Description: An illustration of a city street at night. In the foreground is a car on fire. Shadowed by the flames is a person holding a sword, walking on top of the car.
Otherplace, of stained glass and fractured reality 🍃🫧
Across the blade was a patchwork of stained glass. Each pane of glass was one of four colours - blue, green, pink, and purple - and it seemed that each of those shades looked out to a distinct scene. Peering through the pale blue squares, it looked as if the sword was at the bottom of a sunny, shallow sea. Bright sunbeams caught on bubbles, and in the distance the dark shadow of fish darted on unfelt currents. Through the green glass, a windy forest at sunset. Leaves flew in the air, picked from the canopy by the warm evening breeze. The pink glass put the sword atop a high rise building, fireworks lighting up the night sky, smoke in the air, stars twinkling. Through the purple glass, only a murky, purple ooze could be seen, the concoction too opaque to glean any further information. You lean back, and gaze at the sword. A small part of you wonders if, from the other side of the window, does anything gaze back?
This one was fun, it’s nice to work on a short but intricate animation loop :}
Yesterday’s sword!
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Two blades that seem inexplicably drawn to each other. One appears to be comprised of a true unicorn's horn and the other contains the preserved eye of a dragon. When held, the wielders reported feeling a tug in the direction of the other sword and reported a compulsion to follow. Distance, nor plane, seems to deter the feeling - per Pathfinder, Guide who had accidentally managed to test it from the First World.
Slowly catching up. Wanted to knock more of these out but I should stop drawing at 2 am, it's bad practice.
Sun
"In a time long past, the sun was capricious and shone as it liked, and there was nothing to make it behave; night and day were uneven and unpredictable. The great wyrm at the world's heart, begged by all the peoples of the world to help them, slithered out of her deep den, seized the unruly sun in her jaws, and shook it vigorously to cure it of its trickery. Once it was thoroughly humbled, she plucked out an eye to become the moon and keep watch, so that the sun would be shamed into behaving.
This sacred blade, forged by the priest-knights of the depths, is a tribute to that ancient myth; in its presence, sun-spirits and solar monsters quail, and their flames weaken."