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Lichtengold by ExoMemory Lichtengold by ExoMemory
Concept for a drunken pirate I did for a project I am doing with some friends. He will be the support class of our four pirate lords. He gives rum to his allies to boost morale. 

"Growing up in a plague-ridden colony, it would struck any sane soul as very natural, to avoid and condemn Lichtengold's presence. Brand-borne on his back, a sure sigil to betray Gold's heritage and brand Gold a dead and dying man.

Lichtgold saw what happened to his colony and knew his fate. He wouldn't grow old, nor would he ever have children. He would die sooner rather than later due to his illness.

And thus he prayed to every god he could imagine. And still he kept getting sicker. He was sure he wouldn't survive long now.

On a calm and lonely night Gold began praying to the things that dwell underneath the sea to give him the power to overcome this illness.

He woke up the next day feeling like he never felt before. He was alive and felt strong! Maybe it was the rum that was still coarsing through his veins but that didn't matter no more. Lichtengold knew what he had to do. He had to find the God underneath the seas. Hoisting the golden brand which had scarred him from childhood, reminding him of the doom he had conquered with the powers of the deep.

In time Gold would find the hangman who branded him, and returned the favor ten-fold. He found those who rejected him soon after and drafted them into their damned service. He would become known as The Pirate of the Plague a demon from the waves.

It was during a grand storm where then, his fleet, replete and tied down by their immeasurably vast cargo, was dragged into the deep. Not a single ship of the plague-bearer pirate king would survive the torrential maelstrom, which set upon them with an almost intelligent maliciousness. As his crew and his ships, undone in a hail of splinters and a torrent of golden starlight, smashed upon the craggy fingers down below the abyss Gold laughed. A cackling, maniacal and thundering bellowing, defiant to the last. He grabbed his rum bottles and jumped in the horrible vortex of the drowning and the damned, lit alight by the reflection of his golden horde, churning in the blackness below, reflecting a dim and glowing thunder, cast out not in the cloudy madness above, but deed into the insanity-gifting deep abyssal, Cyclopian oblivion, the home to a thousand horrors and more."

Credits to Sjoerd Buikema for helping me with the story :P
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hayliffe18 Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
new junk rat skin 
craikon Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
totally awesome
kacperozuar Featured By Owner Sep 4, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
rueeee Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2016
This should rly be a junkrat skin
mateusboga Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2016   Digital Artist
awesome design, love the slightly goofy anatomy :D
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September 2, 2016
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