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Meet Relic, the Warforged Juggernaut Barbarian (Path of the Gaint).

One of the many constructs of Ythryn, warforged once out numbered thier Netheril masters four to one. Titus served as a gladiator turned revolutionary, fighting for thier own will against the mages that seeked to erase and control them. Failure brought with it the destruction of that past, Titus's memory altered, his name changed to Colossus as he was sent back into the arena to entertain. This was where he served until the city's crash landing over three centries ago.

Relic is the name the frost gaints gave him. The magic of the Frostmaiden awakened him, giving him life but it was these outcasted gaints that gave him purpose once again. He stayed with them, learning thier runes, growing himself to match them. Tho, he barely came to the height of thier youngest, a toddler that could easily toss the poor warforged around like a ragdoll. It hardened and perpared him, but nothing could have made him ready for what would happen when he found the wreckage of his kind. The age of his artifical mind wavers the enchantments of the past. With every artifact and ancient ruin he finds, he slowly dispels this clouding force in his metal skull, piece by piece. It was his path to learn more of his dual past and to find the true of these fragments.

It was Easthaven when he first met the party, joining as thier loyal guardian. He's made quite the name for himself over the past month. He has come to find companionship with the kalashtar space druid named Luna, tabaxi pirate called Bird and air genasi beast tamer known as Kalani. A close bond he formed with a fellow servant of Ythryn, a voistral desinated as Larrk. With them, he has come to be one of the heroes for Ten-Towns fight to survive Auril's Wraith.

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Meet Larrk, the Ethonal Blooded Voistral. He serves as my Icewind Dale Party's companion.

Made up of the excavated cores of the voistrals servants and rangers that had been summoned by the Netheril mages of Ythryn before the city's crashlanding. After his brewing and reawakening, Larrk's sole purpose was serving Vaelish Gant and remembering his previous lives to recount for historical documentation. After Vaelish was arrested for treason, Larrk wandered through Ten Towns as a stray familiar and pest by the commoners. By the time the Frostmaiden reign begin, the voistral had already slinked away from society, hunkering down in abandoned dwarven mines. There he would remain, hibernating through his body's limited lifespan until stumbled upon a young dwarven scout who would had ended up taking the creature home after misidentifying its body for a large gemstone. Larrk was given a new name, a nice little scarf and a little too much ale, turning its crystal hide purple instead of blue. He dearly misses the scout but after a wight had split one of his cores in two it has trouble remembering thier friend's face. But he remember the technology of the ancient mages and the Red Wizard that burned them.

The party found him in an egg-shaped amulet of containment that was worn around Dzaan's neck as he burned on the stake in Easthaven. They freed him and gave him shelter, Larrk was even able to remember the face of the warforged barbarian, Relic, from thier past lives as servants of Ythryn. Though small, he's a fierce defender and emergancy healer of his new unit. At least, when he's awake and not curled up in a ball within the fluffy hoods of their jackets.

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Vex Hetz Sunburst met a rather gruesome fate in being slashed by a dragon, accidently thrown off of a cliff by Mogrin and then the eldritch horror trapped inside her finally ripped it's way out of her corpse. Humans have no afterlife and oblivion awaited her soul, from a lifetime of imprinting, her memories persist in an abberant mind.

It wouldn't be so bad if she didn't remember things she shouldn't, like how her ruined body had tried to crawl back to them, to her party, to her friends, her new family. Vex wishes they understood why she could not allow the wyrmlings to live, she wished she could explain herself and the danger they were in. In the end, she could only tell Dougless how cold his blade was when it pierced her exposed heart.

It's oddly lonely here, dark. Not much light, she has to make her own. It's cold... she wishes she could make fire. She wishes that she hadn't listened to Mogrin, she wishes that she had just taken the egg when she had the chance. She would have use that power to protect them, right? No... no those were Viktor's lies... his corruption of her mind... well Viktor was just that, a piece of her, an imaginary friend she created and bestowed godhood to.. a response to trauma... just a response to childhood trauma...

It sure is quiet, she wished Viktor was here. At least even with his "I told you so" attiude would make her feel less lonely. He wasn't wrong, despite everything she did for them, they got her killed. She bent the fabric of time for Dougless, to bring him back moments before his untimely death. Mogrin was only after the dragon's patreonship, he didn't even stand beside her when they confronted the dragon...

No, he came... the clumsy fool turned to an aspect of the wind and knocked her from the dragon's grasp. It's not his fault that she fell... her neck hurts... her bones... they feel scattered... why is everything so light... where is she again?

Right, she is where she belongs... nowhere... or maybe somewhere... ah... she can't even hold herself together... just a bundle of psionic feedback that still thinks she has reason to exist.

Her magic fails... human again... not quite able to bend this place... or flee it either... she tries again... and again... and again... she wants to scream... she doesn't have a voice anymore...

She curls up, closing socketless eyes. She remembers a time when her dad brought her home... after the cult... after all the lies, the torture and the magics... a day she named herself in a way... or well just part of the ritual chants the people in hoods and bird mask used to say... "Vex Hetz" was the only part she would remember until she would passout from the pain... it was the time she first let him comfort her, his cape over her shoulders... it was soft and fluffy... it was warm... the closest thing to an embrace she had ever recieved. Or at least remembered...

