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  1. [!] as the wind blew on Stygian Hollow and Thunders roared in the rainy sky, a golden figure glanced over the dark elven city with eyes full of bitterness and rage, burning the trees with its fiery gaze. In the air some energy and tension could be felt building up as the rain consumed the stone under its feet. [!] "may the ones yond consum'd pow'r decayeth and roteth with these poisonous roots yond hath grown with those folk!" ???, ???pm EST, Stygian Hollow, Urguan LOTC event note: the animation is not the best and the voices are even worse but i did my best :) enjoy
  2. Created and published by Chen Yunya Transcribed by some poor passerby ┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓ 不作不死. (Bù zuò bù sǐ. 'Not do not die.') — If you don't do stupid things you won't end up in tragedy. ┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛ ┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓ 塞翁失马,焉知非福。 (Sài Wēng shī mǎ, yān zhī fēi fú. 'Sai Weng [legendary old man's name] lost horse, how know not blessing'.) — Blessings come in disguise. ┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛
  3. Commissions are OPEN! What's good friends! Setting up a thread for all your character concept and design needs. My favorite thing to do is design characters, so whether you want just a regular piece of art or something highlighting their design, I'm your huckleberry. PRICING INFO Price is per one ( 1 ) character. Additional costs for additional characters / backgrounds Payment delivered upfront and through Paypal ( larger projects can 50/50 ) Endless revisions up until final lines All artwork will be displayed in my portfolio unless otherwise discussed NSFW, gore, and other sensitive subjects will have +30% to base price Ask me anything! Chibi / Cartoon - $10 Portraits Sketch - $15 Flat Color - $17 Full Color - $25 Waist Up Sketch - $15 Flat Color - $17 Full Color - $25 Full Body Sketch - $20 Flat Color - $30 Full Color - $35 Full Illustrations and Character Sheets - Let's Negotiate!! Contact Info Want to find me somewhere else? Check me out on: Instagram - young.lyndis Facebook - Lyn Makes Art DeviantArt - young-lyndis Discord - Kaizarel#2858 ( please mention where you're coming from! ) Finished Examples 1) Flat color of a vampire character Maddox Xiehin! 2) A quick flat color of my own sweet boy Ferris! 3) Portrait sketch of a spooky cute mermaid named Naia!
  4. At 3 PM EST, there will be a festival at Ker’Okarn. More details can be found here. These are the five poems that were written by Tide Falkmoor and will be performed at the festival: A Forsaken City The last gong rang, Through empty streets, No dreams, no dreams, When the city fell. Sometimes rock crumbles, Sometimes bells toll, For fallen lies, And darkened souls. There was no sound, No laughing voice, No crying child. Sometimes sorrow, Comes after nothing. Sometimes death, Comes before life’s end And then the bell tolled. The stones sang. The stars fled. No dreams, no dreams. And the bell rang. The Last It seems things That last, Are memories, Of loss. It seems things That die, Are eternal, Nonetheless. It seems things, Survive, Not in this world, But above. What will happen, When you are the last, When you are the note, Held before applause. What will happen, When you sing, When you run Out of air. What will happen, When the harsh Sound, When the harsh Sound, There it is. The last note. The one before applause. When the song stops, What will you sing? Darkened State The heads bowed, Statues, shrunken. The weak cried, Eyes, sunken. The strong sighed, Backs, broken. The liers lied, Tongues, forked. A meeting of hope, lost A meeting of future, past A meeting under stone stars, A meeting never to be had. Light thought not to leave, Must in sky be hidden. Shadowed flame burned, Eternal life stricken. Fire killed, Like mist, it fell, Burning cold, Freezing souls. The Door Mist deepened, Sound damp, Silence screamed, Through ashen night. Words spoken, Seemed stolen, From that quiet, Deathly dusk. Now, nothing, No glaring sound, No hopeful grin, No guidance from the past. Perhaps forgiveness, A furtive goal, Was as shapes, In roaming mist. Then light, Blazing brilliant light, It flooded, Burned, Battered, Drove away soaked statues. As wind on early winter days, The mist lifted. Mirth of Loss This world is full, Its story