A drawing of a car salesman talking to a client. The salesman gestures at a car, whose windows are removed and replaced with a photoshopped map of Exalted setting, Creation. The captions say "slaps Imperial mountain" at the top and "this bad boy can fit so many fucking apocalypses in it" at the bottom.

Day 31 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge: Make a Funny Exalted Meme

The hardest of them all! Sadly I have none new at hand, but I had an old idea I haven't executed properly yet.
The best I can do is do a meme. "Funny" is the hard bit xD

This silly-ass She-Ra version of Moray Darktide remains one of my favorite pieces I made from the #ExaltedArtChallenge this year. Fills my heart with happy each time I see it
#exalted #ttrpg #shera #cartoon #fanart

A short story on a beige background ‘I’d never have imagined you becoming a bureaucrat in your old age.’ ‘I’ve always known your imagination is as weak as your punches.’ Two Princes of the Earth stared each other down with the same vigor they felt two centuries prior, and with like vigor burst into laughter. ‘Come, sit, Larin, you look weathered.’ ‘The seasons were harder on me than the years have.’ Arashi poured the Cathak dragonlord tea. The old soldier tasted with delight. ‘You figured it out, I see?’ ‘Took a while and I still had to ask Lanai for help. Without her, I would need to brew tea like a regular person.’ ‘I wouldn’t wish such destiny on the most impatient of men.’ The Air aspect bowed his head with mock gratitude, but shot a sharp look at his companion under the annoyingly bushy eyebrows. ‘How can I help you?’ ‘By not getting involved. You will get news in the next few days. Send only as much as you don’t need.’ Arashi weighed his hearthmate’s words. ‘Ah. Thank you. Arada will understand, eventually.’

Day 30 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge : Signature Character

Had to be Arashi. The version of him was born way earlier than the "canon" version, but a part of his arc in the original campaign was a flimsy Sidereal promise that he'd play a part in saving house Tepet from ruin. Maybe this one will.

A short story on a beige background ‘Em? You know this place?’ asked Rima ‘I’ve never seen this in my life’ His mentor spoke, warned of this. Memories of not-him, bubbling up to the surface, previous holders of this power stirred into the thoughts of the inheritor. Very odd. River seemed fully ignorant of the exchange. ‘This shadow play is incredible. I can’t imagine the time required to... the history...’ Under the Calibration sky, the tiled floor was now a screen against which an intricate rendition of the surrender of Malfeas, played in shadows and shapes. ‘Come on, this is a distraction’ Emerald Rain said, ‘We need to get the stone.’ *** For the grandeur of the entry hall, the rest of this place was barren, not in a manner of a place stripped of robbers, but a structure build for purpose. It was an engineer’s and forger’s place. Em’s Essence stirred at the cultivated geomancy unbroken despite calamities, the Hearthstone produced here would be a boon to any who sought mastery at an anvil, rather than on a field of battle.

A short story on a beige background Nobody knew what the statue is of. It seemed to change with the season, the moon, the time of day. It couldn’t be true, of course, it was solid stone, mossy base to rain-washed top. And yet. The locals built their entire time around it, figured out every shape across generations. They can tell every relevant time just glancing at the accursed thing. I cannot tell whether they they all play an elaborate prank on outsiders, or the figure really changes shape and exhibits regularity. Drawings fails to capture the complexity and memory is not trustworthy. One day I thought I stared so hard trying to spot changes as-they-allegedly-happen that desperate for excitement my mind conjured whispers and murmurs. I left after a month, I was feeling increasingly unwelcome, the residents jealous of my connection to the stone idol. I am begging you for a troop of loyal soldiers to secure the site and conduct more research. I will be easy to find the place. The statue dominates the horizon.

A short story on a beige background ‘Are you sure you wanted me to see this?’ ‘Shut up’ ‘Listen, I could see it to the end of my days and it wouldn’t tire me, but I’m not sure it was worth the barrel.’ ‘Shut up.’ *** ‘No, but really, why would you try to do a front flip, in full armor, over an open barrel of wine?’ ‘Sun almighty, it’s been two days!’ ‘And I am still drunk just smelling your clothes! I should get upwind from you, at least one of us should be respectable tomorrow!’ *** ‘... the distance was right, but the leg room got in the way, and at the apex we got a might crack against the ceiling beam and an almost painterly splash, as the crimson wine escaped its barrel-shaped prison and Huma plunged head, shoulders, and up to the hips into the barrel, bravely taking place of the runaway liquid!’ ‘You wouldn’t have cared if it worked’ ‘If we could turn back time, I would! I promise! But only because now I know that the alternative was only a good anecdote for the prince’s guests!’

