The prayers and worried song ended here first. The dark horizon they saw hurtling towards them over the plains and past the boreal trees slammed through the lower tunnels like a heavy black smoke. Every corner became filled with it.
The darkness.
The sin of mankind.
Soon the song of disaster would end, though none in the lower caves were still alive to hear it. There was little left. The carts lay where the work stopped. Ghostly songs and pleas seemed to have bled into the walls and still echoed. And calcified revanants rested for centuries.
-Chronicle of Fyron Greymoth
I worry about posting too many maps here. I can promise that maps won't be a common thing that I post. Over the last while off I had a chance to start mapping out more of the area in one small section of the world and thought I'd share it here.
I'm gearing back up to start doing regular art again, and there will be some rough sketchwork of various people and places. Probably covered in snow since the season provides good reference.
I hope the new year is more gentle at least.
I have to start remembering to sign things with 2018 o.o
-T.J.

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2017-12-31 08:29:35 +0000 UTCTim J.
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