythe hand to point at the warrior, “Take him.”

Three red orcs roared and charged at their green skinned brethren, their black mail jingling and clanking as they raised bladed prosthetics in their attack of the young would be blademaster. Growling and adjusting his footing he waited for the first foe to reach him, by now hearing the cannibalistic hunger roar of his first hunters.

[coffebits]

I just couldn’t resist the urge to draw something based on this by @samthecookielord 😂 Isn’t that comforting 😂

[axotempus]

Remake of a comic I did a while back. I got this idea after wondering how the Yiga powered their constructs when they didn't use Zonai batteries. I took inspiration from one of Kohga's attacks in Age of Calamity. Sooga put the poor Blademasters to work ever since Kohga was fished out of the depths. (This is their punishment for being lured out of their posts by suspiciously placed bananas.)