#feral drunk dragon man crying in the club because he won't stay dead

[m0thisonfire]

Quick before work sketches of my End. characters. I love most of them so-

*main big bad being a fabulous asshat-*

Sybil: oh my gods...

Sybil: Oh My Gods Oh My Gods Oh My Gods Oh I Killed Him-

Watcher: Ah, would you look at that? Good Job! :D

Devanii, absolutely smitten: You're the reason I fight everyday.

Sybil, absolutely done: I ACTIVELY hate you-

Devanii annoyed: I am so fuckin' done with this group.

[m0thisonfire]

It’s a funny story. A long, funny story.

A disgraced prince, Devanii Hellfrost, the pinnacle of his Draconic species, gifted Immortalis and the strength of ten thousand stars by the universe itself. From a young age celebrated and expected to be the best of his kind. Left to rot by the very people he fought for. He had always knew deep down he was a glorified tool…

A tired High Elf archivist, Sybil Jorthar, chasing the old ghost of a broken prophecy accompanied by an annoying exiled dragon who insists he can help. Yes, he’s helpful, but a headache at best. Something is oddly familiar though… hasn’t he seen that scar before..?

And a strange creature. Watcher, they call themself. An odd spectacle, masked by secrecy, manipulation, and a magic yet to be documented, finding amusement in the duo’s quest. They mean no harm. To those who don’t deserve it… yet.

And with steampunk, portal tech, and a cyberpunk dystopia as corrupted as their world?

This story… just became a whole lot more interesting…

This is a story I’ve had since I was thirteen.

Let that sink in.

This. These are characters, this is an arc, that I’ve had in the making… for 5 whole years.

I’ve never thought I’d be posting about them, so now introducing my story:

End.

(Yeah that’s it. That’s what it’s called.)

Expect scattered posts about them. Maybe lore, maybe not. It’s gonna be fun though.

For me…