16 / PHS ▪gothic & medieval stuff. ▪all pics are mine unless said otherwise. ▪DM for requests, trades, or to learn more about project Reclamation
Ryan Bell (@ryan.anthony.bell) Medias
4 days ago the witch of the woods took especially long to make. At the time I had virtually no ideas for a dark age themed character, but then I got an idea, literally just a deer skull. It took the longest to come up with the rest of the body, I wanted something almost tribal, and the bone necklace and skull really help establish that. Here was the development of the witch from start to finish.
4 days ago The Witch of the woods is a heretical alchemist that inhabits the forests around Aboneigh. The Witch administers a venomous fume from the lantern it holds, its only weapon which is used against trespassers of its forest. Seen as a spirit or protector of the forests around Aboneigh, the witch has gained a great deal of respect and fear from nearby kingdoms, and on some occasions, has been the reason entire wars were postponed. Since the trench had begun to open, more and more sightings of the witch have been seen, closer and closer to Aboneigh.
1 month ago The King of Aboneigh "The Trench grows, and we fall to judgement. We lie in thorns now, in agony, despite all attempts to preserve our people. And I, the King, am alone. Alone i sit in my throne, alone I have watched the heralds ravage life, and alone, I face the Trench. my 2 knights once stood alongside me. My beloved Pewter had sacrificed much whilst beyond the gates, yet he never forgot his loyalty to Aboneigh, he wields the essence of the Trench, unscathed. My trusted brass had made home safe, and never abandoned it, a mystic scholar and loyal knight, he wields the Reclamation. In hopes the 2 live yet, or perhaps to save my civilization, I cast the blaze of silver upon the earth. This is the awakening."
1 month ago "Proof of the human flaws is the beast that was made by the human flaws. The Blegzus Beast will forever be our greatest sin. They came to us from our insatiable hunger for knowledge, man was desperate to walk within the Trench. From our desperate attempts to be greater than man, we sacrificed our own kind... and made them into beasts, A hybrid of man and god. Our sin was to defy our human bounds, and to ignore the pacts, which hold us to existence. Now the stars rise from the Trench, and judgement rises with it, in the form of a beast."
2 months ago Within the Trench of legend, the very thing that gave the Heralds obsession over moonlight, brought them cascading into the trench. The light was a lure for man, and the trench was the gaping maw. Within that maw lied entities beyond comprehension, faceless beasts ravenous for warmth, and the ruins of land that had sunk into the trench. Deeper yet into the trench, it is said... a gate to beyond the realm of fundamental boundaries awaits. To pass this gateway would be to break the boundaries between man and God, but also, to break a sacred balance. Even gods have a fear, this is what lies farthest in the trench. Gods are bound by one rule, that which exists cannot exist in nothingness, in void. All rules manifest in one way, or another, This was one of the many pacts which forged reality itself. That peculiar pact manifested into a physical form, that sought out those who were to ever pass beyond the trench completely, whether they be man or god. This form is unknown, but it's effects are clear, those who live or exist, once touched by this manifestation, eventually deformed into nothing. The deafening roars of the universe, the beginning of reality itself, and the light that shines from the unknown, called to the Heralds that day they found it, as it slowly rose... from that vessel, that obelisk, the pact of revelation. ( #deep)
2 months ago The Lord of Aboneigh passed his pewter helm to the knight, his voice sympathetic "Twill be a treacherous journey, only heartbreak and pain awaits thee." The knight looked from the helm that rested in his hands, to the Lord. The cloth that covered his shoulders had been tattered from a terrible tragedy, and he had already suffered much torment from it. "Tis all I know now, pain and heartbreak." He replied to the Lord in a firm and steady voice. "All I have cherished has eventually fallen... tis safer for everyone this way." The Lord slowly nodded in understanding and commanded his loyalists to fetch the rest of the pewter armor. It was beautiful and durable, but it would never protect the knight from what he must endure, it was given to him, as a reminder for who he was. The Pewter Knight journeyed beyond the walls of Aboneigh, in search of the Trench. (For those who haven't noticed, there is a story behind these posts, for now it's called "Reclamation". This story revolves around my OC Laurence and the Pewter Knight, who descend from two different lands; one on a journey to destroy the ominous trench, and another left scarred and terrified by the unspeakable terrors and evil within this Trench. I eventually intend to post Reclamation in its entirety, so stay tuned for more about this project!)
3 months ago The Horns of Aboneigh
The kingdom of Aboneigh had heard of the trench which spread long before the heralds or any other kingdom had fallen. It was prophesied that the trench was to be carried within those with a 7th sense, thus Aboneigh carried out its solution, the Horns of Aboneigh. The Horns were sent beyond Aboneigh with the intent to track and kill hunters or any imbued with the 7th sense. They were never told how far they were to go or when they were to return, but as loyalists, they obliged to their duty and covered all land that could be reached. Aboneigh slowly fell into the trench long after the horns left, the spread of the trench reaching the kingdom despite its defensive efforts... As for the Horns, they too were exposed to the trench, but they never fell in. They may have became tainted versions of their former selves, but they never stopped their duty.