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tower-of-hana · 5 months

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I won't be posting these publicly on World Anvil until I have finished my language page so here are the phonology and orthography tables for An Kxo (yeah I had to change the orthography again it is still pronounced /ɑɴ q͡χo/)

Phonology:

Orthography:

#linguistics #languages #linguistic #shitpost #lingblr #linguist shitpost #conlang #conlanging #constructed language #conlangs #An Kxo #Shadow World

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worstvideogamesong-poll · 7 months

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Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 1 Match 21

Shadow World (DE DE MOUSE Remix) - Persona 4 Dancing All Night

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VERSUS

Mushroom Road - Tales of the Abyss

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FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

Shadow World (DE DE MOUSE Remix):

(none included)

Mushroom Road:

"This thing is legendary in my friend group for being so noxious that we hum bits of it to antagonize each other. It's from an optional sidequest late in the game! And it's still so memorable! Like we all played Abyss together in 2013 and Mushroom Road remains horrible to this day. I'm listening to it right now to refresh my memory and I am gritting my teeth so hard. The droning, the dissonance, the slow, slow tempo, the way it's so short that it loops one million times no matter how fast you complete the sidequest... fuck this song."

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

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artianwen · 2 years

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I was thinking and realised that monster?? steven from steven universe (idk I only watched the last episode once and forgot a lot of the details) reminded me of the shadows in persona 4 so I made the concept real

#persona 4 #persona 4 golden #shin megumi tensei #shin megumi tensei persona #shadow world #p4g #steven universe #shadow steven #monster steven #steven universe s5 #steven universe future #i am thou thou art i #i am a shadow the true self #fanart #su #sufanart #persona4 #persona 4 fanart

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vintagerpg · 2 years

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Demons of the Burning Night (1989) came out the same year as the Shadow World Atlas and re-establishes what to expect from a Shadow World module (structurally, they are very similar to the older Loremaster modules and, honestly, many of the MERP books, which should be unsurprising since Shadow World creator Terry K. Amthor had a hand in all of that as one of Iron Crown’s founders).

The focus of this book is the island of Aranmor, which is kind of like the Isle of Dread from D&D but with a black metal soundtrack. Everything living there is evil. Like, really, really evil. To the point that most adventurers avoid the place, despite the fact that it is a treasure trove of first age technology and magical artifacts. You kind of get that sense from the Tony Robert’s excellent cover.

Even the good stuff is kind of terrible. There is a horn that when blown, basically annihilates whatever is in front of you. But if you blow it twice before the moon Varin turns fully (ten days) the thing explodes, basically nuking everything in a 50’ radius. It’s beautiful, really.

The majority of the book is given over to detailing the ruined city of Tarek Nev, a horrible place full of danger. Even the trash pit is deadly (it's a demon, concealed by sand, that just exists to digest garbage and whatever adventurers happen to step into its mouth). A fantastic resource, if you’re in need of a demon haunted city.

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Shadow World #Terry Amthor #Jennell Jaquays #Iron Crown #Rolemaster #Demons of the Burning Night

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eclipsing-sun · 6 months

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I t ' s s o c o l d h e r e , d o n ' t l e a v e m e a l o n e .

I s t h e r e a n y o n e o u t t h e r e ?

T h e s c r e a m s a r e s o l o u d , i t ' s s o c o l d .

A m I s u p p o s e d t o b e o k a y n o w ?

T h i s i s w h a t d y i n g f e e l s l i k e , i t ' s s o c o l d .

A m I t h e m a s k o r t h e m a n ?

I t h i n k I ' m s l i p p i n g a g a i n . . .

#lore post #shadow world

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shadowworldwanderers · 5 months

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Soft And Sweet - Ellie Sutton/Jude Matheson

A/N: Part 3/4 for @jmathesonandsiblings ' prompts from the touch-starved prompt promptlist. Jude is (obviously) theirs, Ellie is my sweet girl.

“Your hands are so soft…” Jude’s voice is soft even as he lifts Ellie’s hands, soft skin caressed with gentle kisses before he pulls her a little closer, curling her into his arms and smiling at the soft laugh that escapes her at his lips pressed to her hairline, her hands curling into his jacket just a little. “You are so… gentle.” “You think so?” Ellie’s smile is soft, her voice low and sweet. “You are plenty gentle yourself…” “My hands aren’t so…” “Soft? No, maybe not… but they suit you, strong, gentle hands for a strong, gentle man.” He smiles then, leaning to kiss her gently, speechless for once.

