#lowdown lore

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Rose: I know, but I’m pretty sure the Trading Post was to the left of that hill back there...

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Somebody: Hey you ever fuck up so bad-

Rose: Yes. An expansion of my doodle of rose reading the necronomicon. It gave me some fun ideas

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hey guess what It’s a part 2 because i cant stop drawing dragons instead of doing classwork

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Remember kids, befriend your local swamp witch Nothing could possibly go wrong...

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    Deep in the heart of the Shattered Plains lies a crack in the land. From the outside it is virtually identical to the surrounding crags and valleys. Save for an unassuming stone pillar at the edge of the cliff, upon which is tied a tattered red ribbon. Looking over the cliff into the abyss below one might be lead to believe that this crack was nothing but another empty scar in the barren desert landscape. But, eagle-eyed dragons might be able to make out the faint shine of Fae lights glimmering from deep within the inky blackness.

  Those in the know (or brave enough to take a leap of faith) will find themselves suddenly plunged into a very different world. Passing a barrier of blackened fog will reveal a bustling city built within the very canyon walls itself. Along the floor are buildings hollowed out of the stone walls of the cave. Run down shanties cobbled together from mismatched pieces of scrap cover the upper walls of the city. The buildings illuminated from within spill their warm light out into the dim open air of the cavern.

  Speckled throughout the sandstone walls of the city are jagged crystals of quartz; glittering in varying shades of pinks and purples. All of which pulsate rhythmically with arcane light. The eerie light of magic mingles with the warm, inviting light of homes.

   Cobble paved street-ways lead through the natural valley path to the back of the cavern. There at the heart of the city, covering wall-to-wall; is a massive intricate Hive. It’s pale glow illuminates the cavern walls surrounding it and spilling out the mouth of the room. This district appears to be a second city within the larger valley city, the hive structure only supporting creatures up to the Fae size.

   And indeed as one can see from a glance in one of the many entry ways the inside is pave in polished marble. Streets, buildings, houses and even an entire shopping district can all be seen from a single look inside the Hive. At the very center, from which the rest of the hive-like structure is built out from, lies an ornate castle.

    streets of the hive district are active with Fae of all colors and morphology wearing fine clothing of all fashions. Taking a look around at the rest of the valley dragons crowding the street it’s plain to see that Fae make up a vast majority of this strange clans populace. The rest appearing to be made up of a random assortment of mid-sized species. A single Guardian encased in golden armor stands guard at the entrance to the Hive chamber, just out of view of those entering.

This, is Lowdown.

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To kick off this blog (and get me back into painting digitally, especially with this new program) I decided to practice on my favorite breed the Fae! 

Also tag dump-

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Sven and Brim?

Sven and Brim! The two quietest members of the clan, good choice!       Starting with Brim: Brim is the lone Guardian in clan Lowdown. Ever since she discovered the Fae Hive was her charge, she’s worked directly for the Fae Kings as their captain of then royal guard for generations. One of the oldest members of the clan, Brim was the first to discover the isolated Fae colony deep within it’s cavern. And she was there, standing guard over the Hive, when a group of refugees from the south set up in the spacious caverns surrounding the Hive.     A dragon of few words Brim prefers action over idle chatter and meaningless platitudes. 

     Next is Sven!: Sven is a quiet, soft-spoken man who’s love of magic is second only to his love for his wife, Praskovya. Born with an innate aptitude for magic, Sven grew up ostracized by the other hatchlings of his birth clan. When his magic truly came into being it happened with a devastating explosion that left his face permanently marred with the electric crackle of primal magic.      The explosion, which rendered the poor dragon blind, was the final straw for his birth clan and Sven was cast out into the world. Where he wandered for a few years until he met up with a group of refugees and met his soon to be wife.After settling in Lowdown Sven proved himself invaluable as a mystic for the Fae Kingdom where he works currently. They’re Relationship:     Sven and Brim have what I would consider a working relationship. Neither are very social to begin with but they both interact often due to their respective jobs in the kingdom. This, coupled with their similar manner of speaking, has built a sort of camaraderie between the two. While not extremely close, they both enjoy the quiet company of the other.

One-Shot:

     A heavy rush of air pushed through the nostrils of the Guardian as she took a breath. Her massive armor-clad wings creaked as they adjusted in position. It seemed to the dragon that this day would be an uneventful one. Don’t misunderstand her! An uneventful day was a safe day, and of that fact she’d be eternally grateful. Brim had guarded over this Fae kingdom for generations.     She was there to see the hatching of King Sandstride, the previous king and his rise to power, as she has for the current King Thornbane. She reminisced on the memory of the King’s hatching, ‘..so tiny’ she mused to herself. She took another deep breath, scenting the air around her. Ah, It seems Sven is approaching, the mystic’s company always welcome to the stalwart Guardian.

   “..Good morning Brim.“ He greeted in that soft shaky tone of his, as if the effort of speaking was foreign to him. Her only response was a grunt of acknowledgement. “...The king’s requested my presence today..” He always stated his business when entering the Hive’s chamber, Brim liked that she didn’t have to ask. She gave an approving nod and thankfully there was no more conversation as the Tundra went along his way.

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Finally sat down to do the bio page for my girl! However I took a sort of...different approach.  Read the full bio here! Rest of the comic under cut for convenience. 

Will I ever stop being a cryptic asshole? Most likely not.