Day 27–29 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

Finally caught up again.

We're almost to the end of this month of highlighting this year's #ExaltedArtChallenge! Some surprise medical challenges on top of convention rush didn't allow me to participate as much as I'd like, but I just have to say how much of a joy it's been to watch you all work!😌

A short story on a beige background. Two figures in elegant clothes stood on a mountain peak, admiring the work of architecture unfolding before them. ‘By my estimations of the angles, it would pierce the heavens before it’s halfway done’ ‘Is such a thing even possible?’ ‘I am not sure any of us is ready to learn’ Sagacious Larin and Stalwart Polomi sipped of their perfectly steeped tea. ‘They are doing the task assigned. We can hardly complain.’ ‘I tried and was reprimanded for an insulting lack of ambition. They have so many fingers and still had to use an abacus to count all my alleged transgressions.’ They knew somewhere on the walls was a grey figure scuttling about with hammer, chisel, and a bag of blueprints. ‘I told you it was a bad idea to summon Rimvidas’ ‘Only after we’ve already done it.’ ‘We are majestically ruined, aren’t we?’ ‘if we allow this thing’s completion, it will surpass the Imperial Mountain’ The duo sipped more tea and started revising what they know about interrupting contracts.

A short story on a beige background. Nirai couldn’t resist the trepidation, despite all the preparation and still-burning ambition. It was a great honour, not just to be chosen, but also anointed and to join the sacred defenders. And yet the thought of his current life ending was frustrating. He shook the foolish thought away. The strangers were claiming too much territory. It wasn’t going to be long before they breach the city and claim the moon’s effigy for themselves. The horns carried the summoning into the preparation chambers. It was time. *** Nirai flexed the razor-sharp claws, absent-mindedly scoring the wooden table. ‘I am so sorry, not used to.. old habit’ ‘It’s fine. You will learn. Better to ruin the table, than our aides.’ ‘My bedding is torn as well’ ‘Many of us have realised such comforts are impractical’ The conversation with his new sergeant went into the night, as a new pangolin beastman chosen by Humble Request, the god of this region, joined the ranks of his peers.

A short story on a beige background. Venturing into the shifting lands was a rite of passage in the village. Everybody who returned had a gift to benefit the community. Old Rhaig’s four arms made him the best carpenter around, and nobody could challenge the waterbreathing Norri at gathering oysters for trade. Yuhi hoped she would get a good gift as well. *** A cruel trick of fate, the shifting lands rejected her entirely, no change came, even months after she returned, nothing was there. The only thing she brought from the excursion were minor scratches from the frenzied jaguar and general exhaustion. Nobody said anything... but also nobody said anything. She would probably be like that too. Zhai came back with a cute monkey tail, everybody’s roof really liked that. *** When the plague came and only Yuhi resisted its pull by some trick of fate, she managed to bring medicine for all from a town far away. Nobody ever thought to wonder if the shifting lands really rejected her all these years ago.

A short story on a beige background. ‘How are you living near these beasts?’ The question was hushed, but it still spooked a small bird hiding in the same bush as them. ‘By not bothering them. They just want to eat, so we leave their favourite branches alone when we forage ourselves.’ Both women obserwer a silver-backed emperor sloth bend a tree trunk to itself to munch on its fruit with noises which probably wouldn’t be so disgusting if the massive animal deemed it wise to munch them faster. ‘We tried taming them, actually. Went poorly. Never tried again. But it can be done.’ This piqued Amaris’ attention. ‘How do you know?’ ‘A man passed by our town once, used one of them as a mount. Terrible idea, sloped back, barely faster than walking. But Big Orso new tricks, so that was fun to see as long as they stayed.’

Day 23-26 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge
Of course once I started writing the scenes flowed out, but I did need to settle on a demon and a beastfolk, which were my core blockers.

Art showing a Neomah from the ttrpg Exalted. Subject is a purple-skinned, feminine figure wearing a strappy top and loose pants. They are studded with gold piercings and have dark tattoos. They are wearing a pair of rose-tinted glasses.

