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Art by Amari Harkness - @Penwrythe | Not for the purpose of generated AI Art or NFTsPenwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-68346126635282965662023-10-15T12:12:00.000-07:002023-10-15T12:12:06.404-07:00Blacktober Week #1 - Medusa and Eshu (World of Relics ocs)<h1 style="text-align: left;"> Medusa and Eshu</h1><h1 style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZ0oRSaEFdsdEmAU5IJaYjLAUt_jeCgq0egTF9-MAhqqy1tmsDdXwOQkc75k9VUg3tTlyXyReFIWTEgfPJE1ruCJ1BoF5he5idkjhBUC82hyphenhyphen-O_eoAPG8AVM_9-PWes3-aRytPMyS4WmOV-VLxQ27Tc3UmJT7myirr4N6oLxib-9jNvBwJ31YvJ6Ru8sE/s1864/Medusa%20and%20Eshu%20-%20WOR%20Blacktober%20(Red)%20LRes.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1864" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTZ0oRSaEFdsdEmAU5IJaYjLAUt_jeCgq0egTF9-MAhqqy1tmsDdXwOQkc75k9VUg3tTlyXyReFIWTEgfPJE1ruCJ1BoF5he5idkjhBUC82hyphenhyphen-O_eoAPG8AVM_9-PWes3-aRytPMyS4WmOV-VLxQ27Tc3UmJT7myirr4N6oLxib-9jNvBwJ31YvJ6Ru8sE/w494-h640/Medusa%20and%20Eshu%20-%20WOR%20Blacktober%20(Red)%20LRes.png" width="494" /></a></div></h1><p style="text-align: center;"><i>When one dies, the other follows. When one lives, the other follows. </i></p><p style="text-align: left;">Tethered together by a curse forced upon them by a jaded angry being, Medusa and Eshu are forever bonded in a cycle of life and death. Yet despite this, through their undying loyalty they will always find each other. Armed with wit and magic, they devote themselves to aid the surviving pockets of humanity hidden from the prying eyes of mimickind.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">Progress below yeah!</h3><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARC4htmtXRUX0XH96NKRbXBHNonoh9-IyE3jdjrbczvUcWi-f1J75K_L_NZOpCTtOemD397KWABl8BxmqCdbe2TanBANCSOjjAhGlpS7Bz0pGkhwi7SXHbsmQBcAk-QvaJ84sNY9SalC4_Vtfq3YoCAB4nNFXhfB_Oyulb6skSpy6ZredfHkh4CMS93cB/s820/krita_i3Spboeof4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="820" data-original-width="633" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARC4htmtXRUX0XH96NKRbXBHNonoh9-IyE3jdjrbczvUcWi-f1J75K_L_NZOpCTtOemD397KWABl8BxmqCdbe2TanBANCSOjjAhGlpS7Bz0pGkhwi7SXHbsmQBcAk-QvaJ84sNY9SalC4_Vtfq3YoCAB4nNFXhfB_Oyulb6skSpy6ZredfHkh4CMS93cB/s320/krita_i3Spboeof4.png" width="247" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFhVbtzGYSFts06sNQWJlsfuZ-S_7BxgEO1K5BXwuwhbI9BVdUDqupLPHizQGiID1WEQrB5sm5b0HXwELnGqsJIwGYPMLsCWnDJSr2xo1AXp-MX6-xcceMIKci0z27Y6CFAPkvsPakTE1vZVQS1D1oANvLrNlOCheqr7qrtqc9En_KX3JoVvgEyIILu7m/s907/krita_AijFvXwlNP.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="907" data-original-width="701" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpFhVbtzGYSFts06sNQWJlsfuZ-S_7BxgEO1K5BXwuwhbI9BVdUDqupLPHizQGiID1WEQrB5sm5b0HXwELnGqsJIwGYPMLsCWnDJSr2xo1AXp-MX6-xcceMIKci0z27Y6CFAPkvsPakTE1vZVQS1D1oANvLrNlOCheqr7qrtqc9En_KX3JoVvgEyIILu7m/w494-h640/krita_AijFvXwlNP.png" width="494" /></a></div><br /> <br /><br />So,
minor-ish spoiler for my project, The Mundane Realm. These characters
are mediators between objectkind and humanity. Medusa is human and is
concerned with human issues, while Eshu is a living cloak (though
formerly human before his death) and is concerned with objectkind
issues. From the beginning when the Inversion Even destroyed the Realms,
Medusa and Eshu tried to ease tensions between the two groups, hoping
their efforts saved the last small portions of humanity to survive in
this new world. But after Flammagentius’ death, the downfall of her
kingdom made things very complicated between objectkind and humanity.<br /><br />Next is color and shading! The reference in the initial sketch was created in Design Doll, a 3D program for creating base poses!<p></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-39128265498980087082023-09-23T17:39:00.002-07:002023-09-23T17:39:19.476-07:00Altostratus Story Notes<h1 style="text-align: center;"> <i>Altostratus</i> Story Notes</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsiJ6bBYMsQPha8k6dp3SQHPJW2kcjt1te6aat6YaDuwpValC4S-GzfNNBWWIeW6OfuGJEsaXU8npvQUgq0anrcuGKjuo-iod-f5JIFAp5BeBaiSXgqUP0XSHXydcf8NhDV-PMuejkH8qB3O95v_nInkoAOhOA7J7G7jruVpZe-FHJcnJ9YzxCsOwxoBI/s800/Altostratus(1).png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsiJ6bBYMsQPha8k6dp3SQHPJW2kcjt1te6aat6YaDuwpValC4S-GzfNNBWWIeW6OfuGJEsaXU8npvQUgq0anrcuGKjuo-iod-f5JIFAp5BeBaiSXgqUP0XSHXydcf8NhDV-PMuejkH8qB3O95v_nInkoAOhOA7J7G7jruVpZe-FHJcnJ9YzxCsOwxoBI/w410-h640/Altostratus(1).png" width="410" /></a></div><br /><p><br />Altostratus was a short story of a rewritten section from my unfinished rough draft, Flammagentius (2022). Flammagentius was going to be about how the legendary Flammagentius, the champion wartorch of objectkind, lived and died about a thousand or so years before Gwuenevere's time; all seen through the eyes of her descendant, Kinia, who suffered a Perfect Revival to bring back this monolithic war-object. I stopped writing Flammagentius due to personal reasons related to a major breakdown last year, along with the fact that the setting of World of Relics, more specifically The Mundane Realm, needed more fleshing out before completing this story. I do intend to come back to it one day as I still find it an important story for my worldbuilding.</p><p><br />However, there were a few parts I was proud of writing in Flammagentius. These were the dream portions where Kinia rests while under the effects of quicksilver, or liquid mercury, a sedative and painkiller for living objects. These dreams were from Flamminagentius' memories, a sign that this Perfect Revival was successful in bringing her back, but with major consequences. Throughout the story, Kinia slowly transforms into Flamminagentius and gains all her memories, while suffering the existential dread of her identity loss at the same time. Yet in these dreams, there is a bright spot. Queen Nike gives her hope.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJALBsG1g1OO-OsL0Nmfj3NQtDNFWbeHeLPbU37yyY2JnBA4AH3l6L7HAn-KyHwb_93jWnZT0PiNOyLThfgzmcGpZAH3VBv9AZ5NIzbGHFo6oKuFnlxDZtTWIks3FFf_W36t9UAaO9XA8ml_hsEM3YwejscRzIseBIij9w4P_dlM7-GJrEZ-9dBCIz7d8X/s1440/Flammengtius%20CHR%20Sheet%20L_Res.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1113" data-original-width="1440" height="494" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJALBsG1g1OO-OsL0Nmfj3NQtDNFWbeHeLPbU37yyY2JnBA4AH3l6L7HAn-KyHwb_93jWnZT0PiNOyLThfgzmcGpZAH3VBv9AZ5NIzbGHFo6oKuFnlxDZtTWIks3FFf_W36t9UAaO9XA8ml_hsEM3YwejscRzIseBIij9w4P_dlM7-GJrEZ-9dBCIz7d8X/w640-h494/Flammengtius%20CHR%20Sheet%20L_Res.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Altostratus is a short story that explores the budding relationship between Queen Nike (Goddess Nikey from my other story, Rise of Relics) and Flammin. The story hints at their romance, including hints of future tensions between themselves and the war that brought them together.<br /><br /></p><h2 style="text-align: center;">Now on to the notes:</h2><p style="text-align: center;"><i>Citations are included at the end!</i><br /></p><p>The story name was going to be either "Mammatus" or "Mammatocumulus" but I changed it to "Altostratus", due to Mammatus meaning "mammary cloud" in Latin. I just thought it would be a little weird name for this story. However, the way I imagined the setting of Altostratus was the cloudscape Nike and Flammin were flying through were the heavy bulky cloud formations of Mammatocumulus. These clouds are usually seen with cumulonimbus rainclouds and take on an eerie dark and lumpy appearance (<i>Mammatus Clouds, Met Office</i>).</p><p><br />The Skyfall Event is the objectkind's term for the Inversion Event, an event that wiped out all life that existed before World of Relics setting. The Inversion Event was a mass extinction event that killed off almost all life on earth and in the heavens. New forms of life, called Living Objects or Mimics, replaced both god and mortal life. The Inversion Event was coined by Nicodemus the Wise —from my other story, Rise of Relics— for how its magic stripped the soul out of their owners' bodies and placed them in their possessions. The former gods became relickind and the mortals, excluding the very small population of uninverted survivors, became objectkind. Nike was formerly a goddess who died from Inversion during the Inversion/Skyfall Event thousands of years ago. Now she lives as a living flying trident. Flammin, or Flammagenitus —the official title of her fame— was hatched as a living paintbrush a thousand years later. Flammin and her progenitors' earliest ancestors were humans who died out during the Inversion/Skyfall Event.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFlWcUQZPwhjdWH8cUio-t8wY37cZoQgfjUYSS167_kVJmSbeZk75M1OdQPHFP0_8ig_PndHJ1i1ZXCLDxDHRSYF_vF553wsAHmQbxIf4OHT-SXCIFE0aH9gABryWqrkPckP7mC-unCGE9sGbzTcUWxsj0pzNB3slalwB_de2OpPo1l_ipi1GLEQq_ce8/s1280/Broken_Mirror_SideA_Goddess_Nikey_L_RES2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheFlWcUQZPwhjdWH8cUio-t8wY37cZoQgfjUYSS167_kVJmSbeZk75M1OdQPHFP0_8ig_PndHJ1i1ZXCLDxDHRSYF_vF553wsAHmQbxIf4OHT-SXCIFE0aH9gABryWqrkPckP7mC-unCGE9sGbzTcUWxsj0pzNB3slalwB_de2OpPo1l_ipi1GLEQq_ce8/w640-h480/Broken_Mirror_SideA_Goddess_Nikey_L_RES2.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />Writing descriptions of both Queen Nike and Flammin in this story was...interesting. It's a little difficult to describe something as basic as a trident with wings and somehow keep it as a "living sentient being that's also a queen and a dead goddess from a long extinct era who's also very gay". Hopefully, these character's descriptions read well!<p></p><p>Also, the tone of this story, and the entirety of World of Relics worldbuilding, was something I was concerned about. This project is targeted to Young Adults and New Adults, between the ages of 17-25+, interested in dramatic high fantasy and xenofiction stories with unusual characters —i.e. The Dark Crystal series and the Rice Boy worldbuilding comics by Evan Dahm—One of my concerns for this was how to write a serious story about a bunch of talking object people surviving in an unforgiving violent world. This story was a practice in exploring this tone for my project.</p><p><br />Fire lances are really cool and I wished they appeared more in fantasy! In our world, they are weapons that originated in China and are the precursors to the first guns and hand cannons (<i>Fire Lance, Wikipedia</i>). Fire lances and other polearms also inspired my wartorch designs.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB8EllLd5yCKrH5Pz56wAG77qKNzp2S1tWnrmp9dNwCDrvGIuFOOgyRpwi9sUsG8J39w6F6Mu2JP4a5WtojH5L5eUwpuQ1bxxTP_YcF3Bka90J5zwl5t8dvt-DUShUd8TrB3h2Q-4BD74e7vnU6gjXG18x9qgfvED6AmqKwKNtvS2kFkZPWdczzzBqZvwo/s832/Fire_Lance_Knight(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="632" data-original-width="832" height="243" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB8EllLd5yCKrH5Pz56wAG77qKNzp2S1tWnrmp9dNwCDrvGIuFOOgyRpwi9sUsG8J39w6F6Mu2JP4a5WtojH5L5eUwpuQ1bxxTP_YcF3Bka90J5zwl5t8dvt-DUShUd8TrB3h2Q-4BD74e7vnU6gjXG18x9qgfvED6AmqKwKNtvS2kFkZPWdczzzBqZvwo/s320/Fire_Lance_Knight(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />Fire lance. (2023, September 6). In Wikipedia. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_lance By Unknown author - & “from a A Latin manuscript”t; (see [1]), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=58389400 <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAalim3CoKRsQWboZGQiyZUI2JhxkM4amlSdm7bt5-AtbmkTbT_lxnBS-ffCL0IeKdUwT3YORVQfOUvlUxxA0hLyooRgqgLAne4SaWUa46vUPq4uYSNG9EFiOpe2dRANt8MP1dcLMWr8aYf2xJYoM2aVCI4kQ1oU_Q-TLl68immGYd_BQJDl7EFu2OWD6p/s901/tumblr_bd3ef7f47cf7ba394fecf317c080bcea_b969e57f_1280.