Traveling far from his origins, Ori continues to battle the demons of the past deep within the recesses of his subconscious. If he was actually out monster-hunting, he would have remembered to bring some pants. (I'm going to stay away from WH40k stuff, I think it's rubbed off in unexpected ways. Feel free to beat some sense into me if zogging cosmic horrors and grimderp spew forth from my mind.)

And yes, that's Great Uncle's Bryomount 590 shotgun from the Van Lang Civil War. It was re-inventoried and somehow ended up in Ori's hands when he was deployed to fight in the Euphrates Continuation War.

Artwork, Ori Hadar © of me

"Perhaps this time the lesson will stick, you quuxheads!"
"Oh Floppy Ears, you're back for another round~?"
"Still as predictable as ever. You really never change, do you. It's sad."