Artisanals Winners View

 Cherry blossoms swirl in eddies and currents from the mountain winds that dip into the court, flailing the twisted and pruned trees around at whim, punctuating their passing with the sickly sweet fragrance of the blossoms. - By Arimisia

"Vestiphobia. Nil!" The illuminatus swore to herself. She'd recovered her senses but not her robes, torn off under the thrall of the affliction. Without the illusionary magics sealed into the fabric, her true form was revealed. Leathery skin to absorb blows, giant hands to crush and smite, and a nose full of viscous slime, among other modifications. Her enemy was not worthy of the glorious sight."No matter," she thought as she stalked across the dunes, "the dead tell no tales".  …

   High above the unaware masses, there lives  the guardians of air, the masters of the skies.  With the crystalline spires of the city in the clouds within sight this warrior gazes out over the horizon in silent contemplation.  Wind whipping at his face and hair, he stands steadfast, nothing will waive his resolve for he is none other than Entrias, the Minister of Peace.   - By Arimisia

Arcs of icy white energy blaze around the radiant form of the Architect, His bloody brow bent as every last vestige of power is sapped from His Immortal Form. With no Ascendant to reform the Seals, the Basin watched, breathless, as the Elder God gave all that He had to force the Seal of Justice to mend, fading like a spectre in the wake of what could have been certain doom. A final boom of thunder rumbles across the sky, His …

The magics in Seren bring many things to life, shrooms included. - By Elyse

Not sure about everyone else, but I feel like the walls at Mag has agonized faces in them.  All those captured and tortured souls trapped in the city, giving it a sort of energy.  P.S. Been practicing my sketch work while taking a break from Lusty, gotta pay the bills somehow! - By Glint

- By Niina

Left to years of neglect, my once trustworthy aethercraft sits deferred to the dozens of gnomish craftsmen who attempt to reconstruct her... - By Folken

Deep within the heart of Serenwilde, there is a small clearing near Moon River that has been long forgotten to most.  A decrepit ritual ground of their ancestors is brought roaring back to life as spells and incantations are woven in a disparate cry to the guardian spirits of the Wilde. Lending his ever wild spirit, a fiercely loyal timber wolf companion stands watch nearby.

Women of the Wyrd wield beauty like a weapon - tender black roses wreathed in blood-lusting thorns ready to quench their thirst if those baleful glances aren't warning enough. (Painted here is Shadow Shivane, Ward of the Wyrd). - By Persayis