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Chit-Chat / Re: A little question about Crescent
« on: July 15, 2019, 10:52:45 AM »
That's the number I always end up at.
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Chit-Chat / A little question about Crescent
« on: July 02, 2019, 08:39:23 AM »
Not sure where to actually put this, feel free to move.
I'm currently writing a fic in which Crescent doesn't get killed, but I'm eternally unsure of how old she is? What's your headcanon?
I'm currently writing a fic in which Crescent doesn't get killed, but I'm eternally unsure of how old she is? What's your headcanon?
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Holts / Re: ZQ Nation
« on: December 14, 2018, 11:42:00 AM »
I forgot to mention Pyre is good with spears, halberds and glaives, since those are most common weapon among the Timeless' elite fighters. (I'm not sure he has one currently, since he'd favour fire, but if they somehow end up in weapon museum...)
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Nilla tries her hand at writing
« on: August 22, 2016, 08:40:31 AM »
Takes place during Kings.
Note: The Timeless live on a moving island that can dive underwater. This is possible due to them being ridiculously magic rich.
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‘We got hit by what?’ Res asked loudly, disbelief evident in his voice.
‘A bird!’ Beyond answered down from Fire-Rock’s lower, mostly empty plaza, tone completely serious.
Res looked up at the colossal magic shield that was stopping the entire ocean from crushing them and surrounded their mobile island.
It was still very much in place and they were still very much underwater.
Res looked down to his uncle, his left eye twitching slightly.
‘Beyond. We’re under water.’ He said numbly, his hands tightening around the stone railing he was leaning against, fighting down an ancient panic of failing his people in the same way the Circle of Nine had.
‘Brilliant observation,Res!’ Beyond said, this time more cheerily, but as unhelpful as ever.
‘No, I mean, we’re under water! How in Chenah’s bloody spears did we get hit by a bird? Also,what kind of bird is so damn big we can feel it slam against our island!?’ Res exclaimed in frustration, not understand how they could first crash into an insane, misshapen whale earlier that day and now get hit by a freakishly large bird.
Before Beyond could answer, Bright Frost, a dark skinned, silver haired healer stepped up beside him, lightly slapping the taller elf on the arm.
‘It looked like one of the birds from Blue Mountain, Res. The Glider’s birds.’ Her voice calm and soft, ignoring Beyond’s mock outrage at the slap.
Res’ face collapsed into confusion at that point.
‘What? How...why was it out here? We’re in the middle of the sea?’ He asked looking from the healer to his trickster uncle, hoping they for some reason had the answer.
‘Maybe it was trying to cross over to new land and got exhausted? There is fierce storm raging up there, you know.’ Beyond guess and shrugged while keeping his eyes on Bright Frost, seemingly determined to catch her hand should she try and hit him again.
Res shook his head wildly and opened his mouth to argue,but was interrupted when the air in the plaza nearly exploded with magic as the area’s glowing Palace stones’ light became as bight as the sun and the living hivemind of the Timeless roared to the surface with a sending that would knocked their seven High Ones off their feet.
They were no real words in the sending. Just an sense of intense outrage and fury that was, bizarrely, aimed at something in the ocean.
‘WHAT IN DEIRRAN’S GREAT SICKLE IS GOING ON?!’ Beyond yelled, his hands flying up to cover his ears, as if that would somehow help against the hivemind’s insane mindtouch.
Bright Frost was quick to grab the much taller elf as the physical force from the hivemind’s sudden emergence nearly succeeded in knocking Beyond down.
‘I think the hivemind is attacking something?’ Bright Frost said, as she steadied Beyond. Her eyes flew back up to the baffled rockshaper who was staring in the directing of the Grand Gardens, where all the energy was being focus.
‘Res! Are we being attacked?’ The healer called out, hoping to catch his attention.
‘No, but you’re right.The hivemind is attaching something!’ Res replied with a voice like steel and kept his eyes trained on the gardens as he started moving down the stairs that lead down to the lower plaza.
Note: The Timeless live on a moving island that can dive underwater. This is possible due to them being ridiculously magic rich.
----
‘We got hit by what?’ Res asked loudly, disbelief evident in his voice.
‘A bird!’ Beyond answered down from Fire-Rock’s lower, mostly empty plaza, tone completely serious.
Res looked up at the colossal magic shield that was stopping the entire ocean from crushing them and surrounded their mobile island.
It was still very much in place and they were still very much underwater.
Res looked down to his uncle, his left eye twitching slightly.
