#ok first of all: You 🤝 Me; when it comes to drawing shelves full of books and scrolls and papers and candles and making it all a bit messy#I've been doing that for 10 months (no joke) for an AMV that's gonna drop at the 24 of may
10 MONTHS ???? woah. do tag me on it if you make a post on tumblr about the finished product (what's it about?). i can't imagine how many frames of shelves you've made o7
How many frames...
And it's gonna be about Beylord & DeMenchev, because yes, I did in fact spent 10 months creating an animated music video about an implied narrative in a partially lost RPG series of whom I'm the only current player off. Because I'm very normal.
We only ever see the bloody aftermath in Arvale Short Tales. We never see how everything came to be exactly. We get hints. But we never see what happened before.
We never see how exactly Beylord turned into a vampire, we never see the friendship they had when they were young, we never see what exactly Beylord's terrible accident was.
#okay I must admit that I like this comic for dumb personal reasons. a village burning during nighttime; the blood; a monster who eats people#and the mention of “hunted” & “haunted” reminded me of... well; my friends will know. ANYWAY
hello i am here to ask about these tags you left on my post (this is @vsnotresponding 's main) do tell (if you are willing to share) :]
And this post is right here is me documenting the story of that character. (Desktop recommended)
After all, there's no way for anyone else to be able to play the game and experience the story first hand. And neither can I record it, because of the type of old-ass niche device necessary to play it on (pocket PC).
So all I can do... is tell people about it & make art of it.
I am divine, like you, like everyone. But only like some, I am also a God.
We are in a plane of existence high above the countless realms of fiction. Not bound by it's linear fates. But only some of us look into the space below, and see not what is, but what could be. Only some dare to forge a world with their own two hands.
Only some become artists, only some become gods.
Are you curious about my world?
For to fill the void, you have to plunge your hands, your tools, in ink. Any real material, so the process of creation can begin, to create something that does not truly exist. No like us, at least.
So behold! My biggest and every growing, ever changing creation to date, my fictional world: PHANTASTEREI
The name can be translated as Mad Fantasy, or Madly Fantasizing. The name sounds like the incantation of a spell too, hence why I found the name fitting.
I have created it, am creating it, and will continue creating it. Parts of it will and have become dated, I need you to be aware of this. I do not let it grow stagnant. I can never show you everything. It's too vast. But I will show you parts of it in many different ways. Words written, pictures drawn and painted, animated.
You know the true origin of the world, but the people within it have conjured their own myths. While they vary, The Four Deities are always at the centre of these tales.
The malevolent Light, The benevolent Dark, The trickster Magic and the only non-immortal, Mortality.
Forces of Nature, given consciousness.
There are so many places for humans to survive in.
There are the scattered islands from pole to pole, surrounded by the ocean. The fiery continent of deserts and savannah. The impossibly high rocky mountains of earth filled with caverns. Tropics with thin mountains and deep cliffs with so much space for air to fill. A continent so green, so bursting with floral life.
And no matter where, not even with natural innate magic by their side, which they pass down on every generation, humans are never completely safe. Never on top of the foodchain.
From sirens luring them into the waves, nagas stalking them through the dunes, false corpses catching them by surprise in the caves, fairies fluttering in the wind to trick them, or dryads hiding in the bushes with ill intent.
Everywhere where there are humans, there are their predators present too.
I've heard that God's shouldn't pick favourites… But, that's how often protagonists come to be. The reason why their god gives them special attention.
Look into the painting, do you see him? In the distance? The boy standing in front of his father's house, waving towards his beloved. Harbourer of two elements that at first glance, seem incompatible. Fire and Flora. 🔥🌿
Through bits and pieces, through different mediums, I will show you, just like with the rest of the world, his (and others) journey. I will use him, to show you the world. Typically not in a chronological manner, and constantly developing, like with everything.
The friend in black is Anyra, necromancer from a nearby village, but nothing like you are used to. You are used to them conjuring servants of bones and rotting flesh, playing some villainous role. But the target of her magic is herself. Resilient, keeping herself alive on the threshold of death, with not much magic left to preform any other undead tricks. ☠️
The one standing is the partner, Cadel. They possess two magical elements, giving them control over the realms of both birds and fish, the wind and water. Abilities like these can come useful in daring escapes or the endless exploring. This vagabond is quite the enigmatic one. Never staying in one place for long, and going places where no one goes. ☁️🌊
And of course, I will not forget about one more crucial person. The Dark Warlock - and while that sounds like quite the villainous title to you, it is not, if you recall the benevolence of The Dark… You can't see him in these paintings, but it will not be difficult to find him elsewhere here.
A warlock, powers granted by the deity, but it doesn't mean he didn't have his own type of magic before. One that has far more terrible associations in this world, similar to the wicked connotations you thought or felt when I first told you his title. He hides it with good reason, not wanting to be identified as who he was before The Dark possession.
However, dreadful deeds tend to not stay hidden forever. And especially in Ranaer's case, where the consequences of his past are inevitably engulfing his apprentice Krit, and Krit's beloved, in a tidal wave of problems and dangers, as the truth is slowly creeping into The Light.
