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Enter Enchantress
Now on Tapas!
https://tapas.io/series/Blaring-Sirens
2.1 Return to TaremorEnter Pom Pom!
Past Pages: (Prologue) 1 2 3 4 5 Or click the tumblr for more content!
Support me on: Patreon, ko-fi, webtoons
New Runes!
General protection and sleep protection for Seer
Inktober-Magic with Seer from my comic blaring sirens!
1.5
1.4 Also on webtoons and get early viewing on my patreon
1.3
Take Heed- 1.2
Dralues tends to leave the resting unprepared for something as grave as a beast from Ferbyss
2nd page!
Page 1 !
Runes/Glyphs assets for BS!
Will be posted here, on my patreon, and on webtoons probably next month!
Promo Art The Seer
The MC/Seer/Seidr in Copic glory
Im quite pleased with this
Creature Development-The Named
Based off of the name stealing/curses fables
When your name is heard from those waiting in the other realm your soul becomes cursed. Soon to be trapped with them. Rumors say that during the day of pain and sorrow, that if you manage to find one knowing the mystic arts, they can free you between your coughs of black toxic gunk. Though none have ever seen this. They have only seen your person suddenly vanish from their sight and heard the moaning when the vial is thin. Seen the failed attempts to bring back what was lost and the hanging talismans hoping to ward off the spirits.
The named are calling, watching, begging for you to utter your name.
Stolen, you become a trapped soul, sitting on the other planes of the earth. Stuck in this odd painful non-corporeal state not to seen by any true mortal.
There you stay, in the between realm, filled with ghastly shrieks and moans and foggy concepts of who you once were.
Forever a wispy essence begging for someone to utter their name in hopes that, this time will be the time, your soul will be freed.