One day I will finally get it through my head that Lier does not belong here anymore XD Quick doodle/sketch that I may or may not color in the future. Lordy i haven't drawn a deer in AGES, it felt weird. And for those who can remember him, Lier grew a lot x3 no more lanky little dorky Lier deer :<

I got the tournament entry results last week, out of 34 artists that entered they let 16 in.

Lier was #8 C: so we're in and on to round one. I guess that's where I got the title for this from, when this tournament is over, he probably won't be considered knightly anymore, and certainly there will be no reason to smile. This tournament is dark man, if the other players don't off you, the plague that started the whole thing will...

WE'RE GOING TO HAVE FUN LIER 8D

Lier: Ho boy >.>

I guess you could say this piece also came about from a piece of free-form prose I barfed out earlier, click read more if you feel like reading crappy writing X3 This tournament got me thinking about the future of this guy, because as a character, I'm really reluctant to let this guy go. He is definitely my favorite of all my deer, err, was....is...I don't know. He's supposedly dead but obviously isn't because Cato's silly. Let's just say that he is unofficially dead XD

Anywho, back to the point: I love my Lier deer, and I'd love to see his character develop. And this tournament is helping him go in almost exactly the direction I want him to go. But i can't help but remember the jaunty, carefree little knight who romed this Forest and annoyed the crap out of everyone he met. Atiq's little adopted brother who brought joy and drama all at once. At one time, Lier took this place by storm and then fell into (almost) infamy. For all the good and bad memories, the Lier that was born here is gone. what becomes of him now is still up to chance, I don't know how he's going to change, but he is.

Guess the short of it is, I want to say a final goodbye to Lier Deer. I'll probably still doodle him from time to time, but he will never technically come back. New Lier might visit, but meh, no high hopes for that.

My storytelling is rusty, so this thing sorta sucks. Yay spazz writing!

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The once flashy knight sat off to the side packing away his things in a small wooden chest.
A little boy noticed and tottered over to the man, large eyes bulging with innocent curiosity.
"Sir Knight, where are your feathers, your bells? You wore colors of bright rubies and emeralds once. Why are you putting them away?"
The knight paused in his task and turned to the boy. His face betrayed his still young age, though he looked tired and older. "There comes a time lad, when we grow past what we used to be, and change our colors. My time as a jaunty, young fool-knight are done. The vast spanse of the world calls my heart and leads me forth," The knight went to remove the bracelet of siver bells a gypsy granted him, instead taking up a dagger. "And the world is a dark place."
The knight sheathed his weapon and stood, picking up his satchel and walking stick, ready to set out on his journey.
The young boy followed the knight, looking up at him with curious wonder; the knight had finally grown into a man. Then the boy noticed a slight twinkle of silver, and heard one trilling note of small bells, coming from the knight's wrist.
"Sir Knight! You forgot to take off your band of bells!" cried the boy, trying to be helpful.
The knight paused and gave one last wry smile, "I know."

Lier shut his book and leaned back against the railing, closing his eyes. The slow, rocking motion of the boat almost lulled him to sleep, he regretted staying up so late the previous night. His eyes opened once more at the cry of a deckhand. Lier looked over his shoulder to see the island looming ever closer on the horizon, where his newest adventure awaited his arrival. He sighed, his breath haulted by the surgical mask he had forgotten to remove once he got past the quarantine.
"Oh, I guess it's okay to take this off now. I must really be out of it to forget that it was here." The offending mask was tossed aside, and Lier focused once more on his destination. He was well aware that whatever happend, he wouldn't come back as the same Lier that left. That is, if he came back at all. Lier knew that whatever events played out on that island, he would change, most likely for the worst. The following weeks would be tough, Lier would face many a foe and shed plenty of blood.
But he knew he had someone waitng back at home for him, and that's what he was fighting for, to see them smile again. With that happy thought in mind, Lier looked up to the sky with closed eyes, and smiled one last time.