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Below is part of a side story, an extremely abridged telling of the first half of Kalevi's origin. A simple little illustration, I have been thinking of trying to make some stickers again, so I made this one all in frame, and in a nice compact composition. More stuff on the wa, have a nice day!

On the summit of the nameless mountain lies the cold eye of Aalto, forever laying its dead gaze towards the rising sun. The journey up the desolate mountain is an eerie trek, no creatures roam it, and barely even the sparse sword grass climbs more then a few hundred meters of its base. Nomadic tribes of Draconians settle for seasonal hunting in the valleys below the mountain, and it is held as a sacred place to many tribes and groups around the world.

   Few Draconians that live in the city states and civilized countries hold onto their ancient spiritual heritage, moving on from ritual and superstitions, and any hope that their old god will walk among them once more.

   The rumor that the artifact known as Aalto's Eye could grant a vision to those who climb the summit, had been part of an old legend, or so the controversial document explained. Kalevi Had just wanted a reason to leave the city, and go on something like an adventure. Carrying cases of press printed books in and out of the small book shop was terribly boring. Stumbling across a note from an author, stuffed into a small journal book/draft, he finds a compelling plea. The adventurer/authors last request was that any Draconians try to find the Eye, and listen to it. Obviously to Kalevi this is most likely a scheme to sell more of the adventuring authors travel guides... but it would be an adventure no less.

   Meeting many new faces, and making a few enemies, crossing the world on an impromptu adventure, Kalevi makes his way to the legendary mountain. Becoming an honorary member of A nomadic Draconian tribe, for unknowingly rescuing the shaman's missing daughter on the chaotic trip through the wild continent, he is at last instructed in the ritual climb of the unnamed mountain. Purifying his body in the frigid glacial river below the mountain, he begins his last journey alone. with no supplies or even clothes on his back, Kalevi ascends the mountain, following a loose trail marked just by piled stones. climbing and leaping is second nature for even city dwelling draconians, but he still has to use all of his physical skills to reach the summit.

   At the top of the mountain, the air is thin, the cold bites, and the stars above the clouds are brilliant. At long last, finding the eye on a small altar, he sits with the eye-like crystal waiting for the sun to rise...

And then It spoke.

Description

Below is part of a side story, an extremely abridged telling of the first half of Kalevi's origin. A simple little illustration, I have been thinking of trying to make some stickers again, so I made this one all in frame, and in a nice compact composition. More stuff on the wa, have a nice day!

On the summit of the nameless mountain lies the cold eye of Aalto, forever laying its dead gaze towards the rising sun. The journey up the desolate mountain is an eerie trek, no creatures roam it, and barely even the sparse sword grass climbs more then a few hundred meters of its base. Nomadic tribes of Draconians settle for seasonal hunting in the valleys below the mountain, and it is held as a sacred place to many tribes and groups around the world.

   Few Draconians that live in the city states and civilized countries hold onto their ancient spiritual heritage, moving on from ritual and superstitions, and any hope that their old god will walk among them once more.

   The rumor that the artifact known as Aalto's Eye could grant a vision to those who climb the summit, had been part of an old legend, or so the controversial document explained. Kalevi Had just wanted a reason to leave the city, and go on something like an adventure. Carrying cases of press printed books in and out of the small book shop was terribly boring. Stumbling across a note from an author, stuffed into a small journal book/draft, he finds a compelling plea. The adventurer/authors last request was that any Draconians try to find the Eye, and listen to it. Obviously to Kalevi this is most likely a scheme to sell more of the adventuring authors travel guides... but it would be an adventure no less.

   Meeting many new faces, and making a few enemies, crossing the world on an impromptu adventure, Kalevi makes his way to the legendary mountain. Becoming an honorary member of A nomadic Draconian tribe, for unknowingly rescuing the shaman's missing daughter on the chaotic trip through the wild continent, he is at last instructed in the ritual climb of the unnamed mountain. Purifying his body in the frigid glacial river below the mountain, he begins his last journey alone. with no supplies or even clothes on his back, Kalevi ascends the mountain, following a loose trail marked just by piled stones. climbing and leaping is second nature for even city dwelling draconians, but he still has to use all of his physical skills to reach the summit.

   At the top of the mountain, the air is thin, the cold bites, and the stars above the clouds are brilliant. At long last, finding the eye on a small altar, he sits with the eye-like crystal waiting for the sun to rise...

And then It spoke.