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SPOILER FOR A SPECIFIC BOSS IN THE NEW DELTARUNE CHAPTERS!!!

an observation on similar vibes.

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btw, am i the only one that thinks these two share look and vibe? especially after seeing the knight in chapter 4.

honestly even the themes are kind of similar.

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Just finished slay the princess. Amazing game, masterpiece, made me want to pick renpy again to make my own text adventure.

Then I did the first thing I always do after finishing something that I loved, the fan works. Now, most of the fanarts I've seen are beautiful, creative and inspiring. But, since I'm the same guy that obsessed over elves ear rotation and falin's height, I have to say something:

It seems that all of you seem to default the long quiet as an enormous, towering creature compared to the princess, when im my view, almost every canon iteration of two, especially in the pristine cut trailer, you can clearly see the them being the same height and roughly the same size.

To be clear, not saying that is wrong, it's fanwork, you can do what you want.

Just...it made me think.

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Another update on this really, really long term illustration i'm working on uhuh

WIP of an illustration i'm making for a friend.

figured that since i'm taking my time with this, might as well post the wips in the meantime uhuh.

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A commission for two draconic themed firearms for their dnd character (draconic within the client specific terms, not really a generic style uhuh).

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A couple of mascotte designs for a TTRPG local event (the theme was scifi and the organizer association as the "kraken" as their main mascotte). Yeah, we defaulted to the "two factions at war in space" trope. but it was fun uhuh.

I mainly did coloring, rendering and composition, another artist within the group did the lineart.

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WIP of an illustration i'm making for a friend.

figured that since i'm taking my time with this, might as well post the wips in the meantime uhuh.

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But I have nothing to fear! For the blue bird is with me.

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🌿 Help Us Find Peace Amid the Chaos 🌿

Hello, friends.

My name is Mohammed, and I'm reaching out from a place of unimaginable hardship. My family, like so many others in Gaza, is struggling to survive each day. The conflict has taken a heavy toll on our lives, leaving us to face a grim reality, our home has been destroyed, and we are left with nowhere safe to go. 😔

I am the father of three beautiful children, and as a parent, nothing is more painful than watching your kids grow up, surrounded by fear and destruction. Mirn, Bark, and Mariar are the light of my life, but they've never known the joy of running through a park without fear, or playing freely like children should. ❤️

We've reached a point where staying here is no longer an option. The walls that once sheltered us now stand in ruins, and hope for a safe future is fading fast. We dream of rebuilding, not just our home, but our lives, somewhere free from the daily fear of war, where my children can sleep peacefully and smile again. 🕊️

But we need your help to make this dream a reality. Your support means more than just money, it's a lifeline. It's a chance for us to begin again.

Every Act of Kindness Brings Us Closer to Safety. Your compassion can help us escape this nightmare. We are asking for your support, no matter how small, to help us start fresh, away from the violence, away from the rubble, and toward a place where my family can heal and grow. Every dollar you contribute is a step toward hope. 🙏

Thank you for standing with us in these difficult times. Your kindness can help us rebuild our lives and find peace again. ❤️‍🩹

With sincere gratitude,

Mohammed and Family

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A collection of custom tokens i made for my friend (the other players in our Dnd campaign) and one for my new character (the barbarian gnome biollante, here represented with her warpick Pisquillo).

If you like what you see and my like the idea of a custom tokone too, feel free to reach out for a commission!

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BARBARIAN and FIGHTER foldable character sheet!

I managed to make a new custom character sheet, mostly due to the fact that i changed character and wnated a new one for myself uhuh.

But not only did i make a barbarian and a fighter custom sheet: given that my character is a multiclass (barbarian-fighter, original, i know), i wanted the sheet to reflect that, and so i've uploaded also the third option, as shown in the image above.

If you might be interested, you can find the files to print it yourself here:

In case you end up using it, please, let me knoe! i'm always curious about how others experience what i make!

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Swordtember is coming up and this year I am going off of my own prompts list, all suggested by my Patrons!

I cannot wait to get to work - this challenge is long and, well, challenging, but it's gonna be a lot of fun!

If you like to join in, tag your posts with #RBSWORDTEMBER to distinguish from the main swordtember tags, and so I can have a look and see what you make!! ⚔️

And, what is swordtember? The challenge is to design one sword a day going off of these prompts! You can draw, write, 3D model, crochet, sculpt - just make something cool and sharp!!!

