#kimbul

[serpenlupus]

Priestesses of Kimbul

I haven’t halted this project, it’s just that I got stuck with the design of the 4th xD but I plan to finish the last two before this year ends!

[little-viking-draw]

Some Requested I did outfits for male zandalari and here they are 🌺

C and B have already been bought and I am very happy 😭❤️

Edit: All outfits have been bought thank you so much 🌺❤️

[isei-silva]

Proud to finally show my art for The Lost Codex’s most recent lore video on Kimbul! Check it out!

Lessons of the Loa: Eraka no Kimbul - The King of Cats, the Prey’s Doom | Lost Codex Lore Video

[crisasthewakener]

Comfy Pajamas!

Done with my new watercolor pencils (and a bit of digital editing)

From top to bottom, Kimbul, Pa’Ku, Hir’eek, Ragnaros and Ysera

[nevelis]

This night among the sands was not unlike every other. A beautiful blanket of stars shone above, their light glistening through the palm canopy that shaded her camp. The idle lapping of the nearby oasis waters was enough to lull her asleep, the soothing sound accompanied by the rising din of night-life that sung in the twilight hours.

Nevelis lay inside her tent, atop a linen bedroll that she hadn't quite made it into before passing out. Her armor rest atop the nearby armor stand, the occasional shaft of moonlight glinting against the red leather. Just beneath the pillow that she rest her head, the glint of red metal that was her daggers was visible - ever within reach.

She did not dream often, and when she did it was typically something unpleasant. Her headspace was often tormented by previous failures and ambitions, things that had once been paramount that were no longer a staple of her person. However, tonight, it had been blissful and serene - a simple nothingness that allowed her rest after a hard day of work.

That was until she heard it. Like when you stepped into a mud-puddle - a slop̨pi͡ng sound that grew louder as seconds ticked on. It came and went, stickily squishing in her ears, enough to make her tired eyes open in annoyance. When she looked around the tent, it was spacious and empty, lit only by the occasional shimmer of moon or starlight that glanced through the half parted opening. Then, when she closed her eyes, it arose in a sticky ca͢ćophón͝y, deafening in that regard.

She attempted to tune it out, eyes squeezing shut just a bit tighter. This only made the noises grow louder, a dissona͡nc͝e͘ of noisy whispers joining the chorus of unruly, wet noises that prompted her to clamp her clawed hands over her ears in a vain attempt to quiet them.

To̘̻̘͔͕̯ ͎̫̯̜sļe͢e͏p̯̜̩̩̖ ̸̟͍i̥͝s̰̯͝ ̠̼͚͙͓͙̲to̜͈̦ͅ ̷͇͔̺̤̜̫w̤̙̱̰̭͍a̩̜̻̙͝ke͜.̭͖̮̟͚̫̗ Spoke a growling, baritone voice. A͏̳̤l̢l ̜͡ey͡e҉s ͉̗̥w̩͖̩̝i͝l̷̼͇l̕ ̩̤̩̝͕b̖͟è̞͎̭̦̜̜ op̖͎̤͍e̵ne͈d̰͔.̶

Whatever, whoever, spoke made her stomach turn. She felt bile rise in her throat and threaten to spill over as she rolled onto her stomach and pressed her face into her pillow. Her breathing became labored, abhorrent memories resurfacing from the shaded places of her mind. Once forcefully forgotten thoughts now lingered, inviting grotesque images of t̷ee͜th͢, e͞yes, and gaping m̷o͞uth͜s.

It was as the whispering grew so loud it became almost inaudible that Nevelis curled up in her bed. Darkness grew as spiderwebs around her vision, blotting out the former warmth of her tent. Were she to stare too long into space, a daring shape or shadow would taunt her just at her peripheral, prompting a fearful hiss or snarl.

When she was to close her eyes again, she saw a yellow-green eye fixated upon her. The shadows grew opaque; a large feline shape cut through the field of darkness like a knife through butter. Enormous, clawed paws made a swath through a writhing mound of tentacles as a large, furred head pushed through the shade and roared thunderously in her face.

FIGHT WHAT SEEKS TO ENSLAVE YOU.

Nevelis awoke, shooting upright with heaving gasps. It was morning, she was drenched with sweat. In a disoriented upheaval she sprung, daggers in hand, and floundered from her tent and into the sands. Coughing, spluttering, she looked around wide eyed at her surroundings. Nearby her horse grazed at the oasis ferns, and a bird flew up from the waters with a fish in it’s beak. She blinked, confused, and sunk to her knees with shaky breaths.

FIGHT WHAT SEEKS TO ENSLAVE YOU. The words of the tiger rung in her head like the resonance of a bell. Her shoulders slumped, and she exhaled.

[shalandrassil]

You feel like summertime You took this heart of mine

- Childish Gambino, Summertime Magic

tried to get back into drawing, especially with my tablet, so i started drawing random-ass lines and shaped, then tried sketching out a face and body, then spent 2 hours rendering a sketch of my zanda paladin

[warcraft-lore-archives]

A new lore video from the Lost Codex!

I’m good friends with the amazing people who produce these videos and want to give them a little bit of a shout out because they put so much work and love into what they do (they don’t have a tumblr so they’ve given me permission to post their videos). If you haven’t heard of them before, the Lost Codex team produces short machinima style videos where they delve into the lore of World of Warcraft. This video, which is on the loa Kimbul, is the most recent in a series they’ve done covering the backstories of popular loa in Battle for Azeroth like Shadra and Sethraliss. 

I may be in this video at around the 12:51 mark... so go give it a watch!

[troll-bridge]

Temple of Kimbul