No full blown renders yet, but that isn't to say I haven't drawn!
Got inspired by some music (from World of Warcraft of all things!) and i felt the need to do some conceptual book cover arts for the Children of Calamity.
Sketches
Legacy of Schrödinger
![[Image: qaZAPNE.png]](https://i.imgur.com/qaZAPNE.png)
Really neat frontview of Rykki.
The Archduke in Black
![[Image: oaUbnMB.png]](https://i.imgur.com/oaUbnMB.png)
Concept of an administrator character.
Nirō: Firstcomer of Kcab'L
![[Image: R9xkkjl.png]](https://i.imgur.com/R9xkkjl.png)
Similar to Thewi, this is a representative of a Plane. While Thewi is a representative of Plane VII: Administration, Kcab'L is a representative of Plane V: Labyrinth. She has taken an interest in the maladaptations caused by Xalatath's bizarre intrusion, and admits responsibility for the potentiality of the event occuring, but states it was never her intention.
WARNING: LEWD CONTENT IN SPOILERS BELOW!!!
![[Image: 1iSjzUv.png]](https://i.imgur.com/1iSjzUv.png)
Got inspired by some music (from World of Warcraft of all things!) and i felt the need to do some conceptual book cover arts for the Children of Calamity.
The Evil God
![[Image: sInBCGz.png]](https://i.imgur.com/sInBCGz.png)
By Remilia Esoterica
Mortal ambition is the most destructive force in the cosmos. Time and time again, mortalkind's quest for more and their entitled arrogation- has lead to more damage than they have ever been worth. It's the same predictable pattern, a metronomic heartbeat of the cosmic failing that is their existence.
While it wouldn't be even close to impossible to wipe them out, it wouldn't solve the problem and would only create many more. The problem is ambition, what they call hope. Hope is their trump card. I have seen them come back from the brink with it as their only catalyst. It is a truly frightening power, but like all powers-- it is not invincible.
Why merely kill the hopeful when I can erase hope itself? Their insatiable desire for more, it is a padded room without an exit. I will ensure they lie complacent as the filth they are.
Weaponize against the real enemy of the cosmos their greatest strength, and watch them crumble. Kill all of mortalkind? No, that would be too merciful. They will burn in a hopeless nexus of torture forevermore, that is the very essence of their downfall. No Peace. No End. Eternal suffering is the only gift they will be given.
The Last Imperian
![[Image: HiJgtIP.png]](https://i.imgur.com/HiJgtIP.png)
By Remilia Esoterica
Violence, Adrenaline, Bloodshed. They are all I have ever known. I had no name, I was just another born and bred killer, trained to fight by a society where only the strong survive. Empathy a lost cause, goodwill a joke- an ephemereal fantasy no one would entertain. My kind lived for violence, yet something in me reviled them.
They had... no vision! Cruel like me, but incapable of making anything more of it. Just partaking in a localized grand everlasting homicide of their own making. They'd not be remembered, erased from history with no trace... This was the goal of the Insidious Architect who fairly reviled our species.
But her goals, like her-- ended in failure. Unlike my foolish brethren who united in violent cause to try and take on a fish far bigger than them, I spirited myself away and crash landed on a world alien to me.
A world I fully intended to make reel, but not through just sheer acts of violence... no. How would that be any better than what my now erased kinsmen attempted? I didn't seek to break its body alone, but its spirit as well.
These... "heroes" are so hypocritical. They call foul when others kill but act self-righteous when they do so themselves. Merely killing them will make them into martyrs, so I will break them fully. Mind, body and spirit all~!
I will become that which they actively seek, a real villain that will gladly and sadistically show them the floor. Again and again, they will be made to kneel. I will herald a grand calamity they will fail to stop- and in that final round, it shall be them who fall!