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="901" data-original-width="675" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAalim3CoKRsQWboZGQiyZUI2JhxkM4amlSdm7bt5-AtbmkTbT_lxnBS-ffCL0IeKdUwT3YORVQfOUvlUxxA0hLyooRgqgLAne4SaWUa46vUPq4uYSNG9EFiOpe2dRANt8MP1dcLMWr8aYf2xJYoM2aVCI4kQ1oU_Q-TLl68immGYd_BQJDl7EFu2OWD6p/s320/tumblr_bd3ef7f47cf7ba394fecf317c080bcea_b969e57f_1280.png" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Jk91IuENyUaU7cD2XzpC3gyOuEi1V0H8oVqeJrZawKH6hvkGs5SGBEIZ74YJ9fB12zBNLO1K8kANwg_laTbvN0iGcP892iuGwqlGmiY52-_xJTJc323l0-JDH_VblXgKWVBjMKgvbg5MtJCDpJNhz9c3wScSTdWmdw-ibobDHDkGhvRF8O0sWRrxtgWV/s640/tumblr_ed4faff1282770c20f9ed02fdfc34b54_8088bd58_500.png" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Jk91IuENyUaU7cD2XzpC3gyOuEi1V0H8oVqeJrZawKH6hvkGs5SGBEIZ74YJ9fB12zBNLO1K8kANwg_laTbvN0iGcP892iuGwqlGmiY52-_xJTJc323l0-JDH_VblXgKWVBjMKgvbg5MtJCDpJNhz9c3wScSTdWmdw-ibobDHDkGhvRF8O0sWRrxtgWV/s320/tumblr_ed4faff1282770c20f9ed02fdfc34b54_8088bd58_500.png" width="240" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Dj4GU9Soq1hzn0flxaOAc7aRtIgZY23Ax1p1GKbM5ZNkPiF9kaZW9jenwpvtcrKIe8JL66thtH6kumdyymCVvKnCscFnr6jBbHuJBvDU9_P_yY4Udgg2B2WVT5X3NbUpq0o8urIamU4P2yvwzULKESr7DMRQ5G3LAFcdjluXq8h8OFPGRKEoYEohOLQn/s3600/Haemanthus_001.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="2700" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Dj4GU9Soq1hzn0flxaOAc7aRtIgZY23Ax1p1GKbM5ZNkPiF9kaZW9jenwpvtcrKIe8JL66thtH6kumdyymCVvKnCscFnr6jBbHuJBvDU9_P_yY4Udgg2B2WVT5X3NbUpq0o8urIamU4P2yvwzULKESr7DMRQ5G3LAFcdjluXq8h8OFPGRKEoYEohOLQn/s320/Haemanthus_001.png" width="240" /></a></div></div></div><p>Oh, objectkind romance! All objectkind have no sexual attraction, which makes them all instinctually asexual. Their attraction is based on romantic, sensual, emotional, and gender —based on Astrology— attraction. Their attraction can be reinterpreted as sexual/asexual if they are re-imagined as humans. So if you want to see Nike and Flammin's relationship as lesbian, bisexual, biromantic, or sapphic, that's okay —Please don't discourse this, oh burning blades I swear— Nike is canonically bisexual since she was originally a goddess before she died during the Inversion Event. Flammin is Biromantic, with a lean towards sapphic attraction.</p><p><br />On the Astrology/Gender thing bit above, object genders are determined by the time of day and the celestial changes in the sky when the curio — a baby object— hatches from its pericarp —egg casing created with the materials from the curio's deceased parent. Males are usually born during the Day —the sun is completely visible unless its light is completely blotted by stormclouds— while Females are born during the Night —the Moon is completely visible, including all phases with the exception of the New Moon or obscurity by stormclouds—. However, complete obscurity by cloud cover and lunar and solar eclipses introduce nonbinary or trans living objects —depending on the region where partial or full eclipses happen. Flammin was born under a lunar eclipse, thus trans or nonbinary. Nike's gender is not determined by any of this. She was originally a nonbinary goddess with a female body before she died and became a trident during the Inversion Event. All this gender stuff is based on Alchemy's concept of Rebis (<i>Rebis, Wikipedia</i>), the unification of the Masculine —the Sun— and the Feminine —the Moon— in the final stage of the Great Work, the philosopher's stone —the unification of the masculine and feminine.</p><p><br />Quicksilver, or mercury (<i>Mercury, Blaszczak-Boxe</i>), has important medicinal properties for my object characters in this world. It is used as a painkiller and sedative, in large quantities it can lull a living object into a deep sleep. This is a reference to how ancient people believed that mercury had spiritual and magical properties. But, in reality, it's highly toxic and dangerous to humans! The reason why all my object characters can consume mercury is that they are products of an alchemical accident. Ichor, the black "slime" that makes a living object's limbs and facial features, is a reference to both the Greek myth of a god's divine blood (<i>Ichor, GreekMythology</i>) and the Nigredo stage (Nigredo, Wikipedia), alchemy's goal of creating the philosopher's stone. Kernals, the hard ichoridic rock that living objects drop when they die, is a reference to the philosopher's stone.</p><p><br />If you want to learn more about my worldbuilding project, see worldofrelics.carrd.co! To keep up with updates, work-in-progress, and art: follow me on any of my socials here: penwrythe.carrd.co! Thank you for reading Altostratus! Please leave a comment or a critique!</p><p>Thank you,</p><p>-Penwrythe<br /><br /></p><h3 style="text-align: left;">*Citations</h3><p><i>*I know I need better sources than Wikipedia, but it's a good start for inspiration!</i><br /><br />"Mammatus Clouds." Met Office, www.metoffice.gov.uk/weather/learn-about/weather/types-of-weather/clouds/other-clouds/mammatus, accessed Aug 10 2023</p><p><br />"Fire Lance" Wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fire_lance, accessed Aug 10 2023<br />"Rebis" Wikipedia, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebis, accessed Aug 10 2023</p><p><br />Blaszczak-Boxe, Agata "Facts About Mercury" Live Science, https://www.livescience.com/39232-facts-about-mercury.html, accessed Aug 10 2023</p><p><br />"Ichor" GreekMythology.com, https://www.greekmythology.com/Myths/Elements/Ichor/ichor.html, accessed Aug 10 2023</p><p><br />All art (cover art, concept art, and sketches) were created by me (Penwrythe)<br /></p><br />Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-15121846480190642202023-09-23T17:28:00.002-07:002023-09-28T06:53:08.290-07:00Altostratus (short story)<h1 style="text-align: center;"><i> Altostratus</i></h1><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvArkU_HvXerAi57HCrXVlmdmyqH_pPO4w3P8b8EJpcOCuDJ9x08gplVU6WBlLQCThh5zp9ZpqbTDmfD3es3q9AA4UQSWyLOhaUIUGtRP3_8CJ1mMxwX22f79gcG_is9h1fOabFMtmUWxmC4Af2vIkMdSgagV1ByRz_XaRuS9DmuwD0p9srDk92kcLB-s/s800/Altostratus(1).png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="512" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvArkU_HvXerAi57HCrXVlmdmyqH_pPO4w3P8b8EJpcOCuDJ9x08gplVU6WBlLQCThh5zp9ZpqbTDmfD3es3q9AA4UQSWyLOhaUIUGtRP3_8CJ1mMxwX22f79gcG_is9h1fOabFMtmUWxmC4Af2vIkMdSgagV1ByRz_XaRuS9DmuwD0p9srDk92kcLB-s/w410-h640/Altostratus(1).png" width="410" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-164f5cf5-7fff-5948-3074-9e43861e3c1e" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Sitka Text'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">CW // war trauma, mass death implied, fall from a height, chronic pain</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-164f5cf5-7fff-5948-3074-9e43861e3c1e" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Sitka Text'; font-size: 12pt; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><a href="https://sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com/2023/09/altostratus-story-notes.html">See Altostratus' story notes!</a> </span></p><p>The world around her is covered by a deep blue shadow, created by the heavy clouds that block the sunlight above. Down below, the distant hills of Jazera’s desert land roll under her, once filled with stunning red and orange banded rock formations, steep canyons and valleys carved by ancient rivers, and sparse small forests. All the vibrancy here was lost due to war. The infighting within relickind, the guardians of this world, destroyed everything it touched. The Relic Wars has taken so much, from the young and old, from kingdoms great and small. But the greatest loss was the sunlight. A distant star once driven by a being of fire, the sun now roams free since the Skyfall Event that remade this world thousands of years ago. That same being, along with many others like it, later became the progenitors of the relics who live today. One of which flies beside Flammin.</p><p><br />Nike is a living trident with red linen cloth wings so long and slender, it still surprised Flammin that they could support the weight of their owner’s lengthy leather-wrapped iron-wooden pole. Nike’s wings stretch wide as she flies and is attached to her chest with a decorative cloth knot. Just above her strong iron-wooden chest and supported by a jointed bronze neck is her headblade, cast in rusted bronze with the polished edges of her three prongs shining gold. Flammin remembers her first meeting with Nike when she was a mere seventy-year-old living paintbrush a few years ago. Oh, how the relic queen towered over her back then. With her mentor’s age around a thousand years old, Queen Nike is one of the last surviving members of the First Relics.</p><p><br />“Keep your wings steady. Light strokes, remember, keep them small and don’t push it,” Nike says in her smooth voice, her bronze headblade facing Flammin, “That new tail blade of yours is helping with your balance.”</p><p><br />Following Nike’s direction, Flammin steadies her broad ichor wings with a light beat. With the arms of her webbed wings covered in armored bronze plating, enchanted for greater strength, Flammin’s wings are broader than Nike’s and are made for greater endurance and powerful flight. Like Nike, she is a flying polearm, but her anatomy is far more complex. Instead of a long rigid pole, Flammin’s entire armored bronze core takes the shape of a long-extinct wyvern, a beast that existed before the Skyfall Event. Every inch of Flammin’s core is covered by armor, save for her reddish-black joints, ichor wings, and tail blade. Her heavy bronze head sports a single sharp horn and a crest of bristles just behind it, reddish-black like her unarmored parts. From the upper portion of her head to her back, her crest flows down their plated neck and into the internal fuel chambers inside her chest. Within that cavernous space is a rumbling ichor engine that Nike’s loyal toolsmiths built for Flammin, which powers her every movement. Should she breathe fire, the engine would ignite and light the bristles of her crest, turning it into a great flame. The bronze armor that covered her body was heavily enchanted by relic magic to withstand the heat should she do this, along with the rigors of combat with relickind.<br /> </p><p>Flammin looks back at Nike, gently lifting the leading fingers of her wings for a little stabilization. Nike smiles and nods with approval. “Good, good! You’re really flying now!”</p><p><br />Excitedly flapping her slender wings, Nike quickly glides over Flammin to the other side of the wartorch’s wide frame. Flammin turns her head to follow the trident, mildly jealous of Nike’s greater agility in flight. When Flammin started her flying lessons a month ago, Nike flew circles around her. Those lessons were rough initially because Flammin still needed time to adapt to her new size, but Nike encouraged her to keep going.</p><p><br />“Ah, at this point,” Nike says as she settles in her new position, “You’ll be a skilled flier in no time.”<br />“And to think for the past three years, I was stuck in those damned scaffolds,” Flammin says through her closed heavy jaw, shuddering a little at the memory. She had to endure a decades-long refitting process to become the form she is now.