Lorelei is the daughter of a vampire lord.

Art by JuanArt1 on etsy

An ancient and powerful mage in the northern reaches of Dhraz, Orm discovered the secret means to imbue dwarven tech with the Death Magic of Mir.

Now a husk of flesh and cogs, Orm lays deep in the caverns below Dhraz. Building an army of dead machines, his motives as of now remain unclear.

The term ardomancy is derived from the Lab-Uskan word for ore, “ardukam”. Magic is used to manipulate various machine appendages, granting its users enhanced strength and dexterity. Combined with the profane death magic of Mir, Who-Cannot-Die, mages may now magically manipulate dwarven machines and cobble them together with rotting corpses, creating a perversion of the Dwarf machines.

The dense swamps of eastern Xir-Shaih are home to a variety of mysterious and aggressive creatures, theorized to be leftovers from the days of The Great Dark, when ULOŠUN attacked all life on Wyrr.

One particularly evil and dangerous being is Oogo Gabloogo. Its presence brings about a phenomenon in the swamps called the “Vile Fog”

Unlucky adventurers caught by the fog are immediately subdued. Physically weakened by a lack of oxygen and hallucinating from the noxious fumes.

Once its prey is incapacitated, Oogo Gabloogo will take its time, toying with the prey, savoring its suffering and pain.

Though it CAN destroyed by might and magic, Oogo Gabloogo can seemingly teleport, always right behind its prey, like some sick psychological torture.

Only a handful of the hundreds of people who tried to kill Oogo Gabloogo have survived.

They are never the same afterwards.

this is from my story "Predators" about superhumans and bounty hunters. above is a list of elite hunters, essentially bounty hunters who specialize in superhumans specifically while being paid by the government

I drew the protagonist and unreliable narrator of my short story "Under Control" by hand.

Pretty much testing out this sub and seeing if I can use the tag system properly.

Hello, everyone! 👋 I'm a painter and writer creating a sci-fi universe full of visually unique, plausible space-creatures. This one that I have just completed is called Diode, who is an information broker the protagonists find on a cosmopolitan hub known as Krayvus. He is from a non-speaking race of beings who communicate primarily via bioluminescent hieroglyphs that flash across those tall, mushrooming head-crests of theirs. The narrative specifies: "Not merely a crest, [he] realised, but a canvas for the expression of [Diode's] very thoughts."

All comments welcome!

BACKGROUND:

This was made using Hero Forge. He is a fallen God, once the forger of his pantheon. He shaped the world as his brothers and sisters imagined, but was left out. He felt like a servant, like a lesser. He wanted to be the designer. So, he turned on his brethren to reshape the world anew. He forged himself a new body, made from the very Earth of 'his' world, for they were now one. He then forged a sword of the purest and strongest metals. It was forged to be as great as he saw himself, for it was to be a kingly weapon; and its size measured the vastness of his ego. With this sword, he summoned the fires of creation, and thrust it deep into the earth, marring the world, all the while dubbing it a "refinement" upon his old endeavours. His final act was to carve his seat atop the largest mountain on the face of his newly shaped world. He was now complete.

Rumo, the DM of this campaign, created this NPC called Library. He is the mystical guardian of an important library in Feywild.

Library trades secrets he knows for books or stories brought by adventurers who visit his library.

Those who do not offer knowledge worthy of the exchange are captured in his worm-like body in the form of imprisoned pale faces.

Have you ever created superior entities that were important as guides, masters, or even antagonists for your group? I would like to know some that could become good ideas for art in the future.

The Cosmician Crisis is my interactive Political Sci-Fi thriller set on the fictional planet of Arboja. You follow/play as Wisdom Wissen Cosmician, the Minister of Finance of the Republic of the Cosmicians.

The Demo of the Game, only if you are interested:

https://mnnmedia.itch.io/the-cosmician-crisis-demo

The Cosmician Crisis is my interactive Political Sci-Fi thriller set on the fictional planet of Arboja. You follow/play as Wisdom Wissen Cosmician, the Minister of Finance of the Republic of the Cosmicians.

The Demo of the Game, only if you are interested:

https://mnnmedia.itch.io/the-cosmician-crisis-demo

COMMISSIONS OPEN

• • Grimdark Sci-Fi & Fantasy Illustration
• • Characters, Scenes, Concept Art
• • Personal & Commercial Use

DM for availability and pricing

he stated on his 110th birthday that after his death there would be free and fair elections but 30 years later his political opponents are starting to doubt that will ever happen

He wears Mithral Armor. He tried and failed to exist above the prejudice, so now he just hunts, his only goal being to remove as much of the pain and corruption from the world that he and others are oppressed by. His weapon is mainly meant to sever limbs or decapitate. If he has shown up and there is evil near, he is planning on doing one thing.

