The Watcher of the Ash PeaksFor centuries, the Sky-Eater has sat upon the jagged peaks of the Cinder Mountains. He is the last of the Talon Guard, an order of knights tasked with preventing the clouds from catching fire. His armor is etched with the history of a kingdom that... See More »
The Necromancer's PlaylistIn a world where magic is channeled through radio frequencies and bass drops, this is a "Freq-Wraith." He’s currently studying a digital grimoire to find the perfect frequency to raise an army. The glowing goggles help him see the raw code of... See More »
A Scholarly DissectionThe basement of the annex smelled of damp paper and old copper. It was a soothing scent to Arthur. He adjusted his spectacles, the wire frames digging slightly into the puckered, angry skin of his cheeks. The book hummed. It didn't have pages so... See More »
Chlorophyll KissIn the year 2142, humanity didn’t fight a war; they succumbed to a bio-weapon that accelerated photosynthesis. To survive, people have to "bloom." Their skin has turned green, and they draw energy from the sun—but the process requires a massive... See More »
The Weight of Seeds.In the world of the Grey Sun, nothing grows naturally anymore. These are "Genesis Spheres," each one packed with enough biological potential to terraform a continent. The figure in the mask is the last "Grave Tender," an ancient servant cursed to... See More »
A Feast of Fresh ThingsThe children were lost in the scrublands after their village was reclaimed by the dust. They found the big guy trapped—perhaps in a rusted pipe or a sinkhole—and shared the last of their dry crackers with him. He had never tasted kindness, only the... See More »
The Eternal UnderstudyHe wasn't summoned by a dark cult or raised by a necromancer. He’s simply a forest spirit who found a trunk of discarded stage costumes from a traveling ballet troupe. While the other monsters are out scaring villagers, he’s in a moonlit clearing,... See More »
Playing with over exaggerated expressionI noticed I like the expressions, sometimes I play around with as overly exaggerated as one can get.
The Taxidermist of ThoughtsThe woman in the bonnet doesn’t collect physical objects. She collects the "stray thoughts" that people lose when they daydream too hard. If a thought is left unattended for too long, it becomes a feral shadow. She catches them, presses them into... See More »
The Bloom SentinelsLong after the earth refused to heal. The soil was too choked with lead and ash for anything to grow—until the "Daughters" appeared. No one knows who built them or what hides behind the porcelain masks, but wherever they stand, the yellow flowers... See More » (+2)
The Butcher’s EtiquetteIn the subterranean markets of the Under-Rim, currency isn’t gold; it’s lineage. Lyra, a noble of the Third Circle, stands before a stall of "Primal Cuts." She isn't looking for sustenance, but for a specific memory locked within the marrow of an... See More »
Madness of LoveI took one of my older pics from another AI generated art pic I did and combined it, liked it. Here's some of the original, I made a set: (+1)
The EscapeLulu didn’t leave because of the fire or the brimstone—she left because the Brimstone Academy’s curriculum was "unbearably dull." After successfully picking the lock on the Great Brass Gates with a hairband, she wandered out into our world,... See More »
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