‘Beyond. We’re under water.’ He said numbly, his hands tightening around the stone railing he was leaning against, fighting down an ancient panic of failing his people in the same way the Circle of Nine had.
‘Brilliant observation,Res!’ Beyond said, this time more cheerily, but as unhelpful as ever.
‘No, I mean, we’re under water! How in Chenah’s bloody spears did we get hit by a bird? Also,what kind of bird is so damn big we can feel it slam against our island!?’ Res exclaimed in frustration, not understand how they could first crash into an insane, misshapen whale earlier that day and now get hit by a freakishly large bird.
Before Beyond could answer, Bright Frost, a dark skinned, silver haired healer stepped up beside him, lightly slapping the taller elf on the arm.
‘It looked like one of the birds from Blue Mountain, Res. The Glider’s birds.’ Her voice calm and soft, ignoring Beyond’s mock outrage at the slap.
Res’ face collapsed into confusion at that point.
‘What? How...why was it out here? We’re in the middle of the sea?’ He asked looking from the healer to his trickster uncle, hoping they for some reason had the answer.
‘Maybe it was trying to cross over to new land and got exhausted? There is fierce storm raging up there, you know.’ Beyond guess and shrugged while keeping his eyes on Bright Frost, seemingly determined to catch her hand should she try and hit him again.
Res shook his head wildly and opened his mouth to argue,but was interrupted when the air in the plaza nearly exploded with magic as the area’s glowing Palace stones’ light became as bight as the sun and the living hivemind of the Timeless roared to the surface with a sending that would knocked their seven High Ones off their feet.
They were no real words in the sending. Just an sense of intense outrage and fury that was, bizarrely, aimed at something in the ocean.
‘WHAT IN DEIRRAN’S GREAT SICKLE IS GOING ON?!’ Beyond yelled, his hands flying up to cover his ears, as if that would somehow help against the hivemind’s insane mindtouch.
Bright Frost was quick to grab the much taller elf as the physical force from the hivemind’s sudden emergence nearly succeeded in knocking Beyond down.
‘I think the hivemind is attacking something?’ Bright Frost said, as she steadied Beyond. Her eyes flew back up to the baffled rockshaper who was staring in the directing of the Grand Gardens, where all the energy was being focus.
‘Res! Are we being attacked?’ The healer called out, hoping to catch his attention.
‘No, but you’re right.The hivemind is attaching something!’ Res replied with a voice like steel and kept his eyes trained on the gardens as he started moving down the stairs that lead down to the lower plaza.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Nilla tries her hand at writing
« on: February 24, 2016, 12:56:09 AM »
Title: The Continued failings of High One Technology.
Reporting Error: Overshot by a galaxy, or so.
Somewhere along the line, Res had covered his ears and his shut eyes.
Light and magic crashed around him with a cacophonous noise, as he suddenly felt the ground return under his feet, causing him to stagger and stumble.
‘Thief, you absolute crag!’ Res snarled as he managed to regain his balance and opened his eyes, expecting see the obnoxious Mistsinger.
What met his eyes instead, was a wall with large spiral-like decorations.
A wall made from a dark stone the Timeless didn’t use in their buildings.
He was standing in a rather wide hallway that was well lit by torches.
Res looked around for second before slamming himself into the wall behind him and flatting himself against it. Hand instantly going to the sword, Bright Wrath, that was fastened to his left leg.
He wasn’t in his den anymore.
He likely wasn’t even in the Shadowgrounds anymore.
He looked up to see one of the small orbs hovering well above his head, spinning quietly.
Res briefly wondered if he had somehow been 'moved’ to the Palace of the High Ones, but shot down that thought as soon as he came up with it.
The stone he now had his hands on was cold, dark and held none of the traits that the orb above him did.
His rockshaping powers seeped into the rock and told him that he was deep inside a massive, ancient building, a temple.
His powers couldn’t reach far enough to tell him where he could get out, just that there were many walls and rooms between him and the outside.
Scowling something fierce, he looked up at the orb again.
'Come down here, you idiot!’ He hissed angrily at the it, causing it to drop down.
Res hastily grabbed it and held it to his chest.
He took an unsteady breath, calming the faint spikes of panic he felt in the back of his mind.
Where was he?
How had he gotten there?
Res lifted his hands from his chest, staring down at the slightly luminous orb with the expression of a vexed parent.
Wild, unstable magic had brought him here. That much was obvious, thinking back on the magic stream Flying Thief had disturbed with her recklessness.