#ellie sutton #jude matheson #jude/ellie #ellie/jude #shadow world #matheson adjacent #matheson verse #touch starved prompts

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eachpage · 7 months

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(via The Lost Book of the White)

“If I only jumped when I knew where I was going to land, I would never jump at all.”

#shadowhunters #shadow world #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #quotes #book review #book blog #il libro bianco perduto #the lost book of the white #the eldest curses

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ragecndybars · 1 year

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Persona Dancing Soundtrack Tournament - Preliminary Round #2

This is a preliminary round to eliminate songs with more than one remix before the tournament proper, mostly to avoid confusion.

In case you forgot what they sound like...

ATLUS Kozuka Remix:

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DE DE MOUSE shadow swing mix:

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#Persona 4 #P4 #Persona #Persona Dancing Song Tournament #PDST Poll #PDST Prelims #Shadow World

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pantakichi · 2 years

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Shadowworld comic page 1-3

I know I didn't post the comic page 1 on the deadline something came up so you all get 3 pages instead

Anyway

Welcome to the comic mutuals and passerby's

PS reblogs are appreciated as I want to have this comic reach all edd heads lol

Do I want this comic to become famous and receive billions of asks yes I do xd

Jk one reader is enough tbh

Tags for people wanted to see it on release

@phantom-howl

You can ask to be added to the list

The peeps that inspired me

@pond-child-edd

@z-eddsworld

#my art #eddsworld #eddsworld art #my au #shadow world #comic #ew matt #ew edd #ew ringo

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worstvideogamesong-poll · 6 months

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Worst Video Game Song Tournament - Round 2 Match 11

Shadow World (DE DE MOUSE Remix) - Persona 4 Dancing All Night

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VERSUS

Survival Instincts Kicking In - Bravely Default II

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FIGHT!

I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you! Remember to be civil in the tags and replies!

Propaganda under cut:

Shadow World (DE DE MOUSE Remix):

"God that shadow world one starts out promising in the first few seconds and devolves so fast. None of these sounds work with each other lol"

"#and the shadow world remix is SOOOO bad #it sounds like the jazz level of tetris connect"

"#gonna be real at least the shadow world remix has the lyrics going for it #it is a dogshit mess though good god"

"#shadow world (de de mouse) just sucks in general #also that added aspect of shadow world itself being a good song #and de de mouse just mangles it"

Survival Instincts Kicking In:

"I think it's cool that my favourite video game composer and longtime musical hero made a song that I hate this passionately, it's a nice reminder that even he's only human! Whenever I fight a boss that's backed by this track, I straight up mute the game and put on other music because it literally makes my skin crawl. It's like nails on a chalkboard to me. I also keep forgetting to delete it from my music library so every now and then I get jumpscared while I'm on the bus or something. Good times!"

"I was so offended that a BD track would be on here. and then I played it. Wow what the fuck BD2"

"#[Survival Instincts Kicking In] sounds like a guitar falling down a staircase"

"#survival instincts kicking in gets points for being in 5/4 but it loses points for sounding god awful about it"

Feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

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mademoisellefantasy · 1 year

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If people ever look down upon you for crying over a fictional character, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they’ve never cried over a fictional character, then they’ve never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they’ve never cried at a book, a movie, a piece of music, then they’ve missed one of the greatest pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction doesn’t contain things that are real doesn’t mean it doesn’t contain truth, and we find that through the alchemy of our tears.

- Cassandra Clare

One of my fave quotes by @cassandraclare.

Thank you for creating all the remarkable characters of the Shadow World and for giving so many people the opportunity to experience this amazing feeling you so support.

I hope that in my work I am able to do the same.

#mademoisellefantasy #cassandra clare #the shadowhuter chronicles #shadowhunters #shadow world #writers of wattpad #writers of tumblr #writersofig #creative writing #fantasy romance #shadowfam #save shadowhunters #clace #malec #fanfiction

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randomness-is-my-order · 1 year

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The Cruelty of Kindness

- an Infernal Devices fanfic

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Friendship pairing: Sophia Collins & William Herondale

Fandom: The Infernal Devices

Genre/Tags: Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Pre-Canon

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A/N: I do not usually post my fics on here directly, nor do i write for the infernal devices’ series but this is a first and i’m posting this to try out if i like tumblr to also host my stories. :))

that character emoji looks horrifying in this font but eh, anyway, this fic’s just a short angsty piece exploring sophie’s mind with regards to will herondale.

i’m linking the ao3 post too if you prefer that method of reading:

hope you’ll enjoy!!

