Above is a build that I completed a while ago but then never really got round to getting renders and doing lore etc.

So um, I hope you enjoy it and... feel free to diamond c;

Regards, Aegos

~Also a big thanks to Kevaasaurus and Samanga Build Team for the amazing render :D


Some Lore! (warning - its kinda long and I ramble on a bit, but feel free to give some feedback)
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In the east of Barrenfall, lies a small forager's settlement which was named Griffinstone by the hunters and gatherers that frequent it.

Raegon sat in the corner of a small tavern, eyeing the dark ale in his tankard. His sword sat across his lap, while his map, bow, daggers and compass were strewn across the table in front of him. Braedon lifted his head slightly, but no so to reveal his features below the thick, concealing hood he wore. The creak of the door sounded throughout the room, before a grizzled man clad in leather and cloth pushed in with the roar of the outside storm. A scar streaked across his face, slashing over one white, featureless eye. He sat down at the nearest table with a tankard of pale ale and barked at the Innkeep for something to eat.

This man was Oaen Geren, once a member of the kings guard from the capital, now an outlaw for the suspected murder of the next heir to the throne, only to return unless he found the treasure of Vaerus, one of the great stores of one of the ancestors of the Kings of Barrenfall.
Thinging back to the days when his father had told stories of the great kinds of old, he remembered Vaerus' Palace, named Zaegor and supposed built in the east of Barrenfall, but a blizzard that was said to be called down by Therios -the God of the Sky- himself covered the mountain in snow, freezing Vaerus' servants and blanketing the palace and it's surroundings in white. Vaerus himself was said to be frozen in the cell where his treasure was held, however his heirs, who were sporting at a tourney vowed to never return to Zaegor, so not to be caught in another blizzard.
Now Oaen approached the Raegon, who's hard eyes stared out from underneath the hood.
'Ye don't think I could sit down here lad' Oaen announced as he approached, altering his tone to one softer than the one directed at the Innkeeper.
Sitting down, Oaen explained to Raegon that he was in search of a map, one that could lead him to Zaegor, palace of one of the ancient kings. At the mention of Zaeron, Raegon's eyes widened, realising that Oaen had drawn a dagger underneath the table and tapped it against his leg as to remind him that the slightest of movements could leave him one leg less.
As they conversed, Oaen barked for more ale, and more food, silver coins spilling from his purse as sun rose from the horizon and the howling of the night's storm faded.
The older man and Raegon hobbled out of the tavern, finally having agreed on the price of Raegon's aid...

2 months later...

Oaen lay on the ground, sprawled against a tree, eyes closed while Raegon sat watching the stars of the night sky twinkle. It was said that for one to find Zaeron, one must be led by a heir of Vaerus. Now they had found Zaegor, it's great pillars and domes piercing the sky above them.
So Oaen had known all along, Raegon was the 12th heir to the throne, and that Raegon was the only one who could take him to Zaegor... 'what a bloody clever man he is' Raegon thought before sleep took him in it's wary embrace.

The morning sun glowed orange against the winter wary sky, warming their faces. For the first time in 2 months Oaen allowed himself a small smiled as they trudged along the beaten path back towards Griffinstone, their rucksacks heavy with White and Yellow Golds and Gems of red, blue, green and orange. They were headed for the capital, where Oaen could be once again announced a member of the King's guard again and Raegon could be announced prince and heir to the throne of Barrenfall...

Thanks!