The shattered orb had functioned as a platform of sorts, while the two whole ones had been power and direction, driving him to the next platform. But what had functioned as a platform in this strange place?
Res looked down to the spot where he had appeared moments ago.
There, in the floor was a circular decoration. And framed by intricate stone carvings, was a rather large, round disk of crystal.
It looked well worn, but it shone just like the small orb he held.
That explained how he had gotten there. Res stopped himself from asking himself why it was there for now, and looked from the crystal in the floor to the one he had in his hands.
'Take me back this instant!’ He hissed at it, tightening his hold slightly.
The orb’s colours shifted slightly, while the disk grew a bit brighter, but nothing else happened.
Res’ hands shook slightly as he realized he was stuck. The two crystals didn’t have the capacity to send him back.
Before panic could set in, noise reached Res’ ears, forcing him to focus on it.
Echoed voices filled the hall, seemingly coming from all around him.
They were a mess of tones, almost continuous and definitely human in origin.
’- I swear if one of them looks at me the wrong way -’
’- It’s our divine right to-’
’- actually think they’re people? Ha!’
’-should just have locked them in their towers and burnt them.’
’ -why not just kill them all? What’s the real harm?’
’- Andraste, I pray-’
’- I went to Tevinter once-’
’-shouldn’t the Divine be here…?’
Res shook his head, stopped focusing on the strange voices and started focusing his problems.
Mainly getting back home or staying away from whoever the voices belonged to.
Looking both ways to make sure no one were on their way, Res moved back to the crystal disk and crouched down beside it.
Letting go of the orb with one hand, he placed it above the disk, making it shine even brighter for a brief second before it seemed to lose it’s hard surface and become fluid.
Res moved the orb from his chest and released it to hover above the glowing matter.
Guided by his hand, the fluid started moving up towards the orb, the matter slipping around the sphere, before merging with it, slightly increasing its mass.
Res slipped back to the wall as the crystals merged, focusing on which way to go. The path to the right seemed to split off into two new paths, while the left path on had one.
Res didn’t get much of a choice, as he heard footsteps coming down unseen stairs to the right.
’- You think the Mage-Templar war is actually going to stop? There’s so much anger on both sides.’ Someone said, a woman, by the sound of it.
’ Well, it’s possible? Ambassadors from both sides showed up. That’s something at least.’ Another woman answered.
Left path it was.
Res took off, with the orb in tow. He just managed to get to the end of the hallway and turn around the corner when the women got off the stairs.
The orb nearly slammed into the end wall before it corrected it’s path and preceded to bump into Res, much to his eye-rolling exasperation.
The new hallway was much like first, only with fewer torches, leaving it darker and cold.
As carefully as he could, Res made his way through the dark hallway, with the orb in tow.
There were more strange symbols and intricate carvings on the walls. Odd statues of a valiant looking human woman and a miserable man holding his head, dotted the hallway.
Soon he came to the end of the hallway. Two large double doors in his way.
Placing a hand on the wall to his right told him there was a large chamber behind the doors, and that he was no closer to finding a easier way out. He still couldn’t 'see’ which was the right way out, only that he had been moving deeper into the building.
Res growled under his breath and turned around to go back the way he had come from.
'Now is the time for our victory.’ A deep, dark, male voice rang out, causing Res to stop in his tracks, turn around and look back at the double doors.
’Why are you doing this? You of all people?’ A woman asked, fear and confusion clear in her voice.
Res, without conscious thought of doing so, moved back towards the doors.
'Keep the sacrifice still.’ The male voice spoke up again. Res went cold as the word 'sacrifice’ reached his ears and still without thinking, placed his hands on the doors. He barely managed stopped himself from pushing them open. Worry warring with curiosity over what to do.
'Someone help me!’ The woman yelled, as some odd sizzling, crackling noise reached Res’ ears.
Res ground his teeth as curiosity won out over worry and sensible fear, and made him angrily push open the doors.
There were several humans inside the dark chamber.
Four of them were dressed in odd blue and silver armour and stared into the distance with incredibly empty eyes.
An old looking woman dressed in a red and white robe and an oddly large headdress, was being held up in the air and bound by what looked like red magic.
In front of her, holding a dark, green glowing orb, was a tall, sickly thin and bizarrely mangled man.
'I see…you have taken to sacrificing your own elders now? ’ Res said shakily, as everybody turned their heads towards him. Res hastily looked from the blank eyed people to the man and woman.
'What…precisely are you doing?’ Res continued a second later, his insane curiosity dooming him further.
