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As a Splinterlands fan, today I would like to share my drawing Pelacor Bandit from Splinterlands Art. I drew this art with my hand, not using AI. This is my original work that use drawing book and colored pencils.
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Here, Snapshot of the progress step by step drawing Pelacor Bandit:
Final Progress
Tools: Pencil, Colored Pencils, Eraser, Drawing Book.
100% by hand, Not using AI.
Lore of Pelacor Bandit:
Many centuries ago, the Pelacor followed the prophet, Edalus, on what has become known as the 'Exile.' They followed him into the Mountains of Fire surrounding Mount Praetorous. For generations they lived alone in these mountains, hidden away. They were taught to worship the sun and moon gods, Solaki and Lunaki, deities dreamt into existence from the bones of Edalus' dead parents and his zealous mind. The scriptures read that the two Gods were carried into the heavens upon pieces of consecrated land, torn from the World to raise them high, so that their worshipers would always look up to them and forever be beneath their great heavenly power.
On the darkest night of each year, Edalus would invoke rituals that would change the bodies of his people. Drawing upon the dormant power beneath the mountains, he caused angelic wings to sprout from their backs. This change was permanent and, in fact, most Pelacor offspring inherited the appendages from their parents.
When Edalus finally passed away, ancient as he was, there was infighting between the people as to who should lead. Fractures in their harmonious way of life started to appear, and two very definitive factions arose. One worshiped the brother God, Solaki, and the other worshiped the sister God, Lunaki. So began the 'War of the Sons and Daughters', where Pelacor fought against one another, a rivalry that still continues to this day amongst some.
When the magic veil over Praetoria and the Mountains of Fire fell, and the Chaos Legions invaded, the Pelacor decided they could hide away no more. Believing that the Chaos Legion would turn upon their floating Gods next if they conquered the Splinterlands, they began their 'Great Descent' into the lowlands, determined to fight this new threat that had arrived upon their world, and joined with the Lowlanders armies.
Those damned Chaos Legion are picking at every vessel that sails the seas. I've lost half of the cargo I was expecting this week alone,” Braccard cursed.
Sorri looked at the jowls of the fat merchant, flapping in his petulant display of fury. “Have you considered paying for protection?” she asked.
“Mercenaries?” The merchant looked as though someone had slapped him across the face. “They're just as likely to rob me blind as protect my wares.”
“Not if they're good, honest, reliable ones.”
“Hah! I'm not sure they exist and besides, the honest ones are hard to find, especially with this war going on. They'd not care about a gem trader from Anenon.”
“Anyone can be bought if the purse is heavy enough.” Sorri peered up into the darkness of the vaulted roof and nodded. “All we need are dependable swords, just enough to make the greedy Chaos troops look elsewhere for their spoils.”
The merchant looked up at the sudden sound that came from above and watched as a lithe woman descended into the light of the oil lamp, her wings spread wide and fluttering gently. On landing she drew two curved daggers from a belt, each one encrusted with aquamarine gemstones. She stared hard at the merchant, the ice cold of her blue eyes matching the robe she wore.
“We will protect your ships,” she said, folding her wings onto her back. “My flock is waiting. All I need is payment.
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