Rose tint my world keep me safe from my troubles and pain~

It's #ExaltedArtChallenge day 23, which is demons! I present Aidana, a Neomah who serves as the manager for my Infernal, Radiant Bull.
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Art of a possum wearing a straw hat, a button up shirt, tie, and suspenders. A banner in front of him reads "Jasper Possumson" and the text below that reads "Attorney at Paw"

Today was a day for a quick piece for the #ExaltedArtChallenge (Day 22, Familiar). I present to you, Jasper Possumson, the familiar of my Exigent Chases the Setting Sun. He handles the paperwork on the ship.
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A short story on a beige background. The armor was eating the distance like it was nothing, but the same could not be said about its pilot. ‘If I knew... I would never... could have... told me...” she exhaled more than spoke, the expressed irritation helped her stay focused. The strider was left for her by the previous holder of the exaltation, but Luna’s grace did not extend to granting Kolina the training and endurance needed to puppeteer a gigantic suit of armor from within. ‘Thought... we were... supposed ...to not need...’ Sadly, she had neither the training nor the time to get comfortable with the machine, as the goblin horde was too close to the enclave. ‘Would you like to engage combat arrays?’ The sudden voice startled the your Lunar so much she, and by extension the warstrider, took a tumble, carving a ditch across a field of cabbage. ‘Who under heavens are you?’ ‘I am the voice interface of Lens of the Firmament. Would you like to engage the stabilizers?’ ‘I’m good’ grumbled Kolina. ‘but about the combat arrays...’

Day 21 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

I never got to play with warstriders in any Exalted game, which is a pity. But I suppose I find the idea of training to use one more entertaining than actually playing a skilled pilot.

Art depicting a golden mecha with a large shield emblazoned with a golden eye in its forward facing hand, and a spear pointed away from the viewer in its trailing hand. It is in front of a dark blue background with clouds and beams of light.

#ExaltedArtChallenge day 21, Warstrider! I've never actually had one in one of my games, so I just kinda made up an orichalcum one. Out of my normal depth on it, but I'm pleased!
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A short story on a beige background. ‘I do not understand this’ ‘I am certain I can explain, if you would only deem to tell me what baffles you so.’ ‘You made this? This tiny thing?’ ‘Yes! I love it, it’s incredible’ ‘You used to make warstriders, your weapons cleaved behemoths!’ the god got heated. ‘Yes. And now I make clothes and my blades cleave fabrics.’ 'You are wasting your talents, Hou. Terribly so. And wasting the moonsilver, too.’ ‘You are a god of war, you would think so, wouldn’t you.’ Hou wagged a finger clothed in a fine silvery glove. ‘I can still create weapons to shake the foundations of Yu-Shan. It would be easy. But this? This is fine work, Jl’km. It required patience, clarity, no shortcuts. I worked my ass off trying to figure it out.’ The tip of the gloves index finger extended into a needle, and the thumb hardened into a thimble. ‘Took me as long as the Splitter to make it happen. And the things I can make with it require a different understanding still. My talents would be wasted on something easy for me.’

And day 20 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

I love writing pieces that are somewhat rooted in First Age, because it means I can come up with any bullshit and it will probably be feasible.

Today: a moonsilver tailor's glove which can turn into a number of tools, thimble, needles, and scissors included.

A short story on a beige background. Amitaba was burning. After the threat of the Hunt chased its resplendent defenders away, there were few who could face the bandits at the next harvest. ‘Spring Tides!’ Darsha’s voice carried across the glade, resounding brightly against the standing stone as if it was of crystal rather than rough rock. ‘Help! The village is burning!’ Silence. Now that she looked around, the lights seemed dimmed. Fine. She can do it herself. She fought with the Red Piss raiders. Ordering some peasants around wasn’t going to be difficult. *** The line held at the old lighthouse, but only just. If the bandits didn’t lose interest... Sarun was nursing a nasty burn, still holding on the old river prayers. Darsha swore, drawing aghast gazes. *** Sword found a fragile crack in the shrine-stone. ‘Talk to me, you asshole! You could have helped!’ ‘I couldn’t’ a faint voice. ‘But it’s okay. You will have the power that matches your currents.’ ‘Fuck your power, you will heal my grandfather’ The flames of exigence came anyway.