</p><p><br />Flammin remembers the first year of her refitting. It had begun with her undergoing ichor training and consuming excessive amounts of material to strengthen her core in preparation for her role in the war. When her core size reached a certain point, the toolsmiths started their reconstruction. The pain of Flammin’s core drilled, welded, and cut, and her ichor structure stretched by the toolsmiths bothered her so much that she drank tankers full of quicksilver to soothe her deepest aches. And the scaffolds. Flammin’s core itched as the damned scaffolds kept her off the ground while the toolsmiths installed new gears in her legs. This became easier to live with as the reconstruction neared its completion, especially with a small refillable quicksilver pump installed inside her. Flammin breathes some steam, glad that it’s over, even with the occasional dull aches still lingering within her core’s new structure.</p><p><br />Nike looks at Flammin with concern. “The quicksilver help, though. I knew it was rough on you.”</p><p><br />“Ah rusting skies, you have no idea, Nike, how thankful I am to be free of—,” Flammin makes a low cuffing noise through the steel-reinforced chambers of her neck, “all of that.”</p><p><br />“Glad to hear!” Nike chuckles as the golden aura around her headblade glows, “Oh, I remember the day when you first lit your bristles. Oh, how you looked so—”</p><p><br />“Frightening?” Flammin said. She attempts to make a smirk at Nike by shifting her lower jaw to the side and up. With no ichoridic facial features like what she had before the refitting, Flammin had to make do with the limited motions of her jaw. Despite this, Nike looks at her, and the ichor expression on her face looks astonished by her words.</p><p><br />“I said that? Oh—,” Nike says, her eyes wide as her wings made two quick uneven flaps, “I—well I didn’t mean—”</p><p><br />Flammin gently shakes her mighty head and her crest of reddish-black bristles sways with it. “Well, what did you mean?”</p><p><br />“I-I meant you looked—,” Nike pauses, then flaps her wings once to regain air, “You were amazing.”<br />Flammin shifts her jaw again to smile at Nike, “Oh, you looked more shocked than amazed back then.”<br />“Your flames were more intense than I expected. But, yes. You looked amazing.”</p><p><br />“Hmfth,” Flammin’s expression turns prideful as she makes another strong flap of her ichor and metal wings, “I like frightening. Fitting as the scourge of Apollyon and his relics.”</p><p><br />Nike laughs heartily. “Okay, I’ll admit you did scare me!”</p><p><br />“Ah!”</p><p><br />“But—,” Nike continues with a sigh, “But it was…more of the thought from where you started. You were a small object —a paintbrush— before all this, yes?”</p><p><br />Flammin turns her gaze back to the gray cloudy view before her. After a moment of silence, she sighs and adjusts her wings again, the airflow around her becoming a little more turbulent than usual.</p><p><br />“I’m eighty, by now I should be in an abbey in my home kingdom, spending my later years teaching curios. I would have taught them how to paint—,” Flammin’s deep voice hitches into a low growl for a moment as an old painful memory drags itself out from the depths of her past. For a moment she breathes, allowing her metal jaw to open as hot steaming smoke flowed out from her cavernous metallic maw. Then with her jaw’s hinges groaning, she closes it, recollects herself, and speaks in a low dry monotone, “My future has gone to ashes. I just wanted to express that.”</p><p><br />“And we gave that anger form,” Nike said proudly, “Look at you! By this year’s end, you will be ready to fight!”</p><p><br />“Yes. I’ll be ready.” Flammin sighs, taking in the scope of her transformation into what she is now. So much change to become a monolithic flying torch to challenge the greatest of the relickind. A burning champion of all objectkind.</p><p><br />Falling silent, Flammin focuses on her flight. Like the long crest of bristles flowing in the wind upon her head, Flammin’s thoughts wander into a smoldering memory. She remembers her old home in northern Jazera —considering who she was back then— they once lived in many years ago. It was the first of its kind, a small kingdom with relics and objects living together. Even during the early days of the Relic War, the kingdom kept its peace before any conflict reached its lands. But one day, the skies rained fire. Flammin was a master muralist when it happened and was working on a commission for the royals, the names of whom the former artist had long forgotten. Flammin remembers looking out through the palace’s stained-glass windows, seeing the flicker of distant explosions hitting the buildings around its courtyard. The choking fear swelled up inside them as the palace, a century-old building carved from marble and stone, shook violently before it collapsed. Flammin and a few other living objects were lucky that the exit was nearby and together the panicked group ran out into the burning chaos. Flammin was lucky for a wooden paintbrush back then. While they barely escaped with permanent holes in their limbs, Flammin avoided the worst of the attack. The firestorm that ruined their kingdom burned through most of the fragilekind like themself, leaving behind an uncountable number of lost kernels to the mercy of the Great Spear Apollyon and his army.</p><p>Soon after, the fallen kingdom’s survivors hid as the skies grew dark with smog from the war’s destruction worldwide. But after all was lost, they were found by Queen Nike and her army. With the queen’s protection, Flammin and their people found a safe haven in the caverns under the vast deserts of Jazera, joining many others who also lost their homes. Even now, Flammin’s core aches deeply, her mind hunted by the knowledge that the lost kernels of the deceased will be revived as prisoners in a burning world under Apollyon’s rule.</p><p><br />Sudden turbulence disrupts Flammin’s thoughts, completely killing her focus. She gasps and attempts to correct herself, but she twists a wing awkwardly and spins out of control. As gravity pulls at her, Flammin panics and flaps her wings, twisting down at a sharp angle. Feeling the pain from her insides as the spinning grinding gears within her core struggle to keep up, Flammin screams as the sky and the ground become one ever-spinning black-and-gray gradient.</p><p><br />“Nike!” Flammin yelled.</p><p><br />"Flammin! I got you!" Nike calls to her, diving after Flammin like a bolt.</p><p><br />A rush of gold, red, and silver flies by Flammin, and then light surrounds her as her descent slows to a halt. She sees Nike again, flying beside her as she uses the aura from her headblade to stop Flammin’s descent. The queen looks deeply concerned; the whites of her ichoridic eyes are visible and her pupils shrank to dots with a hair-thin ring of black around them. After a brief moment looking over Flammin, she blinks, and her pupils return to a solid black ovoid disk.</p><p><br />Nike looks over Flammin’s core, occasionally hovering over her magical aura bubble surrounding the massive wartorch. “Are you okay, Flammin?” Her voice unsteady.</p><p><br />Moving carefully within the warm magic of Nike’s aura, Flammin looks back up to the trident and she stifles another gasp. Oh, how radiant the relic queen is. Lit by the light of her aura, Nike’s headblade shines, highlighting the upper part of her slim core against the gloomy environment surrounding them. It gives her a halo, revealing the delicate etching surrounding her ichor face on her headblade. From where Flammin lay in Nike’s aura, she can see the embroidery woven within Nike’s wings, the golden threading capturing the light from her aura and highlighting the intricate details within its design.</p><p><br />Flammin’s engine shudders as the awe she felt ten years ago flooded back to her. They were small then, though tall among their fellow objectkind when Nike first welcomed Flammin’s people to the safe haven hidden deep in the Jazeran’s canyons. Flammin remembers looking up and up at her, trying to see the face of their vastly tall savior. And when the trident spoke, her voice sounded so smooth, velvety, and strangely warm. There’s an alluring majesty to Queen Nike, something Flammin never felt before. Not even with other relics Flammin had met in the past as a muralist. Not even the royal relics from their lost kingdom. Something felt so rare about her, something so very distant.</p><p><br />Ah, here at this moment with Nike, now equal in size and power after years of refitting to become a powerful weapon, Flammin truly sees her.</p><p><br />“I-I’m fine. Bad turbulence, I think,” Flammin finally says, ignoring the dulling ache of her joints as her quicksilver pump began its work. Feeling that she looked at Nike long enough, she grows shy and turns her head to look over a partially extended wing. “I don’t think I have mastered soaring yet.”</p><p><br />Nike hovers in silence studying Flammin’s face, then nods in response. Quickly flapping her wings out of a hover, she lifts herself and Flammin back into their place in the sky. She rights Flammin in the correct flight position with a gentle twist of her aura.</p><p><br />“Well, that’s okay! You can’t learn without a few hiccups here and there. You’ll be fine,” Nike assured her with a smile, despite the subtle strain Flammin caught in her voice. “I’m about to release you. Be ready.”</p><p><br />Flammin opens her great wings and tilts them back slightly, expecting a sudden influx of air to overtake her. But as Nike’s aura ebbs away and the gray sky becomes open to her once again, Flammin holds herself steady. She hears Nike giggling.</p><p><br />“What?” Flammin asks, looking at Nike as she adjusts her wings.</p><p><br />“It’s the way you looked at me!” Nike laughed joyfully. Flammin swore she saw a glowing blush on Nike’s face.</p><p><br />“Oh-!” Embarrassed, Flammin shies away, lagging behind Nike.</p><p><br />“Flammin, don’t be shy!” Nike slows her laughter, then stops and gently smiles back at her. “Want to see what’s above the clouds?”</p><p><br />Flapping her wings once to push herself forward, Flammin looks towards Nike, “Will the sun be there? What about Apollyon’s relics?”</p><p><br />“Marathon is on our side. They still guard the sun.” Nike says as she looks upward, mentioning an allied relic that Flammin does not know. “And Apollyon’s relics are foolish to attack me by themselves. You are safe by my side.”</p><p><br />With a headstart, Nike takes off swiftly before Flammin can catch up. With a couple of strong beats of her great wings, Flammin flies after Nike. With their powerful wings carrying them through the sky, Flammin and Nike slipped through the dark clouds, using the faint light of the sun beyond to guide them through. They weave together in and out of the cloudscape, trading twists and turns, spins, and loops, all shooting upward in a dance in the ocean of clouds around them. Small droplets of water pelt Flammin’s armor as she flies higher, some of which seep into the exposed ichor of her wings and joints, further soothing the ache from her flying error. Flammin then hears Nike laughing joyfully, and Flammin opens her great jaw and joins her mentor with her deep laughter. After a short time, together both living weapons broke through the cloud top and beheld a wonderful sight before their eyes.