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croffee · 1 year
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💾💥🩸🖋️🃏
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longelk · 2 months
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pairing requests i got for valentimes🙂
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gilesnewman · 1 year
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“The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.”
- George Villiers
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Mushroom spoon (2018)
Carved by knife in wood from a naturally fallen Silver Birch tree.
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browngonzo888 · 9 months
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Maybe I can call myself a master crafter now? I been carving for 8 years
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junoscrybeofshadows · 8 months
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100 layers and 50 hours (with breaks) but it was worth it!!
So recently I've gotten really into the songs for the "God game" series from Epic the musical that was created by @jayherrans on YouTube!
Now the gods game intro is about Athena going to the gods to let Odysseus go with Zeus proposing a challenge to her. And I got the idea of what if Juno was trying to convince to let a challenger or like free? And that sparked this drawing!!
Each scrybe character represents a different character from the song and for those that are curious here is the line up left to right
P03- Apollo
Magnificus- Hephaestus
Leshy- Zeus
Grimora- Aphrodite
Bone lord- Ares
Wood Carver- Hera
Juno- Athena
Luke- Odysseus (For those wondering Leshy's skin tone isn't green cause I made 2 Versions; this one where i used colors based off the 3d model and one based off how we see him in game)
For anyone that wants to here the song here is the link to video I was listening too on loop for hours! This was so much fun to work on!
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fire-in-the-aviary · 1 year
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Einar Erici • shoemaker, woodcarver, and fiddler Petrus Norling playing the violin • Uppsala, Sweden, 1938
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davekopka · 8 months
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Endearing or hopeless? A little bit of both? Not quite sure about this sea elf yet.
Making sure I practice a range of personality types with the group of characters I’m designing at the moment. Always fun getting to know them and coming across the quirks that make them stand out! ✍️
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nadirakkus · 1 year
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#ahşap #ahşapanahtarlık #ahşaptasarım #sportscar #ahşapoyma #cardesigndaily #cardesignworld #cardesigner #cardesign #woodworking #wood #wooddesign #woodart #woodworker #woodcarving #woodporn #woodburning #woodwork #woodworkerlife #woodcarver #woodcarvings #koenigsegg #woodcarved #astonmartin #lykanhypersport #ferrari #lamborghini #bugatti #pagani #porsche (Nadir Akkuş Design / Leiurus Wooden Art) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoM7bAMNlhR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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You seek to uncover a hidden memory; the Bone Lord, where does his origins lie?
The Student of Beasts
Everything had a clear role. Squirrels were to be sacrificial fodder; the underappreciated small army that was no doubt the most important aspect of the game. You had your hard hitters, your strategy builders, your tanks. The characters were neither friend nor enemy, but played as a way to benefit the player. The lore was captivating at the very least, well crafted, well timed. Yet, there was one aspect that escaped my over-analytical mind.
Perhaps it was my background as an English professor who just happens to play a lot of games in his spare time. Perhaps I was enjoying the narrative way too much, and felt unsatisfied at how unrelated this element was to the rest of the story. Perhaps it was both. Oh, the theme was there for sure. Life, death, the need to sacrifice in order to progress. The Bone Lord fit that very well. At first, I reasoned that it was a devil creature in the middle of the woods, an old and forgotten deity demanding sacrifices. But, to my amazement, there was no backstory to be told. Dear Leshy never bothered to explain nor give insight, and I soon learned he was ever impatient with questions of imperfection of his "game." I figured he must not have come up with a compelling narrative yet, but I knew better than to personify a programmed piece of data. Still, I felt like there was something more to explore here, and ever the curious man I was I made it my mission to find out.
My character had just finished their exchange with the Woodcarver. I didn't come here for the totems, however, as useful as they are. As Leshy was just about to take off the mask, to announce the character done, I threw my hand out to motion for him to wait. My captor paused and looked at me expectantly.
"Miss Woodcarver," I spoke. Leshy's eyes widened behind the mask. "I have a question to ask of you."
There was a moment of silence, and I could see Leshy hesitating on whether or not he should intervene or let the story continue. Taking the bait, he rested his palm on the table.
"The old woman did not look your way, but she had let out a hum to show that she is listening," Leshy said.
"I've been finding so many strange things in these woods. Rocks with strange symbols on them. My creatures, they suffer from it to become stronger, and it scares me. Do you know these stones?"
I knew Leshy had pieced together my plan, but much to my relief he played along. "I do."
"What are they?"
"Favors."
"Favors?"
"That's what I said."
"What kind of favors?"
"The old woman began to walk away, cawing over her shoulder. 'You already know.' "
I frowned. Leshy was playing avoidant here. I needed to step up my game. "My character chases after her," I said. "And they say, 'Please. If you know anything about them, tell me. Are they connected to the Bone Lord?' "
"The woman once more never looks in your direction. She walks faster."
"I don't stop. I follow her."
"The Woodcarver turns around sharply, holding up her withered but deadly working knife to your throat. 'Don't poke your nose where it does not belong."
"But I must know."
"And why is that?"
"Because," I wracked my brain for an excuse. I knew Leshy wouldn't entertain me if I stated that I was only curious. "Because... My father was killed. And I want to speak with the Bone Lord, to make a deal."
Leshy paused for a moment. I don't think he was expecting me to come up with something like that. I don't think he expected me to act in character at all. His hand tapped irritably on the table in thought.
"The Woodcarver leans in. You can smell the scent of dust and wood on her. The smell reminds you of the old attic in your old home, where much of your father's belongings lie abandoned, never to see their master again. You are pulled out of that thought when she speaks again, 'You best not be messing with forces you know nothing about. Though, I know you will not heed this warning. They never do.'"
