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ive wanted to make a proper new iteration on my harpies for a bit but i couldnt really make up my mind if i wanted them to be quadruped like the basilisks, but then i decided they shall be so, but it took some bit to figure out in what way because i wanted their silhouette to read a lot smaller/upright. but NEOW i think i figured out something i like...
A Vampire Ears guide
Because I stand for diversity and want to see it more in art styles.
I did it spontaneously. I still can't find the perfect brush for pretty handwritten text, as you see.
Added a lot of POV lore but idk how to introduce this so uhhh, have a rant about how mortality works!
Mortals:
Basic humanity. Mortal, normal lifespan, no powers, no magic unless you kill a dragon.
Patrons:
Basically this world’s version of demigods. If a god decides they like a mortal enough, they can grant them a fraction of their power. You get different abilities depending on what god granted you their power (ex: Rowan being immortal in the ‘doesn't age but can die of normal means’ sense; Cas being immortal in the ‘cannot die at all, ages slowly’ sense).
They exist on the same plane as mortals since they once were mortals, and are confined to the mortal plane, but can interact with their patron god.
The Dead:
When you die, you are elevated off of the mortal plane into a world of eternal nothingness. It is described in book 1 as “the color you see when you close your eyes”. Not black, not darkness, just nothing, for the rest of eternity, being guarded over by Somne.
The Gods:
The gods are dramatized versions of egregores (an autonomous, non-physical "thought-form" or collective mind created by a group focusing emotional energy on a shared symbol, idea, or purpose[google]). They are formed because of a collective belief in a certain thing, and their power is entirely tied to how many people continue to believe or worship them.
Lower Gods:
Most deities. Formed sporadically later on in history as separate cultures and religions formed, their powers vary
They cannot directly interact with mortals due to the restrictions put on them after the deistic war(haven’t posted about this yet but it’s basically this huge war that happened that ended with Phoenix ripping a continent in half :D), but they have found loopholes for this because they enjoy meddling.
They can possess living mortals, but their souls will begin to fight back, no matter the situation, and their physical body will begin to decay and rot because it cannot handle the power. To avoid this, it is easiest to just possess a freshly dead mortal--their bodies are fresh enough to function, but without the consciousness fighting against the deity.
Higher Gods:
Phoenix and Somne. The first gods that formed, and therefore the oldest and most powerful, because they have the most worshippers.
They are able to freely interact with the mortal world as they please and have somewhat of a rule over the lower gods.
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Under the city, the cult reshaped the darkness.
What began as silent logistics revealed a deeper presence moving below the streets.
I Choose You: The Mighty Nein Episode 7 Breakdown
The Mighty Nein almost fall apart in Episode 7, but this penultimate chapter proves why they CHOOSE each other. New arcs rise, loyalties are tested, and the endgame is closer than ever. Check it out!
The Divine and Dreadful Face in the Frost, and the Final College of The Triangle
Slowly melting one hundred miles North of the Ruins of Tyralinthian, there has scarcely survived the gaunt remainder of a reinforced castle cut from primeval frost. In the Forgotten Times, it was a colossal fumarolic chimney in the very center of the Frozen South. Transformed by humanity thousands of years ago into a divine idol, this site of antiquity is internally carved out at its base to house medium-sized armies and externally fashioned to honor the harrowing faces of the flesh giants who ruled Atma’Zae for ten millennia. In an Age that came long before, the gryphons, the dragons of the sea and primates from the Northeast all worshipped the mighty and supposedly immortal ogres. Each race was eager to demonstrate fealty and ingenuity with their signature innovations, crafting and gathering styles. The Ancient Gods accepted enormous offerings of collected and carefully netted natural resources and food from the gryphons. The sea drakes presented powerful gifts of a far more ritualistic and magickal nature to their ten-millennia campaign to the North. But the ogres were most impressed with men and women of the Realm, and secretly feared them, for their natural talents in synthesizing raw materials and magic into systems and structures that were far more advanced than anything the mighty but simple-minded ogres could possibly conjure in their wildest and most dream-like machinations. Having only taken minor structural damage from recent distant seismic activity and sitting in the middle of a newly marginally toxified atmosphere, this already dilapidated construct was designed to stand strong by a species that was considered a simple and disposable ape throughout the previous Ages. Frequently retrofitted for multifarious uses by both the flesh giants and humanity over the course of eleven-thousand years, this site has served as a place of gaining divine favour, a military outpost for small and middle-sized armies of crusading ogrish soldiers, a research laboratory for a famous plague doctor, and most recently a mere landmark and iconic tourist attraction. In these, the Days of Ash, it has become the final residence for a hermitic order of high mages who have lost their ancestral home to the Nemesis.