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The Cruelty of Kindness

Sophie was always of the opinion that Master Will was of the terrible sort, despite his young age of fourteen. She knew this from those first few interactions she’d shared with him – full of bluster and sly remarks, said with dark humor lacing his voice as he taunted her about her scar. At first, she’d deluded herself into seeing a sheen of profound guilt in his blue eyes, a kind of taut tension coiling his body as he passed a jest about the single most horrifying incident of her life.

But it had been a trick of light, a want of her heart to see good in the boy Mrs. Branwell cared for so deeply, the boy Master Jem cared for so deeply. However, she could not fool her mind, could not convince herself of some hidden goodness that might have lurked in the dark soul of William Herondale.

The truth of the matter was simple: Sophie did not understand Will and his behaviour never coaxed her to. She wanted nothing to do with him but she was the sole maid of the Institute, a diligent one at that and she would not let one unruly Shadowhunter boy keep her from her tasks or professionalism. Besides, she was used to cruelty by now and there were worse fates in life than bearing a few taunts, especially since she was given full permission to taunt right back.

She only felt a crack in her reserved temper when she was forced to look after the well-being of Master Will and he spit in the face of her generosity. He never looked down on her but she had the feeling he thought she was looking down on him. There was no other reason for his denial of her help or aid with wounds, whenever such an incident arose and it arose quite often. Even if her job mandated she administer care to any Shadowhunter under the refuge of the Institute should they be injured minorly, she would have wanted to help them anyway, no matter how difficult some made it for her.

“Heavens above, Master Will, is that blood on your knees?”

Will, with his tousled black hair, deep blue ocean eyes, looked at her with his usual caustic guardedness, as if annoyed by her notice of his evident injury. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, the door of his bedroom thrown open, a trail of mud and dirt caking the floor. Sophie had just finished the cleaning of this space an hour ago, the smell of soapwater still lingering in the room and doorway but now it lay dirtied once again.

“No, Sophie, it’s not blood,” Will said, grinning in a way that was meant to mock. “I decided to simply roll in a pit of strawberries, crushing them with my legs as they do in wineries with grapes.”

Sophie scowled at him, dropping the basket of washed white linens and walked inside, eyes narrowing at Will’s scratched up wounds. “I would truly appreciate the lack of your hilarious wit, Master Will. Seeing as how stiffly you are holding yourself, presumably from the pain of stomping on strawberries – it is no time for joking.”

“Joking is all I know, Sophie,” Will’s lips twisted up in a bitter smile, an oddly weighted expression for one so callous as him.

Sophie ignored the remark and extracted a wooden box storing a few basic remedies and bandages from the cabinet behind her. Had Charlotte not been engaged in a meeting and Master Jem sleeping soundly, she would have simply fetched them. A quick iratze would have taken care of this matter and she would not have to manage Master Will’s acerbic moods and challenging reception.

For just a second, she contemplated appealing to Jessamine’s kindness but that seemed as futile as appealing to Will’s.

She sighed, steadying herself for a headache and approached Will who had realised what she was about to attempt to do.

“Do not,” he hissed. “I will take care of this myself. I do not need a nursemaid!”

Sophie gave him a thin smile, “I do not mean any insult but how do you plan to do that, Master Will? Your application of the healing runes is still shaky, is it not? And has there been in any progress in your abysmal expertise at mundane methods of healthcare?”

“I grew up in a mundane household, I know how to put on a banda–” Will said through his teeth but stopped abruptly, his face going white, a muted horror dawning on his face. Sophie was surprised, too, for it was not often – it was downright rare – that Master Will mentioned anything of his life before coming to the Institute. She’d pieced together both enough information to satiate her curiosity and at the same time, not enough information to see the whole truth of his situation.

But the momentary suprise at his own words, the glimpse of fear, was gone as quickly as it had arrived, leaving only a blank coolness on his visage. “Leave me be, Sophie. I do not want your help.”

Sophie, duty bound, shook her head. “You are hurt. You are also not equipped with the tools to fully help yourself. I cannot leave you here. It would weigh on my conscience.”

