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Well this was fun

I mean, it actually was, but the chain mail took SO MUCH TIME that I just wasn't even gonna have time to line, even if i had the patience for it.

It's not even good chain mail and it took me forever holy shit.

Linky: aiffe.tumblr.com/post/13431281…

Anywhozit, as any observant person will likely notice, today's day is neither lined nor colored yet. Mainly because, as stated above, I just wasn't even gonna try lining all that chain mail right now, no way no how.

This is Quil, a cleric that i made specifically for this day, but that I think I have a place for already, since I had a new story idea bouncing around so yeah.

He seems very mysterious and almost ethereal to people who don't know him, but he's actually a little bit of a klutz, and he only seems mysterious because he never speaks. And he never speaks because he only knows one language that has been dead for millennia.

Why does he only know that one language? Remember the klutz thing I mentioned? Yeah, about..seven centuries or so ago he was practicing with his staff and knocked himself out with it, then fell down this sort of...platformed area where he had been practicing, hitting his head several more times on the way down. When he first came to he remembered nothing, but over many centuries he has regained most of his memories. He still feels like he's forgetting someone important, and he hopes that he was only courting them, not married to them, because he would be being the worst husband ever right now off in god-knows-where-town population 309, having to do all kinds of favors for a lord that he is indebted to. Except he's not indebted to him. Amnesia and being too trustworthy can just be a drag sometimes man.

He's made friends, and they're helping him along, but he'd really like to figure out the rest of his memories, particularly any relating to languages, since remembering how to speak other ones would be awesome, thanks.

To make matters more difficult to him, all signs of his church's/temple's/whatever's existence disappeared around four centuries ago, so now he's worried that he's either making up everything about them, or they're in danger and he is, again, still in god-knows-where-town population 309.

He gets frustrated with his memory loss a lot, but one of his friends, a rather talented young-ish Bard, can usually soothe him with music. It makes Quil wonder if whoever he was courting also knew something about music. The Bard has some suspicions of her own, as some of the few things that Quil can remember about the person that he thinks he may have been courting reminded her of a mentor of hers, but in recent years said mentor has been very hard to track down, so she's keeping her thoughts to herself for the moment.

Is that enough description I'm not sure if that's enough description

Anyway, I'll line and color him later.

Design and character belong to Solarfox123

No one may use these lines in any way, shape, or form, they belong to me, like I just said. I always feel silly for adding that on but whenever I show my work only as sketches I get a l'il worried.

Alternative Title: On the Tenth Day of Drowmas My True Love Gave to Me: One Amnesiac Cleric~ (Sweetie what the hell I never asked for this take it back and return it omg)

Description
Well this was fun

I mean, it actually was, but the chain mail took SO MUCH TIME that I just wasn't even gonna have time to line, even if i had the patience for it.

It's not even good chain mail and it took me forever holy shit.

Linky: aiffe.tumblr.com/post/13431281…

Anywhozit, as any observant person will likely notice, today's day is neither lined nor colored yet. Mainly because, as stated above, I just wasn't even gonna try lining all that chain mail right now, no way no how.

This is Quil, a cleric that i made specifically for this day, but that I think I have a place for already, since I had a new story idea bouncing around so yeah.

He seems very mysterious and almost ethereal to people who don't know him, but he's actually a little bit of a klutz, and he only seems mysterious because he never speaks. And he never speaks because he only knows one language that has been dead for millennia.

Why does he only know that one language? Remember the klutz thing I mentioned? Yeah, about..seven centuries or so ago he was practicing with his staff and knocked himself out with it, then fell down this sort of...platformed area where he had been practicing, hitting his head several more times on the way down. When he first came to he remembered nothing, but over many centuries he has regained most of his memories. He still feels like he's forgetting someone important, and he hopes that he was only courting them, not married to them, because he would be being the worst husband ever right now off in god-knows-where-town population 309, having to do all kinds of favors for a lord that he is indebted to. Except he's not indebted to him. Amnesia and being too trustworthy can just be a drag sometimes man.

He's made friends, and they're helping him along, but he'd really like to figure out the rest of his memories, particularly any relating to languages, since remembering how to speak other ones would be awesome, thanks.

To make matters more difficult to him, all signs of his church's/temple's/whatever's existence disappeared around four centuries ago, so now he's worried that he's either making up everything about them, or they're in danger and he is, again, still in god-knows-where-town population 309.

He gets frustrated with his memory loss a lot, but one of his friends, a rather talented young-ish Bard, can usually soothe him with music. It makes Quil wonder if whoever he was courting also knew something about music. The Bard has some suspicions of her own, as some of the few things that Quil can remember about the person that he thinks he may have been courting reminded her of a mentor of hers, but in recent years said mentor has been very hard to track down, so she's keeping her thoughts to herself for the moment.

Is that enough description I'm not sure if that's enough description

Anyway, I'll line and color him later.

Design and character belong to Solarfox123

No one may use these lines in any way, shape, or form, they belong to me, like I just said. I always feel silly for adding that on but whenever I show my work only as sketches I get a l'il worried.

Alternative Title: On the Tenth Day of Drowmas My True Love Gave to Me: One Amnesiac Cleric~ (Sweetie what the hell I never asked for this take it back and return it omg)