old, And always, love, Leads to loss. For things that last, Are memories, Of what once was. This world is full, Its story old, So let's not wallow, When one closed. We sing, we dance, We revel in The mirth of loss. This world is full, Its story old, We must not cry, When one is told. For all of us, Are here at last, To revel in The mirth of loss. This world is full, Its story old, So let’s not let, This day grow cold. We drink, we crow, A merry sight, For all those, Here tonight. The world is full, Its story old, And now I must Join the throng. My stories done, My voice spent, Let’s join together, to revel until loss is lost. After being performed, they were categorized and entered into the history of Tide Falkmoor by Selion Drogon
  5. Yong Ping Art and Skin Auction Hello, all! We've got an art and skin auction for you here today. The rules are simple, Only bid in minas, the bids starting point is next to each person. Comment your discord username, name, what you're bidding on and for how much. If you are bidding after someone who bid on it, tag them. No auction sniping. If you win the auction, the person you bid on will make the skin or art piece for you. This auction will end on July 18th, 8pm EST. Here we go! A Skin by Moonish_Imp Bidding starts at 100 minas A Chibi by Blue_Due Bidding starts at 350 minas A Bust by Blue_Due Bidding starts at 500 minas Happy bidding!
  6. Toobular

    Pixel Art :D

    A N'oice Sunn'eh day! "A n'oice sunn'eh day, perfect fe'r f'ormin! Per'aps a n'oice supper after!"
  7. Ave’s Coat of Arms shop! (OPEN) Hello! So I’ve been making coats of arms since I 2017. Usually just made them for friends or as needed but wanted to make it public so if anyone wants one they can request it. I’ve gotten better over the years and would love to keep making them. Some Examples of my work: Created for the Haense Royal Army and Brotherhood of Saint Karl Commissioned by Unkown (Whoever was King I forget Created for the main line of Barbanov Kings (Peter I - Stephen I) Commissioned by Yoppl Created for the Ottonian line of barbanov (Otto I - Charles II) Commissioned by Yoppl Created for the Bihar line of Barbanov (Franz II - Current day) Commissioned by Yoppl CoA of the Marian Retinue Commissioned by myself Created for House Ruthern-Batavus Commissioned by Twan Created for House d’Azor Commissioned by Da_Emperors HOW TO REQUEST AND PRICES Now if you are interested in getting your own Coat of Arms or shield, simply send me a msg on discord! Ave_imperium#4314 Price will depend on the Commission and is negotiable. I will work until you are satisfied with the results!
  8. I will take Screenshots For you guys 1st Class (requirements) Where do you want the photo taken what time do you want it taken (night, day, golden hour) a before photo 2nd Class: (requirements) Where do you want the photo taken. what time do you want it taken. (night, day, golden hour) what angel do you want it taken. (Airel view, side view) You may message me for a sample if you so desire. Discord LoxFanx#7384
  9. 'Ello! What's poppin'? I, Xyrill, will be taking commissions! *Wow! Cool!* PayPal + USD only! I draw a lot of fantasy stuff, so might as well plug my art and commissions here! Oh God I hope this is clear enough, the original file was so big so I compressed it HAHA! Though if you're unable to read it, worry not! Commission Prices: BUST / HEAD: Flat Color (lined art/color) : $10 Full Color (rendered/shading) : $15 Extra Character: (ADDITIONAL) + $10 TORSO: Flat: $20 Full: $25 Extra: + $10 FULL BODY: Flat: $30 Full: $35 Extra: + $15 CHIBI: A fully rendered simple BG drawing: $5 AGAIN, PAYPAL + USD ONLY, THANK YOU! Swag Examples of My Artwork: Where to contact me: Discord (preferable): Xyrill#5250 Twitter: itsnotxyril Instagram: itsnotxyrill
  10. A depiction of the chaos that has begun already due to the Art Demons machinations. [!] Written by the ever faithful Imp of Advertisement, a flyer might just find itself in the crook of your elbow, on the local billboard or flying along the wind all about Almaris. "Hear ye, hear ye, the Art Demon opens his bargaining to those across Almaris in turn for a likeness of ones self. Bird yee here with such offers, acceptable bargains are such as but not limited to; Ones firstborn child, Your eyesight, The murder of a loved one and so on." No signature would be found, examples of the Art Demons artwork attached to the bottom.
