#wheels of lull

[trainwiz]

I'mma put artifacts from Wheels of Lull into Sotha Sil Expanded, just cause why not.

[cyberpriestess]

trying to think about a fusion between the cyber chunky devices + translucent plastics aesthetic and whatever you'd describe the wheels of lull aesthetic as

[gronglegrowth]

The Chronographer

[eight-aedra-eat-the-dreamer]

Masscroft, from The Wheels of Lull. I took quite a few artistic liberties with him.

[a-type-of-zero]

Favorite screenshot from today

[daedric-prince-of-pasta]

Super old art to honour one of the best skyrim quest mods out there, the Wheels of Lull

[ashedyams]

Concept wrought from a late night discussion about what would happen if a 7′ knight clad in ebony fell off a boat and into a deep sea fault line where he could hear The Wheels of Lull ticking. This is what happens.

[yarti]

[ 8 ] One of my trips to the surface brought me to Sunguard. Lovely little town with statue of Mara given a place of importance. Orderly little gardens along the west gate. One of the flowers caught my eye. I took it and tucked it into my pouch for safekeeping. I would be known here too, but not with this attire and beard. I would have normally walked proud, made small talk with the passersby and generally enjoyed the atmosphere. But there I was, reduced to entering at sunset, a bulky cloak and hood like some outlaw. And that is how I felt. like an outlaw. I had seen wonders and been given riches, but they were of no use to me. 

The metal skeleton wrapped about my limbs was too tiresome to remove every time I wanted to visit civilization. During my last trip, I adopted a new robe to conceal my gear. If I walked just right it would muffle the clanging of metal. On the surface I now wore a single-eye visor instead of the full head piece. Same benefits but it could be hidden under a hood with some effort.

I unloaded a sack full of scrapped parts onto the counter. The shopkeeps were always amazed at the sheer amount of scrap. It always brought questions that I wouldn’t dare answer. Waving away the coinpurse, this time taking but a single potion and went about my way. I enjoyed a brief respite at the statue before leaving town. It calmed my nerves.

Two days later I found myself on the elevator platform again. Down into the deep. Upon my arrival I was met by armed guard. Accused of some betrayal or treachery against them. Utter nonsense. Months of service only to come to this. They locked me into a cell and lowered me into the depths of their city. At the very bottom I was released. Forced to walk the fallen gears and darkness. I saw strange things in the distance, yet I think I’ve grown quite accustomed to strange things as of late. They become more of curiosities than horrors as the days tick by.

[ 1 ] I stopped by the temple…

[ 2 ] They fell one by one…

[ 3 ] Behind me the beacon…

[ 4 ] Up the hill …

[ 5 ] And so they did…

[ 6 ] The tasks continued…

[ 7 ] Down the long tunnel...

[ 9 ] Like the monstrosities...

[ 1 0 ] A dream. Maybe...

[ 1 1 ] The End...

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