A short story on a beige background. Scrumptious. Lavish. Rich. Aromatic. Lots. Yummy. Wasteful. About damned time. The hearth wasn’t going to agree regarding the words to offer their host regarding the feast she’s thrown for them. The centerpiece was a lovely roast side of the behemoth they’d slain, prepared in local herbs, easily enough for all at the table to take the customary seconds and thirds and still leave enough for the servants. ‘My lady, are your cooks certain the beast is safe for you to consume?’ ever gallant, Flickering Rai asked of the mortal governor who wouldn’t benefit from the furnace of a dragon’s gullet. To everybody’s surprise, the host blushed under the powder. ‘Yes, we tried. This is the first piece which bore no ill effect to the testers. We will send the pieces to the families of the unfortunate ones, as a funeral offering’ ‘My lady is as considerate, as she is gracious.’ said Rai, quenching a barb about feeding the hungry ghosts before it migrated from her mind to her tongue.

A short story on a beige background. Water is wet. The sun always rises. Nobody wants to be the prince of Zbrocze. For a time, the prince was found among travellers and invited from distant lands. Didn’t stick. The news always spread. Some say it’s the location. Living in a city dangling over an eerily straight canyon is unsettling even on a windless days. But even the land-bound Princes hate existing. Nobody wants to be the prince of Zbrocze. Some say it’s the duties, but they are boring, not terrible. Some think it’s the reputation, but the riches made many forget their dishonors. Nobody ever looked into the position’s heavy diadem, golden with silver, and adorned with ruby gems. Masterwork, to be sure. Nobody looks close enough to see that it’s merely golden leaf on dark iron glimmering with tormented visages. Nobody except princes ever wears it to hear the wailing. Nobody but them has their gaze and thought turned towards invisible Abyss. Nobody wants to be the prince of Zbrocze.

A short story on a beige background. The plates ground against each other when Arashi flexed his fingers. ‘It feels weird’ ‘I’m amazed you know what „feeling” is’ Lanai barked a laugh at her companion. ‘I’ve seen you put your hand in burning coals and be amazed it tickles.’ ‘That’s the issue. You mixed green jade into this, no? This hand feels. It’s weird. I can sense the texture of your table.’ ‘First of all, how dare you, it’s planed to perfection.’ the artificer threw tongs at her hearthmate. ‘Second, if it bothers you, I can redo it?’ ‘No, it’s interesting. Pain without hurt. Learning to fight with it will be motivating.’ The Azure Dragon took measure of the training dummy on the other side of the workshop and concentrated on individual plates of his artifact arm. He felt them expanding, held together by vines and motivated by lightning, as the gauntlet expanded and crushed the strawman like a giant’s fist from five meters away. ‘You outdid yourself, Lanai. This is incredible.’

Days 15–19 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

16 was a blocker, until I remembered an NPC I wanted to drag up from oblivion of my short Essence game.

17 is just the result of me rewatching DunMeshi.

For 18, I went with soulsteel and a mortal bearer.

And 19 is about an artifact my Arashi almost had.

Art showing a hand coming out of the darkness holding a lantern with a white-pink flame in the center of it.

And I'm caught up with today for the #ExaltedArtChallenge with a non-combat artifact! The Monk's lantern, which lets you gaze into it to see shadows of the past.
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#art #digitalart #ttrpgart #ttrpg #exalted

Art depicting the blade Imprimature from the Exalted ttrpg. The sword is in a black and grey stone sheath with a red seal on the sheath. The handle is white jade, and bound with a red tassel. Text on the side reads: Imprimatur Gifted to Nellens by the Empress, Imprimatur's blade is inscribed with a message the Empress promised that only Nellens' heirs would read. The white jade blade is sealed into a stone sheath, bound with a red tassel.

Yesterday's entry for the #ExaltedArtChallenge (artifact!) is all finished! Stuff like this is out of my normal wheelhouse, but I think it came out decent!
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#ttrpg #artifact #sword #swordart #ttrpgart #illustration #digitalart

A woman with purple eyes and many tattoos stands with an annoyed look and her hand on her hip. There is a mouse on her shoulder. The woman's speech bubble reads "They're doing something stupid Dahlia, I know it." The mouse's speech bubble reads "Squeak Squeak."

Today ended up being a break day for the #ExaltedArtChallenge for me, so here is an old session doodle of my Sidereal Bronwyn hanging out with her Lunar circle member Dahlia, after splitting up from the boys to handle stuff.
#exalted #ttrpg #ocart #doodles #ttrpgart #rpg #characterart

Art of Moray Darktide from the Exalted TTRPG done in the style of She-Ra Moray stands at the bow of the ship, pointing forward and shouting similar to Seahawk shouting "ADVENTURE" on this ship. The Silver Prince looks on in concern.

