An artbook! Because those aren't just TOTALLY overdone... heheheh--
I love looking at other people's art. So I thought maybe someone would like to look at mine.
This includes both pencil sketch and digital art. Mostly stuff of my OCs though, and the...
The only warning for this is that it contains lore for my TES AU, that is all, thank you...
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Long ago, before the history of Algard was written down, the Takyling hero Zahjim sealed away the demon Sutur in the Ebony Mountain by use of an Elder Scroll. Sutur vanished, Zahjim fell, and the great mountain grew quiet, and for a long time afterward Muspelheim was peaceful, and flourished with life abounding. It seemed that brave Takyling warrior had succeeded in his quest to save his people from the Demon's fire and wrath, for they lived with little conflict amongst the races of Algard -- but fate was unkind, and for all his bravery and sacrifice, Zahjim had not properly used the artifact that took his life. Ebony Mountain and the demon inside it were like an hourglass that would one day run out of sand, and one fateful day, it did.
What started as a tumultuous quaking of the ground soon spiraled into chaos. Ebony Mountain erupted into flames with a roar, the air was clouded with ashes and smoke, the land was scorched, everything that made it out of the blazing heat fled far from the mountain. But it was not enough, Muspelheim was overtaken by bloodthirsty hellspawn who sought out anything that breathed and destroyed it. Cities burned, crops shriveled and died, animals collapsed, lives ended.
The land was wasted within weeks, the Takyling people had been pushed below ground, and would soon be destroyed like Zahjim before them -- but there was a spark of hope, one last option remained, and though it was dangerous, death was certain if they stayed and hid.
But where could they go? North and East they would face the persecution of the Giants in Jotunheim, and they could not traverse the mountains. West was nothing but the open sea. As Sutur's armies pushed ever farther from Ebony Mountain, the Takyling could only flee South, into the lands of the Elves, Alfheim and Svartalfheim. All they could hope was that the Elves would let them stay, even if only for a little while.
They fashioned cloaks the color of the scorched earth, banded together and fled Muspelheim, abandoning the wastes which remained of the land their people had called home, fleeing Southward without proper provision, and with little hope of making it to the river that separated them from their southern neighbors.
By then the smoke from Ebony Mountain had tainted the skies of nearby nations. The Chief of Jotunheim gathered an army of the strongest Jotun and prepared for an invasion, the Council of Alfheim immediately set to divulging the cause of the disturbance and preparing for a threat, and the Matriarch of Svartalfheim sent forth sorcerers and spies to investigate and hold their borders. The spies returned with news that Takyling were fleeing in numbers towards the river border, the Myrkmer of Svartalfheim panicked, thinking it an invasion of sorts. The Matriarch heard what the spies relayed and ordered a force to come with her across the river, where they'd meet the Takyling on Muspelheim soil.
A small army of Myrkmer along with princess Amythesah and her consort, crossed the river with abundant supplies on their ships by the Matriarch's orders. They met the Takyling on the other side, but the sight was not an army prepared for invasion, but orphans and widows, all injured, starving, weeping and frightened. The Myrkmer were shocked to see the polar opposite of what they had expected, but the Matriarch and her family ordered them to quickly gather the refugees into the ships and distribute the supplies. All crossed the river back to Svartalfheim before Sutur's hellspawn could overtake them. Being deathly afraid of the water, the demons did not follow after them.
The Takyling have lived side-by-side with the Myrkmer ever since their exodus and the Rending of Muspelheim; though there have always been a select few who resented the Matriarch for her hasty decision-making. The tomb of Zahjim and the Elder Scroll buried alongside him were forever lost, and Sutur continues to reign over the country, though it now lies in the ocean, separated from the rest of Algard.
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