The Great Druid's Last Stand:
The Dark Brothers came from the Eastern Wasteland to spread pain and corruption wherever they went. Their path of destruction finally lead them to a forest where the oldest druid in the land resided.
They did not realise how powerful and wise this being was and arrogantly began killing the animals of the forest and setting trees on fire to goad him from his home. It did not take long for him to appear.
The battle lasted three days and ended with all the Brothers dead. Unfortunately The Druid also sustained grievous injuries from the dark energies wielded by The Necromancers.
He died the next day surrounded by the animals and plants he so dearly loved. His death was a peaceful one, since he knew he was merely returning to the endless cycle of growth and disintegration and that the unnatural hate of the Dark Brothers were not part of the world anymore.
This picture shows the Druid and Brothers facing each other just before the battle started. The Druid respects all life - even the stunted half lives of The Necromancers and therefore shows them a sign of respect by putting his hands toghether in front of his chest.
*(Did this picture in my sketchbook with a brushpen)
"all these memories
hidden between old pages
i'll never forget"
- had the weirdest dream last night, but it actually made me think of a little series i might work on these next few days (*´꒳`*)
also, i feel like i'm kinda reevaluating what being an artist means to me, so i apologise in advance if that somehow negatively reflects in my work〜