Before anybody could answer, the woman tore her arm out of the red magic and knocked the green orb out of the malformed man’s hand.
Res couldn’t decide if it was because he had simply abandoned the tiniest amount of common sense at that point or it was just his insane curiosity that made him move and reach out for the orb as it clanked it’s way towards him.
He regretted picking up the dark orb instantly.
Absolutely foreign, screaming magic shot up his left arm, quickly followed by intense pain that forced a scream from him.
Res barely had time to notice that the malformed man was flying towards him before everything became engulfed by green light and the floor underneath his feet disappeared once again.
Reporting Error: Overshot by a galaxy, or so.
Somewhere along the line, Res had covered his ears and his shut eyes.
Light and magic crashed around him with a cacophonous noise, as he suddenly felt the ground return under his feet, causing him to stagger and stumble.
‘Thief, you absolute crag!’ Res snarled as he managed to regain his balance and opened his eyes, expecting see the obnoxious Mistsinger.
What met his eyes instead, was a wall with large spiral-like decorations.
A wall made from a dark stone the Timeless didn’t use in their buildings.
He was standing in a rather wide hallway that was well lit by torches.
Res looked around for second before slamming himself into the wall behind him and flatting himself against it. Hand instantly going to the sword, Bright Wrath, that was fastened to his left leg.
He wasn’t in his den anymore.
He likely wasn’t even in the Shadowgrounds anymore.
He looked up to see one of the small orbs hovering well above his head, spinning quietly.
Res briefly wondered if he had somehow been 'moved’ to the Palace of the High Ones, but shot down that thought as soon as he came up with it.
The stone he now had his hands on was cold, dark and held none of the traits that the orb above him did.
His rockshaping powers seeped into the rock and told him that he was deep inside a massive, ancient building, a temple.
His powers couldn’t reach far enough to tell him where he could get out, just that there were many walls and rooms between him and the outside.
Scowling something fierce, he looked up at the orb again.
'Come down here, you idiot!’ He hissed angrily at the it, causing it to drop down.
Res hastily grabbed it and held it to his chest.
He took an unsteady breath, calming the faint spikes of panic he felt in the back of his mind.
Where was he?
How had he gotten there?
Res lifted his hands from his chest, staring down at the slightly luminous orb with the expression of a vexed parent.
Wild, unstable magic had brought him here. That much was obvious, thinking back on the magic stream Flying Thief had disturbed with her recklessness.
The shattered orb had functioned as a platform of sorts, while the two whole ones had been power and direction, driving him to the next platform. But what had functioned as a platform in this strange place?
Res looked down to the spot where he had appeared moments ago.
There, in the floor was a circular decoration. And framed by intricate stone carvings, was a rather large, round disk of crystal.
It looked well worn, but it shone just like the small orb he held.
That explained how he had gotten there. Res stopped himself from asking himself why it was there for now, and looked from the crystal in the floor to the one he had in his hands.
'Take me back this instant!’ He hissed at it, tightening his hold slightly.
The orb’s colours shifted slightly, while the disk grew a bit brighter, but nothing else happened.
Res’ hands shook slightly as he realized he was stuck. The two crystals didn’t have the capacity to send him back.
Before panic could set in, noise reached Res’ ears, forcing him to focus on it.
Echoed voices filled the hall, seemingly coming from all around him.
They were a mess of tones, almost continuous and definitely human in origin.
’- I swear if one of them looks at me the wrong way -’
’- It’s our divine right to-’
’- actually think they’re people? Ha!’
’-should just have locked them in their towers and burnt them.’
’ -why not just kill them all? What’s the real harm?’
’- Andraste, I pray-’
’- I went to Tevinter once-’
’-shouldn’t the Divine be here…?’
Res shook his head, stopped focusing on the strange voices and started focusing his problems.
Mainly getting back home or staying away from whoever the voices belonged to.
Looking both ways to make sure no one were on their way, Res moved back to the crystal disk and crouched down beside it.
Letting go of the orb with one hand, he placed it above the disk, making it shine even brighter for a brief second before it seemed to lose it’s hard surface and become fluid.
Res moved the orb from his chest and released it to hover above the glowing matter.
Guided by his hand, the fluid started moving up towards the orb, the matter slipping around the sphere, before merging with it, slightly increasing its mass.
Res slipped back to the wall as the crystals merged, focusing on which way to go. The path to the right seemed to split off into two new paths, while the left path on had one.
Res didn’t get much of a choice, as he heard footsteps coming down unseen stairs to the right.