You can do all month long, you can just do your fave prompts, any sword is a good sword!

The main focus is HAVE FUN! I have met so many awesome artists through this challenge the last 2 years and it is really a lot of fun to join in. But yeah, I'll see you all next week for day 1 - UPGRADE

Good luck! May your forge be hot, and your steel sharp! 🗡️

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SWORDTEMBER DAY 1: UPGRADE

The Inventors Blade Mk. II, of folded light and gleaming ichor 🌱🩸 “This was long overdue an upgrade.  My personal growth in understanding how Ichor works and interacts with our technology has allowed me to enhance the strength of the sword, essentially tempering the blade. Whereas its predecessor was prone to “glitching” and had a weaker, segmented body, the Mark II is a single unified blade of folded light.  The emitter can now hold multiple charges, allowing for six distinct unsheathings before needing to be refuelled. This revolver system can be reloaded with a vial inserted into the sliding hatch above the active chamber. Empty glass casings will be ejected from the rear of the weapon, which I can hold onto and refill when I get back home. As for the plants, I’m not too sure about how they got here. The more time I spend ■■ ■■■ ■■■■■■, the more linked I feel ■■ ■■■■ ■■■■■. I feel like it knows me - are these plants my own creation? Or something it has given to me as a gift, plucked from my own subconscious? I’m close to understanding how this all works, I know I am. I can feel it in my chest.  For right now, I’m gonna focus on the fact that I have a cool new laser sword, and go test this thing out! (for research purposes, of course) :] ” C:BIO/SPROUT/LOGIN/GREEN_THUMB/MEMOS/“10reasonswhyishouldbuildalasersword_2.doc”/

It begins !!! I am so excited! You guys will see stuff earlier so happy early swordtember :D this sword is from last sprout, an upgrade to an existing sword of mine that you can see here! I hope ur as excited about this month as I am! (also go check out @last-sprout ! A couple of this years swords are gonna be from that universe!)

You can support me on Patreon for £1 and help me make stuff like this!

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Finally finished, an illustration of my Dnd character, Biollante Daughter of Toc.

She's a barbarian-fighter that wanders the land with her trusty companion Pisquillo, a talking warhammer, in search of his missing memory and to enjoy life after centuries of war.

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My barbarian gnome Biollante, The character i'm playing as in our current Dnd campaign, now with finished linework and values. Later on i fully intend on coloring her, but least now is finished enough.

She's a generally gentle, jolly and passionate woman who, vastly preferes to not be part or initiate conflicts. despite that, given her history as a war veteran and general life experiences, does not shyies away from confrontation if needs arise. The barbarian aspect comes in the form of a magic power left to her by her adoptive father, a stone giant, which transforms her into a giant to protect her when in rage.

The other peculiar aspect of her the warhammer she travels with, Pisquillo, a sentient object that can also talk, but only Biollante understands what he's saying.

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Thoughts on Mistoborn (Era 1)

Ok, so, as promised, the nitpicks/preference post. I wanted to wait for the excitement to cool down, but if i wait more i'll just forget everything. so.

SPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOILERS, BIG, HEAVY, MEATY!!!!

I'll just blurt out a list of things that i didn't like/left me concerned:

The Lord Ruler ""redemption" I thought this was going to be a more controversial take, but i've seen many other express the same feeling already, so cool. Basically, the way they talked away the evil Rashek did under his rule reeeeally left me with a disappointed. understandable, yes. all the things the characters say about him are contextually right and informative, but aside from the content, the emotions behind felt...wrong. The reader should be the one kind of above all saying "i kinda get what he was going for", not the ones that saw his massacres and cruelty. Plus the emphasis on "Ruin corrupted him, he had good intent in the beginning"; i don't hate it as a concept...but it should've have been worded differently i think. I will excuse only Sazed on this because he basically achieved Nirvana, but even from him i expected more...criticism let's say. Less gush about microorganism and more fuck you Rashek.

Disconnect of powers Now, this can all be explained away with "it is the way it is, because yes", and it wouldn't be incorrect. but still. Why either Rashek nor Vin Managed to realize, even on an insticual level, what the true nature of the mist/deepness was when they took the power? Vin is told to be able to briefly see in the past of the power, and has her senses and understanding greatly expanded; how come she doesn't realize they fit together in some way? I included Rashek because i remember he moved the planet to burn the mist, and i guess this means he viewed it as something to defeat, but i may be mistaken. Again, maybe she didn't have enough time, maybe Ruin obfuscated her understanding, maybe it's just the way it is. but, if sazed took his time to explain to me that there were organism to eat ash, he could've also told me why she didn't just know what the mist were. but it's also not that important i guess, admittedly, i don't know if it wouldn't have changed the story all that much.

