High atop Mount Rite lay a cave few ever dare enter. Scattered with bones of adventurers and beasts alike. Seek this layer if you dare, be friend or foe, the rite of passage care not. For the rite speaks to no one but the prohesized hero. If they speak be warned, you will not leave unchallenged. Cowards run both far and wide, but talons of the rite will judge them. Only the worthy may send this fiery beast to their ashy death and claim their soul. A weapon that gleams in gold and rubies, beauty unmatched, craftsmanship no mere mortal could attempt to copy. Be it sword, axe or mase, the weapon remains true to the heart.


So I know I haven't posted in like ever but I finally finished this pretty bird. They are a phoenix based off of a barn owl (hope it shows well enough) I had the sketch in a book and got convinced to digitize it.

Anyway, hope yah like, fill free to comment below.