Greetings Everyone, here in a bright day I draw a Splinterlands character called Pelacor Mercenary. I have process shots of this work below as well as a reference image. Without any longer, please enjoy it.
Image Reference: https://splinterlands.com/card-detail/334/regular/3/?tab=for-sale
Lore:
Many centuries ago, the Pelacor followed the prophet, Edalus, on what has become known as the 'Exile.' They followed him into the Mountains of Fire surrounding Mount Praetorous. For generations they lived alone in these mountains, hidden away. They were taught to worship the sun and moon gods, Solaki and Lunaki, deities dreamt into existence from the bones of Edalus' dead parents and his zealous mind. The scriptures read that the two Gods were carried into the heavens upon pieces of consecrated land, torn from the World to raise them high, so that their worshipers would always look up to them and forever be beneath their great heavenly power.
On the darkest night of each year, Edalus would invoke rituals that would change the bodies of his people. Drawing upon the dormant power beneath the mountains, he caused angelic wings to sprout from their backs. This change was permanent and, in fact, most Pelacor offspring inherited the appendages from their parents.
When Edalus finally passed away, ancient as he was, there was infighting between the people as to who should lead. Fractures in their harmonious way of life started to appear, and two very definitive factions arose. One worshiped the brother God, Solaki, and the other worshiped the sister God, Lunaki. So began the 'War of the Sons and Daughters', where Pelacor fought against one another, a rivalry that still continues to this day amongst some.
When the magic veil over Praetoria and the Mountains of Fire fell, and the Chaos Legions invaded, the Pelacor decided they could hide away no more. Believing that the Chaos Legion would turn upon their floating Gods next if they conquered the Splinterlands, they began their 'Great Descent' into the lowlands, determined to fight this new threat that had arrived upon their world, and joined with the Lowlanders armies.
The old woman looked up at the brute standing before her. He stood at twice her height and peered down at her over his bushy red beard with golden eyes. The green jerkin he wore had small rips and old stains, some of them covered by a leather bandolier that held all manner of tools and potions. Without the great ax he carried, she would have thought he was a simple tradesman.
“They're lovely wings,” the old woman remarked, admiring the exquisite feathers.
“My thanks to you, fair maiden,” his voice boomed, and a smile creased his face. “I heard tell that you required some assistance–a dangerous bandit that needs dispensing with maybe, or a roaming beast that harries your livestock?”
The old woman looked over her shoulder at the lone chicken that pecked at the worms in her backyard before turning back to him. “No. The tiles need fixing on my roof. It leaks like a pregnant sow's teat when it rains.”
The man's smile widened. “Then I shall get to it right away,” his jolly voice sang as he laid his ax against a rose bush and flapped his wings, taking to the air.
Medium: Colors Pencils
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