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August Monthly Event Roll

You have heard about the rash of thefts, and make your way quickly to the nearest village - Falconry Village. As you are approaching the village itself, an unfamiliar scent catches your nose. Against your own better judgment you follow it off of the path, making your way into the woods. A small gully leads down to a stream, still unfrozen. You stop at the top, looking down upon a strange scene. A wolf squats below, struggling to make a fire. It’s hard to make out through the undergrowth, but it looks as if something is wrong with their forepaws - they do not move well, and tremors come over them every few seconds as they struggle to strike the flint. After a moment they glance up, their eyes locking upon you. They slowly raise a toe to their lips in a shushing motion, before turning and vanishing into the trees, abandoning their flint and steel. The wind shifts and a strange sickly, metallic scent washes over you, coming from the stranger themselves.

This is fully me trying to figure out how to use bg brushes and failing. BUT SOMEDAY I WILL.
I do like how Tavril's confused little face came out.

feat. [LE] Tavril | New Trader

Description

August Monthly Event Roll

You have heard about the rash of thefts, and make your way quickly to the nearest village - Falconry Village. As you are approaching the village itself, an unfamiliar scent catches your nose. Against your own better judgment you follow it off of the path, making your way into the woods. A small gully leads down to a stream, still unfrozen. You stop at the top, looking down upon a strange scene. A wolf squats below, struggling to make a fire. It’s hard to make out through the undergrowth, but it looks as if something is wrong with their forepaws - they do not move well, and tremors come over them every few seconds as they struggle to strike the flint. After a moment they glance up, their eyes locking upon you. They slowly raise a toe to their lips in a shushing motion, before turning and vanishing into the trees, abandoning their flint and steel. The wind shifts and a strange sickly, metallic scent washes over you, coming from the stranger themselves.

This is fully me trying to figure out how to use bg brushes and failing. BUT SOMEDAY I WILL.
I do like how Tavril's confused little face came out.

feat. [LE] Tavril | New Trader