Day 16 NPC
After yesterday's #ExaltedArtChallenge I needed something less complicated, so here's Moray Darktide shouting "ADVENTURE" like Seahawk, because he is to me. This himbo has appeared in multiple of my games.
#exalted #art #ttrpg #shera #fanart
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Art depicting a four-armed man with skin made of brass, holding fires above each fo his hands. He has red hair and the caste mark of the ascendant infernal caste from the Exalted ttrpg on his forehead.

Woah! I finished Day 15 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge so that means it is Limit Break time.
This is an ascendant caste Infernal, Radiant Bull, going through the Heaven Challenging Thunder limit break from the Essence book.
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A short story on a beige background ‘You’re being unreasonable, Blue’ Her mentor’s benevolent incessant droning was chipping away at the limited patience left in Cerulean Nailon. ‘Anything but. I’ve seen all the permutations, and explained them to you ten times. At this stage it’s not my problem if you fail to see the obvious.’ she saw the teacher bristle at her words, but by the end of the day if will be clear who’s right and who is past her prime. ‘When was the last time you stepped outside this room?’ ‘I have work to do. If we don’t straighten that destiny, half a century of work is wasted. Go away.’ Momentarily unable to squeeze out a word, Glass Promise waved her hand, trailing glitter-blue stardust over Nailon’s hectic notes and frantic connections. ‘Please hear me over this,’ she said before her pupil could express outrage. ‘You aren’t being yourself, we’re better than this’. By Venus’ grace, her lesser sign bore through whatever haze dammed Nailon’s reason. The younger Sidereal slumped in her chair with a weeping sigh.

Day 15 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

I love Sidereals. 3e might actually have made them equal to Deebs in my ranking.

A short story on a beige background The hungry ghosts took a violent step back, blown back by a pressure none of the living present could feel. ‘I did not order this death. Return to your graves until conjured.’ rasped a quiet voice. The dead struggled against the command, buffeted by an opposing will. Mortals cuddled into a shallow cave watched with eyes wide open, too scared to risk turning their gaze. Cold night exploded into the fading warmth of the retreating day with a dusty smell of offerings long overdue. ‘You are mine to command by the unliving will of the oblivion itself. Leave.’ Tension broke, and the dead skittered away back in the direction of their graves. The voice rasped closer to the cave’s opening. ‘My apologies for the inconvenience. The presence behind this unfortunate incident will be recycled and reconfigured properly. If you could step out of the cave, I have a little bit of bloodshed to get into that these dilettanti could not have been trusted to conduct to specification.’

A short story on a beige background ‘I am sorry, but this isn’t agreeable at all. Our dead have been cared for well all this time! We don’t need a service we don’t need.’ It was to be expected. You know they can’t be trusted. Yes, Mother. ‘Your offerings are sufficient, but not satisfactory. I can guide your agreements, if you let me stay at the whisperer’s hut for the season.’ let the leader guide the direction, you can pivot without missing any breath. The old woman frowns. A chance? ‘Are you a speaker?’ ‘I do speak across the limen, yes. Your graveyard is agreeable, it can be better. Safer for both and on either side.’ please let me help you before this domain also falls. ‘Your neighbours downriver have already avoided the devouring that befell Anlin.’ The stranger stood up awkwardly, and the hooded cloak fell at odd angles. ‘I shan’t bother you, if you trust your methods.’ a smell of graveyard wafted in despite closed windsills. ‘Wait. We may... the hut is unused anyway.’ ‘And I can prevent the loss of the future whisperer’.

A short story on a beige background ‘You wanted my help, don’t act all depressed now because of it’ ‘You ruined my life’ ‘Bah, you look at it completely wrong. I let you live many!’ ‘I don’t even have a name anymore!’ ‘Sure you do, any you’d want.’ The two have been on the road to Great Forks for two weeks now — a god of names in dire straits, and a man who wanted to disappear. ‘You eat them all, you dungbat!’ ‘Now now, that’s no way to talk to a god, shshshshshs. I don’t even eat them. Just turn them into power you need to keep on not getting killed.’ ‘Did you just use my name?’ ‘Just when? ‘Just then!’ ‘Oh, yes, you didn’t hear it?’ ‘Nothing but the murmur of wind.’ ‘Fascinating. Do you hear it when I call you Ravel?’ ‘Yes I do’ ‘Well... don’t get used to it much, there are some bandits ahead. You know what to do to get through it. Toodles!’ The god dematerialised, leaving Ravel haggard on the dusty road. ‘Oi you filthy bastard, give us yer silver!’ shshshsh sighed and danced on the edge of memory to get behind the bandit.