’- You think the Mage-Templar war is actually going to stop? There’s so much anger on both sides.’ Someone said, a woman, by the sound of it.
’ Well, it’s possible? Ambassadors from both sides showed up. That’s something at least.’ Another woman answered.
Left path it was.
Res took off, with the orb in tow. He just managed to get to the end of the hallway and turn around the corner when the women got off the stairs.
The orb nearly slammed into the end wall before it corrected it’s path and preceded to bump into Res, much to his eye-rolling exasperation.
The new hallway was much like first, only with fewer torches, leaving it darker and cold.
As carefully as he could, Res made his way through the dark hallway, with the orb in tow.
There were more strange symbols and intricate carvings on the walls. Odd statues of a valiant looking human woman and a miserable man holding his head, dotted the hallway.
Soon he came to the end of the hallway. Two large double doors in his way.
Placing a hand on the wall to his right told him there was a large chamber behind the doors, and that he was no closer to finding a easier way out. He still couldn’t 'see’ which was the right way out, only that he had been moving deeper into the building.
Res growled under his breath and turned around to go back the way he had come from.
'Now is the time for our victory.’ A deep, dark, male voice rang out, causing Res to stop in his tracks, turn around and look back at the double doors.
’Why are you doing this? You of all people?’ A woman asked, fear and confusion clear in her voice.
Res, without conscious thought of doing so, moved back towards the doors.
'Keep the sacrifice still.’ The male voice spoke up again. Res went cold as the word 'sacrifice’ reached his ears and still without thinking, placed his hands on the doors. He barely managed stopped himself from pushing them open. Worry warring with curiosity over what to do.
'Someone help me!’ The woman yelled, as some odd sizzling, crackling noise reached Res’ ears.
Res ground his teeth as curiosity won out over worry and sensible fear, and made him angrily push open the doors.
There were several humans inside the dark chamber.
Four of them were dressed in odd blue and silver armour and stared into the distance with incredibly empty eyes.
An old looking woman dressed in a red and white robe and an oddly large headdress, was being held up in the air and bound by what looked like red magic.
In front of her, holding a dark, green glowing orb, was a tall, sickly thin and bizarrely mangled man.
'I see…you have taken to sacrificing your own elders now? ’ Res said shakily, as everybody turned their heads towards him. Res hastily looked from the blank eyed people to the man and woman.
'What…precisely are you doing?’ Res continued a second later, his insane curiosity dooming him further.
Before anybody could answer, the woman tore her arm out of the red magic and knocked the green orb out of the malformed man’s hand.
Res couldn’t decide if it was because he had simply abandoned the tiniest amount of common sense at that point or it was just his insane curiosity that made him move and reach out for the orb as it clanked it’s way towards him.
He regretted picking up the dark orb instantly.
Absolutely foreign, screaming magic shot up his left arm, quickly followed by intense pain that forced a scream from him.
Res barely had time to notice that the malformed man was flying towards him before everything became engulfed by green light and the floor underneath his feet disappeared once again.
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Writers' Gallery / Re: Nilla tries her hand at writing
« on: February 19, 2016, 01:28:02 PM »
I, eh, managed to get started on a Elfquest/Inquisition crossover.
Title: The Continued failings of High One Technology.
Somebody messes around with some of Res’ magic ‘someday-these will-help us-leave-this-forsaken-planet’- crystal orbs while he’s working on them and they do actually end up working. In a chaotic and not at all helpful way because it transplants Res to Thedas.
To the soon to be destroyed Conclave to be precise.
Because you never know where the High Ones went and where they left their artifacts.
You can read Res' profile here: http://www.elfquestfanart.com/index.php?topic=77.msg4306#msg4306
____
‘Get out.’
'You know what, Ressa?’
'Res. My name is Res. Not Ressa, not Resling, not Reska. Just Res. ’
'You spend entirely too much time working with magic. It’s going turn your mind into slush!’
'Thief, I swear. If you touch anything, I’m going to skin you alive.’
Flying Thief’s laughter told him there would be no negotiation with the aggravating Mistsinger.
The elf woman slapped one of Res’ three crystal orbs out of the air, much to his barely restrained ire.
The palace crystal hit the floor, shattering, it’s glowing pieces clinked over the floor and landed around his feet.
One of the other orbs seemed to sense the it’s sibling’s destruction and hurriedly sank down to Res’ shoulder, fully breaking a stream of magic that been passing between all three orbs.
It should cancelled out the magic entirely, Res thought later, in a different place.
Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
The ancient, semi sentient, but often harebrained technology of the High Ones was known to completely and utterly fail the ones who used it.
Within seconds the magic seemed to fade before violently coming back into view. It arched like lightning inside his small away-from-Firerock-den before making contact with the shards at his feet and the orbs around him, making them shine brighter than the daystar.
Res lost sight of his den as a pale, multi-coloured light engulfed him. Everything seemed to become drawn out, endless and ever reaching, shattering the laws the two mooned world had slammed down countless ages go.
The magic sang with absolute chaos, extreme intent and violence as it reached out, further and further, until it made contact to something equally ancient.
Everything shifted violently, and Res realized to his growing confusion that there was no floor, no roof, no walls. Just a near eternity of movement and colours.
When the light and magic finally dissipated, Res was nowhere to be found, leaving a dumbfounded Flying Thief alone in the den.
Her hazel eyes flickered around briefly, wondering if she had just started a war with the Timeless.
Title: The Continued failings of High One Technology.
Somebody messes around with some of Res’ magic ‘someday-these will-help us-leave-this-forsaken-planet’- crystal orbs while he’s working on them and they do actually end up working. In a chaotic and not at all helpful way because it transplants Res to Thedas.
To the soon to be destroyed Conclave to be precise.
Because you never know where the High Ones went and where they left their artifacts.
You can read Res' profile here: http://www.elfquestfanart.com/index.php?topic=77.msg4306#msg4306
____
‘Get out.’
'You know what, Ressa?’
'Res. My name is Res. Not Ressa, not Resling, not Reska. Just Res. ’
'You spend entirely too much time working with magic. It’s going turn your mind into slush!’
'Thief, I swear. If you touch anything, I’m going to skin you alive.’
Flying Thief’s laughter told him there would be no negotiation with the aggravating Mistsinger.
The elf woman slapped one of Res’ three crystal orbs out of the air, much to his barely restrained ire.
The palace crystal hit the floor, shattering, it’s glowing pieces clinked over the floor and landed around his feet.
One of the other orbs seemed to sense the it’s sibling’s destruction and hurriedly sank down to Res’ shoulder, fully breaking a stream of magic that been passing between all three orbs.
It should cancelled out the magic entirely, Res thought later, in a different place.
Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
The ancient, semi sentient, but often harebrained technology of the High Ones was known to completely and utterly fail the ones who used it.
Within seconds the magic seemed to fade before violently coming back into view. It arched like lightning inside his small away-from-Firerock-den before making contact with the shards at his feet and the orbs around him, making them shine brighter than the daystar.
Res lost sight of his den as a pale, multi-coloured light engulfed him. Everything seemed to become drawn out, endless and ever reaching, shattering the laws the two mooned world had slammed down countless ages go.
The magic sang with absolute chaos, extreme intent and violence as it reached out, further and further, until it made contact to something equally ancient.
Everything shifted violently, and Res realized to his growing confusion that there was no floor, no roof, no walls. Just a near eternity of movement and colours.
When the light and magic finally dissipated, Res was nowhere to be found, leaving a dumbfounded Flying Thief alone in the den.
Her hazel eyes flickered around briefly, wondering if she had just started a war with the Timeless.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: August 01, 2014, 04:48:40 AM »
My Saint’s Row Boss, Cillian trying to get some shuteye and wondering if the other gangs can just sit down and watch cartoons for the next 5 hours.
At least that was the original idea behind this.
Now it’s more likely he’s hidden himself away due to coming down from the Psychopath High he had going for him in SR2 and being just little bit lost.
Wasn’t sure what to do with the background, but I ended up filling it with clouds/smoke and making a statue of some sort because Cillian absolutely hoards statues.
Brushes used for clouds and smoke likely belongs to Project-GimpBC and GimpBrush.
At least that was the original idea behind this.
Now it’s more likely he’s hidden himself away due to coming down from the Psychopath High he had going for him in SR2 and being just little bit lost.
Wasn’t sure what to do with the background, but I ended up filling it with clouds/smoke and making a statue of some sort because Cillian absolutely hoards statues.
Brushes used for clouds and smoke likely belongs to Project-GimpBC and GimpBrush.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: July 13, 2013, 11:04:29 AM »
cecus the amount of lead I used could likely poison a small army.
Anyway my elves won’t leave (no matter what I do) and I can’t really throw them away.
