#morgath

[vera-simik]

Day #6 - Vacation: Morgath, the 150 centimeters of pure evil, prince of darkness, Destroyer of the worlds... etc, etc, way too many titles, who's got time for this?

Even the highest (haha) commanders of interdimensional demon army deserve a stress-free day off (before going back to see what their subordinates fucked up this time) (ughhh... looks like yet another delay of retirement)

[letter-orcs-art]

OC-tober 2024, pt. 1

Day #1 - Chibi: Sacnite

Day #2 - Different hairstyle: Lena Keppler

Day #3 - In Creator's clothes: Deidrea

Day #4 - 1900s: Blondie

Day #5 - Work of art: Shandri with (kitty) Mr. Claws

Day #6 - Vacation: Morgath

[letter-orcs-art]

OC-tober 2022, pt. 5

Day #21 - Pre- and post-redesign (Greenie)

Day #22 - Meeting the Creator (Morgath)

Day #23 - Non-human OC as a human (Mai)

Day #24 - With a weapon (Narangerel)

Day #25 - Period clothes (Sabrina/Kai, Janis, Anamaria)

[vera-simik]

Day 22 - Meeting the Creator: Morgath

So... yeah. Morgath, the 150 centimeters of pure evil, prince of darkness, Destroyer of the worlds... etc, etc, way too many titles, decided to commission a new representative official portrait. He’s a conqueror, commander of the largest and cruelest demonic army on an interdimensional scale, and everyone has to bow down before him, after all.

But he also didn’t want to waste too much of a military budget. And that’s what we’re dealing with here. What’s cheaper than your own Creator?

Zoom in on the sketch, it’s eventually going to be an extra epic painting, believe me.

(his awesome knee-high +10cm platform boots are nowhere to be seen, because - let’s be honest here - would you allow anyone to wear their outdoor footwear inside the house?)

[vera-simik]

Day #29 - Demon

Allow me to present to you Morgath, the 150 centimeters of pure evil, prince of darkness, Destroyer of the worlds... Et cetera, et cetera, there are way too many titles, he isn't sure either. He's the commander of a large, interdimensional army of demons. He started it all as a young, charismatic conqueror full of ideals, but now he's pretty much fed up with all this army bullshit, and he's actually preparing to retire for years now. Every time he tries it, however, something goes terribly wrong, so he's still postponing it. He likes a good cup of cocoa or vanilla cappuccino and holds long conversations with his plush bunny (about which a lot of legends are floating around among Morgath's subordinates) (all of them are far from the truth, actually). Personal tragedy included.

[fanartsofliliput]

Drawings from whiteboard with @/marianelidovaart

My beloved sonboy. I love him so much.

also a corrupted thing

[cmahair]

I Am the Soul Releaser

I dropped some TNT down into a castle, looking upon it from a bulwark above. The damage was immense, but the castle started rebuilding. "Hmmmmm," I thought, "the more damage done, the longer it takes to repair. With enough damage, I could get to the center and free them."

Just then a technician climbed up through the castle, and looked up to me. "Excuse me, could I bother you a moment?" I asked. He got an evil grin on his face, and said "Sure... wait there just one minute..." then skittered off to the control room. I must have passed my sense motive check, because I moved out of the way, and a short moment later boiling water landed where I was just standing. I had to move back a little farther as it spread over the floor, then I decided to hover over it. Hovering has never been a good ability of mine in dreams, I lose traction and start floating away, or I keep hitting the ground. Instead, I just walked around the water, back to where I could look down into the castle.

The man was surprised I was still there, and not screaming in agony. I was sure this place was owned by Morgath the Soul Stealer, and I was determined to come and release them all. I even had thought of a nifty (at least in the dream it seemed that way) line that I could use. "Tell The Soul Stealer that the Soul Releaser has come!" It would be so epic when I said it, but I wanted to make sure.

"This castle is owned by Morgath, correct? Morgath the Soul Stealer?" I asked, trying to hold a grin back as I prepared my statement. "Um... no, it's not. It's owned by someone else," he replied, and in my disappointment I woke up.