There's an afterlife??? That. I rode the rolelcoaster of emotions that was the final chapters of HoA and it was amazing and heart breaking, everyhting fitting together, climax climaxing, tears tearing, me dying. The sacrifice of Vin and Elend was so moving and spectacular, i wouldn't have asked for a better one. but. Then came Sazed, giving their friend a beutiful goodbye in the form of their bodies left in the flowers...and then you follow that saying "but don't worry, they be chilling were they are now, lol". why. why Ruin (lol) such a beautiful send off by demistifying their death. or at least without elaborating on it more. without that note, their death would've have left a bittersweet taste in my mouth, happy that they both died doing what they thought was right, giving their people hope, and loving each other, but without knowing what that would mean for them, if they were just gone, reunited or else. The question of an afterlife was also like one of the big questions of this book, part of the selfdiscovery journey of Sazed. To just having it resolved in a footnote like that, right after i was starting to grieve for my main characters, was terrible. "guess i was dumb for feeling sorrow for them, they're fine anyway". Plus, to me it would've been faaaar more interesting if Sazed, even in a god form, still couldn't respond to the question of what happens, to confirm that even a god does not know what lies for him in death. that'd be chilling. instead i guess there's paradise? bah. I mean, happy for them, poor things, at least they can dance for all eternity now. I'm sure someone will RAFO me in regard to the afterlife, but doesn't change my feeling about it.

Kelsier ... Everything regarding Kelsier's actual actions post death, in regard to the voices and influece, to Sanderson saying he was briefly a god before Vin...that is all just kind of silly to me. at least presented as it is. It's too little too litle to be of any interesting significance, but at the same time his actions are relevant to the story. I'd say, either have him play a quiet, interepretative but bigger part in the story, or as is, just don't have kelsier doing wierd shit that technically shouldnn't have the powers to do. hell, Vin struggled to talk to Elend the one she had a special bond with, while in FULL GOD MODE. Idk, it feels just kind of there.

Pewter Reaaaally small nitpick. It's magic, i know, but given that pewter doesn't heal by itself, but just accellerates and intensifies the natarual one of the body (at least for how i understood it), i really think mistborns and thugs should have waaay more scars and residuals bruises than they are described with, Vin in particular. i personally choose to see her as a very scarred indivdual given everything she survived.

...Why metals? This is a strange question, like asking why a mage uses a wand to cas magic. because that's how it works. i know. still. Given how in depth of the rules of how this world functions are, and how much Sanderson clearly wants to explain them to us, to the point of, again, having sazed telling us that rashek made specific micro organisms to eat ash. like, for real. why do the powers of the gods of this world need metals to express themselves. I guess this is the most likely of all my qestions to receive hordes of RAFOs, because i'm sure he will explain it at some point, maybe by talking about the power behind Ruind and Preservation. But still, in a world where everything makes kind of sense, having to eat metal to access magic still feels kind of there as "it's that way because it's cool". It's weird too, because i wouldn't quetion it if it was just, magic powers manifesting into people. but by being this specific, having to use a finite reosource to access an infinite (apparently) reserve of power, an ability that was decided and designed by the gods that created this people...idk, feels weird somehow. i fully expected Sazed to at least question it. but i guees i'll find out later. or maybe not, and honestly i'm okay with that. it's ok to not expalin everything, it just feels weird juxtaposed to everything else being explained.

Aaaand these were my main nitpick about this saga. not too many all things considered. enough to nag at me in my mind, but not to hinder at my overwhelmingly positive enjoyment of the experience.

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I have just now finished the whole mistborn trilogy (era 1).

i am utterly broken right now

it's been years since i felt so passionate about a saga, about the evolution and growth of a group of characters this dynamic.

I feel like i want to eat the books, i don't know. in the meantime i channelled the emotions i feel in a little and very quick fanart of Vin. I yearn with all of myself to actually sit down and make a full illustration for this series, but i doubt i'll have the means to any time soon. in future, for sure, i want to share my vision of these character and world. for now, i'll just leave this.

i would especially love to illustrate certain THINGS that HAPPEN in the third book, NNNGH.

