I love the theme, they look like fairies in a fantasy world🧚♀️
I love the theme, they look like fairies in a fantasy world🧚♀️
I write entire articles in my head I could have my own magazine tbh
Some seven hundred years ago fishermen off the coast of the Aenod Republic made a startling find in their nets, a smooth obsidian pyramid-shaped stone. The Obsidian Capstone cannot be linked to any ancient civilization though a proper investigation was never done before it disappeared. For nearly a century after being found the capstone was held by a small village that enjoyed peace and bounty. Eventually stolen by pirates the Obsidian Capstone appears a few times throughout history always bringing long life, good fortune and peace to those who possess it. Given its blessed qualities it is no surprise this queer relic has been long sought after.
As of the time of this writing the Obsidian Capstone has vanished. Some say the Runaway Kings have it while others speculate it is currently held by the Tauxien Empire. Mayhaps a cabal of powerful sorcerers ensured this mysterious relic was hidden away for the day it’s true power can be brought to bear against the enemies of light and life…mayhaps.
“I made rubbings of the etchings every day and every day they changed. Yes, symbols repeated but never was the entirety of the writings that same twice. I spent days looking at the stone hoping to see the script change only to yawn or nod off for but a second and have it all change. The stone did not want to give up its secrets so I abided it and gave all the rubbings to the fire.”
-Alfredo Maxino, priest of Tinius
The first in a series of breakdowns I’m working on for the visual design for the various armies in my novel, Oath of Fire. Most of the protagonists hail from Garthearia, including Joslyn Lys, who was a rifleman of the Bloody 36th. Working hard on the book!
The coasts of the island continent of Iyohida have historically been a hotbed for particularly vicious pirates. Centuries ago growing weary of being routinely brutalized shamans from numerous coastal villages called upon the sea god Kujimajara and struck a bargain. In exchange for a sacrifice of bulls each year a village shaman can call upon the bake-kujira, the children of Kujimajara
for protection from pirates. The bake-kujira appear as ghostly or skeletal whales and with them come dangerous storms. The punishing storms of the bake-kujira are said to have claimed thousands of pirate ships and their crews and occasionally return stolen treasures with the tide.
Found in scattered pockets throughout Hypraxia the dire mandrill is a disturbingly large and violent version of its mundane cousin. The dire mandrill was bred by morphomancers of ancient Mezar-Senpet for war and to stand guard over sacred sites. After being released into the wild the beasts went feral but retained the territorial instincts bred into them. Standing six to seven feet at the shoulder these powerful primates can easily tear an armored warrior asunder. There are salacious and vulgar rumors amongst the common folk that Erushan priestess cavort with these beasts to produce fierce warrior sons.
Here is the last part of magical pictures. I’m sorry it took so long I’ve been very busy. My favorite world is number 5 I just like the little houses and the mushrooms 🍄 it’s just so cute 😊 anyways hope y’all have a great day! Also feel free to comment your favorite or favorites✨
Calliope Arwood and Mordred Lee
The city of Goricara in the Aenod Republic is the headquarters of the Sharoo Magyar Alligium, the commercial octopus and supplicant to the Bank of Shadowpool. The sprawling canal city is a wonder to behold with buildings designed by the world’s most exalted architects and statues carved by the finest sculptors. Goricara is an epicenter of culture, art, technology, commerce and statecraft attracting envoys from as far away as distant Suukim and Lydoccia.
Functionally part of the Aenod Republic the city is autonomous with no archon from the republic daring to challenge the arrangement. Every trade charter representing the various continents and regions of Arkera has an entire ward of the city along with smaller wards for the hundreds of various guilds and agencies that make up the behemoth Alligium. At the heart of the city is the grand seat of the Alligium leadership, the imposing and unbreachable Citadel of Exchange.
When wandering the streets of Goricara one will see people from every corner of creation and hear a thousand different languages. Every good and service, legal or illicit can be procured if one knows the right people and has enough coin. No illegal enterprises exist in Goricara without the blessing, and proper kickbacks to the Alligium. Museums exist alongside brothels in a city where humanity’s finest achievements mingle with its most perverse turpitudes.