  11. Spot more frequent updates and works on my instagram @GillyFishies Newset > Oldest. three years hiatus and im finally drawing again
  12. A depiction of the blooming Cherry Blossoms upon the Sakura festival, Year 23 of SA, 19th of the Deep Cold. Cherry Blossom completely falls before the steps under the moon, on an ivory-decorated bed, worrying, she leans on an incense burner. Distant like last year, today, the regret is the same. Her two knots of hair in disarray, clouds withering, her tears wet her red vest. Where does she feel the bitterness of yearning? In a drunken dream behind the screen window.
  13. A literal 'news cycle' rolls up to your doorstep. there seems to be a crinkled piece of paper glued to the wheel.
  14. It's me, ya theydy, back to try this again. Art auction, rules, all nice and fancy: -There will be TWO separate auctions, one specifically for Mina's, and one for USD -Mina auction starts at 100, goes up by 50 per bid, minimum. -USD auction starts at 5$, goes up by 50c, minimum. -Please ping the bidder you've outbid. Winners get to choose between a crest, headshot/bust, or an animal! Ends May 7th. Crest Example: Headshot/bust example: Animal Example: Please DM me on discord if you have more questions! neojunior#0657
  15. After years of peace.. a piece of muddy wrinkled up paper falls out of your door when you open it this morning. Dear god buck news is back..
  16. The Moonlight Studio Art Displays [!] As you slowly feel the gravity pulling you down as you rise from the lift, a sort of wonder begins to tickle at your soul. The lift doors open, and immediately you are bathed in light, let it be the Sun's warmth or the Moon's cleanse. Your eyes are bombarded with eye candy, paintings on nearly every wall and sculptures showcased in the very center of the room; even the very pedestals they are placed on seem to be a work of art, beautiful, intricate patterns engraved into the stone. In the very corner of the room is a small station, where trinkets and artistic goods are sold; each object tastefully placed so each have a spotlight of their own. In the back, and very center, of the room there is a quaint table and chairs, a spot to take in the room and receive portraits; or perhaps a spot simply to share ideas and perspective. The studio gives off a youthful vibe, a place where all thoughts and questions are welcomed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Link to the Doc We See to Your Curiosity
  17. ARCHITECURAL PORTFOLIO Hello, if you are viewing this you must be interested in Otis' Architectural Services (OAS) These services include Interior Exterior Landscaping Demolition Beautification If you are interested speak to Otis de Rosius or leave a letter at Selm Nine! We will be happy to assist. You be given an estimate upon viewing the property. Our prices are the cheapest and most affordable in Almaris, below you will find customers reviews and architects sketches of their homes. Rochefort Street 2: https://imgur.com/wrT1hVg https://imgur.com/i5p61dP https://imgur.com/1eINvho Pompourelia Street 5: https://imgur.com/H6B8uT7 https://imgur.com/uarDbTB https://imgur.com/hl6VC3s Pompourelia Street 8: https://imgur.com/QNtIrxQ https://imgur.com/fQA4uyv https://imgur.com/d7SLikE Selm Street 8: https://imgur.com/QJXivz5 https://imgur.com/j1czev3 https://imgur.com/ch9taRV
  18. Ji'Vanna Eileine Ularan ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ "Freedom in any case is only possible by constantly struggling for it." - Albert Einstein ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ ‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ Race: Mali'Aheral [identifies as such, but is half-wood elf] Height: 5"7 Appearance: Pale, snow-kissed skin. Platnium-Blonde hair, with braids and two clips. Family: Kuskyn Ularan (Father/Not IRP), Jastira (Mother/Not IRP) Culture: [Past] Mali'ito Elberun'tir [Current] N/A Current Home: Unknown Past Home: Haelun'or Profession: Warrior [was going into medicinal studies but backed out of it for personal reasons] ︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵ Young Ji'Vanna
