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Mountain Sweethearts by HARNISKA, visual art

Mountain Sweethearts

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Noka

Noka by HARNISKA, visual art

Noka

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Qirins and Gryphons - Hunt 1 by HARNISKA, literature

Literature

Qirins and Gryphons - Hunt 1

The hunting party was on the move, tracking a Qirin through the Roenden mountains. The beast has been running them around the valley, before finally climbing up the mountainside towards gryphon territory. At the head of the party, Rhaegor was pushing through most of the snow with ease, followed by Nokare, a puller challenging even his own size. And at the flank, followed Niue, bundled in a coat and scarf to battle the cold where the others had longer fur and acclimated bodies. “Are we close behind it?” Niue chimed over the wind, turning Rhaegor’s ear. His snake was coiled up underneath his scarf, furthest from the cold it could get. Rhaegor’s eyes washed white, observing the area through his osprey’s eyes. “It’s just up ahead. Keep close till I say, and keep quiet. It’ll bound off at the first sight of us so we need to catch it off guard.” The old puller instructed, nodding his head at the idea of a long day of hunting. Usually he could catch his prey in

From Here to Home - Purity Trials by HARNISKA, literature

Literature

From Here to Home - Purity Trials

Journey - To Myztara “It’s been quite a while since I’ve last set out on such a journey,” Morgana reminisced as she packed supplies into her bags. Preserved fruits, meats, bread, water, and of course, wine for the road. “Years ago, so many I’ve lost count. I went along to find a place to call home.” A fond sigh left her, her eyes looking over the room around her. Beautiful mahogany ceiling engraved with filigree swirls and grapevines; chestnut walls decorated with paintings and elaborate lamps; the smell of fruit and wine in the air. It was the pride of Morgana’s life- her winery. But more than that, it was home. “It will be hard being away too long, I fear I may be prone to homesickness,” she hummed. The filled saddlebags were fastened on her back and her hair secured in a bun with a whisk of magic. By her side was Eleina, dressed from head to toe in comfortable travel attire, almost as pale as her milky skin. Rounded feather tail and wings peeked from underneath her poncho. The

The Golden Brothers - SCT by HARNISKA, literature

Literature

The Golden Brothers - SCT

Reins pulled at Duras’ mouth and he reared on his hind legs. A rider- ser Erryn- clad in armor sat on his back, a sparring sword in hand. Against him was Gallus with his own knight- ser Oslon- in battle-worn armor. With a roar, Duras lunged and his knight swung the sword at his opponent, while Gallus braced and gave Oslon space to retaliate. Back and forth went this muddy dance in the sprinkling rain, as the battle encampment prepared their ranks. Smiths toiled in their forges, soldiers honed their gear, sparred amongst each other, and the medics tended to the injured. The air had a chill to it, the night would soon be upon them and both armies were to get their rest. The woods they were camped in, were large and the trees tall, preventing most aerial attacks, an advantage they needed from the opposing army’s tyrians. “New reports have come from your scouts, your grace,” a man clad from neck to toe in armor and fur, with badges of his rank decorating his breast. The general brought