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Shadow Kings - DM

DM / Dante Mors / The Dead Man

"Once upon a time and place,
There was this legend...
There was a man afraid of death
And he thought that if he could try to stop it
He would have to fight it death.
So he put on armor to protect himself from harm
And learned how to fight for that day to come.
And nothing happened.
Years passed and his body started to fail,
So he changed his failing parts to mechanical.
And nothing happened.
Years more his brains started to fail,
So he wrote his mind on stone never to forget.
And nothing happened.
Years later, all that could be gone was gone.
His flesh, his organs, his senses, his mind...
But a mechanical skeleton still lived.
And nothing happened.
And then he realised death wasn't coming anymore,
And he was left alone.
No friend to comfort from his hard journey...
Because they had died.
No reward for life...
No life was spent
No love...
Only preparing for death.
He longed for death now
And could never achieve it.
The Deadman he became
Longing for an end to the waiting"

This is the scene in the story I painted.

"His eyes shown on the bottle in his hand for a long time before the sockets of his eyes turned black. As if it was a ritual of sorts, he placed the bottles top a little ways from his teeth and a sort of an electronic hum came from wherever he used to speak from. He opened his jaw and in one swift movement, lifted the bottle above his head and poured all of the dark red content into his mouth."

If my story was like the Wizard of Oz, he would be the Tin Man: Heartless, axe handler (in a way that a chain sythe could be), the need for (ahem) 'oil' to get him running, and he is mechanical without explanation of how it works. I won't go into his bio here, but this is his introduction legend.

Description
Shadow Kings - DM

DM / Dante Mors / The Dead Man

"Once upon a time and place,
There was this legend...
There was a man afraid of death
And he thought that if he could try to stop it
He would have to fight it death.
So he put on armor to protect himself from harm
And learned how to fight for that day to come.
And nothing happened.
Years passed and his body started to fail,
So he changed his failing parts to mechanical.
And nothing happened.
Years more his brains started to fail,
So he wrote his mind on stone never to forget.
And nothing happened.
Years later, all that could be gone was gone.
His flesh, his organs, his senses, his mind...
But a mechanical skeleton still lived.
And nothing happened.
And then he realised death wasn't coming anymore,
And he was left alone.
No friend to comfort from his hard journey...
Because they had died.
No reward for life...
No life was spent
No love...
Only preparing for death.
He longed for death now
And could never achieve it.
The Deadman he became
Longing for an end to the waiting"

This is the scene in the story I painted.

"His eyes shown on the bottle in his hand for a long time before the sockets of his eyes turned black. As if it was a ritual of sorts, he placed the bottles top a little ways from his teeth and a sort of an electronic hum came from wherever he used to speak from. He opened his jaw and in one swift movement, lifted the bottle above his head and poured all of the dark red content into his mouth."

If my story was like the Wizard of Oz, he would be the Tin Man: Heartless, axe handler (in a way that a chain sythe could be), the need for (ahem) 'oil' to get him running, and he is mechanical without explanation of how it works. I won't go into his bio here, but this is his introduction legend.