  19. jihyunah

    shading some art

    did some shading for @Spoons as he requested. honestly, just love the drawing itself i really hope i didn't ruin it. i plan on maybe opening commissions again soon (since i have before, although i did not get many requests but i might since i have been getting asked if i do some. also yay! 8 days old on lotc. i feels unreal. hope you enjoy the art of the calithil! (i might have spelt that wrong i honestly hope not). [ note : this art is not mine! the drawing of the two characters were by someone @Spoons asked as commission! spoon also did the flat colouring i ONLY did the shading! ] [ had to lower the quality because the file was too big :c ]
  20. Bralt is dead and the war is over now original song by: Billy Joel parody by: Limo_man It's seven o'clock on a Sunday The smallest crowd shuffles in There's an HRA brother sittin' next to me Makin' love to his carrion and halfling He says, "Am, can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it went But it's flames and it's smoke and I knew it complete As we sat at the gates" La la la, le li la La la, le li la, da dum crush us a scyfling, with your logs They’ll al burn tonight Well, we somehow lived And Hra get another day Now Manfred the barclay is a friend of mine He got skewered like some meat And he’s lost a pc or two and has always died But he somehow survived the siege The priest says, ",God please have mercy for manfred" As he sat there, and he prayed "Well, I'm sure that he will die But please have him rest in peace" Oh, la la la, de di da La la, de di da, da dum Now Bralt is a scyfling king Who never could be killed And he's talkin' with erwin, who's still in the hra And probably will be for life And the shaman are throwin’ drugs As the Brotherhood slowly get stoned Yes, they're sharing a fate that only bring death But it's better than dyin’ alone, Bralt, you're a psychopath Killing the hostages Well, we're all in the mood to see his ash And you lost your first fight It's a pretty bad ral’ for a Sunday night And the xarkly gives us a smile 'Cause he knows that nat 20’s are all he rolls To kill all of the knights And the nat 1’s, they sound like a pk And the cocktails smell like beer And they shriek at the walls and they burn in my gaze And say, "is there any god?" Oh, la la la, de di da La la, de di da, da dum Bralt is now dead, we’ve unlocked scyflings He sat in a pile of ash Well, we're all in the mood for a drink After the 4 hour fight
  21. not my best art but it exists now. i mean i could have taken more time but then again i'm a very lazy person. i present thee, ji-vanna ularan - the high-wood elf that was not meant to be born and who was an accidental birth. (that was too detailed to be sarcastic i-)
  22. drawing my character ji-vanna but at the same time it looks really odd - like yes, it's not done but i am panicking inside as i'm doing it like. am i doing this right, why she built like that. i really don't know
  23. Hello Fellow LOTCERS Time has come again where I've overloaded on self skins that i need to let go, which is why I bring to you this amazing skin auction- for uh, females. I'm going to keep it short, I've made too many skins. Do i love these skins? Yes. But do i need mina more? Yes ! :D This auction will end at 10 CST on Sunday the 31st of January. So heads start at 30, and clothing will start at 50 , and you bid by increments of 10+ Happy Bidding! -Latte <3 <3 BIDDING FORMAT: (Quote the previous bidder) IGN: SKIN/S: DISCORD: BID: Flower Crown babe: Blue Pirate: Purple Regalia: Soft Spring: Cottage Core: Green Monk: Ruby Red: Air Bender Blue: Renaissance Rouge: Scandinavian Elfess (HAIR AND DRESS SEPERATE, Though, you could buy both for 85):
