A commission for me, done by  truthyfolly for a icon of my Pathfinder character - Rholyx, and I wrote a tiny blurb below, just for some fun.

Rholyx de Santesia is just another face of my character, Rholyx I played in a Pathfinder game, with the Art of War system. A wonderful Warlord Cavalier Gunslinger monster, with a draconic flair and charm - and a bit of despotism, just like good old Rholyx. Sometime I'll write a full story about the events of that campaign, but that's for later...

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Under the sweltering Espanian sun - a contingent of footmen marched forward into the tumultous public square bearing halberds and plate armor, a drummer announcing their presence in the public square as the glint of plate armor reflected the noon sun, led with swagger. A swishing, black-and-red scaly tail, a fluttering crimson cape...

The recently appointed Grandmaster - Rholyx de Santesia was at the lead, his silhouette imposing against the backdrop of nervous faces that lined the square. Rholyx reveled in the fear and respect his presence commanded. His deep-set eyes, glowing eyes burning with an ambition, scanned the crowd methodically. Each beat of the drum seemed to fall in sync with the steady clack of his steeled boots upon the cobblestones.

"I want a clear path!" he bellowed, his voice resonating through the square like thunder rolling across a stormy sky. The crowd hastily parted, creating an avenue for Rholyx and his men to advance unimpeded. In their haste, a small vendor cart was overturned, spilling exotic fruits that rolled like scattered gemstones upon the ground. The vendor, a quivering old man, dared not voice complaint as Rholyx cast a brief, dismissive glance in his direction, before the entire contingent passed him.

The vendor watched from the sidelines, his eyes wide with trepidation as Rholyx and his men disappeared into the distance. Slowly, he began to pick up the spilled fruits, a deep frown etched upon his weathered face. What was this land coming to ?

And as the echoes of his march lingered in the square, a sense of foreboding settled over all who had witnessed the commanding presence of the warlord and his unwavering quest for dominance - wondering what was to come next…