9 Works in Sythel (Warframe)
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The experiences of Drifter, through Kullervo's eyes.
Takes place before The Duviri Paradox, brief mentions during the wuest itself, and after New War. NW is not mentioned.
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"Kullervo often wonders why his days are void of anything. What he'd give for blood. For a blade's kiss. What he would do to be free. Even if he is much too aware he has far from earned it."
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很久很久以前，在“墙”这一边的壮丽土地上，生活着幸福的玛蒂拉。她对现状非常满意，以至于没有任何想要被实现的愿望。
- Language:
- 中文-普通话 國語
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- 4,736
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 2
- Hits:
- 27
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Duviri continues to find a way to hurt Drifter, despite everything.
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- Part 4 of Patron to the Void
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,211
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 17
- Hits:
- 387
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Discretely falling into the Fear Spiral, The Sound of a Bell triggers Grim’s (Drifter’s) fight or flight response.
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A small archive of the fully finished drawings I did for Warframe throughout 2024.
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Some 1k words I wrote down because I wasn't feeling so good.
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Never, in all his Spirals, had the Drifter ever found Humor. Maybe the Orokin author of his favorite "Tales of Duviri" storybook simply didn't appreciate the art of a good joke. Maybe he was, as Teshin often said with that wry smile, merely a sarcastic little shit.
For the first time in centuries, he smiled so broadly his cheeks hurt.
Maybe some of Mathila's mad happiness was rubbing off on him after all, because despite dying day after day in futile attempts to leave, now that he finally could, he wanted to stay and make his make-believe kingdom a better place.
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Dominus Thrax grows bored, and so he commissions one of Duviri's long lost artisans to create a new pawn for which to play his games...
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“You’re thinking about it again…?” She looks at him. Fuck, he has seen her through thick and thin, but the bags under her eyes are mattresses.
“Dad, I can’t… I can’t shake it off. It’s killing me, more than Thrax’ soldiers, more than the Sentients…” He puts his finger on her mouth, silencing her.
“Sleep now. Lay your head on my lap, and sleep.”