<br /> </p><p>There before them is the sun. It shines brightly in an endless blue sky, bathing the cloudscape in pearlescent light below in its golden rays. Occasional breaks in the cloud formation show the shadowed lands below. The two living weapons glide side by side as the winds in this space gently push them forward, their wings outstretched, allowing the air to carry them. Flammin looks at Nike and sees the queen’s headblade shine more brightly under the sun's rays. She felt a fluttering within her heavily plated chest at the sight of the queen. She is unsure if it is the ichor engine inside her adjusting to her orientation in flight or something else. Whatever it is, that elevating feeling is a deep yet distant yearning. If only there were a word for it.<br />Flammin sighs. “Nikey?”</p><p><br />The long-lived trident looked at her, “Hm?”</p><p><br />“You are beautiful.”</p><p><br />The trident smiled at her. “You, too.”<br /><br /></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-81751558413860540982023-08-24T07:33:00.004-07:002023-08-24T07:33:53.806-07:00Altostratus cover update!<p> <span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #ff533b; color: #ff4930;"><b>To be unreachable…</b></span></p><p><span data-darkreader-inline-color="" style="--darkreader-inline-color: #ff533b; color: #ff4930;"><b></b></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRW9isXtjWZEFhuY7lK7es6VwwUUEdzVwm8r2A5cdGGtQ9hIyRE8vf7a0MTPsU5rMVLsy-1TWAUuA1onOnXIfR3az4EHWvCES135JT-xwlXHvpxWpEBqk6hSu21y4Ej9RotJmWlkJwVkKmuamr_pgiRQva7j7Nkiouj7UNAXjqVgYFgiazRTTRKlu87yNN/s1325/krita_hZ5CVTdGc6.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="1325" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRW9isXtjWZEFhuY7lK7es6VwwUUEdzVwm8r2A5cdGGtQ9hIyRE8vf7a0MTPsU5rMVLsy-1TWAUuA1onOnXIfR3az4EHWvCES135JT-xwlXHvpxWpEBqk6hSu21y4Ej9RotJmWlkJwVkKmuamr_pgiRQva7j7Nkiouj7UNAXjqVgYFgiazRTTRKlu87yNN/w400-h271/krita_hZ5CVTdGc6.png" width="400" /></a></b></div><b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4eEfZoUz0sz2OdqKGaSQTTvN_nRa8p5NGvM_2JouSliffaTH5PY8iMy_fYSrNKPDGiA8oPODq20sZehxTbuJYKHthShoMroEFohnk076kEGdem7q6608u0NwlhVdIjDHnNRP-u7LQ9_kXU4hsNM6-TIXxBotwUh3HFBjENYMLWVluQJs6TbCCnzFQFBm/s985/krita_sHKD4Lpoxa.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="694" data-original-width="985" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl4eEfZoUz0sz2OdqKGaSQTTvN_nRa8p5NGvM_2JouSliffaTH5PY8iMy_fYSrNKPDGiA8oPODq20sZehxTbuJYKHthShoMroEFohnk076kEGdem7q6608u0NwlhVdIjDHnNRP-u7LQ9_kXU4hsNM6-TIXxBotwUh3HFBjENYMLWVluQJs6TbCCnzFQFBm/w400-h281/krita_sHKD4Lpoxa.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /> </b><p></p><p>Queen Nike’s wings are a combination of linen cloth and ichor
threading rooting from her ichor structure. Flammagentius’ wings are all
ichor, with the only non-ichor material supporting them being her
bronze metal fingers. </p><p>Ichormancy is the practice of developing
and improving a living object’s ichor structure, increasing its
strength, flexibility, durability, tension tolerance, and damage
tolerance. Most objects hatched with the instinctual ability to do basic
ichormancy (moving limbs and shifting them for better balance or
tolerating pressure). This level of ichormancy demonstrated by
Flammagentius takes years, along with refitting, to master. Don’t want
to drop straight out of the sky should it fail.</p><p>As a living object grows more powerful, their ichor limbs gain colorful gradients…</p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-16211614528899941452023-07-05T18:31:00.002-07:002023-07-05T19:43:29.776-07:00HEY! Tumblr, Twitter, Deviantart, Reddit, Threads, Spoutible welcome to Blogger!<p> </p><h1 style="text-align: left;">Hi. Welcome to Blogger! Again!<br /></h1><p><i>Very out of date this site is</i>, it's quite nice here...just very isolated, lol.</p><h1 style="text-align: left;"><u><i style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: verdana; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Google update this platform I'm begging you! You are missing out oh my god. </span></i><span style="background-color: #fce5cd; font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></u></h1><p>But, all themes are customizable! </p><p>And you have a feed (reading list) with all your subscriptions (that update once every four months maybe??) </p><p style="text-align: left;"><i style="font-weight: normal;">You can post whatever you want! No downvoting!!! NO KARMA!!! </i><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></p><p>But there's no algorithm which is great!</p><p>You just need to find other people through...uhm...the search engine Google. Yeah.</p><p>It's like Tumblr if Tumblr was a desert wasteland and the next city is like billion miles away.</p><h3 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Make a webring to keep track of all your favs!!! Make sure to keep them links updated, tho!!! <br /></span></h3><p>This
place you just leave messages in a bottle. Letting it float around
until someone from pinterest picks it up and adds it to their board
thingy (remember to sign and watermark your art).</p><p>But this place has heart, year 2000 heart when social media was just beginning to break through its shell.</p>It's very quiet here. But it's home.Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-34596693822759921382023-06-28T10:50:00.000-07:002023-06-28T10:50:01.413-07:00Pride 2023 Art!<p><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Happy </span><span class="r-18u37iz">Pride2023</span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">! </span></span></b></p><p><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Here's my objectsona, Menathrenna, with 1978 Pride Flag, Nonbinary, and Bisexual Colors! </span><span class="css-901oao css-16my406 r-poiln3 r-bcqeeo r-qvutc0">Stay safe and Stay strong no matter what! 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The 3D still life is complete! <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1920" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ZEzhRlhWukDUBZwLTFIHlSbEoVXwh14LSiQr407VLwaXF0qbn-1bwYdxRjb2T914QLB5MOyyQV-gACI4hNf8Gef76ByPCgL4RgK_ANvjvL5H11WMg51Mhf2jdTPKIGv8yzvwn6Q2s9q0oR0CQmPVfH1RVNuYv70Fgvufn4lSG1RTScSIYIHNpwzGuw/w640-h360/Main%20Shot%20Toy%20Still%20Life%20L%20Res.png" width="640" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kfl_jeg8SK6BdNpiKNm2joRQOdH5KxSUNZcavhJnziVeQT_aStkf6VDTANsItCiYM6szVyZDtjwSnMLSkWbmx-pH9Td-JWkGZFZFXtIz5CfgnHLNtcisGG2szJvvOzkiykcI6w-hShLfk98PCE3bG00AHnZ-rxPE0FYbmHfiManjYxgsyVXcO63z4A/s706/Main%20Shot%20Toy%20Still%20Life%20H%20Res%20detail%201.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="706" data-original-width="579" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6kfl_jeg8SK6BdNpiKNm2joRQOdH5KxSUNZcavhJnziVeQT_aStkf6VDTANsItCiYM6szVyZDtjwSnMLSkWbmx-pH9Td-JWkGZFZFXtIz5CfgnHLNtcisGG2szJvvOzkiykcI6w-hShLfk98PCE3bG00AHnZ-rxPE0FYbmHfiManjYxgsyVXcO63z4A/s320/Main%20Shot%20Toy%20Still%20Life%20H%20Res%20detail%201.png" width="262" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnd1qGOY0HI2HyCSDlInQUZYOonHbgQ2xeDrScY1aIzFx0NWDgJNXDuoSgbM9x4zf6abt7uiMiJXalms6xqEkiOUsuGXeeb8qbmuiMH_wWCqeasrbSBZz-qXldPW8TMq9lNJeVVMnccX0agvyAQkJ1X1teSYKwD_2bukeuP1H0L-cTxzr6LME9-4BrGw/s705/Main%20Shot%20Toy%20Still%20Life%20H%20Res%20detail%202.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="579" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnd1qGOY0HI2HyCSDlInQUZYOonHbgQ2xeDrScY1aIzFx0NWDgJNXDuoSgbM9x4zf6abt7uiMiJXalms6xqEkiOUsuGXeeb8qbmuiMH_wWCqeasrbSBZz-qXldPW8TMq9lNJeVVMnccX0agvyAQkJ1X1teSYKwD_2bukeuP1H0L-cTxzr6LME9-4BrGw/s320/Main%20Shot%20Toy%20Still%20Life%20H%20Res%20detail%202.png" width="263" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span><div class="k31gt"><p>I'm still rendering the detail shots and turnaround through the <a href="https://href.li/?https://www.sheepit-renderfarm.com/home" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Sheep-it Renderfarm</a>, a free Blender-based render farm where you can help render other people's files. The more you render community files, the more points you get, and you can use those points to render your own project, as long as it's small and well-prepared for rendering!</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>I wish I could push for more realism in this composition, but it's good enough for a beginner (well former Autodesk Maya student) project. But that's not my focus for this project. It's a precursor for learning what I need to work on for WOR's development in 3D. Future WOR 3D art will be cel-shaded, but I wanted to do some realism to figure out where I'm at with my 3D skills.</p></div></span></div><br /> </div><p></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-70624642947012320532023-01-01T17:48:00.002-08:002023-01-01T17:48:30.267-08:00Astraea - Holiday Gift Art for PunchyHolery<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx39MpBtvs-LMbSW0YHo4pbXaK5Sr-0xcAd2F6WvD9qDBrL3_hsJtu85gjAhEim7RoE-Zys_PqiYlaceUQfHO1MFupb6CBrDD6OhDdxw10tdnapRYDNXhaNhi8Uch9Z53Ipp9zy8ocujnwfXI-MKcDZy5JZ8KsidiirfFX1sQ71b13Yakf3hnxpIGYCw/s2485/Holepunchery_Dec_30_Gift_Amulet_Astraea_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2485" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx39MpBtvs-LMbSW0YHo4pbXaK5Sr-0xcAd2F6WvD9qDBrL3_hsJtu85gjAhEim7RoE-Zys_PqiYlaceUQfHO1MFupb6CBrDD6OhDdxw10tdnapRYDNXhaNhi8Uch9Z53Ipp9zy8ocujnwfXI-MKcDZy5JZ8KsidiirfFX1sQ71b13Yakf3hnxpIGYCw/w494-h640/Holepunchery_Dec_30_Gift_Amulet_Astraea_L_RES.png" width="494" /></a></div><br />WOR inspired Fanart of Amulet from the webcomic <a href="https://efar.thecomicseries.com/">EFAR</a> by PunchyHolery! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!<div><br /></div><div>Upon Astraea's brow is a wreathe of wheat, referencing the Greek zodiac Virgo. She also holds the scales of Justice, referencing the Greek Goddess Dike and Astraea, with association with the zodiac Libra. The stained glass window reference another one of EFAR's characters, Badgey.</div><p></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-64725033736600699982022-11-30T12:08:00.002-08:002022-11-30T12:15:48.320-08:00RSS Feeds and You!!!!!!!!<div class="separator"></div><h2 style="text-align: left;">So, you want to see more of my stuff without signing up on any website?</h2><p style="text-align: left;">I suggest using a RSS Feed reader! RSS feeds are a good way to follow your favorite content without algorithims or needing to sign up on a website. RSS feed readers can be easily installed. All you need is the RSS link of the site you want to subscribe to, put it in the RSS feed reader so it will scan for content, and enjoy!<br></p><p>Here's one, <a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/smart-rss-reader/">Smart RSS by Zakius</a> (Firefox):</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQiloPrZ7FE-CJHExr0jKWOkO8XH3ttrN0y4x2WyfTtiiTrzHovSrN0ief562PaBDcTqX8fs9tyR-XtVdjVje3apjmmhgJzRYWxSLPM0bqt1CaWaiQdX1clk2gh3pDhstb4KBNy2Yuv0SqYaCk79TRE6HB5GneQLCj_UNMWrBPE_3n1UKXmLHaXPDmpw/s849/firefox_qma5Jitrmx.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="355" data-original-width="849" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQiloPrZ7FE-CJHExr0jKWOkO8XH3ttrN0y4x2WyfTtiiTrzHovSrN0ief562PaBDcTqX8fs9tyR-XtVdjVje3apjmmhgJzRYWxSLPM0bqt1CaWaiQdX1clk2gh3pDhstb4KBNy2Yuv0SqYaCk79TRE6HB5GneQLCj_UNMWrBPE_3n1UKXmLHaXPDmpw/w320-h134/firefox_qma5Jitrmx.png" width="320"></a></div><p>Here's what my posts look like in Smart RSS:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsnXuEOhLRMEDusTgZe4qR2D3wScwBX9dz7gDaK1s6d0Yk7yUyJLKhjLllJKzXc9sd7dwsHHuRjeD1px_BlZsiGVJpHCMQbLB8V274frqC9DADSYUUJLHinXEFzST__OMwNdk-4I74sjbBOijOuNFKAEVbrlL0a9fUuC3fFhrLvOs5IYVEYIVEzEfMQ/s1339/firefox_azd6mDDuWy.