A short story on a beige background Swooping Hope raced against the gathering winds and their own fear. ‘I must make it, Oloime needs to—‘ A tyrant lizard wrought in cloud and lightning roared into being over the hill, the wind pushing against the Lunar’s flight grew tendfold. ‘Shit, no, I can still—’ Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Reality seemed to open a panel that’s always been there, revealing titanic whirring verdant gears and rhythmic pendulums. ‘Your command over electricity is impressive, cousin, you will find mine at least your equal!’ a voice not wholly human rolled over the hills. ‘Please do not advance.’ When Hope’s flight finally carried them over the hills, Luna’s Chosen saw a living jade statue with twin whips of alien make, protecting Oloime, and clearly an odd Chosen themselves. The ground between the defender and the shikari vibrated with contained lightning, Lunar’s essence instinctively leapt to bolster their body against the thunder that would inevitably crash when the tyrant lizard and the gears collide.

Day 11-14 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

Had some catching up to do, oops.

I particularly like the Exigent one, it's based on my yet-unmechanised idea of a god of names who tags along with his Exigent and eats the man's names and aliases in return for extra motes. They will get along, eventually.

Art depicting a redheaded woman playing a green fiddle in front of a hedgerow at night. Around her, an image of a glowing elk rises up facing the viewer

#ExaltedArtChallenge day 13 (exigent) and day 14 (anima banner)!

This would be Treise, the chosen of the hedges, where civilization and nature cross paths with each other.
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Art depicting a silhouette of a samurai woman kneeling and reaching for her sword. The background behind her is red, with the dusk caste symbol from Exalted behind her.

Two down! Looks like I'm not gonna hit today's challenge, but, here is Saturday's #ExaltedArtChallenge : Abyssal

This would be a very quick representation of my Abyssal Dusk caste, First Rose Felled by Winter
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Art of a liminal from Exalted, showing a black and white image of a woman with long flowing hair that reaches out in different directions. The right half of her is in shadow, and her right eyes is wide and has no iris and a small pupil.

Here is yesterday's #ExaltedArtChallenge entry, #12, Liminal.

This is my character Isolde, the Snow Hen. She's a sweet, short little thing who uses her charms and necromancy to become not so sweet, not so cute.
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Oh goodness, I'm back on that #ExaltedArtChallenge grind after a weekend of rest! So I missed Abyssal and Liminal, and today is Exigent... so let's see if I can't get the lines for all three done today? Maybe I'll finish one of them later on if I really like them. #artchallenge #art

A short story on a beige background A broad-bladed daiklave stabbed into the heart of a concept, its soul warped, yet strengthened by the exposure. *** An impassioned speech in a gathering of your elders, a plea and a claim to a blade whose relationship with your exaltation is stronger than death. *** An artistic ambition quelling the endless stirring of radiant essence in your soul, blood spilled on the floor of a palace inherited by your power. *** Darkness. Lost beyond usefulness. *** The thieves’ stench makes you twist and turn, you escape with others like you, reaching for the heavens, but so many are lost to the ever-foes. *** A soldier of quick temper, the last defender of a village which didn’t do anything to earn its slaughter. A worthy soul to illuminate. Two years pass. Memories resurface in flashes and flares. ‘The Mask is broken, but it worked. It was worth it’. The Creation is different, but it can’t be all lost when the Unconquered’s champions roam it, can it?

Day 10 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge: Incarnations back to back

I found the final concept mid-writing, as I realised it could be about flashes of memories held within the Exaltation, carried through the ages.

Giving the Exaltation itself some identity felt like a fun, non-canon choice.

Side-by-side digital art pieces in the style of stained glass. The one on the left shows a woman with short brown hair and darker skin facing to the left, magic forming between her hands. On the right, a pale woman with long dark hair faces to the right while a skull floats above her hand. Depicts OCs from the Exalted TTRPG

I'm back! #ExaltedArtChallenge day 10 is a go! Incarnations back to back, building off of day 8's first Age Incarnation and keeping the style, and baby, the future is Oops! All Deathknight.
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OH PRINCE DIAMOND! I'm enjoying testing out the new Procreate Pen brushes that have this natural toothiness and whispiness to them. Pictured is Prince Diamond garbed in the bright regalia of a Delzahn far rider on the left brandishing a red glass scimitar. On the right is my own try at this same character currently incomplete and half-inked, but with the a similarly stern expression.

