I LIED!

I finished him earlier,i had the motivation.

I was shocked,looks lime i overestimated,woops

I subjected the Calamity Art server to this, and now I shall curse you guys here, too. Happy belated Valentine’s Day because I am the Internet Explorer of celebrational art

yesterday I reviewed a terrible tumblr post and its equally bitter reblogs, so I continued to work on this scuffed sketch on my phone (originally started on Feb 14 at a Red Lobster restaurant waiting for my food) that night to make myself feel better.

I continue to draw character from my verse of Calamity. This time it is Calamitas' mentor - archmage Permafrost

day 28 of drawing calamitas until the draedon update - revenge is a dish best served hotter than the flames of hell

i originally wanted to draw omori calamitas but i; 1) have not finished the game yet, and 2) could not get it to look right for the life of me

so instead we get the aftermath of virili accidentally spilling permafrost’s secret to calamitas

Notes on this drawing:

- Draedon is supposed to taller than Yharim but no one informed me of that until I had finished this

- Calamitas is not tiny.... Everyone is just too tall! (No joke have you seen Yharim's height it's stupid)

npc gang...

Updated (Official) Calamity Mod Reference Pieces of the SEAHOE Sea King Amidias, The DILF Archmage Permafrost, and the THIEF Bandit. These are like *several years* overdue lmao, especially the Bandit.

Archmage Permafrost from Terraria’s Calamity Mod drinks pilk! It’s not that he wanted to, but Cirrus forced him into it. Poor guy.

Head: Nightvale Cowl

Chest: Primal Mooncloth Robe

Shoulders: Grievous Gladiator's Mooncloth Mantle (priest only)

Cloak: Permafrost Cape

Waist: Vindictive Gladiator's Satin Cord (priest only, alliance only)

Hands: Grievous Gladiator's Mooncloth Gloves (priest only)

Feet: Scent-Soaked Sandals

Weapon: Archmage's Battle Staff

Tabard: Stormwind Tabard

Return to Eldre’thalas (5)

Some hours later, with a gentle knock on the door, Elevel arrived. One of the maids answered and when she stepped back to reveal Shylmenra, the young attendant’s breath caught briefly in his throat. Shy’s long hair, typically braided and pinned, was down now, coiling about her face and shoulders in gentle waves of freshly fallen snow, glinting and pristine. The chosen gown was rather simple, but eminently flattering. Amethyst silk fell in clean lines from matching chiffon straps, criss-crossing in the back, leaving the bulk of her arms and shoulders bare. The neckline plunged to her cleavage, revealing just enough to entice, though a small chiffon cross-piece provided modesty (a minor alteration Shy herself had insisted upon). Delicate silver ear clasps, winding filigree around ample elven cartilage, matched the chain about her neck. The quiet comm-pendants rested there, glinting upon her breastbone: mute testimony to her connections outside of the City.