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="1339" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsnXuEOhLRMEDusTgZe4qR2D3wScwBX9dz7gDaK1s6d0Yk7yUyJLKhjLllJKzXc9sd7dwsHHuRjeD1px_BlZsiGVJpHCMQbLB8V274frqC9DADSYUUJLHinXEFzST__OMwNdk-4I74sjbBOijOuNFKAEVbrlL0a9fUuC3fFhrLvOs5IYVEYIVEzEfMQ/w640-h302/firefox_azd6mDDuWy.png" width="640"></a></div><p>Here's another one called <a href="https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/feedbroreader/">Feedbro by Nodetics</a> (Firefox):</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Qe9_GLFV8lwGi-3l28650mbxBuzLOUXEFvQzWEcBtD5CB8ospg0dgTuhq07AWdB-VxaBMnjHcWiGD6tl1Est24Uy0bRcPCW5VUEwevPkilJu6G9jM1GRYenyC4zaE77LTmtW0_9Qj9zAlOfz4pDngl6YaYnQBk6QGILw_FHfgke_XcqSAUQFw26IXg/s845/firefox_tmCwGCXNLl.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="354" data-original-width="845" height="134" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Qe9_GLFV8lwGi-3l28650mbxBuzLOUXEFvQzWEcBtD5CB8ospg0dgTuhq07AWdB-VxaBMnjHcWiGD6tl1Est24Uy0bRcPCW5VUEwevPkilJu6G9jM1GRYenyC4zaE77LTmtW0_9Qj9zAlOfz4pDngl6YaYnQBk6QGILw_FHfgke_XcqSAUQFw26IXg/s320/firefox_tmCwGCXNLl.png" width="320"></a></div><p>This feed has more customization features for display, organization, feed, and more!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpUjVQQfCdmcapDbU_anKcoj27QJSHbkBM5SJmrwNQLJtDy9Zk43QJc2rss-ebXlCHGXYc2lBcbog5yjfWtKJPO5qgZy_zt_GgsfUMnd6vh7UoM4nTZpBgl088p3ss7Pt_kSouvLGgjfgTIgmUkOIymCRSTxMvllKxJamy6Ceuwu4hv7GGtvZFDfJKQ/s1347/firefox_s3HTzc0E2f.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="1347" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKpUjVQQfCdmcapDbU_anKcoj27QJSHbkBM5SJmrwNQLJtDy9Zk43QJc2rss-ebXlCHGXYc2lBcbog5yjfWtKJPO5qgZy_zt_GgsfUMnd6vh7UoM4nTZpBgl088p3ss7Pt_kSouvLGgjfgTIgmUkOIymCRSTxMvllKxJamy6Ceuwu4hv7GGtvZFDfJKQ/w640-h309/firefox_s3HTzc0E2f.png" width="640"></a></div><p></p><h3 style="text-align: left;">How to subscribe to a RSS feed of a blog or website:</h3><p style="text-align: left;">Note: Not all websites, including modern social medias, have RSS feeds. RSS feeds are technically outdated today, but some sites, like Blogger, still use RSS feeds.</p><p style="text-align: left;">Anyway, you need to copy a RSS Link from a website with this function enabled:</p><br><p style="text-align: left;"><br></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqlAwP0pKBInrIgYfNatpiNikjBbyZ4Pz54McI1fBHI7BOxaGoVzm3XVRiscG1CRiT8JIyPjNoEqY_KS4RZV5ZD_bsdbGmd2JBhA1IUukCRGWSBvlgAYtUFG2e0oFOQ9vj-fuhNc9opN_Owt_13BMKMrgLuoVBgrvOYdhriYMp7qLmgESHXSeIilxMw/s513/firefox_bDu8WERMxi.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="513" data-original-width="336" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKqlAwP0pKBInrIgYfNatpiNikjBbyZ4Pz54McI1fBHI7BOxaGoVzm3XVRiscG1CRiT8JIyPjNoEqY_KS4RZV5ZD_bsdbGmd2JBhA1IUukCRGWSBvlgAYtUFG2e0oFOQ9vj-fuhNc9opN_Owt_13BMKMrgLuoVBgrvOYdhriYMp7qLmgESHXSeIilxMw/s320/firefox_bDu8WERMxi.png" width="210"></a></div>Where it says "Subscribe to a Reader" (1) in the bottom of this image, this is where you can get the RSS feed link from my Blogger site: sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com. You need to right click it and copy the link (2). If you just click the link, it will only show you a jumble of useless text.<p></p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: right;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;">After grabbing the link, input that link in a RSS Reader. Below is both Smart RSS and Feedbro's RSS link URL box:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28S5mhnkUbT3BQ1A_NjuDLOnd5PRRV7evjhK1ifa73Pf_T1Jz6K5MRyHCXgWBfQuVn4A12LJYtVzY7Fzz6AHrAq1zftyHBH_0vANyABfgzSemNZfkxOCGWHDlQ6KigyWK7vp9IdO5E0wB0nMtkqFjgXbiJ-WP09a8aJIdjko4_LnjhvCvzK9VB6aZfw/s959/firefox_tcdV77coDp.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="353" data-original-width="959" height="118" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28S5mhnkUbT3BQ1A_NjuDLOnd5PRRV7evjhK1ifa73Pf_T1Jz6K5MRyHCXgWBfQuVn4A12LJYtVzY7Fzz6AHrAq1zftyHBH_0vANyABfgzSemNZfkxOCGWHDlQ6KigyWK7vp9IdO5E0wB0nMtkqFjgXbiJ-WP09a8aJIdjko4_LnjhvCvzK9VB6aZfw/s320/firefox_tcdV77coDp.png" width="320"></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhMPvMLwn4qY5y9qkdf6EnVyO5fSuN9UI0-aTtP-JpCC_rtRjr-XtNNdisnHR3tzlPcdjxZNGxgbSV8DGhBgI3dTCMIV0cSJwbT_2vwq74ww48Nhndxl698IfbGvyW1VVpvVPCw1FCBFHzer88yfGGS_zR70LLVt6FeUnIHacRON2HKRF3E_o2LZ9_w/s858/firefox_2QrnHTkubJ.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="858" height="184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhMPvMLwn4qY5y9qkdf6EnVyO5fSuN9UI0-aTtP-JpCC_rtRjr-XtNNdisnHR3tzlPcdjxZNGxgbSV8DGhBgI3dTCMIV0cSJwbT_2vwq74ww48Nhndxl698IfbGvyW1VVpvVPCw1FCBFHzer88yfGGS_zR70LLVt6FeUnIHacRON2HKRF3E_o2LZ9_w/w320-h184/firefox_2QrnHTkubJ.png" width="320"></a></div><p style="text-align: left;">Smart RSS is pretty basic, but with blogs that require passwords and other details, use Feedbro. After putting in the RSS link, you are ready to go!</p><span></span><a href="https://sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com/2022/11/rss-feeds-and-you.html#more">See more, Read more »</a>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-13341668620090654662022-11-06T19:09:00.002-08:002022-11-12T14:04:30.571-08:00HEY! Tumblr, Twitter, Deviantart, welcome to Blogger!<h1 style="text-align: left;">Hi. Welcome to Blogger.</h1><p><i>Very out of date this site is</i>, it's quite nice here...just very isolated, lol.</p><p>But, all themes are customizable! </p><p>And you have a feed (reading list) with all your subscriptions (that update once every four months maybe??) </p><p>But there's no algorithm which is great!</p><p>You just need to find other people through...uhm...the search engine Google. Yeah.</p><p>It's like Tumblr if Tumblr was a desert wasteland and the next city is like billion miles away.</p><p>This place you just leave messages in a bottle. Letting it float around until someone from pinterest picks it up and adds it to their board thingy (remember to sign and watermark your art).</p><p>But this place has heart, year 2000 heart when social media was just beginning to break through its shell.</p><p>It's very quiet here. But it's home.<br /></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-83679962155101954102022-10-14T16:35:00.006-07:002022-10-14T16:35:39.279-07:00(Late) Swordtember Prompt 30: Guardian<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7xmaCQcttbg7K0O_8KoSARrUgnu9t6MI_MXPrzpkI2DDS2ee4lQOKrd4r0sHPNVxewnfLTqSPiGFGFRjRVYjqgTbvuTSpeA3wgudHNfMFsCTOvN-afADVSD7YrWgeTFMrhRqfLx56szILIPfku8hjPDH3Yh7WhkgCuGnCVppZRJookDv-TiJinzBUA/s3300/Swordtemper_Guardian_30_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7xmaCQcttbg7K0O_8KoSARrUgnu9t6MI_MXPrzpkI2DDS2ee4lQOKrd4r0sHPNVxewnfLTqSPiGFGFRjRVYjqgTbvuTSpeA3wgudHNfMFsCTOvN-afADVSD7YrWgeTFMrhRqfLx56szILIPfku8hjPDH3Yh7WhkgCuGnCVppZRJookDv-TiJinzBUA/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Guardian_30_L_RES.png" width="494"></a></div><br> <p></p><div class="GzjsW"><div class="k31gt"><h1>(Late) Swordtember Prompt 30: Guardian</h1></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Sir Luther and his curio, Apolle, spend a lovely day out during the autumn month, Exalt.</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Curios are child objects who are the offspring of a deceased living object, called the progenitor. When a progenitor dies a true death, they will yield a withered kernel which will be crushed to extract its germ. The germ is then replanted in a material pile matching their progenitor's material makeup. After a few months, the curio will hatch from their pericarp (egg) and be looked after by their caretaker(s).</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Mini-story below:</p><p><span></span></p></div></div><a href="https://sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com/2022/10/late-swordtember-prompt-30-guardian.html#more">See more, Read more »</a>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-45296995940423934312022-10-04T09:14:00.000-07:002022-10-04T09:14:17.774-07:00(Late) Swordtember Prompt 20: Shattered - Guard Captian Devlin<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1GI2vxsEULwnjOYvIm6bhYoaqdX5CgHTKk0mMpMnm3izIzlNumjVU7xuB6mimckRusGtDpZfRYZGpKt0tNpy_AFOzsYVPFxZ5dLEEOk4dR_3Paqz9Edbeps3-_U8B8yFNbljUpkYIfB-NVVVVSrYfrZ1a0FxOZrxBVV1Zhqi2zKXeUmvQtboT1BEuw/s1657/Swordtemper_Shattered_20_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1657" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1GI2vxsEULwnjOYvIm6bhYoaqdX5CgHTKk0mMpMnm3izIzlNumjVU7xuB6mimckRusGtDpZfRYZGpKt0tNpy_AFOzsYVPFxZ5dLEEOk4dR_3Paqz9Edbeps3-_U8B8yFNbljUpkYIfB-NVVVVSrYfrZ1a0FxOZrxBVV1Zhqi2zKXeUmvQtboT1BEuw/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Shattered_20_L_RES.png" width="494" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h1>(Late) Swordtember Prompt 20: Shattered - Guard Captian Devlin</h1><p><b>Casualty report below written by Molly, paintbrush and Master Undertaker of Minevatt:</b></p><p>My
current tasks are documenting the recovery of casualty remains from the
recent Jantherizian invasion of my town, Minevatt. I’m still shaken by
what happened, but I need to stay focused. Thankfully, we had prior
warning for evacuation and most casualties are war-objects, no
civilians. We have enough resources to give all casualties a proper
revival. Recovery time, however, may take weeks.</p><p>Here, we have our first casualty reported. Soldier details provided by General Doomgreater:</p><h2>Soldier details:</h2><blockquote class="npf_indented"><p>Name and Rank: Devlin, he/him, Guard Captain serving under General Doomgreater<br />Date
and Location of Hatch: during the dawn, 30th of Exalt, in the abbey of
Pepperleaves, Sweetwater Valley Village in the Kingdom of Erdestra<br />Age: 50<br />Pre-fitted form: Iron pitchfork<br />Refitted form: Double-edged iron greatsword<br />Core inlaid: No, his original form was fitted to a sword template.<br />Revival History: Ten with one failed. No sign of crumbling.</p></blockquote><h2>Casualty Report:</h2><blockquote class="npf_indented"><p>Cause of Death: Shattered by Jantherizian halberd pack attack.<br />Additional
notes: Remains and kernel found by Gwuenevere in destroyed metal
refinery in Minevatt. Halberds were prevented from taking Devlin’s
kernel prisoner while Gwuenevere fight them off. Remains and kernel are
recovered by General Doomgreater’s soldiers.</p></blockquote><blockquote class="npf_indented"><p>State
of Remains: Pommel split in two but still attached. Grip is splintered
with its leather wrapping becoming undone. Hilt is broken on the right
side but the other side is still intact. Rainguard faceplate has a
complex fracture (possible ichoridic tearing, ichor therapy may be
required). The remaining blade is broken into several pieces.<br />Kernel state: Good retraction from core remains. No donated ichor is needed.<br />Non-attached
remains: Gloves are in mild condition, repairs are needed. Cape,
however, is far too damaged, replacement is required.</p></blockquote><blockquote class="npf_indented"><p>Repair
requirements: Since Devlin’s remains are intact, they can be used to
greatly offset the material cost for the Ritual of Convalescence.