My own progress with this year's #ExaltedArtChallenge is painfully slow while I'm prepping for my first year back at cons in 6 years...but slow & steady wins the race right?🥲

For Favorite Caste, I'm redoing my old anima wallpaper of Prince Diamond. (Ref on the left by @artphobos.bsky.social).

A short story on a beige background ‘It should be somewhere here’ said River. The expedition spent the last two weeks cutting through the forest, following the ancient shahan–ya’s directions, and now finally stood before... ‘Nothing more than a broken ruin, why are here?’, spat Emerald Rain, slicing the vines blocking their path. ‘We knew it was going to be, Em, but the old cat insisted.’ The travellers passed into a shadowed corridor littered in stained glass that once adorned its roof. ‘We could have been somewhere fun, but no, we’re in the middle of nowhere!’ ‘See? Rima gets it! Why are we... oh.’ As if Fated by Mercury herself, the trio entered a perfectly preserved gallery, the orichalcum-latticed roof held against the centuries and now opened to the dance of lights in the Calibration sky. ‘It worked’ whispered Emerald Rain out of the blue ‘The Mask is broken, but it worked’, as starlight moved through a jade arch and the dancing shadows chronicled the war against Primordials, he cried unexpected tears, ‘It was worth it.’

Day 9 of the #ExaltedArtChallenge

This time I wished I had more space, and while only I control the space I have, at least this one self-imposed rule I'll respect xD

A short story on a beige background: ‘It’s a prestigious position, you won’t get a chance like this soon.’ Rich aromas still wafted strong in Fruitful Endeavour’s presence, centuries since they oversaw spice trade. ‘It is true from a certain point of view, but I know what destinies they are planning for the city. I would be squatting on your patio within a hundred years.’ Olomaion of the Tides winced, even though Endeavour’s patio was famously gorgeous. The two gods sat in silence for a while, smell of brine competing with spices for control over the cramped office snowed under sailing charts and tide schedules. ‘So what are you going to do?’ ‘My job. They don’t have enough pull to remove me, and misjudged my ambitions. Whirlpool’s betters tried to force me out, and quickly learned that nobody know that knot of currents and tides better than I do.’ Tides’ voice took on the timbre of rolling waves. A god of commerce and a god of seas sank back into silence, before Endeavour spoke again. ‘Do not drink the wine I brought.’

A short story on a beige background It took centuries and more wasted material than she would have liked to admit, but Dancing Chisel was finally happy with all the carvings and every arrangement. Rerouting of certain stellar paths to accomodate them for the new era were also a point of contention, but hardly something worth bringing up at the Deliberative. No matter, it all worked out in the end. Come Calibration, it should be a shadow play for the ages. ‘Aren’t you worried, Opina?’ a voice rustled from the shadows. ‘Not anymore. My work is done, come heaven or hell it will stand.’ ‘It’s the heaven that’s coming.’ ‘As is their right. My elder peers brought this on us all. I will not have the memory of my predecessors’ deeds lost to the darkness that comes.’ Silver Roar stepped gently out of the shadows, moonlight exposing the lionine tuft of her Tell. ‘We could run. I know safe havens in the Wyld’ ‘I know. And I need you to outlive me. Somebody needs to know it’s here.’ she put a sad kiss on her Lunar companion’s forehead.

Day 7 (God) and Day 8 (First Age Incarnation) of the #ExaltedArtChallenge.
I keep missing a day and having to make up for it. Oops.

Art in the style of stained glass showing a woman looking to the left in front of a sun showing the eclipse caste mark. Magic forms between her hands.

#ExaltedArtChallenge day 8! First Age Incarnation @theuncrucified.bsky.social

The character I chose has a First Age incarnation with a strong tie to the city of Chiaroscuro, so I decided to do this in the style of stained glass as homage to the city itself.
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Art of a man sitting across a table from the viewer in a red jacket with patterns on the sleeves and a colorful conical hat. He lifts a mug of beer, which has a rabbit in it, and a few rabbits are on the table.

#ExaltedArtChallenge Day 7: God @theuncrucified.bsky.social

Say hello to Four Hundred Rabbits, the god of alcohol and drunkenness from a game I ran set in An-Teng. This one was fun.
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