Not a perfect story, want to be somewhat levelheaded. i have thoughts and criticism, for i am nothing but a nitpicky asshole sometimes, for things that probably annoy only me, and i will probably express these feelings over the following days.

So good. I actually woke up with an headache for all the thoughts and emotions still lingering from finishing Hero of ages.

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Tears for the blessed - TornioTale 1

Felt inspired, and so decided to write a short story, not at all inspired by the animated trailer for the elden ring dlc. might do more of these, and so i formatted it with that intention, but we'll see.

Per chi vuole, c'è anche la versione tradotta in italiano in fondo.

Nothing seemed to work, not even the holy tears of the chosen.

The body lied there, lifeless, aside from just the sporadic unnatural spasm. The skin now all rugged and wrinkled, the eyes now hard and empty, almost like a pearl. 

She was already crying with heavy tears, the pain flowing out in burst. They tried to warn her, she did it anyway; if there was even a insignificant possibility to end this agony, she had to try it.

The door of the chapel bursted open:

“Lady Limia, they’re coming! All that were able to lift shield and weapons have been put to defend the walls, but you must prepare yourself for the worst!”

She felt her pain suddenly mutate in anger, giving her the impulse to turn towards the intruding guard and jump on her, to sink her teeth and nails into her flesh. This thought terrified her. After an isolated tremor from all her conflicting emotions, she repositioned herself  turned to face her:

“There’s no place, be it far or near, within which i could, or wanted to, seek refuge. You will give the order to those left at the gate to let me pass through when i arrive, to impede anyone to follow me and to close it right after. have i been clear?”

“...My lady, i…

The woman glanced at her mistress and then at the body on the altar behind her. 

“...of course, my lady. i understand…”

The imperious woman turned back toward the distressing scene in front of her. 

She breathed in intensely and then lifted up the silvery knife she had in her hand upon the body. As per tradition, she cut all the sinews she was able to incide in. With the concave bottom end of the handle instead, she got it close to the greyish face and inserted it behind the left eye; she pressed to cut the nerve and then scouped it up. Thanks to its current state it didn’t suffer any damage, though while hard it still retained some malleability and viscosity. 

There was no hesitation; that time was long passed, dead like the increasingly less familiare figure on the marble surface. 

She inflicted the same procedure on her own eye too. 

The immense pain was almost background noise to her at this point, drowning with the rest she was bearing, as well as her screams. At least physical pain had the use of keeping her active and concentrated. 

With almost unhuman speed, somewhat instinctual, she inserted the extracted eye in her now empty and bloody socket. The perlaceous sphere immediately started expanding and fitting itself in the hole, to adapt to its shape. and the it burned, like a flame from the nethers spawn behind it. 

In the long minute that followed, the woman found herself on the ground, spasming, unable to keep composure with this explosion of sensations. But then it ended. 

The eye fused itself with the reside optical nerve, and new connections formed all around it, the cavity completely filled. She noticed though that she couldn’t move it, completely fixed to the internal walls. That was way more disorienting that she expected. 

Her lost vision didn’t come back, like many scripts claimed; whatever her left eye was making her see did not correspond to what was actually there. At least, it couldn’t. 

She lifted herself up slowly, her gaze fixed in the front. Balancing while standing proved difficult after all these intense shocks, but she was back in control of herself. She almost didn’t believe any of this, but forced herself to go forward, for there were no other paths now. She started walking forward, slowly approaching the golden mass standing there. She almost tripped, but managed to support herself on one of the golden lines flowing all around her…that were invisible to her right eye. 

Standing right in front of the amorphous gold, She raised her hand and looked at it. Then she pushed right into it. It was as if her hand suddenly was engulfed by fire, burning, melting. But then she felt it. 

The power. 

Tannado cursed himself for his cowardice, for not running away when he had the chance. Anyone still fighting, even if forced, like him, is an idiot he thought; we are all dead anyway, doomed, we might as well just end it early. But he was too afraid to do anything, and he knew for sure that this would’ve led him to die painfully and slowly. 

He stood behind a thick section of the high walls, in the hope that it could shield him for a while. Then he heard the voices of the others, his companions, those still defending up there. He remained still, anything they could’ve seen beyond the walls meant death for sure. He couldn’t force himself to not listen though. 

There was shouting everywhere, of people speaking the name of the Highlady, yelling for her to come back. Some did so scared, some in admiration, but everyone seemed to focus on her. The voices then changed tune, everyone seemed in awe of something, some began thanking the unseen forces, some saying that the Lady obtained the Shine. 