However, due to the extensive damage to his core, Devlin’s remains may
need to be deconstructed and repaired separately by a blacksmith. Once remains are
repaired, they will be rejoined with his kernel and revival will be a
success.</p></blockquote><h2>Additional Comments from Doomgreater: </h2><p><i>Blades’
Dammit Devlin! What made you think you can fight an entire halberd
pack? You’re lucky they didn’t eat you alive. You owe me an explanation
when you wake up.</i></p><p><i>Oh, one more thing. That cloak saved you. Nearly got herself torn apart while fightn’ them halberds.</i></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-88372297038395263942022-09-28T11:22:00.002-07:002022-09-28T11:22:28.851-07:00Swordtember Prompt 12: Void - Lord Damocles<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQfXFw6yebur6VuG4dLIyAATl8gUC55TO0jGbS2K6YFrRBLam27IARhHMqilWVfGmpU2fPJPjTB5yxPcybHX4EppfIa9YIiHYuw9IZ79oCzkYyDKCpw6AmjwCSIbl0Y4g7tHQK9CAM0KFF5WjXT9X_a4A1fRQku56J7vUdz3kf_htOkMMe-OUb1T4tQ/s3300/Swordtemper_Void_12_L_RES.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQfXFw6yebur6VuG4dLIyAATl8gUC55TO0jGbS2K6YFrRBLam27IARhHMqilWVfGmpU2fPJPjTB5yxPcybHX4EppfIa9YIiHYuw9IZ79oCzkYyDKCpw6AmjwCSIbl0Y4g7tHQK9CAM0KFF5WjXT9X_a4A1fRQku56J7vUdz3kf_htOkMMe-OUb1T4tQ/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Void_12_L_RES.png" width="494"></a></div><br><p></p><h1>Swordtember Prompt 12: Void</h1><p>Lord Damocles</p><p>Nothing but a tarnished memory.</p><p>A long-forgotten hero ripped from his glory and fame far too soon. A rebel turned tyrant.</p><p><span></span></p><a href="https://sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com/2022/09/swordtember-prompt-12-void-lord-damocles.html#more">See more, Read more »</a>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-71936068963218709572022-09-27T09:49:00.000-07:002022-09-27T09:49:01.990-07:00Swordtember prompt 11: Mythological - Animalculous Vivusobjectus<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8GrqwJSrx4OMXQlCi1pIRBnZADiZHfwot3kEpZAFhSCFZgofJqSF-xpvXKqZp44Pm2o_6X3q33uo_iVBTSRiPw_UtYe4qtyoH2l_OzO-NrKZdbfnDKQS6aegU5bKxqFgmlaQJnu-CW0XdiUhxLk9IsG_rZMWeHpKDgTutQOUXfkW_POb4hhdqzTIPA/s1656/Swordtemper_Mythological_11_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc8GrqwJSrx4OMXQlCi1pIRBnZADiZHfwot3kEpZAFhSCFZgofJqSF-xpvXKqZp44Pm2o_6X3q33uo_iVBTSRiPw_UtYe4qtyoH2l_OzO-NrKZdbfnDKQS6aegU5bKxqFgmlaQJnu-CW0XdiUhxLk9IsG_rZMWeHpKDgTutQOUXfkW_POb4hhdqzTIPA/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Mythological_11_L_RES.png" width="494"></a></div><p></p><p>Goddess Alexandria (she/her) of Antiqua transformed from the onset of Soul Putrification caused by the Inversion Event.</p><p>Short story below!</p><p><span></span><span></span></p><a href="https://sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com/2022/09/swordtember-prompt-11-mythological.html#more">See more, Read more »</a>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-48746077868928567792022-09-23T14:28:00.000-07:002022-09-23T14:28:14.254-07:00Swordtember Prompt 10: Royal - Ekaterini<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22BsR606iElGj6C7SVDaEZqn3yNyTVFbNXDUYqgQGXrGhlxjFhIc5ugrnAltk3r4zlvFriYGNYKIJ9hWualHr3JVJqqU8Ud8Vpn4Do2I1CwRAskHsDDizYnJsCdaUhRRyBUNrLwDNLDuZ1AfMXa9XBYfFm1CsBlKEbwApq_Q17oDIWDln994RdwO6uA/s3300/Swordtemper_Royal_10_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3300" data-original-width="2550" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi22BsR606iElGj6C7SVDaEZqn3yNyTVFbNXDUYqgQGXrGhlxjFhIc5ugrnAltk3r4zlvFriYGNYKIJ9hWualHr3JVJqqU8Ud8Vpn4Do2I1CwRAskHsDDizYnJsCdaUhRRyBUNrLwDNLDuZ1AfMXa9XBYfFm1CsBlKEbwApq_Q17oDIWDln994RdwO6uA/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Royal_10_L_RES.png" width="494"></a></div><br><p></p><div class="k31gt"><h1>Swordtember Prompt 10: Royal</h1></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Arch Ekaterini (She/Her), a sovereign of Erdestra and progenitor of Prince Luther. In this image, she is 150yrs old with a permanent core crumbling, some parts of her blade are covered with protective plates.</p><p>Crumbling comes in many different forms depending on a living object's core type. Crumbling is when an object's ichor structure fails to self-repair parts of their core and usually occurs later in life. It's possible, however, for younger living objects to undergo crumbling if they got a major injury or undergo failed revivals. It's a chronic uncurable condition that worsens over time, but there are ways to improve one's quality of life. Patching holes with materials, avoiding activities that may cause injury, and assistive tools for daily life are ways that help those with crumbling. <br></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Bio below!</p><p> </p><p><span></span><span></span></p></div><a href="https://sketchingwithreckless.blogspot.com/2022/09/swordtember-prompt-10-royal-ekaterini.html#more">See more, Read more »</a>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-18537266093606734672022-09-15T13:27:00.000-07:002022-09-15T13:27:09.090-07:00Swordtember prompt 4: Crystal<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWr3Z-DK_mOHlxgjwxe-cc97Eu0e43raR9zoflfrUCKUJ7y9zMnrqX4FVIHeKhdYBSJDUTlP1rIxMNMzMXwxSsIUTIpHwkbLhabzdO-wymgPuEmGYZaXPC5xZykFVj0Swr7b4leYavWQGZGF_uIoR8umvJ4uDBY9TQ17fWbRkoRvon0HZDWh9i6EN_Q/s2485/Swordtemper_Crystal_4_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2485" data-original-width="1920" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpWr3Z-DK_mOHlxgjwxe-cc97Eu0e43raR9zoflfrUCKUJ7y9zMnrqX4FVIHeKhdYBSJDUTlP1rIxMNMzMXwxSsIUTIpHwkbLhabzdO-wymgPuEmGYZaXPC5xZykFVj0Swr7b4leYavWQGZGF_uIoR8umvJ4uDBY9TQ17fWbRkoRvon0HZDWh9i6EN_Q/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Crystal_4_L_RES.png" width="494" /></a></div><br /><p></p><h1>Swordtember prompt 4: Crystal</h1><p>Feat. Gwuenevere (she/her) and General Tristan (they/them) (story under read more)</p><p>What strange alchemy is this??</p><p>A fine example of Gwuenevere’s crystal attack powers…</p><p>General
Tristan, a broadsword who serves under the Janthizerain Arch Thermite,
is tasked to take his soldiers to capture an Erdestrian mining town near
its southern borders. Surrounded by earthen domes and ravines, the
mines here are an important source of metals used to construct flying
polearms and war-torches for Erdestra’s armies. If this town is
destroyed and its resources looted by Sir Tristan, it will weaken
Erdestra’s supply chain.</p><p>Without warning, Tristan invades the
town, giving little time for its citizens to evacuate. Tristan allows
their soldiers to ransack the town’s buildings, refineries, and mines.
But from over the hills comes the Erdestrian General Doomgreater, Prince
Luther, and their army to take it back. As the two armies clash,
Tristan has their forces break down the supports in the mines in hopes
of causing a cave-in. But as they hack through the mines’ columns, a
lone Erdestrian soldier follows them inside.</p><p>Tristan heard rumors
of a cloak that somehow defeated General Viez during a battle a month
ago. It was said this cloak wielded a crystal blade made from her ichor,
and its sharp edge cut through steel, no matter its thickness. Tristan
thought it was ridiculous gossip about Viez’s sour defeat. What piece of
ragged cloth would ever think of fighting?! Yet Gwuenevere stands
before them, fighting their soliders with that crystalline blade.</p><p>No
matter how much they swipe at her with their blades, Tristan and their
soldiers quickly find Gwuenevere a formidable opponent. She is quick,
focused, and incredibly stubborn for a fragile object. She trained her
blade on Tristan, the tip of it scores the surface of their blade from
the blade tip to the rainguard of their face. Now hindered by pain,
Tristan makes a downward strike to end this tomfoolery.</p><p>All that
Tristan knew next is the bright blinding light of something erupting out
of their face of their rainguard. They hear Gwuenevere’s angered yell
and a sudden rush of magic blows them away from the little cloak.
Tristan slams into a wall and collapses onto the ground, their blade
broken in two. Their upper half of their blade tarnishing and turning to
crystal, Tristan looks up with their uninjured eye and sees the cloak
charging them with her blade raised for a final strike.</p><p>Sometime
later, Prince Luther takes a few soldiers to flush out the remaining
Janthizerain soldiers from the mines. With General Tristan missing,
their soldiers’ morale fallen into complete disorder, and many had
fleed. In the mines, Luther found the caverns covered in familiar
glowing crystals. In a large room of broken columns and ransacked
storage chests, Luther finds Gwuenevere escorting a few young curios who
hid in the mines from Tristan’s soldiers. Gwuenevere is all torn up
from her fight, but her material enhancements strengthen her fabric body
and keep her going.</p><p>As Luther and his men help Gwuenevere find
the remaining curios in the mines, Luther asks Gwuenevere about General
Tristan. Gwuenevere points to a large crystal column that snaked up and
down a nearby stone wall. There embedded within it is General Tristan
the broadsword, their metal core warped and twisted by glowing crystals
while their kernel lies entrapped by its crystalline prison.</p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-36162345738977759142022-09-01T16:53:00.002-07:002022-09-01T16:53:59.941-07:00Swordtember prompt 1 - Gothic - Lord Reynold<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRM898AcC5sotWpRoBeAAkklu7S1U9pWVfqqqqbgt1H0lYitIvRFuYocnW3NmtS4iq5dbQMPH38eZaw_ORBvYrRTCQXvGjMgDg4z8I4f2ylr_2-DjP3CvK48Z_pG4VPE70XW5MR0__zLrACZti_zEjWCZc03JKpXd1FYkOb67D3C5uZ0NEnbfAYO93A/s1656/Swordtemper_Gothic_1_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1280" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWRM898AcC5sotWpRoBeAAkklu7S1U9pWVfqqqqbgt1H0lYitIvRFuYocnW3NmtS4iq5dbQMPH38eZaw_ORBvYrRTCQXvGjMgDg4z8I4f2ylr_2-DjP3CvK48Z_pG4VPE70XW5MR0__zLrACZti_zEjWCZc03JKpXd1FYkOb67D3C5uZ0NEnbfAYO93A/w494-h640/Swordtemper_Gothic_1_L_RES.png" width="494" /></a></div><br /> Completed #swordtember prompt 1: Gothic<br /><br />Lord Reynold (he/him, 34yrs) of Erdestra's Northern Borders<br /><br />An esteemed aristocrat and patron of the arts. Especially architectural pursuits for castles, material storage, and refineries.<br /><br />Hatched from a family of silver knives, he loves funding the largest and most elaborate structures in Erdestra. His favorite architectural element: flying buttresses.<br /><br />His original form was a silver knife. As a refitted sword, his blade is iron with his silver core embedded within it. His current refit model is a writhen-hilted sword. His grip is made of poplar wood, with a bronze pommel and crossguard. His gloves and crossguard straps are made of hardened plant leather. His cape is made of thin wool fabric, partially ichoridic to have it roll up in a tight ball behind his crossguard while fighting.<br /><br />He's a kind and exuberant fellow, known to talk about the various projects he funds. Reynold enjoys making friends, a very helpful skill for building allies during troubled times.<br /><br />Upon his cape are two figures he considers his closest friends, Prince Luther and Lady Gwuenevere. He aided them through thick and thin throughout the battles with the Janthizerains after Arch Ekaterini's death (Prince Luther's progenitor).<br /><br />Using <a href="https://twitter.com/randomspirits">randomspirits</a> swordtember prompts.<br /><br />Art by Amari Harkness - @Penwrythe | Not for the purpose of generated AI Art or NFTs<br /><br /><p></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-34018791653172234682022-08-25T07:52:00.000-07:002022-08-25T07:52:02.924-07:00Broken Mirror - Bygone Era<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeVmtBKAhT_65Xre0YkMPc58DehhLaDphMcfITHJIAcrK465LXFnfis4U6UfmfbGVjcSym0bT6t9uN0_h3aX8UshZ7z0U71p3rPKG8gnGXf_6qM6F4DHpwI3XZYFTVuppt2g6WucLDYNsr_T_r6rru4g6V8mziCIZFt2oC3JCwfdNNzW9KBOHqGRCLQ/s1920/Broken_Mirror_SideA_Goddess_Nikey_L_RES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1440" data-original-width="1920" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaeVmtBKAhT_65Xre0YkMPc58DehhLaDphMcfITHJIAcrK465LXFnfis4U6UfmfbGVjcSym0bT6t9uN0_h3aX8UshZ7z0U71p3rPKG8gnGXf_6qM6F4DHpwI3XZYFTVuppt2g6WucLDYNsr_T_r6rru4g6V8mziCIZFt2oC3JCwfdNNzW9KBOHqGRCLQ/w640-h480/Broken_Mirror_SideA_Goddess_Nikey_L_RES.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><p><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade"><span class="_aacl _aaco _aacu _aacx _aad7 _aade">Broken Mirror - Bygone Era<br /><br />Side A Feat. Goddess Nikey<br /><br />My
self-image is just as murky as a reflection in a worn old mirror.
