tribal anchor
This is my entry for build of the month October!
Shrouded deep in the sleepless fog of the great swamp. The ancient undead city of Varrothir is fabled to stand towering above the fetid mire. Long have our ancestors told tales of the towering pale stone arches, seeming to forever climb into that moonless sky. Slender constructs standing higher than all others from our known lands. Clad in cold ghastly pale green stone, like souls bound to brick. The form of contorted, twisted cathedrals breach the lowly mists of the ground below, and creep towards the sky as if desperately grasping for a moonlight that will never arrive. A symphony of sickly verdant soulfire blazes on every warped archway, in the heart of every storied tower. Stained glass windows of breathtaking size, and hauntingly beautiful shape take prominence in all mighty buildings. Green is the glare that pierces through all glasswork, staining the very air in its darklight like tears ever weeping from the city itself. Limbs of eldritch wood and accursed tree take envious grasp of the monolithic stone arches suspending the city. Twisting and growing around them as if harboring jealousy for their ill fated ascension. Forming a lamentable marriage of stone and lumber. Their undulated forms like muscle, holding ever higher this city of endless, dreamless night. Let it be known, fable it be not. For I have seen it myself, the harrowing city lives! Or should I say exists in unlife.
gaunt pond
deep fossil