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Over the edge of the Transphenortex Grid by Tempeste
Winner June 2011
Inside Hallifax's nexus, lightning and crystal house joules of power. - By Tempeste
Polarity by Solea
Runner Up June 2011
This is a depiction of the oppositions between the Servants of Nil and Protectors of Celestia, rendered side by side on stained glass. Ideal for private manses. - By Solea
The Master Ravenwood by Aeral
Merit June 2011
Glomdoring has always been a place that I have been fascinated by, and I have always related it to Celtic culture. I created this piece with Celtic knotwork in mind. I imagine the Ravenwood as being crawling with spiders that aren't seen unless you look closely, as they are in this. - By Aeral
Fair Sulwyn, the Blushing Spring by Siam
Merit June 2011
Fair Sulwyn, the Blushing Spring, a nymph from the Maeve Gardens. - By Siam
The Ancient Dryad by Rivius
Merit June 2011
I remembered an old encounter I had with Lord Hoaracle not too long after he let me into his order. I met this ancient dryad man who examined me and acted as a vessel for his voice for the beginning of the conversation. I found him to be remarkably interesting to look at. - By Rivius
Typical Sylvanis (My Character) by Sylvanis
Winner January 2011
My character I play, sylvanis, in his prime years. - By Sylvanis
Wind-Wielder and his Mandala by Synbios
Runner Up January 2011
Thunder bird accompanying him, this Aeromancer proudly bears the Quintessential Mandala of Resplendent Harmony(enlarged image on the bottom right.) - By Synbios
Runner Up January 2011
Malarious in her female form features more gentle curves and a soft smile. While she rests relaxedly in repose, her beast companion, Pestilence, guards her back with savage interest. - By Kharaen
Glomdoring Forest by Lysandus
Merit January 2011
My attempt in creating the Dark Forest, I admit I still lack some details but hopefully this catches the look and feel of the forest. - By Lysandus
The Legacy of the Flowering Dead by Siam
Merit January 2011
Our Existence itself may crumble to dust, or to the Soulless lost, but ever will the Dead reach from the ignominy of death, for the Barrow Drums beat and ever birth these Blooms: a remembrance of deeds forgotten, but deeds, still, of the Dead that sing. - By Siam