Uli and a sleeping Beyond, in Uli’s sleeping quarters, I think. (she’s a treeshaper so her hut is basically a mixture of rock and trees)
This is likely some hours after their recognition. (which was a rather rocky affair because Beyond was a bit (Read: extremely) prissy about somebody being able to get into his mind.)
Edited Uli's hair on a old picture.
Anyway my elves won’t leave (no matter what I do) and I can’t really throw them away.
Uli and a sleeping Beyond, in Uli’s sleeping quarters, I think. (she’s a treeshaper so her hut is basically a mixture of rock and trees)
This is likely some hours after their recognition. (which was a rather rocky affair because Beyond was a bit (Read: extremely) prissy about somebody being able to get into his mind.)
Edited Uli's hair on a old picture.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: January 17, 2013, 11:55:09 AM »
I was just looking for a specific ‘space’-brush in gimp...
Which I didn't find. Even after 3 hours. Entitled 'The Not Gods'.
Used Brushes made by JeffrettaLyn and MyLastBlkRose from deviantart.
Which I didn't find. Even after 3 hours. Entitled 'The Not Gods'.
Used Brushes made by JeffrettaLyn and MyLastBlkRose from deviantart.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: December 28, 2012, 02:07:48 PM »
I think this is the third time I tried coloring him?
My other Homestuck troll, Atalus Sinnox.
His design is based on the doll I made of him on a troll maker, so pardon the jacket and the glasses.
My other Homestuck troll, Atalus Sinnox.
His design is based on the doll I made of him on a troll maker, so pardon the jacket and the glasses.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: December 22, 2012, 10:20:24 AM »
Drew this in October only got around to finish it last night.
One of my two Homestuck trolls, Vikiya Vitana.
One of my two Homestuck trolls, Vikiya Vitana.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: November 19, 2012, 10:56:47 PM »
The original thought was Darkfire’s back/shoulders had been severely injured by the elf named ‘He who lost his head to Uli’ (or Headless One or Bodyless One as the Timeless would later name him) and Erracin, who’s a healer, has been mending her injuries.
Here Erracin’s sitting up against a wall,after likely getting punched into it by a infuriated Darkfire who’s taking her anger out on Erracin because he’s friends with Headless/Bodyles One. In doing so she re-injured some part of her shoulder and pretty much collapsed on Erracin who went right back to mending her injury (because he has itchy healers fingers).
The healing removes both the pain and Darkfire’s fury and they end like this.
Erracin is kinda just trying to talk to Darkfire who’s zoning out due to the healing.
I have to say I’m quite happy with how Darfire turned out.
Here Erracin’s sitting up against a wall,after likely getting punched into it by a infuriated Darkfire who’s taking her anger out on Erracin because he’s friends with Headless/Bodyles One. In doing so she re-injured some part of her shoulder and pretty much collapsed on Erracin who went right back to mending her injury (because he has itchy healers fingers).
The healing removes both the pain and Darkfire’s fury and they end like this.
Erracin is kinda just trying to talk to Darkfire who’s zoning out due to the healing.
I have to say I’m quite happy with how Darfire turned out.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: November 03, 2012, 07:05:40 AM »
Wildly un-creative.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 16, 2012, 07:07:14 PM »
I was already working on this and Beyond managed to get a Ask related to it.
Got inspired to try and draw the Fourth Doctor.
Got inspired to try and draw the Fourth Doctor.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 15, 2012, 11:51:58 AM »Lolz, I donno, I think you do Dark atmospheres really well. *points to Shadow Hunt*
I love how creepy you can draw the atmosphere in pictures, I'm a bit jealous since all I can really do are... Well, happyish.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 14, 2012, 09:37:27 PM »
Part of the practices stuff. Started drawing this while at a out-door open-house party in a wooded area.
My Muse is courting creeyness at the moment.
My Muse is courting creeyness at the moment.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 08, 2012, 03:20:22 PM »I was bored and I have been looking at Slenderman art alllll day and started looking into a bunch of creepypasta so I tried my hand at him.
It oddly enough helped me to draw a character that’s been lurking in the back of my mind for months now. That and giving him a ‘human heart smoothie’ helped a lot too. His name is either Skylar Jayden or Jaydan Skylar and is likely a demon who got really bored doing evil stuff and now goes around kills and/or torments actual evil people.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 05, 2012, 09:24:38 PM »
I swear I get the weirdest ‘Dark Overlord and followers from this drawing.
Merheen, the nice one of my High Ones, using one of two powers I’ve spent a year saying he can’t have because it’s just plain unfair to his enemies on Abode.
