Featured: "Rest my Heart"
COMMISSION: Marked Target: FinaleDagestu could not stop her eyes widening in shock. She shouldn't have been surprised. True drow were cut throat, cruel, and many of them held legendary grudges and could wait centuries before having the means and know-how to strike, but Triel while hard and a no nonsense matron had always been friendly with her. She had been a guiding hand more than her mother had been. This had to be a dictation from Lolth, Dagestu had heard the whispers that the goddess had fallen silent only to return stronger than ever, but never had Dagestu dreamt that the Spider-Queen would seek her out. It shamed the priestess to know that in all her years to rebel, it only made her feel pathetic. The ingrained teaching of the Lolth priesthood burned Dagestu's insides to jelly. She really was a bad drow.COMMISSION: Marked Target: Finale by XullraeZauviir
Kill them before they kill you mentality struck her to the core. It was the first thing taught in her childhood; how true it was and one of the reasons why she turned away he
COMMISSION: Marked Target: part 1At the heart of Menzoberranzan was House Baenre. The soul of the city was chaos. Change had swept the city since the flux of powers that be had waged war against the Spider-Queen. She had emerged victorious, her son Vhaeraun and her daughter, Eilistraee were dead. Kiaransalee was also gone . . . and Ghaunadaur . . . well he crawled back under the sink hole he had oozed out of. Lolth stood unopposed as the true deity to the drow that remained. With her rebirth came need of a new matron for House Baenre, or so Quenthel told herself. It was her belief that she had been resurrected by the goddess to help her and this was her reward. A reward she earned as her ruby eyes looked over the carcass of her previous sister Triel.COMMISSION: Marked Target: part 1 by XullraeZauviir
There the tiny and unattractive corpse sat, slightly slumped to the side. A soft rustle echoed eerily across the wide expanse of the audience chamber. Quenthel turned her white haired head slightly. Just guards awaiting her orders and three strangers, two females and a ma
The Start of SomethingYOU MAY NOT USE ANY BIT OF ANYTHING I CREATE. The end. EnjoyThe Start of Something by HeroHorrocks
Caen sat at the tavern. None did she drink, only resting there. A meal of some roasted chicken and what could be called potatoes was plated on the table in front of her, though she only picked at it. The place seemed dark and quiet, despite the candles lit in every corner and men gambling or practicing some other excuse for yelling. It had taken poor Caen days to find a place fit for human life, but this was none close to being desirable.
Many a man would enter or leave the place, rarely leaving the door still, but one who entered seemed to shut at least a few yammering mouths. He was a lithe figure, and tall enough to look over most the heads in the tavern. Strange clothes wrapped around him in colors of brown and muted green -- the style was nothing Caen had ever seen before. Dark brown hair topped the stranger's head, combed away from his face leaving all features vis
Down the rabbit holeYOU MAY NOT STEAL, COPY, EDIT, OR USE ANY OF MY CHARACTERS, PLOTS, STORYLINES, OR SIMPLY IDEAS.Down the rabbit hole by HeroHorrocks
~ Down the rabbit hole
Lands of Raljuan
Erith pulled his reins, stopping the beast he rode to a halt. This is where he was told she would be. The elf slid off his mount, and scanned his surroundings. It was far from any place royalty should live; wild things crept from everywhere, and Erith was not sure if he had truly left the wilds of the woodland elves. The only sign of civilization was some form of a home built inside a tree -- also covered with wild things. No ladder or rope hung from the door, and if not for Erith's ability to find odd things in a sea of green acquired from thousands of years of life, the place would have gone unnoticed. Before he had become king, when home was of least concern to him, and all he needed to be happy was plants and a certain half-elf at his hip, that is the ki
White out Please be respectful and DO NOT use any of my characters, storyline, or ideas in general for absolutely ANYTHING.White out by HeroHorrocks
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Erith's muscles were tense. He fought even before the front line of his army against the enemy, tearing through man after man. There would be no end to his silent rage until the threat was gone. Out of the corner of his eye, Erith could see the thin brown and red figure of Caen attempting to fight her way to him, though not for the reasons one would think.
Erith's blade was battered and beaten through the slashing of flesh, and his bow was nearly always notched with a deadly arrow, waiting to pierce through bone that stood in the way of his path. Nothing would soon dare stand between the elf and his destination.
And there it was, his father stood, waiting, facing him like one of the men;
The Summoner Art Contest - CLOSED, read update
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS STILL BEING JUDGED.
The past couple weeks have just been hectic due to it being Valentine's and whatnot.
(Not to mention a couple of the people I need to get opinions from haven't been on due to their own reasons.)
Everything is set to be announced by the first week of March at the latest, however.
Thank you for your patience, and I apologise for the wait!
SUBMISSIONS ARE NOW, 100% CLOSED.
No more will be accepted from this point on.
Now comes the toughest part of all... judging. And it's going to be a difficult task indeed.
Unlike last times when I did all solely by myself, this time I will be getting some assistance from people I know who are also familiar with The Summoner, its premise/background and characters.
Final decisions will be mine, however...
I ask for everyone's patience in this, and it might not be until March that I'm able to find the time to finalise everything.
CONTEST: Wraith Human Interaction - CLOSED:iconwraithgrenadeplz:
Group Contest: Wraith and Human Interaction
Any Wraith/s interacting with any human/s, as friends or foes.
Thanks to vala70 for the contest idea and suggestions.
Submission/s must by Wraithy (this means Wraith, Queens, hybrids, retrovirused Wraith, Wraith ships, etc.). Original characters are welcome.
Any medium or multimedia is allowed, including fanfics, photomanips, 3D, cosplay, crafts, etc.
Keep entries respectful to the Wraith.
Submit as many works as you wish. Multiple entries by the same person will be grouped into 1 vote so multiple entries do not split the votes for that artist.
Submissions must be newly done for this contest and fit into the contest theme.
Mature content must be properly flagged in the dA system, but keep in mind the risk votes could be lost due to some p
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