He stood his ground (or better yet, his wall), and stayed there, not interested in the mood change of the others. She might as well die too if she so wanted.  Ignoring them became progressively more difficult though, as more people kept coming to watch over the walls, and considering that the assault seemed to have ceased. 

At the end, he couldn’t bear it anymore. He slowly crawled out of his hiding spot and tried to lift himself up to see what all of this fuss was about. What he saw really confused him. 

The Highlady Limia stood before those that wante to bring the castle down to rubble, nude, with only strands of clothes left hanging on her body. 

And part of her body was covered in brilliant god. 

What happened next is challenging for Tannado to remember. 

He saw the Lady lift her right arm, The shining on her skin reflecting brightly even at a distance, but then…nothing. no memories came to him. 

He know that he fell at least; His frame is quite short, and so he was kind of hanging the whole time, and at that point his arms failed to hold him and met the ground hard. Hard enough to remain on the ground for quite some time. 

When he woke up, the shouting was gone. to be honest, every other rumor was gone. and sound in general. not even his steps were producing any. What he saw instead, left him terrified:

Bodies, everywhere. grey, wrinkled, hardened and with perlaceuos eyes with no visible irises. 

He looked outside again. 

The Highlady was gone, as well as the entire army standing there. 

Tannado seemed liek the only one moving amidst a river of dead flies. 

Tannado was alone. 

Tannado was alive. 

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Non c’era nulla da fare. Neanche le sacre lacrime dell’eletto avevano avuto effetto.

Il suo corpo se ne stava lì disteso, inerme, preso ogni tanto solo da qualche spasmo. La pelle, dura e rugosa, gli occhi ormai duri e senza pupille, quasi perlacei. 

Lei stava già piangendo copiosamente, il dolore che fluiva via dal corpo a getti. Glielo avevano detto, non aveva ascoltato; se c’era una qualche soluzione a questa agonia, anche se incredibilmente improbabile, doveva provarci.

La porta della cappella si aprì all’improvviso:

“Signora Limia! stanno arrivando! Tutti quelli in grado di reggere scudi e armi sono stati messi alle difese, ma lei si deve preparare al peggio!”

Lei sentì il suo dolore tramutarsi in rabbia in un’unica vampata, e sentì l’impulso di girarsi di scatto e avventarsi sulla guardia, di affondare unghie e denti nella sua carne. Questo pensiero la terrorizzò. Dopo un spasmo causato da questi pensieri, si ricompose meglio che poteva e si girò:

“Non vi è angolo remoto o vicino in cui io ormai possa, o voglia, trovare rifugio. Tu darai ordine a coloro rimasti al portone delle mura di lasciarmi varcare la soglia quando mi vedranno, di non seguirmi e di richiuderlo subito dopo. Sono stata chiara?”

“...Mia signora, io…”  

la donna guardò prima la sua padrona e poi la figura sull’altare 

“...si, certamente mia signora, capisco…”

L’imperiosa donna si voltò e tornò a osservare la pietosa scena dinanzi a sé. 

Inspirò forte e sollevò l’argenteo pugnale, che già aveva in mano, sopra il corpo. Come da usanza, recise tutti i tendini su cui le era possibile incidere. Con l’estremità concava del manico invece si avvicinò alla faccia grigiastra e la inserì sotto il bulbo oculare sinistro, facendo leva per rimuoverlo intero e recidendo il nervo. Grazie al suo stato attuale, non subì danni o deformazioni, ma manteneva comunque un po’ di viscosità e malleabilità. 

Non esitò. il tempo dei dubbi e le insicurezze era passato, morto assieme alla ormai sempre meno familiare figura sulla lastra marmorea. 

Inflisse la stessa procedura anche al suo occhio. 

Quasi non si accorse dell’immenso dolore, né delle sue stesse urla. Nulla di diverso dalle pene che già stava provando, e almeno il dolore fisico la costringeva a mantenersi vigile e concentrata. 

Con una rapidità quasi sovrumana, istintuale, incastrò il bulbo nella sua cavità ora vuota e sanguinolenta. La sferica massa cominciò ad espandersi, ad adattarsi alle pareti del buco come per riempirlo, e poi cominciò a bruciare come se incandescente sul retro. 