“M’lady,” he whispered, “I am here to escort you to the Archmage’s high tea”. At that, the maids nodded and abruptly vanished the way the attendant had come, leaving the boxes of bath-goods and dresses where they lay for the arcanist’s pleasure. As soon as they’d gone he approached her, eyes leveling upon hers. “My lady,” he began, conspiratorially, “if you have any need of me, merely touch this and say my name, and I will be by your side.” A slightly shaking finger reached out to tap her Collective comm pendant, and it flashed with blue light for a moment. Peering down, she blinked. “You surprise me, Elevel. Your concern is noted, appreciated, and...assuredly misplaced. It’s merely tea.” The words were throw away comments as her mind latched to his spell, categorizing it. The answering look he gave her was almost comical. Shaking his head slightly, he brushed an errant lock of his cerulean hair from his face. “Don’t misunderstand me. You will not come to any bodily harm. But surely we both realize that a Highborne high tea is not ever ‘just’.” Waiting for the gravity of that double-sided word to sink in, he was rewarded by the furrowing of her brow. “You truly worry,” she murmured, once again meeting his gaze. “You know something, as if more than just a pleasant chat is afoot.” Boldly taking her hand, the attendant gently led her to sit upon her chaise - an echo of Lord Starsong’s insistent tug upon her when she first arrived. Lips pursed in annoyance at the temerity of these Shen’dralari men, she exhaled and waited. “Permission to speak freely, Lady Whitespire?” At her tentative nod, he continued. “You must understand that you are one of few who...escaped.” “Escaped!? I studied here for most of my life until I was sent to follow my family in service to the greater good of Azeroth. I never felt in danger here. In fact, I wish I could have stayed....” The lie left her lips and floated upon the air, a well-scripted exchange that seemed rehearsed even to herself. A pang of fear tugged at her. His words of caution called forth unpleasant memories which she had compartmentalized, such as the quiet bones of Kariel Winthalus, and she felt her ice answer. Encasing her in a layer of permafrost, she quickly grew more numb and distant with each passing second. He gasped, the delicate hand in his rapidly growing cold in contrast to his warmth. He was losing her! Carefully considering his reply, he swallowed as the fire he hid within himself blossomed to his clutching fingers, seeking to meet her in kind. “Yes. We all know of the Whitespires. A family of enchanters and conjurers, your line is ancient, powerful, and bold; even feared.” Her expression of surprise rewarded him. He was keeping her present, and so he ventured onward. “The knowledge amassed in Eldre’thalas is vast, much of it unique in all the world. But if not tempered with keen awareness, it can also serve as a distraction. There have been dark happenings in these halls, which our people would just as soon forget.” Fidgeting a bit, he cleared his throat and allowed his flames to fully bloom, licking harmlessly up and around their conjoined wrists. “M’lady, your being here is no coincidence. The Archmage had been in Darnassus for quite some time, lobbying for Highborne-Kaldorei relations; and yet, now he is here. As you are here. Something may not be wrong, but something’s not quite right.” Shy took a long moment to study his flames, fluttering like a baby bird in their palms, allowing his words to sink into her cold exterior. Grossly overstepping the bounds of being an attendant, Elevel was sharing opinions which could put him in danger. Likewise, he was sharing his magic with her - another misstep, should any find out. She knew that he was earnest, and she shifted to a more calculating mode, though her mouth moved first toward the topic more comfortable. “You’ve been training. How?” At her question, he smiled, and the flames travelled up the length of her arm, caressing her cheek before winking out. Tiny droplets of water - defrosted condensation - remained. He sat back with a slight grunt, spent from the effort but trying not to show it. “I would be happy to tell you anything you wish to know, in good time. I am clearly now at your mercy, Lady Whitespire. I trust you and adore you and despair of you, as an exquisite creature is meant to.” Unlacing their hands, he produced a kerchief out of nowhere and brushed the dew off her arms, handing it over to allow her to blot her chest and face. “However, we must get you to tea, as the hour has already passed.” Standing abruptly, he sketched a bow as he helped her rise. “You will be fashionably late, and it will fit the mystique all the more. Allow me to take you, and we will talk again if you wish, and soon. Just promise to be careful and make every response a measured one.”

I drew abit,it isnt the best since i usually dont draw smaller sketches or drawings so its abit...childlike (the expressions).

I drew Yharim without his helmet,i cant remember where i saw a post with the face i drew but my memory is vague.Looks like he'll kill me the moment he sees me.

I drew a sigil that circles around ceaseless void,which prevents it from breaking free and wreaking havoc like the unstable portal it is.(A headcannon if you will)

Yharon is soft boi,i big fluffy dragon that is loafing.Also,i drew if he looked human,looks weird but eh,i'll maybe draw a full body in the future.

Calamitas,i didnt really have any ideas for ehr so i drew the first thing i came up with,floating in the air.

Permafrost looks funky,i dont know how to draw old people.

Doctor Bright-i mean,Draedon was the easiest,read a bit on the picture,mabye you find something interesting.(LORE?!!!).

D.O.G. is very hungry,feed him the soul of providence,woof.

Signus was...weird to draw,when i was trying to draw his face it looked way too soft,so i drew like a circle mouth or something.

Storm weaver preparing to strike,he makes a move,He is playing 'Intercontinental ballistic missile'.

Statis and Braelor were the last ones drawn,so they dont have much room.Statis was easier,but Braelor looks like a boy and not a man (i seriously need to practice drawing faces and expressions)

Ill maybe finish the permafrost plushie during next week,cant promise.

Old man funky, he definitely likes Touhou and dumb ice fairies

and wolf boy birthday, too

Just hanging out

What i have done for the Entire Day,id say it is good Progress.The first one is the front,while the second the back.

Made the body,now for everything else.(The body took like 4 hours,and no i didnt follow a guide,i trusted my gut 💀)

Making Permafrost✨✨✨

Shoutout to the Permafrost enjoyers in the Calamity fandom

(courtesy of TKDcory back in April 2022)

idk i wanted to post him again