SONG OF THE RAVEN; wip intro
"My Lady is not of feather and flight. She does not chirp pretty songs and float above it all untouched. My Lady howls. My Lady crawls. The Lady of Ravens watches coolly, the messenger of death, but My Lady? She wallows with the worms that tend the corpses. My Lady is the hidden places, the lonely places, the caverns, the depths, the wastes. Her song is the slow creep of the ocean upon the cliffs, the relentless trawl of time, the taking each year of all that is ripe and turning it to rot. My Lady is the Devourer and she needs to be fed."
ABOUT;
GENRE: high fantasy
POV: third person limited
STATUS: writing & planning
TRIGGER WARNINGS: fantasy typical violence / mass illness plotline / depersonalisation
TROPES & THEMES;
destructive nature of unchecked consumption / fantasy cityscape setting / domain based polytheism / isolation vs community / identity / socially naive protagonist / friendship / song based magic system / rigid tradition vs fluid change / archipelago world / magical illness / masks and presentation / queer romance subplot
BLURB;
THERE ARE THE priests, faces forever masked to those beyond the temples. There are the gods, the force behind all life, the singers of the great song. And there is a corruption in the song, an errant tune, and it is spreading.
ARN CHILD OF MIRIA, like most orphans on the Isle of Miria, knows very little of the outside world beyond the Temple District Walls. Since the day of their arrival, Arn has been trained in the ways of the sanctra, those who learn the language of the gods and use it to shape the world around them; the very song of life. Most find their talents lay in the domain of a specific god, their song suited to commanding the swells of the Ever Ocean in the Temple of the Tempest, or calling the crops to flourish in the Temple of the Lord of the Earth. Arn, whose curiosity and talent never waited long enough to settle, is newly initiated into the Temple of the Lady of Ravens; the divine messenger who knows all and goes where she must. When their mentor in the Temple is called beyond the Walls, Arn must don the mask of their Lady and follow into the dizzying cacophony of song and life, must use the knowledge they have of the song to command the very world around them to their will, shaping it in imitation of the great Chorus, sung a millenia ago when the gods called existence into being.
WHEN ARN AND their mentor are called into the home of a young nobleman suffering from a strange, discordant illness, Arn is forced to weave their lifesongs together to keep him alive; a discouraged, but not unheard of method in the field. The illness begins to spread, and the song of Miria, once in harmony, begins to howl with the cries of a long forgotten hunger intent on consuming all. But the sick and dying cannot be reached, not like that first time, not like Kirrin. Arn realises the tether between them may be the key to saving the people of Miria, if only they could understand why.
CHARACTERS; (intros coming soon)
Arn Child of Miria / the initiate
Luna of the Lady's Flock / the companion
Kirrin Child of Astari / the tethered
Marsi Child of Miria / the brave
Palla Child of Miria / the weaver
Eri Child of Jaya / the lost
Niko Child of Miria / the mentor
TAGLISTS; ask to be +/-
WIP TAGLIST: @chariklos / @writeblrfantasy / @wickerring / @thats-my-type-writer / @sunlightwriter / @teriwrites / @harinawa / @marimos / @uppoffringar / @diphthongsfordays
GENERAL TAGLIST; @stormharbors / @ladywithalamp / @philocalizt / @wildswrites / @darkgazer / @muddshadow / @ghostschemes / @lockejhaven / @froggywriter / @nightjarz / @moariin
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Fashionably late for Palla Grande, Celestino Salazar, a Toreador Black Hand of the Sabbat. Dressed as a Seraphim, when questioned about his choice of costume, he simply smirked and informed the guest, "Dress for the job you want."
For @tzimizce's Charred Saints event! Thank you for suggesting and hosting! We're gonna enjoy the party!
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arriving to the party (very much fashionably late) are rachel davis, tremere of house goratrix, and her mawla lionel of clan malkavian
i very much enjoyed designing the outfits and drawing this for @tzimizce's "charred saints" event! was worried i won't be able to finish this piece in time for the grand ball, but it worked out
bonus: both of them separately! i wanted to draw them together from the get-go since they are a set and lionel is very clingy but i also wanted to create solid costumes for them both so it took some magic to then sew the two together seamlessly... a certain kind of meat-magic if you may :D
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Bahjal, Pallas Cat
Tabaxi Druid, Circle of Dreams
Thank you so much to @nerkierantsagain for commissioning me to do an official portrait of you DnD main. I love her.
If you have a vision for your DnD character that you want me to help bring to life, sending me a message 🥰
Please click for full res!
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Tell us about Pallas?
Pallas (short for "Pallasite") is an insectoid alien that crash landed on Earth and eats people and terrible fast food.
Her belly is partially see through, and she's kind of a brat.
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Finally went around to quickly designing the slugcat oc we all formed! The thought process is that it's went it's much long after saint's campaign. Not really relating to Saint, they became more of a surveyor to see the barren ruins of FP + LTTM. They can't really see and akin to the blind lizards, probably utilizes their antennae to help navigate. Not sure where the cowboy hat came from....
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