Broken and weathered by time's toll. There's a weight upon me. I will
carry it eternally, even as the world dies and the ground below me falls
away. At this moment, I wish to come to terms with it. My dull
reflection carries it, too.</span></span></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-10577555483600436582022-06-30T19:51:00.003-07:002022-06-30T19:51:39.646-07:00Happy Pride!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH4ne6zQrs2vNDFEZZMlgChz9jxLYvW3b0_WW6zus8ke0OOR_sj8jensHm9MMQiTHsDRePrlT-oSnP5E8qhy6RtcdH-vziQkIEeTGb-TU8LxfrBD6vIyfGWtJMGG-tkXj32KkbgD1db2JIxjn67PIEGbwEMlPB6wB0Gl1Wc85jGI93Sqm-k-S0_zaTw/s3600/Myself_Pride.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2700" data-original-width="3600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgH4ne6zQrs2vNDFEZZMlgChz9jxLYvW3b0_WW6zus8ke0OOR_sj8jensHm9MMQiTHsDRePrlT-oSnP5E8qhy6RtcdH-vziQkIEeTGb-TU8LxfrBD6vIyfGWtJMGG-tkXj32KkbgD1db2JIxjn67PIEGbwEMlPB6wB0Gl1Wc85jGI93Sqm-k-S0_zaTw/w640-h480/Myself_Pride.png" width="640" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='520' height='433' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyRqcmS_RS_F1i7K2W2KtpDxNaxret1VtgfW2-oPKEpjg9HmW3qdjEiZXMfkJRsHOAiJCuR4cOTU9a_NS3AOA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /><p><br /></p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-54270336769769080042022-06-15T07:55:00.006-07:002022-06-15T07:55:46.520-07:00Grim Redesign!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxH1OfUjmvzCe5NMkbSX35FpOecTSTqYqiIHVwv-gARPkG7mo3JSTDy36l6WXaWbxwYxI3zuXGNeu-IkLwkCGzhYvI1BnBxKw0_xlhFjT2RphibeKujIqha3TBqKjzRV8AdxeBy07tU_4421_xNIWjTrvywIGzNlU0W2dnVdVjDull7tn_6xOsmb_QQ/s2942/Image%20(54).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxH1OfUjmvzCe5NMkbSX35FpOecTSTqYqiIHVwv-gARPkG7mo3JSTDy36l6WXaWbxwYxI3zuXGNeu-IkLwkCGzhYvI1BnBxKw0_xlhFjT2RphibeKujIqha3TBqKjzRV8AdxeBy07tU_4421_xNIWjTrvywIGzNlU0W2dnVdVjDull7tn_6xOsmb_QQ/s2942/Image%20(54).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHgCuUo1ARTb-JNAH5DZyQesiaUiaOadDSdBuNECsY1_9c61rYKJPAMjwJ3hZkTNIaMf8e9nEiKJCkahhyF_1HMDMW_EDQJZeSbqVH-Bhe-A9F9udzLoTKn4mJ3iiQb8fawOPbWtz2hBh4UMPsE70IqdOQOwsrpfALvN4qLqlk16rrm0NFkNwLQMZQg/s3600/New_Grim_Design_sketch.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3600" data-original-width="2700" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqHgCuUo1ARTb-JNAH5DZyQesiaUiaOadDSdBuNECsY1_9c61rYKJPAMjwJ3hZkTNIaMf8e9nEiKJCkahhyF_1HMDMW_EDQJZeSbqVH-Bhe-A9F9udzLoTKn4mJ3iiQb8fawOPbWtz2hBh4UMPsE70IqdOQOwsrpfALvN4qLqlk16rrm0NFkNwLQMZQg/w480-h640/New_Grim_Design_sketch.png" width="480" /></a></div><img border="0" data-original-height="2942" data-original-width="2197" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxH1OfUjmvzCe5NMkbSX35FpOecTSTqYqiIHVwv-gARPkG7mo3JSTDy36l6WXaWbxwYxI3zuXGNeu-IkLwkCGzhYvI1BnBxKw0_xlhFjT2RphibeKujIqha3TBqKjzRV8AdxeBy07tU_4421_xNIWjTrvywIGzNlU0W2dnVdVjDull7tn_6xOsmb_QQ/w299-h400/Image%20(54).jpg" width="299" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LLGwo8LDB0po-eiSVeNzKJCE_aWKm7xUNodq-eDMjO3u5y4JUZPxtaEV91EkRGjeoBSJMqFGd_YEdLVlkTWKixF5MEdScbPqwxYYxEF-RT4qsKk8hZYRzcNiQwqWkfygF26q0gl-QUU-ylrrduQCNtyL-x3niy3xYyY_Sa8fbg0Nn6DaV4bmAQJtDQ/s2044/Image%20(54)%20other.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="1769" data-original-width="2044" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0LLGwo8LDB0po-eiSVeNzKJCE_aWKm7xUNodq-eDMjO3u5y4JUZPxtaEV91EkRGjeoBSJMqFGd_YEdLVlkTWKixF5MEdScbPqwxYYxEF-RT4qsKk8hZYRzcNiQwqWkfygF26q0gl-QUU-ylrrduQCNtyL-x3niy3xYyY_Sa8fbg0Nn6DaV4bmAQJtDQ/w320-h277/Image%20(54)%20other.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p> Decided to explore Grim's CHR design again! I gave them a more naturalistic look with two afro variations. I haven't developed more updated lore on them yet, but I like the idea of them being an immersive daydreamer like myself. They were Plural/System (system origin is unknown) in their old lore, but I don't think I'm equipped with the knowledge to handle such a sensitive topic for a character. Maybe with more research at a later time, I will explore this for them again.</p><div class="k31gt"><p>Removing their original monster design changes their old lore a bit. They live in Astoria, a place where stories come from. Characters in this world are in a never-ending search for a story to fit in. Grim is studying to be a protagonist, but they are a glitch character, a character that fits in no genre. Their old design has parts implying they are a combination of different characters. They look human but still had monster traits. They look genderfluid and can be interpreted as either male or female. They mostly see themself as non-binary and consider themself human.</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>The important theme in their old story was that all characters must find their one true story or else they fade away. To do so, they must be in a strong community, participate in stories with other characters, and keep developing themselves. For Grim, they not only need to do all this for themself but for their headmates as well. They and their headmates must work together to find their story.</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Here are the old sketches of them from last year:</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><strong>Some sketches and thoughts for a character redesign for my old character, Grim. </strong></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><a href="https://penwrythe.tumblr.com/post/621469920086081536/some-sketches-and-thoughts-for-a-character" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><strong>Part 1</strong></a></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><a href="https://penwrythe.tumblr.com/post/621470830498627584/some-sketches-and-thoughts-for-a-character" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Part 2</a></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><a href="https://penwrythe.tumblr.com/post/621470487122526208/some-sketches-and-thoughts-for-a-character" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Part 3</a></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><a href="https://penwrythe.tumblr.com/post/621471273593323520/some-sketches-and-thoughts-for-a-character" rel="noopener" target="_blank">Part 4</a></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>If you are Plural or a System, let me know what you think of this character!</p><p>Speedpaint below!</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='421' height='350' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw_QQmEJdlM8XSZ_0g5Jmo8Q9zyltKadMvcVfh2Co8KpRqPipZOErN8ql2o7OyoG1_61KpmnNMaFA5TlNEhTA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> <br /><p></p></div><p> </p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-12775110847135486582022-05-25T19:55:00.006-07:002022-05-25T19:55:57.826-07:00World of Relics World Anvil Wiki Updated!<p> </p><div class="k31gt"><p>Hello, World!</p><p><a href="https://www.worldanvil.com/w/world-of-relics-penwrythearts" target="_blank">Check out my wiki for World of Relics</a> <br /></p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>So, I decided to upload some of my world-building articles on World Anvil again. While they are all still WIPs, I still want to share what I have so far! I'm also very open to critique for improving any grammar, spelling, or writing errors. </p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><em>Biology of Living Objects </em>is a bit of a long read, a consequence of my writing style, so I might later split it up into two sections. </p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>I really like <em>Animalcules</em>. It's a shorter read and it's neat!</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p><strong>Make sure to see the content warning list in </strong><a href="https://href.li/?https://www.worldanvil.com/w/world-of-relics-penwrythearts/a/welcome-to-world-of-relics-article" rel="noopener" target="_blank"><em><strong>Welcome! Read First!</strong></em></a> </p></div>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-10096922899369824832022-05-23T06:48:00.000-07:002022-05-23T06:48:10.586-07:00Another Smol writing thingy<h1 style="text-align: left;">Sharing this post from tumblr about my writing:</h1><h3 style="text-align: left;">May, 2, 2022</h3><div class="k31gt"><p>I think one of the most creatively frustrating things about writing is that I have a really good emotional scene in my head that I want to put down on paper. But to get to that scene, I need to make context (worldbuilding, timeline, character behavior and arcs, etc) around it so that I understand what made that scene so important in my head. And it takes a while to get there and build up to it.</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Maybe I should just write the scene down as-is without all the context or put more focus on the characters??</p><h3 style="text-align: left;">May, 22, 2022</h3><div class="k31gt"><p>So that little tidbit grew into several drafts that further developed some character and world-building stuff that I was stuck on for the past few months. Really proud of myself! It's still in my<em> ultra super rough draft </em>with 1001 grammar mistakes but I finally got it out of my system hah hah!</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Also, note to self, make a map of the Realms now so you're not doing guesswork while writing!</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Taken some screenshots of my super rough draft below with some world-building context notes! It's a bit long, lol. Quick CW for discrimination.</p><h4 style="text-align: left;">From my chapters super rough draft, <i><b>Trial of the Century</b></i>: <br /></h4><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;"><p> Democritus ask Doomgreater what does that entail for her sentence. Death by magical burnout. Gwuenevere will be forced to burn through her own magic until it consumes her, then when she is revived, she will remember the pain and horror of it all. According to her records, she never faced death. It will be her first, a dose of reality to shock her. Gwuenevere speaks up, telling everyone that she had already faced that reality months ago when she tried her first spell. While she did not die, that experience only taught her about her limitations back then. It never convinced her to fear magic, only to respect it and learn more about it. Doomgreater’s punishment will only solidify her convictions. She will not be driven by fear. She knows exactly what she is doing with her powers and she will understand them to the fullest no matter how many times she die. She will not be restrained by fear.</p></div><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;"><p></p><p>Democritus <i>moves. </i></p></div><div style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;"><p></p><p>A massive metal fist slams directly in front of Gwuenevere, cracking the marble below. While Luther is taken aback by this, backpedaling away from Democritus, Gwuenevere only made a small flinch at it. Then she looks up at the massive war-torch metaiudex. Democritus ask her if she fears them. She shrugs, of course she does. She spent this entire trial and investigation afraid of how she would be sentenced by them. But she is willing to face it. It’s her trial and they are the judge. Democritus looks at her thoughtfully. She is a foolish object. The laws are there to protect her, yet she still wants to pursue magic? Why? Is her life as a mere altrix enough?</p></div><div style="text-align: left;"><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Gwuenevere is judged by Democritus for practicing magic as a fragile
