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He looked out on the Old Square from one of its surrounding balconies, relaxing in a luxurious chair where he shouldn't sit in. It wasn't his, and he was sure that using it wasn't allowed either. None of this bothered him though. A cold winter's breeze tickled his neck, and made him put up the collar of a brown fur coat that also wasn't part of his belongings. Khorrek had a rather different opinion about possession than most people had; if he could get it, it was free for him to use it. Even though he considered the piece of clothing as his own now, it was clearly not made for him. He could wrap it around his own skinny body three times, making him completely unrecognizable. He liked that though; he didn't want his face to be seen by someone while he was up here, especially if that someone turned out to be the real owner of this place. His disguise was completed with the ugliest hat he could find. He pushed one of its long feathers out of his sight. Khorrek wondered if the man who made it had forgotten that putting something in front of your eyes might not be the best of ideas, or maybe he just didn't know where the eyes were located at all. There wasn't just one annoying feather that decorated the hat; a whole flock of some sort of exotic bird must have been plucked for it! The sea of iridescent plumage and pearls made it look like a living rainbow. Khorrek was sure that it was one of those fancy headgears from the South, but he never understood why they were so popular amongst certain classes of society here. The only thing he knew was the number written on the price tag for accessories like this. Thinking about those digits brought a smile to his face.

I have the best job in the world.

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well, noble... just one without any taste at all. Goodness, that hat is so gay I want one!

This is Khorrek, who doesn't care at all he is wearing a woman's hat... Carnaval-Khorrek, haha! This is what he looks like when you read about him for the first time in my story - good start eh? Though there should be more pearls on that hat, but I hate drawing them.

This scene is from chapter 1 which can be found here:

Chapter 1 - a State of Equilibrium
1. A point of view
- 47 years later -
He looked out on the Old Square from one of its surrounding balconies, relaxing in a luxurious chair he shouldn't sit in. It wasn't his, and he was sure that using it wasn't allowed either. None of this bothered him though. A cold winter's breeze tickled his neck, and made him put up the collar of a brown fur coat that also wasn't part of his belongings. Khorrek had a rather different opinion about possession than most people had; if he could get it, it was free for him to use it. Even though he considered the piece of clothing as his own now, it was clearly not made for him. He could wrap it around his own skinny body three times, making him completely unrecognizable. He liked that though; he didn't want

But I would advise you to start with the prologue if you haven't done that yet:
Prologue - a State of Equilibrium
There was that feeling again. He was used to it, after suffering from it for years. It was so unpleasant though that he still couldn't ignore it. It felt like his skin was pinched by thousands of hot, long needles. It always happened when it was time for him to wake up. Luckily it only lasted a second, and it was just a fraction of the misery that already darkened him. The pain faded, and he stood up in the middle of an endless sea of grass, blades moving slowly in the wind.  The pieces of his armour clattered softly against each other. Dark blood stained the shining metal, but it wasn't his. He wondered why he always wore it; he didn't need protection. Getting wounded was something he didn't care about. Maybe he should leave it behind. He started fumbling with the clasps of his armour, while he looked at his surroundings. Only a few gnarled trees were scattered amongst this dull, monotone la

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Other artwork related to my little fantasy world can be found here:
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Description
He looked out on the Old Square from one of its surrounding balconies, relaxing in a luxurious chair where he shouldn't sit in. It wasn't his, and he was sure that using it wasn't allowed either. None of this bothered him though. A cold winter's breeze tickled his neck, and made him put up the collar of a brown fur coat that also wasn't part of his belongings. Khorrek had a rather different opinion about possession than most people had; if he could get it, it was free for him to use it. Even though he considered the piece of clothing as his own now, it was clearly not made for him. He could wrap it around his own skinny body three times, making him completely unrecognizable. He liked that though; he didn't want his face to be seen by someone while he was up here, especially if that someone turned out to be the real owner of this place. His disguise was completed with the ugliest hat he could find. He pushed one of its long feathers out of his sight. Khorrek wondered if the man who made it had forgotten that putting something in front of your eyes might not be the best of ideas, or maybe he just didn't know where the eyes were located at all. There wasn't just one annoying feather that decorated the hat; a whole flock of some sort of exotic bird must have been plucked for it! The sea of iridescent plumage and pearls made it look like a living rainbow. Khorrek was sure that it was one of those fancy headgears from the South, but he never understood why they were so popular amongst certain classes of society here. The only thing he knew was the number written on the price tag for accessories like this. Thinking about those digits brought a smile to his face.

I have the best job in the world.

-------------------

well, noble... just one without any taste at all. Goodness, that hat is so gay I want one!

This is Khorrek, who doesn't care at all he is wearing a woman's hat... Carnaval-Khorrek, haha! This is what he looks like when you read about him for the first time in my story - good start eh? Though there should be more pearls on that hat, but I hate drawing them.

This scene is from chapter 1 which can be found here:

Chapter 1 - a State of Equilibrium
1. A point of view
- 47 years later -
He looked out on the Old Square from one of its surrounding balconies, relaxing in a luxurious chair he shouldn't sit in. It wasn't his, and he was sure that using it wasn't allowed either. None of this bothered him though. A cold winter's breeze tickled his neck, and made him put up the collar of a brown fur coat that also wasn't part of his belongings. Khorrek had a rather different opinion about possession than most people had; if he could get it, it was free for him to use it. Even though he considered the piece of clothing as his own now, it was clearly not made for him. He could wrap it around his own skinny body three times, making him completely unrecognizable. He liked that though; he didn't want

But I would advise you to start with the prologue if you haven't done that yet:
Prologue - a State of Equilibrium
There was that feeling again. He was used to it, after suffering from it for years. It was so unpleasant though that he still couldn't ignore it. It felt like his skin was pinched by thousands of hot, long needles. It always happened when it was time for him to wake up. Luckily it only lasted a second, and it was just a fraction of the misery that already darkened him. The pain faded, and he stood up in the middle of an endless sea of grass, blades moving slowly in the wind.  The pieces of his armour clattered softly against each other. Dark blood stained the shining metal, but it wasn't his. He wondered why he always wore it; he didn't need protection. Getting wounded was something he didn't care about. Maybe he should leave it behind. He started fumbling with the clasps of his armour, while he looked at his surroundings. Only a few gnarled trees were scattered amongst this dull, monotone la

More about the character:


Other artwork related to my little fantasy world can be found here:
queenofeagles.deviantart.com/g…