Start of a small game with choices. Subscribers decide where to take the story.
Voting is happening on Telegram — Stas Protas
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The text was written by a subscriber as an alternate ending.
"Leave us alone," the cold voice of the king echoed.
As soon as the guards left the hall, the king rose from his throne and made his way toward the prisoner with a slow, graceful stride.
"Now the tables have turned..." The elf's gaze softened. "I was beginning to forget your face."
A spark flickered in the orc's eyes — and within it were many different emotions: joy, love, and... pain. Almost instantly, the tender spark turned to anger; it seemed he might roar like a wild beast at any moment, yet his voice was unusually quiet and hoarse:
"You dare look happy to see me... after what you did."
The elf's shoulders trembled, and for a second his face twisted into a grimace of regret, but almost immediately it returned to its former expression — only his eyes betrayed his true feelings.
"You know full well I didn't do it because I wanted to. The elven people demanded it, not me. Thunder, I would never..." He reached his hand toward the orc's face.
Suddenly, Grommar — who had seemed slumped and drained of strength — lifted his head, and his thunderous voice shook the walls of the throne room:
"But you are their leader — the one who sets the rules, not follows them! You promised that once you gained power, you would free my people from persecution, that they could live as before — live without constant fear for themselves and their children...!" The shackles discharged; the orc lowered his shoulders and fell silent, catching his breath. His next words came almost in a whisper, "I trusted you more than I trusted myself, Kai..."
Kaisiêl's eyes widened; he clenched his teeth until his jaw ached. An overwhelming sense of guilt and the realization of his own pitifulness ate away at him from within. Against his will, vivid and therefore all the more painful memories flashed through his mind of the days spent in the Red Cold: of the nights he and Grommar shared, of the rough furs and meat pies, of the clan's children — small yet already acquainted with fear and cruelty... and of his promise to give them a peaceful sky.
With a sharp motion, the king turned around and ordered the captive chieftain to be taken away. The guards were inside the room in an instant, as if they had been waiting only for that.
Anyone looking at the monarch's straight back, his majestic silhouette in the dim light, might have thought he was thanking the heavens for an easy victory and the prosperity of Sylvearan. But only the orc chieftain — even through the thick fabrics and golden hair — could see the tears streaming down that delicate face.
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Burrsa
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240 cm tall
A character who will appear later in the story. What kind of vibe does he give off? Gangster? Villain?
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The song matches their vibe, but there's also a Russian version that fits them in a hilariously perfect way. At the beginning, the lyrics go 'I'm a Barbie girl,' and then in the last verse it's revealed that he's a 'Barbie boy' — ahahahahaha.
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How did you like Eurovision 2026? I watched it yesterday and really enjoyed Moldova's performance — the energy they had on stage was amazing. I felt so inspired that I decided to do something like that with my own characters.
In the middle of the speedpaint, I thought about drawing them as humans, but then I changed my mind and made it black and white
Speedpaint: https://t.co/oJAXwVQKo9
Winter fashion is underway, along with a bit of magic. People are divided into two types: those who want to undress him, and those who want to dress him warmer, hahaha.
I keep drawing interesting options.
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