previously I picked my way through the devastation inflicted on our underground foe. The air tinged with a sorcererous taint. Unnatural flames flickered on the remains of those consumed by blasting fire. The odd flicker of corrupted electricity leapt from dead grimlock to dead grimlock. Limbs and heads scattered all over. Most were the enemy … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm – The Darkness Below Pt 1
Weary travellers to Fantasy Scribbles! Come in from the nights chill. I hope your journey here wasn't too troublesome. A mercenary captain travelling by let slip some news, over an ale too many. There is to be a campaign to secure the frontier beyond the current borders. I fear it'll cause friction with the lords … Continue reading Welcome!
Previously From what I could piece together from the others, it all went wrong when we started moving further into the castle. You see dear journal, this dreadstone (now in my possession!) emits some kind of force that effects your mind. I need to study it properly to find its secrets; something I don't have … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Breakout
previously I watched the birdman (yes it is a male apparently, not sure if its from an egg though!) fly up the side of the nearest tower to us. I could see the small window it was headed for. Below him and making steady progress up the castle wall was Boreff. The human was doing … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm- Dead or Dread Pt 2
Previously... Imrith, the owner of the merchant wagon is a worried man. He's also an ungrateful one. I saved his life. Now he avoids me, muttering to himself. I was warned by Silas not everyone understands the ways of sorcery. Most fear it he told me. Well, they should do. I can't explain the surges … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Dead or Dread Pt 1
So, I've finally had time to sit down and get on with some scribblings. It's been a busy few weeks for me working through the pandemic on my big yellow fun bus (I work on an emergency ambulance for one of the UK's NHS ambulance services). A mixture of childcare (the lad is off school … Continue reading The Rise of Ishana Storm-Showdown at Gnoll Rock.
I just sent this background for my new character off to my DM for a new D&D5E game that we will be running online due to the current situation. Enjoy! Ishana was sent by her father to renegade drow Silas Wolf to master her wild sorcery abilities under his guidance. Silas tutored Ishana well, building … Continue reading I’d better watch my back!
The Party has stopped overnight in the shelter of an old castle. Most of the walls have crumbled away over time, old grey stone covered in lichen and soft, springy mosses. As the adventurers approached the castle, the GM made them roll against perception. A couple of party members noticed that some of the stonework … Continue reading Luck of the Dice…
Amazing picture! Really like the contrast between winter and the blossoming spring. Look forwards to more!
You are, in a way, what you draw. So I’m mindful of how subjects help or hinder my mood.
After a winter of studying wispy, graphite trees, I started to feel my mood turn graphite-grey too. I needed to think about the spring. Fresh greens and bright yellows!
Though we may be largely indoors, the sunlight and birds outside the window shout, “It’s spring!” And since woodland walks are off the cards, I can draw from the imagination – or photos – instead. Spring can spring in the mind.
When I dug this picture out from a pile the other day it was a bald, February watercolour . So I spruced up the branches with blossom and new leaves and walked away feeling notably happier.
And that’s something I love about art. It can take your mood on journeys. Like dreams that you can steer.
If we need cheering we…
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Really lovely post. I love looking up at the clouds and seeing what I can make into all manner of things. Perfect for a seven year old!
Today I taught my son about clouds. In this paused world, it seemed a useful life skill to take notice of the ever-changing backdrop that is the sky.
Clouds are landscapes in motion. They can alter one’s mood, inspire creativity, nurture mindfulness and foretell weather patterns. Yet they escape our notice daily
In the U.K. we now must stay home. While my partner, an EMT, is out in his ambulance, I am now Mum School. So I dug out nature books and duly bored my son with diagrams and facts about cirrus clouds and cumulonimbus till he begged me to let him get to the part where he could paint a thunderstorm. I passed him yellow paint for the lightning.
“Lightning is purple,” he corrected me. Good point. In fact, the sky is full of an extraordinary array of colours. It’s a wonder any of…
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