object. Gwuenevere (cloak) uses she/her, Democritus (Metaiudex monolith
war-torch) uses they/them, Doomgreater (war wrecking ball) uses
he/him/Greater, Luther (broadsword) uses he/him)</span></p><div class="k31gt"><p>For some context in this segment, fragile objects are more vulnerable to damage, both from their environment and from their own magic. Due to this, all fragile objects must wear a magical suppressor to keep their internal magic at low levels. The suppressor must be worn at all times and for the remainder of their lives. However, Gwuenevere found a way to overcome this after experiencing an accident that nearly killed her. This discovery paved the way for her to develop semi-permanent core strengthening techniques. This also later enabled her to practice magic with spells that would have killed her.</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>In the Mundane Realm, fragiles are by law never to practice magic. If their kingdom allows it, low-level magic may be allowed, but higher levels are not permitted. These restrictions were put in place centuries ago after the Relic Wars, a war between Relickind over who controls the living objects in the Mundane Realm. After the war, objectkind won their independence from Relickind, but suffered the loss of many object groups, including the extinction of living weapons. To ensure the survival of objectkind, all surviving kingdoms after the war must make sure that all objects yield multiple kernels at the end of their lives. Basically, the longer the object lives, the more kernels they yield at the time of their true death. Dying too early will only yield one kernel, but dying at the end of their lives will yield multiple.</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Centuries later, the Mundane Realm is populated by a mixture of hardy and fragile objects. All hardy objects are given priority to materials for revival and repairs. This is because most hardy objects would become refits, replacing the extinct living weapons and other rare hardy objects that died out centuries ago. Refitted objects are living objects with modified cores that are stronger and more durable than other non-refitted objects. Both non-refitted and refitted hardy objects has plenty of freedom in their kingdoms. From the multitude of careers and public offices to serving as a war-object, hardy objects are given vast advantages due to their greater durability and prominence in society.</p><p></p><h4 style="text-align: left;">From my chapter super rough draft, Amelia's Draft: </h4><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">But, Amelia continues, it’s something they needed, right? Gwuenevere shakes her head. No. She found ways to protect herself from her own magic, so much so that she has no need of a suppressor. She will not be forced to give up. Amelia is shocked by Gwuenevere’s passion. They wish they still have it, but doing so now... They stop. Amelia realized what had happened to them. They were trained to be afraid of their own power. Magic is dangerous to fragile objects, but Gwuenevere’s discoveries would change everything. They need not to be afraid anymore. Amelia gives Gwuenevere their support and promise that they will keep her discoveries a secret.</p><p style="text-align: left;">While these restrictions were once created for good centuries ago, they
later fostered negative stereotypes about fragile objects. Many hardy
objects see fragiles as physically and mentally weak, requiring brave
hardies to defend them from the horrors of wars. Some hardy objects also
think that fragiles are not capable of much due to their lack of
magical education. Fragiles were seen as “in the way”, weak, feeble,
broken (for low durability objects made of soft or brittle wood, stone,
or metal), and vapid. They are taught to fear their magical potential by
their kingdoms, the hardy objects further reinforce this point of view.</p><div class="k31gt"><p><strong>The old restrictions still controlling fragile object lives are the following:</strong></p></div><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">For the entirety of their lives, Fragiles must wear a magical suppressor to keep their magic under control to prevent damage to their cores, while hardy objects don’t need to wear a suppressor to stop their magic from damaging their cores.</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">Fragiles must work “safe jobs” including recordkeeping, becoming an altrix of an abbey, serving certain low-risk establishments, etc. Any job that is deemed too rough for a fragile is not permitted. This includes any public office, as it is a requirement that a hardy object must have some experience as a war object to participate in politics. Not all safe jobs are the same in each kingdom. One job that is considered safe might be declared unsafe in another kingdom.</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">Fragiles are permitted for low-level magic for basic needs, but cannot pursue higher feats of magic. Hardy objects have the freedom to move up in their magical education and pursue magical careers.</p><p style="margin-left: 40px; text-align: justify;">Fragiles must stay in the villages of their home kingdoms of their hatching unless evacuations are in order. Travel is deemed a hazard for many fragile objects by many kingdoms. Hardy objects have freedom of movement between villages and kingdoms at any time.</p><p style="text-align: left;"> </p></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br /> </p></div></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3></div><h3 style="text-align: left;"></h3>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-6186623583403627472022-04-18T17:12:00.007-07:002022-04-18T17:12:58.580-07:00Completed Sylvania the Elven Ground Staff<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknncZB_eooYP4e_rIrx0OnH3gEBKweoD2NTiRBeUwtN126PNHVMnOm3hP6rxHh9KqkTnWfNbgoctpb1Bbg3b_aUaCzZGfXTnQqGLNT4xEGAuTXYJE1u9mp8mUtTY9B5SfQi_xvvR2CtRY9VXg8dJ9ZnL9N0p6oV4ifNt6ynWa2lSyY0Oa5gILTLtqoQ/s1680/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_LRES.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1647" data-original-width="1680" height="628" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgknncZB_eooYP4e_rIrx0OnH3gEBKweoD2NTiRBeUwtN126PNHVMnOm3hP6rxHh9KqkTnWfNbgoctpb1Bbg3b_aUaCzZGfXTnQqGLNT4xEGAuTXYJE1u9mp8mUtTY9B5SfQi_xvvR2CtRY9VXg8dJ9ZnL9N0p6oV4ifNt6ynWa2lSyY0Oa5gILTLtqoQ/w640-h628/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_LRES.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXSDKdLtoZz5uBk1zG2_YQYth8CzEHgWR3xRcSxwVSWF0jdOlZtHE-kRoD8Z5R_9iiptvXL-PAPH0Z5nnj51mRDbqTDihF--SPr45lrrg0GRLa5TuaBU55p8SoZZWuo75OTIrP-SNkIw1VaIkB3fU52nUleo2OWiYJ1R76H76e8FYuspP00T1VHFbnA/s1356/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_HRES_CLOSEUP.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1239" data-original-width="1356" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsXSDKdLtoZz5uBk1zG2_YQYth8CzEHgWR3xRcSxwVSWF0jdOlZtHE-kRoD8Z5R_9iiptvXL-PAPH0Z5nnj51mRDbqTDihF--SPr45lrrg0GRLa5TuaBU55p8SoZZWuo75OTIrP-SNkIw1VaIkB3fU52nUleo2OWiYJ1R76H76e8FYuspP00T1VHFbnA/w400-h365/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_HRES_CLOSEUP.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPegyHaJAAXzLE_P6ZnqghtubqQoKeFr-fNZvd1L3cNr64M3C9SKLJ_oteaMK5Kc6SpTFa2jnSleSDd1ZU8L_VV-EReQu0l7P67LKlzkB7Ek-xof9s918X9vSJh1lxZ98zJ5IV-jTFJHMpxr0CLZBpQqx6Ty5FNLsolPf8DNFP9G5HrkfSmuOdibUebg/s1212/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_HRES_CLOSEUP3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1212" data-original-width="837" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPegyHaJAAXzLE_P6ZnqghtubqQoKeFr-fNZvd1L3cNr64M3C9SKLJ_oteaMK5Kc6SpTFa2jnSleSDd1ZU8L_VV-EReQu0l7P67LKlzkB7Ek-xof9s918X9vSJh1lxZ98zJ5IV-jTFJHMpxr0CLZBpQqx6Ty5FNLsolPf8DNFP9G5HrkfSmuOdibUebg/w276-h400/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_HRES_CLOSEUP3.png" width="276" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35O7C1VNpImIVzJg2_zSanFAmaVzVw4gl3p2VAsgVkItFOilWVqLBmZqX6MxIg-7K5LV6PLIyafYwsTUfxMkYRTbDJtSdqAP5zc7BpMsDUhXuRar9Vd0Np8nrMenoIBcmbN3FphVErCvxF1Zzf8EHFf6oWut-qJI1gQUtnvATHhkP5z0K-G7qy4fctw/s1411/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_HRES_CLOSEUP2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1411" data-original-width="963" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35O7C1VNpImIVzJg2_zSanFAmaVzVw4gl3p2VAsgVkItFOilWVqLBmZqX6MxIg-7K5LV6PLIyafYwsTUfxMkYRTbDJtSdqAP5zc7BpMsDUhXuRar9Vd0Np8nrMenoIBcmbN3FphVErCvxF1Zzf8EHFf6oWut-qJI1gQUtnvATHhkP5z0K-G7qy4fctw/w273-h400/raid_shadow_legends_sylvania_HRES_CLOSEUP2.png" width="273" /></a></div><p></p><p>She is finally complete!!!
Sylvania the Elven Ground Staff in the style of World of Relics!
Inspired by Sylvania of the Spirit Keep from RAID Shadow Legends.</p>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205933149835121145.post-57524802245821042892022-04-18T17:10:00.002-07:002022-04-21T17:42:41.278-07:00Happy 31!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVX1fXNyKscHm2RoQa8BwIxRYXe47K6FOIaUckfWQLLWGLJEgz-60FhFYAr2mAEuZ8jYDUwJwxYBl2LyS3pQaPyOCBiKSGrcPlYayUYdTyEeWBKiBqSFeKhiy7fK6jvl1BJ_0wxbZVRWpcfnEhecVGYURG0FCJ1t30rbjudiHj8-Eo7fdDxLGSQpx9vg/s1920/Mennathrenna_Birthday_2022_31_LRES_2.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVX1fXNyKscHm2RoQa8BwIxRYXe47K6FOIaUckfWQLLWGLJEgz-60FhFYAr2mAEuZ8jYDUwJwxYBl2LyS3pQaPyOCBiKSGrcPlYayUYdTyEeWBKiBqSFeKhiy7fK6jvl1BJ_0wxbZVRWpcfnEhecVGYURG0FCJ1t30rbjudiHj8-Eo7fdDxLGSQpx9vg/w480-h640/Mennathrenna_Birthday_2022_31_LRES_2.png" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm8BC8pFZxh1-8iRoqanZMhnNFWwV5XnBqb2JbW93WhGXSL2npcdoe3aNS__svZwEZpb1oPPh8J5Z5sTZPlpvrDHU0Rk_Vammwxp7hEvZr80P4iA-3bHCic56aDC24Y2OcXATTpbW2_zRy-ZsOdBz5EV-IxeZtTulLKBN-MvU5gd2x_PxXHEeEF4VGg/s1920/Mennathrenna_Birthday_2022_31_LRES.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSm8BC8pFZxh1-8iRoqanZMhnNFWwV5XnBqb2JbW93WhGXSL2npcdoe3aNS__svZwEZpb1oPPh8J5Z5sTZPlpvrDHU0Rk_Vammwxp7hEvZr80P4iA-3bHCic56aDC24Y2OcXATTpbW2_zRy-ZsOdBz5EV-IxeZtTulLKBN-MvU5gd2x_PxXHEeEF4VGg/w480-h640/Mennathrenna_Birthday_2022_31_LRES.png" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="k31gt"><p>I just celebrated my birthday yesterday! I really wanted to post this drawing of Menathrenna yesterday, but it took a bit longer to complete!</p></div><div class="k31gt"><p>Thank you, everyone, for following me and my art! I am grateful for your support! Thank you!</p><p><br /> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="336" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gn8fi-7igtE" width="481" youtube-src-id="gn8fi-7igtE"></iframe></div><p></p></div>Penwrythehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08135591831344542023noreply@blogger.com0