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Daedric helmet from Skyrim.
Nothing else really, just practicing and kinda bored.

Is in no way my own creation and original armor designs belong to Skyrim/elder scrolls 5 - Bethesda
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This has been a very rough week to work. The stuff I put out were small watercolor sketches in the park and this small gouache painting. The outdoor sketches I posted on my blog along with this self portrait [link]
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you remember my flying shark?[link] I'm kinda into these snake-dragons C:
whynot?
this is random. I didn't even intend to color or even sell this one in first place.
the idea behind his body, is the cobra, the one with those eye-markings on his neck-thingies
many of his scales disappeared while coloring :c
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tomatoes and cucumbers
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Vairathir Culfindo

[Quenya: from 'VairŽ'- meaning 'Weaver'. 'Cul'- from 'culda' meaning 'golden-red' + 'finda' meaning '-haired'.]

 Solemn and passionate, tall, proud and powerful; eyes as grey as the evening, with hair like golden fire. Weaving in secret his spells, old and new, ever he searched, ever he hunted for more knowledge. Past 2000 years of Man his feet tread Arda's form, brandishing bow, blade, and spear against evil. But greater than any enemy, restlessness and desire churned always deep within his soul, for he was descended of FŽanor, the most Fated of all Eldar, and doom faithfully dogged his footsteps. After the departure of his parents for the Undying Lands, Bairadhir, as he was called by Men, and his younger sister dwelt in the wild forests of Greenwood the Great, where he could pursue his studies in silence.
But silence was not to be....

 My first fantasy game character EVER: Bairadhir began many years ago in Lotro, the online game,...and, well, never went away. As for the name- it was completely constructed from my imagination during character creation- the Quenya translation came much much later.
Though a bit contrary to his dramatic introduction, his long-time nickname is Bairly-There. ;) (Quite a bit less prestigious, eh?)
Being an Elf of very High origins, while testing the late ESO Betas Middle-Earth-Bairly took form as an Altmer- and met Queen Ayrenn.
*impatiently waits for ESO to arrive in the mail...* And so he got his first clip of fan fiction.... fav.me/d7ds2fl


pen and pencil. critique not requested.
Bairadhir and his names belong to me. Quenya and its derivatives, as well as Middle Earth and its denizens belong to J.R.R.Tolkien. Queen Ayrenn, Altmer and ESO belong to Zenimax and Bethesda.
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Polymer clay, acrylic paint, resin, glue.
*sold*
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Art Nouveau style fairy tales.
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Draugr Deathlord in hand
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You have discovered the tenth Sermon of Vivec, which was hidden in the words that came in the aftermath to the Hortator.

The evoker shall raise his left hand empty and open, to indicate he needs no weapons of his own. The coming forth is always hidden, so the evoker is always invisible or, better, in the skin of his enemies.

'The eyelid of the kingdom shall fill thiry [sic] and six folios, but the eye shall read the world.'

By this the Hortator needs me to understand. The sword is an impatient signature. Write no contacts on the dead. Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Boet-hi-ah:

We pledge ourselves to you, the Frame-maker, the Scarab: a world for us to love you in, a cloak of dirth to cherish. Betrayed by your ancestors when you were not even looking. Hoary Magnus and his ventured opinions cannot sway the understated, a trick worthy of the always satisfied. A short season of towers, a rundown absolution, and what is this, what is this but fire under your eyelid?

Shift ye in your skin, I say to the Trinimac-eaters. Pitch your voices into the color of bruise. Divide ye like your enemies, in Houses, and lay your laws in set sequence from the center, again like the enemy Corners of the house of Troubles, and see yourself thence as timber, or mud-slats, or sheets of resin. Then do not divide, for yet is the stride of SITHISIT quicker than the rush of enemies, and He will sunder the whole for the sake of a shingle.

For we go different, and in thunder. SITHISIT is the start of all true Houses, built against statis [sic] and lazy slaves. Turn from your predilections, broken like false maps. Move and move like this. Quicken against false fathers, mothers left in corners weeping for glass and rain. Stasis asks merely for nothing, for itself, which is nothing, as you were in the eight everlasting imperfections.

Vivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.UNDERSTAND THAT SITHISIT STILL TRAVELSVivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.IN A PHOSPHORESCENT MIRROR OF THE SKYVivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.DROWNED AND SMILINGVivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.INTERMITTENT HOPES ENOUGHVivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.TO ANSWER ALL THE THINGSVivec says unto the Hortator remember the words of Vivec.NOT YET QUERIED

The ending of the words is ALMSIVI.

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