Ryan Bell
@ryan.anthony.bell

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Ryan Bell (@ryan.anthony.bell) Medias

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4 days ago
Here we have a sage without the KKK-ish helmet.

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6 days ago
ScHoOl WiFi Is GrEaT

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1 month ago
The Pewter Knight detests the sea now, he promised he'd go down into the trench to slay a god, he succeeded... and he was supposedly afflicted, but there's no such proof. Since then he's been made into a famed freelancer known from Aboneigh all the way to the desert lands of Terusalun, as well as the mountains and seas of norbaille, where they claim he's one who can drink a barrel of spirit.

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2 months ago
Happy Halloween fellas

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2 months ago
WIP

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3 months ago
The looming Oculus in the Meadows, swirling the night and reaching to the ocean in heaven... the flower of thorns coming to drag the desperate god to earth... the god had stolen a child, that had died before it could be born, the corpse was now of the sea due to its deformities and a child deformed for the sea was the way back to the sea. But the flower of thorns knew all too well it was the Trench that produced the endless ocean the celestial desperately reached for, that the ocean and the trench were the same thing. The flower of thorns grasped her weapon. (the flower of thorns (Rosemary) belongs to @x.stories_of_glory.x )

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3 months ago
[Eye of the Oculus, page 2] She went to the theater to find a immense entity upon the stage, the people were turned to white pulp... the father's head was blown open, dripping with milk and distateful sights. Behind the curtains it, the Oculus, showed a endless, and calm, ocean... it longed for home... but it could not see for the people had stolen its eye. It reached to the sea of the trench, it was so close...

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3 months ago
"You have no idea what he has begun!" -the Silver Herald.

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3 months ago
Inktober, day 1, poison Toxic Bud

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4 months ago
"Feeble things come out to seek space on earth on the night of the trench, invisible to those who lack blegzus... ah the prodigal Yharl... grant us the infestation of blood and truth so it shall germinate through our fragile forms. Let the blood of your soil, ever so rich, spill for the forlorn who are cradled by thorns at your gates, and fast for a taste of the lavish flesh you should bestow." Like the first celestial once did for the Oculus, Yharl blessed those who craved truth with the true figure of the gods, but man no longer saw beauty once they laid their eyes upon them, the gods were not what they had thought.