Dec 8, 2025
I tire of playing Autarchs of old, my friend! Next time I should be a gallant knight on a quest to rescue his lady love!
A behind-the-scenes sequel to this illustration I did years ago.
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I tire of playing Autarchs of old, my friend! Next time I should be a gallant knight on a quest to rescue his lady love!
A behind-the-scenes sequel to this illustration I did years ago.
¡Oh triste de ti Bandenazar, el más sin ventura de cuantos nacieron, que la Fortuna permitiese para mayor dolor tuyo que los imperios de Babilonia, Persia y Trapesonda, con toda la redondez de la tierra, te fuesen sujetos, dotándote de fuerzas y ventura más que a otro en el universo para darte tal caída que vinieses en el extremo presente que por mano de tu mayor enemigo estés puesto en tales tormentos sin que la muerte jamas haya lugar de té vencer! ¿Cómo es posible que el que por dios por todos era tenido esté al presente en tormento tan doloroso? Oh muerte, ¿por qué no me acabas? Oh vida, ¿por qué me sigues, siendo tan perseguido de la contraria Fortuna?
Belianís de Grecia (I-II) de Jerónimo Fernández (1545)
Alas, Bandenazar, the unluckiest of all who have ever been born, who was sorrowfully granted the empires of Babylon, Persia and Trebizond, and of all the roundness of the Earth by Fortune, who also gave you more strength and felicity than to any other in the universe, only to make you fall to this state by the hand of your greatest enemy, in such torment that death won’t ever conquer you! How can it be for one that was once deemed godlike to be presently subjected to such a painful torment? O, death, why won’t you end me? O, life, why do you chase me, if I’m already chased by adverse Fortune?
Belianís of Greece (I-II) by Jerónimo Fernández (1545)
Deep in the wastes of Vaarn, a Sourcerer bargains with a Quantum Daemon
Gaudy jewel of Vaarn’s southern badlands, the city of a thousand shaded bazaars, a thirsty, bustling morass of dusty courtyards and guild halls and artisans’ workshops. If there is something to be sold in Vaarn, then Gnomon is the place to buy it. Everything within the crumbling blue walls of the city has a price: water, food, song, love, and death.
La portada de “Imperio Vestigial” una ambientación para juegos de rol que estoy desarrollando junto a José Carlos Domínguez del blog Un Paladín en el Infierno.
The cover of “Vestigial Empire”, a setting for role-playing games that I am developing with José Carlos Domínguez from the blog Un Paladín en el Infierno.
They are the fulfillment of humanity’s oldest and fondest wish: that we might join the birds we envy in the unbounded blue of the depths above. Despite forsaking the ground they have renounced none of their ancestors’ pride and the creatures are famed for their mercurial tempers and capacity to hold a grudge.
The harpies of Ostriel are shaped like predatory birds with vibrantly coloured feathers, possessed of the visages and metacarpi of pale, aristocratic humans. Their clawed feet are as dextrous as any hand, and they are known as expert archers.
Ancestry: Harpy for Vaults of Vaarn by Leo Hunt
...but no wrongdoing can hide forever from the Light of the Trust.
From Exposed, episode nineteen of the second season of Midst
With dragonfly speed She bites the sword in two; with her teeth she destroys the sword of bronze. She strikes him in his side. His blood paints the moon; Crimson his blood paints the plains of the moon. Two trunkless legs fall; nothing beside remains.