The Taloned Violator
![[Image: Xggqdcs.png.png]](https://i.imgur.com/Xggqdcs.png.png)
By Remilia Esoterica
My peers of old never did approve of violence. I was an outcast, exiled by them out of fear and moral outrage. I truly thought myself alone in a world too nice to tell me my soul was violent. I had begun to believe my path was one I would walk alone, butcherous, stained and brutal-- to the very end.
Then came Xaela... the one they call the defiler. She unlike any who had approached me before, respected and valued my love of violence, my willingness to live and die by the claw. She told me of her experiences, and how mortalkind uses the ides of civility of good and evil to appear righteous while being no less despicable. She told me that we could be more that we didn't need to hide. For in that brutal unfiltered violence is raw passion, an expression of hatred and sadism, no less so than how the goody-two-shoes express their love and empathy with kind and genuine acts of goodwill.
I returned to my village, they looked at me in horror. Unlike when I was first exiled, I no longer had any shame or guilt about what I was. I was older, and I was ready to show them just how much I'd grown.
They knew me by a different name, one that my parents had chosen. But now? I am Xeltara: The Unholy Butcher, and the only people who knew my old name have been buried along with it!
The Nuclear Nightmare
![[Image: mZTffV5.png]](https://i.imgur.com/mZTffV5.png)
By Remilia Esoterica
I see them for what they are. Tiny soldiers in tin plate, a fragile cosmos boasting an army of expendable peons whose only real purpose is to bolster those among us who see through the indoctrination that they feed themselves like comforting lies.
They can call forth all the aid they desire... Star Angels, Demon Lords, Administrators. Bring it all, little mice! Like with the XII Tragedy, none of it will make a difference. We will crush your hopes, trample your dreams and run you through the grinder of hopelessness. A Nuclear Nightmare with no end or pause. A radioactive crackling that sends the unpleasant spectre of doom through your souls as I devour you one by one~
It is soon you will learn of my thousand cruelties, and I will take much pleasure in educating you on the matter!
The Scarlet Rager
![[Image: xesD4Oc.png]](https://i.imgur.com/xesD4Oc.png)
By Remilia Esoterica
Rage is so much more of a dangerous thing than most can comprehend. It is a primordial catalyst of change. My mistress and handler knows it best. Her rage has made the heavens tremble, the hells sink, the proud fall and the noble falter.
If only any could understand that rage as I do. Don't be fooled by her calm, her rage may not control her, but it is very much a part of her. If she were ever to release a large portion of her rage, the cosmos would never be the same. The world you know, the cultures you've seen- would forever change.
Rage is an infection, and I am here to kill the means of quarantine.
I know, pretty fancy stuff! But that is not all I have done!By Remilia Esoterica
Mortal ambition is the most destructive force in the cosmos. Time and time again, mortalkind's quest for more and their entitled arrogation- has lead to more damage than they have ever been worth. It's the same predictable pattern, a metronomic heartbeat of the cosmic failing that is their existence.
While it wouldn't be even close to impossible to wipe them out, it wouldn't solve the problem and would only create many more. The problem is ambition, what they call hope. Hope is their trump card. I have seen them come back from the brink with it as their only catalyst. It is a truly frightening power, but like all powers-- it is not invincible.
Why merely kill the hopeful when I can erase hope itself? Their insatiable desire for more, it is a padded room without an exit. I will ensure they lie complacent as the filth they are.
Weaponize against the real enemy of the cosmos their greatest strength, and watch them crumble. Kill all of mortalkind? No, that would be too merciful. They will burn in a hopeless nexus of torture forevermore, that is the very essence of their downfall. No Peace. No End. Eternal suffering is the only gift they will be given.
The Last Imperian
By Remilia Esoterica
Violence, Adrenaline, Bloodshed. They are all I have ever known. I had no name, I was just another born and bred killer, trained to fight by a society where only the strong survive. Empathy a lost cause, goodwill a joke- an ephemereal fantasy no one would entertain. My kind lived for violence, yet something in me reviled them.
They had... no vision! Cruel like me, but incapable of making anything more of it. Just partaking in a localized grand everlasting homicide of their own making. They'd not be remembered, erased from history with no trace... This was the goal of the Insidious Architect who fairly reviled our species.