Nel lungo minuto che seguì, si ritrovò accasciata per terra, inabile a mantenere la propria postura con tutto quello che stava sopportando. Ma poi finì. 

Il bulbo si era fuso al nervo ottico reciso, nuovi collegamenti si erano formati, e la cavità era completamente riempita. Si accorse però che non poteva muoverlo, era attaccato fisso alle pareti interne. Questo era molto più disorientante di quanto non si sarebbe aspettata. 

Non aveva riottenuto la vista persa, come alcune scritture professavano; quello che il bulbo le faceva vedere non era niente che corrispondesse alla realtà di fronte a lei. almeno così credeva. 

Si alzò lentamente in piedi, lo sguardo fisso di fronte a lei. l’equilibrio suo stava risentendo dei violenti cambiamenti e si dovette appoggiare, ma era di nuovo in controllo di sé. Seppur incredula, si mantenne decisa; come si era detto, ormai l’unica via era avanti. A riprova di questo, lentamente si mosse per avvicinarsi verso la massa dorata che si stagliava davanti a lei. Per poco non inciampò, ma si ritrovò con la mano appoggiata su di una linea dorata invisibile al suo occhio destro, una delle tante che sfrecciavano attorno a lei. 

Non appena fu sufficientemente vicina, stette per qualche attimo davanti alla massa informe, e poi ci immerse la mano dentro. Fu come se le prese fuoco, come se si stesse sciogliendo. Ma poi lo sentii.  

Il Potere. 

Tannado si nascose, maledicendosi per non essere scappato come molti altri. Chiunque ancora combattesse, anche se costretto, come lui, era un idiota pensò; siamo tutti morti ormai, condannati, tanto valeva farla finita. Ma lui era un codardo, e lo sapeva. Sarebbe al sicuro morto lentamente e dolorosamente, e non sapeva che fare. 

Si tenne riparato dietro a una sezione particolarmente spessa delle mura alte, che forse gli avrebbe concesso qualche minuto in più. E poi sentì le voci. Dei suoi compari, di tutti quelli ancora rimasti a difendere lassù. Lui non si smosse, qualsiasi cosa ci fosse aldilà significava morte. Non riuscì però a smettere di ascoltare. 

Sentiva gente gridare il nome della loro Altasignora, come per dirle di tornare indietro. alcuni sembravano ammirati, altri impauriti, ma tutti erano concentrati su di lei. 

Le grida divennero poi di stupore; alcuni ringraziarono le forze invisibili, e altri presero a urlare come la signora avesse ottenuto il bagliore, che erano salvi. 

Lui non si fece troppo convincere dall’improvviso cambio di umore degli altri. Erano tutti pazzi, lui compreso, rimasti a difendere una causa persa, tanto valeva morisse anche lei se così desiderava. Ignorarli però stava diventando sempre più difficile; gli attacchi sembravano essersi placati, e tutti si sporgevano dalle mura a guardare. 

Alla fine cedette. Si alzò lentamente in piedi e si trascinò cautamente fuori dal suo nascondiglio. Una volta fuori accennò a sporgersi oltre le mura, e quello che vide lo confuse non poco. 

L’Altasignora Limia, in piedi davanti a coloro che minacciavano di radere al suolo l’intero castello, nuda con solo degli stracci rimasti a svolazzarle su fianchi e spalle. 

E parte del suo corpo era coperto d’oro. 

Quello che successe dopo é difficile da riesumare per Tannado. 

Lui sa di aver visto la signora alzare il braccio destro, il bagliore che rifletteva intenso anche a quella distanza, ma subito dopo il vuoto. 

Purtroppo lui è alquanto basso, e per sporgersi si era tirato su a forza, ma questa gli è venuta meno in quel momento, forse per emozioni e sforzo. 

Atterrò malamente a terra e cadde battendo la testa abbastanza forte da disorientarlo per qualche tempo. 

Lui si ricorda solo che, tornato a suoi sensi, le urla erano cessate. così come qualsiasi altro rumore. Neanche i suoi passi ne producevano. Fu quello che vide però a lasciarlo terrorizzato:

Corpi. Corpi grigi, raggrinziti, rigidi e dagli occhi perlacei senza iridi visibili. 

Si sporse nuovamente fuori. 

L’Altasignora era sparita, così come tutti coloro che minacciavano la città. 

Tannado sembrava l’unico a muoversi in mezzo a una scia di mosche morte. 

Tannado era solo. 

Tannado era vivo.