for art of mine and things drawn for me.
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I joined a group of artists and we draw a picture a day and they need to follow me through tumblr- so I’ll be on to post the once a day pictures. I’ll probably be doing lots of stuff from a head world I call Deign. My good friend that is roleplaying with me in Deign! So I’ll post the rp post that goes with with this picture.
The cities of the Spine constantly received attention from mountain snow, but its underground Eden cities bristled with green and a labyrinth of gardens that where warm enough to wander around with minimal clothing.
Above ground, the mothership didn’t mind the snowfall. After all, if it could endure the cold vacuum of space, it could easily stand some mere snow and hovered about lazily, buoyed by some other steam ships, air ships, balloons and zeppelins, fins tucked to its sides, its glowing eyes low in slumber. Every once in a while it would shiver, slogging off tons of snow collected on its back tumbling into the cruel peaks below, waiting patiently for her passengers to return.
Thousands of feet below underneath the monolith shadows of the ships, was a cave that pitched miles and miles deep into the planet. Down here Bryn pulled off the hood of his suit and the tufts of his wild pink hair fanned out in all directions. The cold only lasted for the first few hundred feet of the cave, but when the wind stopped blowing, and the temperature began to quickly rise. So much so, that flowers and grass began to grow in tufts between the moist pockets of rock, now chiseled into corinthian pillars. Statues of gargoyle-like creatures with mouths that ran water from the deep, heated springs under the mountains. The twisting paths where dotted with small traveling candle temples where the first building structures began to appear, but looking straight down, deeper into the cave, the glow of city lights gleamed between castellations of turrets, temples, domes and bridges arching gracefully across impossible canyons.
This was a peaceful, but busy city. There where many people on the street in layered robes, trading. Shipments of tropical foods had arrived today and where being bickered over. Any meat other than the cave fish that already dwelled here where snapped up quickly by the locals. Although the currency was widely accepted and used in The Spine, the special fungus that grew in the caves was also just as commonly used to trade for goods. If one had little or no money, it was possible that if they wanted to trade for food, they could go deep deep underground on the fungus farms and work for the monks there, picking fungus for the monasteries and earning their pay by keeping a cut of their own. Therefore it was easy to find food and shelter here, and it was safe place with little to no crime at all. It was a happy place, a place where many people came to find peace with an engaging culture.
Bryn watched with interest as the traders haggled with each other. It was custom that two traders begin to yell at each other, offering outrageous prices. Then they would grab each other by the arm and appear to arm wrestle as a crowd gathered, chattering excitedly. As this bantering went on and on verbally, under the trader’s cloaks the real action would be taking place. The fingers would tap out the offers, rebuttals, and haggling between the two. When a price was finally reached, the two would finally release each other. It was a source of entertainment for the locals, bickering and bargaining was half of the fun.
Like many, Bryn was here to immerse himself in the culture. He wasn’t the best when it came to understanding human nature and culture, and by observing others he figured he could give himself a start. He slowly meandered his way through the venders and their friendly squabbling. Of course, culture alone hadn’t drawn him here, he heard that something quite fantastic existed in these caves, and he wanted to take a look at it.