Once known as Ugg-So-Gnixx, ogrish for The-Face-In-The-Southern-Frosts, crusader ogres passed over and ever northward through this harsh, bitter cold region, once noted geographically for its many tall fumaroles spitting out steam and gases directly from the Core of the World. While the ogres’ numbers diminished rapidly for their holy war with a species of competing giants, they became keenly aware of the existence of another smaller-statured species in the Far Northeast. Unlike the gryphons and naga of the World, this species of ascended and intelligent monkeys could not fly or breathe underwater, but possessed remarkably well-honed survival skills, versatile communication abilities and imaginative methods for crafting weapons and edifices from nothing more than hacked wood and rough stones. Around twelve thousand years ago, originally emerging from the Sapien Rainforest along the eastern continental coastline, these apes had come out from dense and wet tree lands to build their first settlement by the Eastern Sea, which had no name, and was landmarked by three emergent pyramids as an extension of their worship and reverence to the three closest stars: Xear, Nuc, and Qo. The flesh giants, although initially ambivalent toward the intelligent apes, quickly recognized this genus as a potential threat to their continent-wide reign. The ogres approached the apes with an offer; supplant sun worship for ogre worship and serve them in their war efforts against their eight-legged arch nemesis or be instantly annihilated. Under duress, 30,000 of these monkeys were uprooted from their new home and forced to travel over a thousand miles by foot to the Frozen South to prove their endurance and ability. The Gods instructed the apes to create a symbol in the frost that reflected the formidable face of their new deities. Choosing the region’s tallest natural ice tower as a construction site, humans quickly fashioned pickaxes and shovels to hallow out complex lower and upper tunnels and windows. Like worker ants, the monkeys from the Northeast reshaped its outer icy turret into something that would hopefully make the flesh giants appear aesthetically dignified. For the ogres were ugly, and nothing more than their slave masters. Using improvisational methods of formation and reinforcement, this tower would have long ago melted away if not properly internally supported by whole tree trunks, wood pulp and sawdust. Within months of its construction, the ogres became impressed with the pragmatic, quickly mobilized and artistic efforts of the apes. And the apes were kept alive allowed, for now, to serve.
Renamed Pschivraxx after the fifth God-King and the World’s most prominent plague doctor, this Great Scientist used this deeply secluded and distant tower to analyze and research unconventional alchemic methods to ward off the Second Contagion that ravaged the population of Atma’Zae approximately 400 yesteryears ago. While nearly one-third of humanity had been wiped out by this endemic disease, which turned veins black and caused one side of the neck to swell until asphyxiation, the God of the Infected invented sophisticated new herbal formulations in this location, combining common herbal ingredients and heavy metals broken down into powders such as magnesium and calcium to create a humble remedy. Known as the Pansy Pill, it was a mineral rich, swallowable and easy-to-mass-produce white tablet derived from this region’s own vitamin-rich arctic pansy flowers to ward and kill off the deadly bacteria that caused the great infection. Pschivraxx visited each of the major continental cities and townships of Atma’Zae and recommended elementary sanitation methods to purge build ups of the Second Contagion in local waterways, sewers and alleyways. Famously, Pschivraxx would goad and yell at town mayors and regional governors in front of their own citizens to get their hands dirty and personally help with the removal of trash, rat nests, and corpse-infested piles of junk from creeks and narrow passageways so that fresh water and foot traffic could safely pass through their townships once again. Now populated by around 150 surviving high mages from Tyralinthian, the highest-ranking wizards and sorcerers of The Triangle were called to this site by an unknown force only to discover Pschivraxx’s library, crafting facilities, study chambers, and laboratories in slightly scathed but serviceably working condition. This is now the last College of the Magi, and its few remaining conjurers work tirelessly to find the source of and solution to the Unlearning, which still remains a mystery after four decades of continent-wide decay.
Lore Entry # 10 (click here for art)
(original posted by @thestolenthrone I only added Warhammer to it, because it was missing !)
Her Roots Run with Blood (pt. 2)
<<<< ++++ >>>> “See?” Alma said, smiling nervously, “She doesn’t know what she wants, Breshka.”
The aging eyes stared into Lisl's. “She doesn’t know how to say what she wants.”
“Enough,” Kurt said. The rumble in his voice warned the two women to let the subject drop. He turned to his daughter, “Did you mend my sleeve?”
She shook her head.
“Mend it now. I’ll need it tomorrow.”
Alma spoke up, “She’s not finished eating, Kurt.”
He sighed, “She should have mended it earlier, then. Go on, Lisl.”
Lisl took one last spoonful--the last before the dregs--before moving to her seat by the hearth. She placed the large shirt on her lap, her heart heavy. She knew why he needed it tomorrow. He planned to speak to the village priest about officiating her marriage to Ernst Jorgensen.
She breathed in ragged gasps, trying to blink the tears away as she sewed. Breska's words had filled her with consternation. She did not know what her future might have been beyond Gernt. Those strange inklings drew her back to her thoughts of the mountains beyond. For a brief fleeting moment, she let her mind drift to that unknown; to that world of such wonders, she doubted it could even exist.
