On the dustbowl grave-world of Etyr stands the final monument to one of Masor's greatest pre-collapse kings: Theodoric the First.
Once the king and saint of entire planets, Theodoric surely could not have anticipated the destruction of the kingdom he worked so hard to build.
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Once the king and saint of entire planets, Theodoric surely could not have anticipated the destruction of the kingdom he worked so hard to build.
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This whole picture really tells and sells the story. Damn good job.
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
-PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
-PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
You're seriously so incredibly talented at atmosphere. Love this one!
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