But her goals, like her-- ended in failure. Unlike my foolish brethren who united in violent cause to try and take on a fish far bigger than them, I spirited myself away and crash landed on a world alien to me.
A world I fully intended to make reel, but not through just sheer acts of violence... no. How would that be any better than what my now erased kinsmen attempted? I didn't seek to break its body alone, but its spirit as well.
These... "heroes" are so hypocritical. They call foul when others kill but act self-righteous when they do so themselves. Merely killing them will make them into martyrs, so I will break them fully. Mind, body and spirit all~!
I will become that which they actively seek, a real villain that will gladly and sadistically show them the floor. Again and again, they will be made to kneel. I will herald a grand calamity they will fail to stop- and in that final round, it shall be them who fall!
The Taloned Violator
By Remilia Esoterica
My peers of old never did approve of violence. I was an outcast, exiled by them out of fear and moral outrage. I truly thought myself alone in a world too nice to tell me my soul was violent. I had begun to believe my path was one I would walk alone, butcherous, stained and brutal-- to the very end.
Then came Xaela... the one they call the defiler. She unlike any who had approached me before, respected and valued my love of violence, my willingness to live and die by the claw. She told me of her experiences, and how mortalkind uses the ides of civility of good and evil to appear righteous while being no less despicable. She told me that we could be more that we didn't need to hide. For in that brutal unfiltered violence is raw passion, an expression of hatred and sadism, no less so than how the goody-two-shoes express their love and empathy with kind and genuine acts of goodwill.
I returned to my village, they looked at me in horror. Unlike when I was first exiled, I no longer had any shame or guilt about what I was. I was older, and I was ready to show them just how much I'd grown.
They knew me by a different name, one that my parents had chosen. But now? I am Xeltara: The Unholy Butcher, and the only people who knew my old name have been buried along with it!
The Nuclear Nightmare
By Remilia Esoterica
I see them for what they are. Tiny soldiers in tin plate, a fragile cosmos boasting an army of expendable peons whose only real purpose is to bolster those among us who see through the indoctrination that they feed themselves like comforting lies.
They can call forth all the aid they desire... Star Angels, Demon Lords, Administrators. Bring it all, little mice! Like with the XII Tragedy, none of it will make a difference. We will crush your hopes, trample your dreams and run you through the grinder of hopelessness. A Nuclear Nightmare with no end or pause. A radioactive crackling that sends the unpleasant spectre of doom through your souls as I devour you one by one~
It is soon you will learn of my thousand cruelties, and I will take much pleasure in educating you on the matter!
The Scarlet Rager
By Remilia Esoterica
Rage is so much more of a dangerous thing than most can comprehend. It is a primordial catalyst of change. My mistress and handler knows it best. Her rage has made the heavens tremble, the hells sink, the proud fall and the noble falter.
If only any could understand that rage as I do. Don't be fooled by her calm, her rage may not control her, but it is very much a part of her. If she were ever to release a large portion of her rage, the cosmos would never be the same. The world you know, the cultures you've seen- would forever change.
Rage is an infection, and I am here to kill the means of quarantine.
Sketches
Legacy of Schrödinger
Really neat frontview of Rykki.
The Archduke in Black
Concept of an administrator character.
Nirō: Firstcomer of Kcab'L
Similar to Thewi, this is a representative of a Plane. While Thewi is a representative of Plane VII: Administration, Kcab'L is a representative of Plane V: Labyrinth. She has taken an interest in the maladaptations caused by Xalatath's bizarre intrusion, and admits responsibility for the potentiality of the event occuring, but states it was never her intention.
WARNING: LEWD CONTENT IN SPOILERS BELOW!!!
THE SAUCE
![[Image: ViNphhx.jpeg]](https://i.imgur.com/ViNphhx.jpeg)
![[Image: etZxxyz.png]](https://i.imgur.com/etZxxyz.png)