The marvelous balls of Goricara have become famous around Arkera for their mystery and intrigue. Nobles, diplomats, merchants and other people of prominence gather in opulent villas donning exquisite masks and exotic raiment. I have been to these gatherings, they are profane and otherworldly where mortal flesh mingles with the darkest shadows of our reality.
“Men who are ashamed of what they do wear masks…cities can wear masks too.”
-Marzooq Kamir, Lyhian merchant
I redrew a map of a world I created seven years ago.
For mortals the urge to reproduce is as natural as breathing thus when it is perverted with dark magick it makes ever the more foul. A demoncularum is a mortal vessel bred with the lone purpose of being the vehicle for a demonic entity. The rituals involved with creating a demoncularum are intricate, intense and take years to accomplish and far beyond the scope of most sorcerers. The woman that bears the vessel must be a fully corrupted soul so dedicated to darkness that not a shred of decency remains within - it may surprise many but this is hard to find. As for the male that fathers the demoncularum…one is good as the next.
A demoncularum is created for a highly specific task, usually a plot generations in the making. The demon chosen to take on human form must be in league with the mortal machinations which given the fickle nature of my kind can also be difficult to manage. There have been cases when a demon becomes so infatuated with physical form it goes rogue much to the ire of those who worked so diligently to bring it to this realm. I can speak unequivocally from experience that transitioning from non-physical form
Of course, the images are not mine and I give all due respect to the owner/models, but like,,,,They’re so cool! And badass!
The void ghoul is an entity that can be summoned to this material realm from a hellish world in the outer darkness. Conjuring a void ghoul is an arduous task alone, binding it is another matter entirely. These entities have a primordial alien intelligence not properly aligned to our reality and without proper magical control they will destroy themselves in a fruitless effort to return to their realm. If a dark sorcerer is able to bind a void ghoul they have at their disposal a ghastly creature as capable of causing madness as tearing you asunder. Employed as guardians a void ghoul will fight with reckless abandon to fulfill their charged duty.
Void ghouls are hulking masses of white flesh on two legs that manage to look both disgustingly corpulent and thewy simultaneously. It has no head or sensory organs, only two gaping maws in its elongated torso. Their gaping maws are filled with glossy black teeth and forked tongues that drip a paralytic venom. These nightmarish creatures have four arms each topped with a long ebony spike able to pierce a steel breastplate with ease. Formidable in combat they can quickly regenerate wounds and severed limbs except when struck by blessed weapons which cause them terrific pain.
A kingdom, turned to ashes. War ravaged world, once beautiful, now desolate and decimated.
But no more.
Caring, tender hands, bring back the life. Little by little, ounce by ounce. Black and grey return to green and blue and red. Using one’s own life to bring back the life to what was once gone. Fields of gold and green, saved and returned for a ready harvest.
A massacre, turned to a slash-and-burn. The world is healing, and soon the people will follow.
Verkh Charnel Fields
The Verkh Charnel Fields are perhaps one of the most shuddersome locations in all the world. Somewhere deep in the autonomous region of Nar'vora are the Verkh Charnel Fields, a vast cemetery of alleged alien origin. The Vygin clans tell tales of a dying race that descended to the earth in the cataclysmic days after the Judgement in search of a place to die…if this is true they certainly found it.
The Verkh Charnel Fields exist in a perfect five league radius around a collapsing fortress. The fields are filled with thousands of slim tombstones, some fallen but most standing vigil over the bones below. The tombstones all bear visages of sullen, large-headed beings and crude script denoting some unique identifier…perhaps. The unnamed fortress at the center of the cemetery seems to be of mortal make but no indication of who built it. The structure is barely standing appearing to have been consumed by fire hot enough to melt rock.
“If the remains are the genuine article then I cannot confirm nor deny they are that of modern man. If indeed real then my conclusion the remains are not that of some ghoulish alien race but more likely an uncataloged tribe of deformed men that once thrived in those barbarous wastes…”
-Tsek Pavlovich, Royal Surgeon of the Czardom of Vormanska