She enjoyed her night walks, especially when the winter was freezing the city. The streets were calm and her sword was not needed. Even though, in that particular evening, she wielded it fiercely.

The Woman in the Cerulean Cloak

"What am I suppose to find within these Halls? A vampire?", the ambassador asks with a smile, slightly afraid. "Nonsense, sir. My lady is waiting for you at the library.", the butler answered, unimpressed. The ambassador looked at the long stairs, put his amulet back in his pocket, and started to climb, not confortable yet. The lady was not a vampire, but the ambassador would face that night something worse.

A Cordial Invitation

Great landscape and I like how you put the story with it!

It was a strange place to hold an alchemists convention. An isolated and abandoned  castle is the perfect place for many things... including murder. She, however, was ready for whatever it may happen to her.

The Convention

The master cartographer had a preferred writing quill. But he, unfornutaley, lost it among the pile of books and maps at his desk.

a middle aged cartographer studying at his wodden desk filled with books and maps a masterpiece, 8k resolution, dark fantasy concept art, by...

Lost quill

"Is this the right street?", the lost cartographer asks himself. It was not the right street.

Wrong street

Davey Jones' Locker

Steampunk  cafe

Autumn at Warnemunde  Beach Rostock

Growing older beautifully ❤️

The Elf King

Warrior

Been back to those woods was unsettling. He would like to be back in different circunstances, but he had a job to do. Vengeance was very close, he could feel it.

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Returning - Part I

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