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I am always uncertain as to whether or not I should upload the things I dither about with in my free time. At any rate, I thought I might share this with any who might want to gander at my attempts at artwork. Just something that popped into my head. A short story-esque blurb included below.

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Ehren stumbled back in shock, the wind whipping all around him. The sound of thunder resounded in the distance and for a moment he thought that this was it, his gall and his bravado had finally angered power greater than himself. What happened next however, stunned him. Before his eyes the dessicated corpse of the ancient tree shifted and sprang to life. Green sprawled outward from its roots and the grey skies cleared revealing tranquil blue. Water flowed beneath the tree falling from the sides of the broken mountain top and into the empty skies below. The mists trailed off forming dense fog almost as if the mountain itself were the source of the clouds.

All of this however, was not what took his breath away. For before him rose two colossal figures that evoked in him a flood of emotions. Ehren didn’t know whether to scream and flee or fall to his knees and weep. Their beauty was surreal, more stunning than any elf, more terrifying than any monster dredged up from the Ashen Wastes. He saw them and instantly he knew them and as he knew them, he felt they knew him as well.

“We’ve been waiting for you, Ehren. Son of Jorund.” Ehren’s eyes fell upon the being to his right. With hair like silver and eyes the color of a thousand winters, there was no mistaking who it was he looked upon. His voice was like the clarion call of a thousand choirs giving praise to the dawn of morning. A passage from Brom’s old stories drifted to his mind.

He is peace and passion in balance, the voice behind every song and the strength in all with resolve. In all things patient and all things in time, He stands the vigilant monk. Knowledge is His to share and wisdom is His alone to give. The Twin-God of Life, Kaelec.

The silver haired deity smiled down at Ehren giving a nod of his head. Behind him his great white wings flexed and moved with the currents of an unseen wind.

“Stand. We’ll not have you groveling the whole time.” A voice like fire and thunder made Ehren flinch as he scrambled to his feet, still too stunned to do anything but obey. His eyes fell upon the other of the twin gods of old. Tall, proud in his bearing and mighty in his force of presence, the deity’s gaze bore down upon Ehren with the strength of a hundred armies. The man felt stripped bare down to his very soul. Another of Brom’s old tales flittered across his mind.

Fire and Blood, Earth and Honor. He stands the warrior and master of justice. His is the vengeance that shall visit every wrong and His is the wrath that is truly terrible to behold. In the end, Kings and Conquerors mean no more than mice for as men, we all stand before Him in final judgement. The Twin-God of Death, Damek.

Warm green eyes narrowed at Ehren but in them the warrior felt a solid affirmation of that old story. When next they spoke, it was in unison.

“Chaos ascends from the mouth of the Void. We have called, Ehren, Son of Jorund. You shall answer.”

Staring up into the faces of the Twin-Gods of Old, Ehren was struck with just a single question.

Fuck. What have I gotten into now?