She opens her eyes... still nowhere... she sighs... there is no ground here... nothing to grab... nothing to hold... it is cold again... she stretches out to see herself... not much left of me... she holds her broken body tracing over the tattoos... only two from her childhood were the the chest and back... she could finally see the one back there now but... it felt uncomfortable to twist her head back like that... not painful... just... wrong... although what is right about this situation... only one seal was broken... not that it matters... her real body was destroyed...

Is she real? Am I... she not I... stop that... no I refuse, where am I? She is looking around, there is nothing here... a blank canvas... I should not be here... can I go back... or have the roles been reversed? Am I now your prisoner...

She waits... and waits for an answer... there is none... she is alone... right? No... there has to be someone else... she can hear them right? Or is that just her? Is she the one narrating herself...

Stop that... you won't trick me... she holds her head... it falls apart... skull shattered on impact... there's a hole on the right side of her face... where Viktor used to live... please just tell me I'm not alone...

There isn't an answer... though there should be one, shouldn't there. No where is completely devoid of life, right? She wishes her friends were here... she wishes she could stand beside them, hug them, hold them... tell them sorry... sorry for...

What? For being a harbringer? I-I have always tried to not... to fight against fate... I just... I'm not evil... I can do good... right? Dad always said I had great potential for good... he's not a liar... I can't let him be a liar...

Damn it, Mogrin... why couldn't you stay out of it... had to be dramatic and show up... and get me killed... just like you did with Dougless... should have seen the repeating pattern... thanks a lot... I guess it's my fault for trusting you! For being gulible enough to think the universe will let me be anything but a harbringer... well joke's on me now! I can't laugh anymore...

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Please... I'm sorry... I didn't mean that... sorry... please don't take that personally... I just... I don't know if I would try to embrace you or strangle you... not like I did either often enough... it's so cold here... I'm just angry... no... that isn't the right word...

Heartbroken... well Dougless did certainly destroyed Vex's chance of revival... he had to do it right? I, no she was causing the dragons to go into a frenzy... am I still me... Vex... right... although I guess without a soul... without magic... and without anyone else here... I guess I'm nobody now...

Why does that hurt... oh... that's right... nobody is coming to save me... nobody... nobody is... my eyes sting... I don't have eyes... I can't cry... why can't I cry... please just let me scream... let me sob... I can't just hold this... it hurts... just let me go!

There is no answer... she is floating... she is nowhere and she fears that whatever she was has been forgotten... please let me talk to someone... I know... I... she... we weren't the best... like we were willing to let an entire city be razed to the ground by the dragon... all for the arcane potential lying dormant in that creature's eggs... sure it may have depowered the protective field... it was only a temporary problem... she could have always reverse time again, right?

No... that's wrong... stop... that's why Mogrin had to stop you... Viktor is to blame for that... no... we are, we let ambition and fear rule you... you have to cling onto everything or anyone you find... you can't let them go... you can't lose them like dad... I really miss him...

I really miss everyone... Aera, Korxan, Dougless and even Mogrin... from the amethyest dragon to Dougless's tiefling friend... she... can't remember thier names... please don't tell me that I am fading? Is this really the end? No wait please... I don't want to die... I really don't want to disappear... I can't be forgotten!

She isn't going anywhere... maybe that's somehow worst... she just here now... forever... gods this is... boring... can I do something? I was able to pull Viktor from my mind and embed him into the bones of dieties long past, what is up with this place... my magic doesn't work quite right... my heart... no what is this light from my chest... huh...

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Light armor concept for my helldiver oc, Kova "Roach" Grimad.

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Lurker, Voistral Ethonal, Ranger Variant

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Voistral Depressant, Stalker Variant holding a baby diety.

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Kova "Roach" Grimad

A veteran creek crawler, she was a Space Cadet when she lost both her arms and an eye from shrap metal after a laser struck the belt of her GL-21. She continued running missions afterwards, then meeting her spouse after reaching the rank of Death Captian. Kova filled her C-01 forms, enjoyed her materity leave and now returns to active duty. She rarely dives anymore perfering more backline roles, her armor usually reserved for ceremonial and training purposes. She'll get your logistics sorted, but don't call Kova an automaton conspirator for her appearance and especially don't insinuate that she got all her fellow divers killed. You might just find yourself on the receiving end of a mean left hook.

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Swamping with Cletus

Audio from

• RubixRaptor, "The Deranged Gator Boy Experiance | Escape from Tarkov", July 15, 2022 https://youtu.be/FtJyG5dOG7g?si=po7aHq2smVe6bY85

• SOS Soundscapes, "Lousiana Bayou ambience: Nature sounds, crickets, frogs, mosquitos and banjo and vintage blues.", March 19, 2023, https://youtu.be/QCjeQofXY1A?si=vdVK2b5zrFs9b3k1

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A few light scouting mechs I made in concept art.

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Character concepts

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Meet Larrk, a Voistral Ethonal, 1/4th of a Ranger Variant.

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Ten frames of clean up animation.

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Leaf Falling Animation