“I do not care about your conscience,” Will scooted backwards even though Sophie hadn’t moved an inch towards him. “Why do you care? You should delight in my pain for how I have treated you.”

“I–” Sophie blinked, a little startled that Will would realise his poor behaviour towards her, towards anyone. He did not usually show good morals or a sense of responsibility for his words. “How dare you suggest that I would ever delight in the pain of others? You may treat me to unfair, harsh words but my forgiveness extends enough to not want to see you in undue pain. Now, stop being difficult and let me clean your wounds. There’s blood all over the rugs!”

Will’s face was a carved stone, his lips pressed together. What he asked her next caught her off guard but his delivery of the question was too matter-of-fact, too plainly said to be a joke.

“Tell me this,” he said, without inflection, his eyes meeting Sophie’s with a peculiar intensity. “In your heart, do you have any care for me, any regard for me?”

Sophie stared at him for a long moment, remembering the clench of her heart the first time Will had looked at her scar, eyes wide with pity or sympathy, she could not tell. The first time there had been no jabs, no cruelty, but afterwards, the candle had been lit and an outpouring of insults, however half-hearted they may have sounded, were barraged towards her.

“I care for every member of the Institute,” Sophie spoke without a waver in her voice. She was permitted to speak freely by Charlotte but she had always reserved a sharp straightforwardness only for Master Will because no one else had treated her with the same acidic attitude, save for perhaps Jessamine. “I care for you as a member of this house, a Shadowhunter that I have sworn to serve but beyond that, as a human, as a person, I have little regard for you, Master Will. I am assured in the fact that you know the reason, that you have ensured I think of you in this manner.”

She had expected a spark of anger or resentment or offence. Never before had she so simply stated her dislike for Master Will but she always expected to be met with similar feelings, if not stronger, worse emotions from him. Instead, the expression on his face was too much like grief, too much like sorrow. Of course, he didn’t show it for too long but it was enough to offset Sophie’s surety.

“I’d rather you not care for me at all,” Will said, the same former dark look colouring his face, his eyes. He eyed Sophie’s scar now, an unkind chuckle leaving him. “I hope my knees do not scar like your face.”

Sophie sucked in a sharp breath, her free hand hovering over her long, silvery white scar that made her avoid mirrors, and she wondered why she ever gave Master Will one charitable thought. He did not deserve her skepticism of his character, did not deserve her hope for him to be better than he seemed.

“Your soul is scarred,” she whispered, using the last of her resolve and heart to open up the box and pull a roll of bandage out. She would try once to heal him and no more. “Let me see your knees, now. Enough of your remarks.”

Will’s eyes closed, his body growing rigid, so much hostility in a boy so young. His eyes opened and blazed with fire that wanted nothing more than to see everyone burn. He picked up the ceramic vase from the table, looking at her with heightened annoyance and threw it at her, “Get out!”

Sophie winced as the beautiful green vase interlain with colourful scenes of gemstone powder crashed a few steps from her feet. She dropped the box in horror, looking between the ruins of the vase and Master Will’s cold expression.

She turned and ran out of the room, her heart beating fast, shocked still at the sound of the crash, ceramic against stone, the poisonous tone of Will’s voice as if she were only a disgusting worm he wanted to be rid of. Had she been a little closer, would the vase have hit her? She thought of her scar, the way she received it, the black memory of her previous employer, his breath thick with smoke, a knife glinting in the dark corners of the manor.

She thought of Will – the anger in his gaze, the abruptness of his actions, his thoughtlessness. She was not defenceless anymore but she was right to be wary. Afterall, she was still a servant, not an equal, no matter how much Charlotte said to support the contrary.

A look at her hands stopped her from her dash down the stairs. Her arms were empty, her clothes’ basket forgotten by Master Will’s door. More than scared, she felt simmers of anger within herself now, like she always did after an interaction with him.

He was fourteen but she was older, wiser. She could walk back and get her basket without getting entangled in another insulting conversation with him. He was impulsive and careless and she feared what would happen if he grew up into a man with these traits but for now, she could handle him.

Slowly, she approached his room again. But she did not go in or make her presence known. Instead, she pressed herself against the wall adjacent to the half-open door, ears posied for any sounds and she did hear something. A hitch of a breath, a choked sort of cry.

Frowning, she tried to hear more but only silence greeted her. Despite herself, she turned and through the thin gap between the door and the hinge, she saw the scene within the room. A scene that confused her wits to a very high degree.