Of course he just tilted his head to the side, look puzzled, and said ‘there’s no such thing as Fairness on this world.’
Said power in use here allows him (and few others) to walk in shadows as if they had their own dimension. Here they’ve entered the stronghold of whatever idiot they’re at war with.
Merheen is likely saying:
‘Stop us from getting in? My friend, we’ve been here since noon….You must forgive my companions, they’re quite the fond of violence.’
Merheen, the nice one of my High Ones, using one of two powers I’ve spent a year saying he can’t have because it’s just plain unfair to his enemies on Abode.
Of course he just tilted his head to the side, look puzzled, and said ‘there’s no such thing as Fairness on this world.’
Said power in use here allows him (and few others) to walk in shadows as if they had their own dimension. Here they’ve entered the stronghold of whatever idiot they’re at war with.
Merheen is likely saying:
‘Stop us from getting in? My friend, we’ve been here since noon….You must forgive my companions, they’re quite the fond of violence.’
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 04, 2012, 08:28:53 PM »Quote
How about Aite?It sounds nice, but it doesn't sound right to me, sorries. XD I think I'll be able to settle on a name in a couple of days. I sometimes have trouble finding the right names for specific characters.
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Now I can execute all my devious plans...-- I mean uh, very pretty!I think that your elf self will definitely be seeing my drawing paper...Can't wait to see your devious plans. XD
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 03, 2012, 04:06:55 PM »
For some odd reason a character I can only see as my elfself showed up today as I was playing around with one of the dollmakers on azaleas. I’ve always had trouble with this kind of thing, but it seemed right.
Now I’m just stuck with actually naming her. For some odd reason the word ‘ruin’ shows up a lot.
It’s not like I have tendency to ruin stuff for othe-…Oh.
Erhm….
Right.
Ruins-All.
Ruiner-of-Dreams.
Ruinous Speaker.
Breaker-of-illusions.
Ruiness. (why did you have to say that word, Pinkie)
Now I’m just stuck with actually naming her. For some odd reason the word ‘ruin’ shows up a lot.
It’s not like I have tendency to ruin stuff for othe-…Oh.
Erhm….
Right.
Ruins-All.
Ruiner-of-Dreams.
Ruinous Speaker.
Breaker-of-illusions.
Ruiness. (why did you have to say that word, Pinkie)
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 02, 2012, 09:14:29 PM »
happy you like it!Chenah harassed me to draw her today. Such a bossy woman.
The skulls on her spear is humans skulls.
Not cleaned yadayada. Not done either.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 02, 2012, 09:30:56 AM »
Cobia and DG’s character Anfisa with a giant size tomato.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 02, 2012, 06:15:53 AM »I often do that.I think Winnowilll clocks in at 6 foot, if I remember right.
With everything. I don't think heights matter as long as they aren't like... 8 foot while a high one is only 6foot something (if I remember correctly?)...
Then again elves have the ability to change how they look, why not change height?
XD None of my elves have extreme heights, I made sure they just stay around the typical High One height.
I think Darkfire has actually altered her height. (She got tied of being so damn tiny compared to her lovers.)
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 02, 2012, 04:30:24 AM »And as a side note, Marakka is really tall. O.O Never really thought about that.Most Timeless elves are Glider or High One height, Marakka is one of tallest, alongside Arehe and Zharo.
Then again I'm just not good with heights. There's this one specific Wendy drawn picture that completely ruined my sense of how tall the wolfriders and the trolls are.
So I just flipped a desk and went 'Oki I don't care, my elves are glider height or High One height.'
If it looks like a lot here it's just because it's not something I'm used to drawing.
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The Other Art Gallery / Re: Nilla's nest
« on: September 01, 2012, 04:59:09 PM »He looks cute when angry, and I'm sure he's about to get reeeeaaaally adorable...YUUUP.
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I only guessed that there was a height difference between the two, but I didn't know it was pretty substantial.well, as I said before, Marakka is one of the tallest (the tallest being Arehe). If it seems like a lot here, it's just the fact I've never really drawn anything like this.
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Awesome work, though! I'm sure many of the Outcasts will be quite worried about our dear trickster.I wouldn't worry too much. He's fairly good at fighting. He just doesn't have much of a chance against Marakka. XD
Oooold as hell drawing I dug up when I was looking for a drawing Blackneck requested I send to her.
I’ve edited it a bit because I got the idea I might use this little boy as an elfchild.
His name is Akat and he’s deathly ill, so much so he’s been placed in wrapstuff along side 3 others.