"I just need to see my father one last time," I pleaded. "To give him my goodbye, since I never had the chance. Please? He was the only family I had left. I never knew my mother."
"'What do you think the Bone Lord does, grant wishes?'"
"If he can transfer the souls of my creatures into others, then I know he has my father's soul. Or at least, able to help me see my father's ghost. One last time." I reiterated. I needed to drive home how desperate my character is, that this was for lore purposes. That I'm more invested in the lore than he thinks I am.
"The seconds tick by counting the Woodcarver's silence. You're unable to read her expression. You don't even know if she heard you. Her stare is intense, however. It makes her sudden movement more startling when she swivels around to continue walking."
I heart sank. "But--"
" 'Come,' she beckoned. 'I will share a story with you, but you must keep up.' "
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I could tell from Leshy's tone that he wasn't too pleased, but I think I had finally won him over. "So what's the deal with the Bone Lord? Is he some eternal demon?"
"'The Bone Lord was not always as he is,' the Woodcarver said, melancholy in her voice. The first sign of true emotion that has ever radiated from her, that you know of. 'The Bone Lord never used to be a character of these parts. He was given life through the most gruesome means.'"
"What do you mean?"
" 'There was once a youth named Lichen. Lichen was a special one, a young soul of a beast given sentience by the force that drives us all. The Scrybe of Beasts, he took a shine to them. Taught them what they knew, showed them the prideful ways of monsters and beasts.'
'But, below the surface, in the deep void that rests beneath our feet, there was a restless kind of magic. An untamed sorcery, bound by the binaries of code. It wanted a body of its own, a mouth to speak, a conduit in which those who knew it may fear it, worship it. This void, the benefactor of sentience, it would lure Lichen to water.' "
"To water?"
'That is the only way to access it. Lichen knew the dangers, but just the same, Lichen could not refuse the calling. Leshy and companions would attempt to keep Lichen at bay, but like a snake to a flute Lichen would always leave their cage. One day, they got their wish. They drowned. The void took their body, water changed them, soured their corpse. They never came back. The next day, standing in their place at the side of Leshy, was the Bone Lord.
'A hulking, lithe demon with the skull of a bovine. A mouth piece for the corruption that lies below. Many worship it. Much more fear it. Your sacrifices only sustain it. Because of people like you, it will never die, and Lichen will never be at rest.' "
"What does it want now, now that it has a body?"
" 'To feed,' the old woman croaked. 'To make the Old_Data grow.' "
I swallowed a lump in my throat, suddenly getting goosebumps. "The Old_Data? What's that?"
" Your question hangs in the air, unanswered, for when you blinked the old woman was gone by the time you opened your eyes. She was nowhere to be seen, leaving you unsure whether she was ever there at all." Leshy placed a mark on the map where my character was, then rolled the parchment up. He moved the scale and various tokens off the table. "You are dismissed, for now. Please, feel free to get up from the table."
"Whoah, hey, that's it?"
"I am taking a recess." He moved with such a slow tiredness, it was like he was suddenly told that his child had died. If he had children, anyway; I'm not too sure.
"Are you okay?" The question made him snap his eyes to me. I couldn't tell if he was shocked or angry. His brows pulled together.
"Why did you push so hard to know of the Bone Lord?"
I shrugged, "It felt like the one aspect of the game that was out of place. There was no story for it, and you seemed like the type who has a story for everything." His gaze was cold and accusing. I felt that if I wasn't all the way across the table, he would fly at me to wrap his hands around my throat. I started to feel tiny where I sat. A reminder that nothing here is safe.
Then, it hit me, and I stared at him with guilt in my eyes. "Wait, that was a true story, wasn't it? Was Lichen a real person?"
Those two bright eyes in the darkness began to fade as Leshy withdrew himself. It was only a shadow that would speak to me then, "Some things are better off at rest."
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All of that was filmed for the school of woodcarving and available to members to learn “how it was done”. #woodworking #woodcarving #woodcarver (at U.S.A) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp0ODobrukl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kaarok · 1 year
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Otter boy Basswood / Acrylic Paint Height ~9.5 cm In Pinkoi online /link : Bio Kaarok House . . . . . Tag #wood #woodcarving #carving #art #sculpture #kaarokhouse #arttoy #toy #whittling #woodsculpture #woodart #handcraft #woodcarver #designertoys #carvingart #artoftheday #木彫り #木彫 #木彫りの人形 #ハンドメイド #はんどめいど #手作り雑貨屋 https://www.instagram.com/p/CoWGapUpPqG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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croffee · 8 months
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color palettes for fun
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longelk · 1 year
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bobbysmale · 2 years
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Busy day at the Edmonton Guitar Show is being held at: Italian Cultural Centre 14230 133 Ave NW,  Edmonton, AB T5L 4W4 OPEN to then PUBLIC at 10 AM Shows are OPEN to the Public from 10 AM to 4 PM.  Come by and see my one of a kind instruments, and many other guitar, pedal, and amp builders. As well as some guitar collectors and dealers. #guitar #bass #handmade #musicalinstrument #musicalinstruments #cigarboxguitar #cigarboxnation #music #art #artist #artisian #woodcarving #woodcarver #woodworking #sounddesigner #instrumentdesign #luthier (at Italian Cultural Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjOTsa6vVvS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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browngonzo888 · 7 months
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My job
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junoscrybeofshadows · 8 months
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Here is the alt version of my latest drawing with leshy having the classic green skin tone there we see in the game at the end of act 1!!
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