There, kneeling on the floor, was Master Will. His shirtsleeves were rolled to his elbows, his hair still ruffled and wind-assaulted, his trousers a darker shade than what they really were, stained with his blood. His head was tucked low, his eyes unseen from below the fringes of his hair, his shoulders alternating between trembling and going rock-still.

What suprised Sophie the most was that Master Will was picking up the sharp shards of the vase, collecting them into a neat pile atop a sack, his hands bleeding from small cuts where the finer pieces had nicked him. He did this methodically, efficiently, ignoring the blood surrounding him.

Once done with the pieces of the vase, he put the items fallen out of the wooden box, assembled them neatly and shut it close. He did this all on his knees and Sophie did not want to imagine why he would inflict such hardship on himself. She did not remember him ever doing such simple chores himself. He was meant for greater tasks and greater glories, as all Nephilim were. And yet, here he was.

What shocked Sophie the most however was the look on Will’s face when he finally slumped down, against the side of his bed, his knees drawn up once again, released from the agony of scraping against the floor. His eyes were closed again but she could see them now, his hair swept to the side, sticky with sweat. His lips were trembling, his hands tied together loosely over his knees. When his lids opened, his expression was nothing short of torturous. As if he held in himself a great, grand hollowness, as if he was bothered to such extremes that tears had started eluding him. After all, weren’t tears a means to alleviate one’s sorrows? Will looked desperate to cry and yet his blue eyes were dry and bright and chasms of deep grief.

It took Sophie’s breath away, to see such a vulnerable, open display from the boy who had not seemed capable of such emotion to her. He was rude and cruel and thoughtless and that was the truth of him she believed. She did not want to dig deeper and yet she had seen something underneath the Will he showed to the world. Such openness from him was reserved only for Master Jem, she knew.

She took a step back and walked away.

She would not know the meaning of what she witnessed until years later, would not know why Will seemed to hate himself much more than he made others hate him, would not know that the guilt she thought she’d seen in him, the restraint, the inkling of a façade were all real. In the years to come, she would forget this moment, this memory – buried under the fresh and new stabs of Will’s insults and words and disagreeable demeanor. But when she would be told of the curse, the years of pain, of hiding, of forced cruelty that ripped him apart, she would think back to this moment.

She would remember the kneeling boy, the bloodied knees, the callused hands, the look that wanted to call for help, for comfort and the haunted eyes that wished for tears but were not granted that release, that luxury.

She would remember Master Will and how he cleaned up his mess, even if he had to hurt himself to do so.

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#infernal devices #the infernal devices #fanfic #shadowhunters #shadow world #william herondale #will herondale #sophie collins #sophia collins #the london institute #clockwork princess #clockwork angel #clockwork prince #pre canon #tsc fandom #the shadowhunter chronicles #shadowverse

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vintagerpg · 2 years

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This is Tales of the Loremasters Book II (1989) and man, I gotta start by saying: how on earth did they get all this stuff (and more beside) all out in one year? This is a sequel?! How?!? There is a metric ton of 1989 Shadow World stuff and it boggles my mind. Did Iron Crown employees just not sleep?

Like the previous volume, this is a collection of adventure sites, all illustrated by Jennell Jaquays (I really like how she approaches landscapes in her Shadow World material). This one feels more varied in its locales. No nucklelavee, so you can’t have everything, but this one is a handy one to have around — you can drop this stuff into any campaign and make it work without a lot of conversion work. The one with the mysterious meteor is my favorite. The details are fine, but honestly, I mostly appreciate the prompt of “mysterious meteor” — there should be more of those in RPGs, generally, I think.

Wanted to post about this primarily for the cover art by David Martin. Granted, I would call this a cockatrice, not a basilisk (those, for me, are snakes who wear adorable crowns) but I love the idea of whatever it is turning everything to stone, gorgon-like (basilisks traditionally kill via venom and pollution, while cockatrices usually cause people to just drop dead by looking at them). I’ve talked before about the quality of smoothness in David Martin’s work. I often find it off-putting, but here it works so good. Maybe that is the influence of Ellisa Martin, who is also credited on the painting (though not inside in the actual credits)

#RPG #TTRPG #Tabletop RPG #Roleplaying Game #D&D #dungeons & dragons #Shadow World #Terry Amthor #Jennell Jaquays #Iron Crown #Rolemaster #David Martin #Tales of the Loremasters

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