Fantasyart Stories

A collection of random thoughts and other poetry crap that came to mind. And some of my favorite poems and quotes.

Siren are evil creature who attracts the sailors with their beautiful voice and presence

YAY SECOND ART BOOK i post mostly digital art because i keep forgetting to post the traditional art. mews. anyways i update every couple weeks or so enjoy chat

After fifteen years spent in nothingness, one morning Kenan opens his eyes to the world again. Although he cannot live, the passing years stand in his face mercilessly and ask him for compensation for the time he has lost. But since nothing is as he left it, adjusting to the new world he suddenly finds himself in is harder than he expected. He is now a stranger to everything he once knew by heart.

Villain Protagonists who will be victorious or defeated in the story, just read on to find out

Dominate undead politics through cunning and violence! Will a missing Prince give you the opening to betray your sire and seize power? Or will you remain loyal?

Dominate undead politics through cunning and violence! Will a missing Prince give you the opening to betray your sire and seize power? Or will you remain loyal?

Guardian of the Pit In the heart of a forsaken basin, drowned in perpetual twilight, one sentinel remains. Bound by a forgotten oath, haunted by an undying curse, he walks a lonely path between monstrosity and duty. Surrounded by shadows, both within and without, his vigil is eternal, his burden absolute. Experience a tale of profound solitude, echoing sacrifice, and the crushing weight of guarding a darkness that never sleeps. #DarkFantasy #FantasyArt #Gothic #CreatureConcept #Guardian #Solitude #Cursed #FantasyIllustration #Tragedy #ShortStory #Ilay #GuardianOfThePit #ConceptArt #MonsterArt

Swing a sword, delve dungeons, and lead a resistance against the tyrannical queen of a war-torn fantasy realm. Will you be an elf, orc, dwarf, or human?

Stranded on the desolate shores of Araman, the weary Eldarim host waits. Haunted by the shadows of the past and exhausted by their long journey, they look across the sundering sea, clinging to the promise of ships that will return for them. But hope turns to horror as the distant horizon burns crimson, signaling not rescue, but catastrophe. A chilling realization dawns - they are trapped, abandoned. Faced with an impossible choice, their leaders resolve to undertake the most perilous path imaginable: a desperate march across the grinding, deadly ice of the Helcaraxë. This episode delves into the agonizing wait, the dawning dread under a fiery sky, the grim council that sealed their fate, and the crushing discovery of betrayal upon finally reaching the far shore. It's a story of endurance against impossible odds, the weight of leadership, simmering rage, and the profound personal grief born from broken kinship under the cold, new sun of a hostile land. Experience the harsh beauty, the despair, and the grim resolve through narrative and accompanying art.

Grim Lackman is a fictional character known for his intimidating and sinister appearance. Standing at an imposing height, he cuts an imposing figure that immediately instills fear in those who encounter him. Grim has a rugged and weathered face, with deep-set eyes that seem to hold a constant darkness within them. His eyes, which are a piercing shade of icy blue, give off an air of coldness and cruelty. They are often described as windows into his malicious soul. His thin, gaunt features are accentuated by prominent cheekbones and a sharp jawline, evoking a sense of skeletal-like structure to his face. His hair, jet-black and unkempt, hangs just above his shoulders, framing his unsettling and piercing eyes. One of Grim's most distinctive features is his sinister smile. When he grins, it sends shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness it. His lips are thin and appear almost reptilian, adding to his overall unsettling countenance. Grim Lackman's attire matches his eerie appearance. He is often seen dressed in dark, tattered clothing, which gives him an air of malevolence and mystery. The clothes hang loosely on his tall frame, almost as though they cannot contain his intimidating presence. In addition to his physical appearance, Grim is known for his distinct voice. His voice is deep and gravelly, with an underlying tone of menace that echoes with every word he speaks. It adds to his aura of danger and unpredictability. Overall, Grim Lackman's appearance is designed to embody a figure of darkness and evil. From his chilling eyes to his gaunt and intimidating features, he strikes fear into the hearts of those who dare to cross his path.

I have insomnia and sometimes I stay up all night home brewing dnd races for fun, so I thought I'd share, also did art for all of them

history of henry bowles

"If it lives, we can slay it. And then burn it, just to make sure it doesn't come back from the dead," she said. "...does that happen often?" he asked. "Slaying? Yeah, duh? It's what we're here to do in the first place, dummy." "I meant the coming back from the dead part." "Eh. More often than you'd like." "Great. Just great." Walking away from a life drenched in senseless bloodshed, Raksha embarks on the Warrior's Pilgrimage. In doing so, he strives to hone his mind, spirit, and martial skills, and he swears to abide by the Ancient Code's tenets of honor and compassion. He definitely did not expect to run into Sadea, a powerful sorceress who loves silk, jewels, and killing things for fun and profit. Neither did he expect to be stuck with her as they fight murderous mutants, vicious monsters, and demons. She calls their entanglement a beautiful partnership, but it's the last thing he needs. Or so he thinks.

I'm a mid level artist as far as skill and have a lot to learn. But art work is my career. I am a digital and pixel artist. I mostly work in concept art, comic art, and sprite work for games and adoptable sims. In this book I will be showing off some of my work for various projects I have in the works and commissions I am working on.

The fictional continent of Aryantara, a vast land divided into seven realms ruled by mystical sects and ancient dynasties. At its heart lies Devpur, a mountain city where the balance between mortals and the divine is slowly breaking. Strange energies called Pranashakti Currents swirl in the skies, granting power to those who can harness them - but also birthing monstrous entities from their chaos. In the quiet border town of Viranagar, an orphan named Arin lives a humble life as a blacksmith's apprentice. Unknown to him, his dormant spirit once belonged to one of the Great Flames - a divine guardian destroyed in a battle of gods. When his blood touches a mysterious ancient relic, a long-forgotten fire awakens within him, marking him as the successor of the Eternal Flame Sect, believed extinct for a thousand years. Forced to flee after the relic's power draws the attention of sect assassins and imperial scholars, Arin begins a journey across Aryantara to master his reborn strength.

David Blackwell was a striking figure, commanding attention with his tall and imposing stature. Standing at six feet two inches, he possessed a strong and athletic build that exuded power and confidence. With a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, David's facial features were strikingly handsome. His dark, tousled hair added to his allure, framing his face in a way that accentuated his square jaw and defined cheekbones. A hint of stubble on his sharp chin only enhanced his rugged appeal. His eyes, like two orbs of sapphire, held a depth that could captivate anyone who dared to meet his gaze. Their intensity was matched only by his commanding presence, as if he could see through all pretenses and lay bare the truth with a single glance. David's broad shoulders, sculpted from hours spent in the gym, gave him a sense of strength and authority. He carried himself with a confident posture, never slouching or wavering in his stride. Whether in tailored suits or casual attire, his clothes always seemed to fit him perfectly, accentuating his physique and adding a touch of sophistication to his rugged charm. His hands, large and well-manicured, exuded both strength and grace. They often held a pen or a drink, their movements deliberate and precise, as if every action was measured and calculated. His voice, deep and resonant, commanded attention whenever he spoke, leaving a lasting impression on anyone who had the privilege of hearing it. David Blackwell's appearance was undoubtedly captivating and magnetic, drawing people into his orbit with his striking features, commanding presence, and undeniable charm.