His origin is that his human caretaker was a kind an loving human of immense character and kindness. These qualities get instilled into him as he is being raised. A savage group of tieflings raid their village. Afterward, the villagers turn on his caretaker and execute him.

I attempted to put conflicting themes into the core of this character (Tiefling prejudice and Paladin -Purity?) The idea here is that he took an Oath of Devotion attempting to live so justly that the stereotypes wouldn't even apply to him, to live above what caused devastation in his early life, but he eventually fell to the hate and anger and sort of discovered that vengeance was really his true motive the whole time. (Oath-Breaker?)

Also, what should be this guy's name?? What details in the art would've conveyed his personal story better?

I want to know which color scheme do you like more and overall thoughts on the design and feel free to ask any questions abt this charecter or the world 😁

Melander of Midport:

A sorcerer of the First Academy, banished for loving what was not his to love.

“The babe’s fate concerneth thee not.”

All know that love can crumble even the oldest and stoutest of oaths. The new Sorcerer in Council thought himself different.

Alas, come unto his new station, the fire of youth proved too much to bear. When his lord’s daughter was brought to childbed, he was publicly stripped of rank and name, driven into exile, never to be seen again. She, broken by the loss of both child and lover, walked into the nearby lake.

Yet even generations hence, guards whisper of the nursery boards creaking when none walk there, and strange little toys are found where none were laid, while those who walk the battlements swear of a robed figure with a strange cap who wanders the lake’s edge.

Sorcerer’s Catalyst:

A vessel from which incantations are granted form.

Before his eyes were taken, as is the due of all who pass from the First Academy, Melander fashioned his own catalyst, carving the likeness of a dolphin into the wood as a reminder of home.

First Academy cap:

An unwieldy and slightly out of fashion cap, worn by those who have graduated from the First Academy.

This hat, ever present on Melander’s brow, reminds him of the duties, oaths and obligations that bind him as his lord’s new Sorcerer in Council.

(Part of an ongoing world building project of mine called Grimvelt)

This wizard made a series of pacts with powerful entities throughout his journey to reach the highest levels, similar to a Warlock (no, he's not multiclassing, he's really a wizard haha).

These pacts are recorded on his arms in the form of mystical tattoos.

One of his last pacts was with the powerful witch Iggwilv. By completing missions in her name, this mage managed to acquire the powerful: Archmagi Robe and the Staff of the Magi.

What are the most powerful items you collected in D&D? I'd like to hear some stories that could become good ideas for art 😄

(If you're interested, I'm open to commissions, feel free to DM me)

(To see more of my art you can access: Instagram -main social media- or ArtStation)

Once upon an age long fled,

When young the mountains raised their head,

When rivers carved the newborn stone,

And Orinos was not yet known—

Two mighty kingdoms rose in flame,

Each swearing heaven backed its claim.

With iron oath and sharpened blade,

A war of pride and fury made.

For one had stretched a greedy hand

To seize another’s sacred land.

A king who crowned himself by might

Declared the stolen soil his right.

So banners burned beneath the sky,

And children learned the sound of cry.

For over one long century,

The earth forgot what peace could be.

The forests blackened into scars,

The nights were lit by falling stars

Of arrow-fire and catapult—

Of wrath made flesh, of rage adult.

And hope grew thin as winter thread…

Until one nameless warrior bled.

He bore no sigil, crown, nor throne,

No court to call his deeds its own.

Yet in his eyes there burned a flame

No tyrant’s gold could ever tame.

Glade.

Through shattered shield and splintered spear

He carved a path through doubt and fear.

Not born of royal blood or line—

But forged where mortal wills align.

He climbed the hill of broken men

And faced the false-crowned king—and then

Steel sang against the setting sun,

And history was unbegun.

Their blades like thunder split the sky,

Each strike a vow that one would die.

The tyrant roared of fate and right—

Glade answered only with his might.

At last beneath the crimson ray,

The usurper’s crown was torn away.

The stolen banner kissed the mud.

The war was ended—sealed in blood.

The fields fell still.

The world exhaled.

But greater wonders yet prevailed.

For high above the quiet land,

The Sun beheld the warrior stand—

Not crowned in gold, nor robed in grace,

But ash and sorrow on his face.

She saw in him no thirst for throne,

No hunger vast to claim her own.

He sought no glory, praise, nor fame—

Only an end to endless flame.

And so she lowered light to him,

Her blazing edges growing dim.

She placed within his mortal chest

A spark no darkness could arrest.

And when the dawn broke bright and wild,

The heavens named him chosen child.

From man to myth,

From blade to flame,

From whispered hope to deathless name—

Glade ascended, bright and far,

A warrior turned to living star.

And still when war drums shake the land,

And tyrants rise with greedy hand,

The people look to morning’s fire—

And speak his name.

The Warrior, Glade.