Intro

Hello there, fellow wayfarer!

Oh, pay me no mind. I'm just a nameless ol' bard peddling some legends from Sverenne. Hope you like dark tales sprinkled with a dash of whimsy and half-assed, barely rendered drawings, cause that's all I have in my travelling pack at the moment.

Some Sverenne Tales

Malignant Remedy - A victorian inspired tale about a man who allegedly bottled eternal life and the city that maladroitly adjusts to this new mad reality.

The Legends of GrímR - A psychopomp, who has spent a millenium reaping souls, discovers he can defy his nature and extend the lives of those facing imminent death...albeit with major repercussions.

The Triad of Time - Discover the origins of Sverenne's peculiar gods, legends and monsters in this series of short stories.

Other Websites

I love gross, rusty steamboats, so I expect I'll put a lot of these badboys in Woxardam's harbour.

Got around to conceptualizing Morchesso's old room, finally. I promise I'm not averse to colour. His room is supposed to look exceptionally sterile. The man deprived himself of pretty much every pleasure while he matured, because he had social anxiety and instead focused on work to fill the void.

Goblins live in Stackhouses, a series of custom built homes stacked one on top of the other. They are caravan-like structures, built with mobility for the purpose of fleeing angry mobs, if ever the occassion arose. Some of these buildings rise more than ten stories high, and have the unfortunate side effect of teetering too violently in winds. This architectural shortfall led to the Great Collapse in the early 1800s, where an entire Stackhouse community toppled like dominoes to the ground. Goblins have since taken additional measures to mitigate the swaying, but many top dwellers still complain of seasickness.

Zephry grew up on the top floor of one of these establishments and had to get used to sliding furniture, sloshing tea, and quickly redistributing the weight around the apartment if ever a storm occurred. It was oft remarked that he must have had the sturdiest sea-legs, despite rarely setting foot on a boat.

I saw a Tav greeting meme, so I wrote my own companion greetings with my own characters. I'm thinking I'll illustrate it later.

I think about this rat-bastard all the time.

Old WIP is old. Maybe I'll finish it one day.

It's Trans Visibility Day, so have a rando scribble of Iza in his colours.

When Zeph first pretended to be a median, he was not well-versed in mystic hieroglyphics. So he took mathematical symbols from his engineering days and dressed them up a bit. His clients didn't seem to know the difference.

Have a random ol' scribble of Izammar being rudely woken up by one of his soldiers. (Zephry was probably pranking them again).

Art Trade OC Fest - Part 2

I made it just on time for my birthday today. ;-; 💚

Art Trade OC Fest - Part 1

Most kids grow into their eyes. Zephry grew into his nose-

Also, ignore lil' Izammar in the corner. They don't canonically meet as kids. I was just playing around with a boarding school AU.

Taking a hot minute to post some sketches of Urokmura because I think he's neat. You may not have been keeping track of recent developments but he - uh - just might be - *sweats nervously* - a dragon.

For context, Urokmura is an ancient folk hero to the Sienese, and he existed close to a thousand years before the events of Malignant Remedy.

Putting Zephry in weird positions since day one~

More old scribbles of my goblin bastard, Zephry.