  24. OOC: From now on I’ll be writing these posts in a somewhat dramatic story-telling fashion. This was not uncommon in ancient times. Most history was written in rhyme or in a the dramatic. (It’s also more fun) The sweltering sun beat down upon the thirsty dark elf. Used to the cool of the forest trees of Siramenor, the heat of the desert plains during the Sun’s Smile fell like a hammer on his shoulders. The sound of his footsteps sounded hollow across the barren landscape. A soft, hot, humid wind ruffled the gray grass. It whistled past small rocks that stuck up from the red dusty earth. The crimson eyes of the ‘Ker rose slowly to glare at the sky. His lips were curled in a slight grimace as if daring the sun to shine. The sun paid no attention to the small, figure. The light of the sun seemed to sparkly lovingly off the red sand. It jumped from stone to stone. Yet as the elf cleared the next small hill, his gaze fell upon an orc who lay dead upon the ground. His mouth was open and his tongue protruded from the side, cracked, swollen, and stiff. The dark elf glanced at the orc. He walked over to the body and knelt by its head. The voice of the elf sounded in the deathly silence, croaky but still with a touch of sadness, “Hello my friend, I suppose you fell to the sun’s embrace.” The elf then smiled at the orc, a smile that seemed entirely out of place in the brutal heat so close to death. “May you have died so that the sun does not seek to take me.” The elf paused looking at the orc before continuing on, his feet plodding, each impact releasing a fine cloud of red dust. It was for ambition that the elf was to be found on that day, on that road, in that heat. His eyes shared a kindred spirit with that terrible sun, as they burned with the intensity of fire, his irises flickering. Yet who are we to judge the sins of elven kind or of the morality of powerful ambition. For do we consider the world to be filled with only those perfect and those evil? This elf struggling through the heat was no saint. But like the sun, a force of nature, he bore no ill will to those that stood in his way. Like the sun, his hammer would fall regardless of race, creed, or allegiance. Should we call that evil, or immoral? If you define it be so, yes. But, like the sun, this elf could be gentle, giving life to those he loved. Like so many emerald trees, the fruits of his labor would grow and would be loved. Perhaps, in the end, we shouldn’t think of this elf as the sun that killed that orc, or as the sun hovering over the trees of Siramenor, but instead as a flawed being just as any other. Good and evil in equal measure, internal struggle radiating outward, burning and loving, killing and growing. On this day, he was none of these things. He wasn’t the sun, or powerful elf. He was a small figure who was thirsty and lost. The elf was searching for Ker’Okarn. He hoped to bargain with the ‘Ker who lived there and begin the building of the tower of Sirame Khel. He hoped to start a great dynasty lasting thousands of years. Yet, on this day, he was nothing but a young wandering poet. It was many days till he reached the sea port of Ker’Okarn. He looked down upon the small city, his throat parched, his eyes stretched thin, his water bag empty. Yet the salt air woke his tired mind. His thin ashen lips curled in a smile as he surveyed his new home. He could imagine where the tower would stand, a little off to the side, and near the shining sea. This was a dark elf without family, without a father, without a clan. A dark elf who lived during one of the the most dangerous and terrible times for his race. Yet as this elf of little means looked down from that small hill his lost heritage didn’t matter. He would forge a new family, a new clan, and a new future for the dark elves. Poem written by Tide Falkmoor at this time: A deep sorrowful note, A long forgotten song, A wailing from each throat, The tale of those long-gone. Silence upon the scene, For birds knew not to sing, When the oldest did keen, When death the breeze did bring. No comfort for the weak, No promise to forgive, Paradise they did not seek, For they sought not to live. A rushing of dark wings, As quiet ravens flew. The dissonance now rings, Of stories sadly true. Deadly rain, Fire of incessant pain, Fire of a realm insane. There is no light. Except burning deathly bright. Light that only dead may see. Entry two of “The History of Sirame Khel and its Rise to Power” by Selion Drogon
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