The Mysterious Knave (feat. Vrak) #DISMALIA "Hi mister goblin, could you help me? A lot of the town supplies are missing." User ID: Detheria #artfight @detheria.bsky.social

In the Shadows (feat. Bosco) #DISMALIA User ID: dyrrn #artfight @dyrrn.bsky.social

#ArtFight is in two weeks, so show us your attacks from previous years! I only participated 3 times but here my favorite ones that I feel proud

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Most remote ruin beyond the reach of the hunting Guilds finally located betwixt a smoldering valley scorched collaterally from the fires of a landing cosmic chariot, emitting a humming ethereal field covetously withholding immemorial secrets buried deeply neath Dismalia harboring unfathomable power.

The Metallic Pyramid.

Fraternal Hunters holidaying brashly in their lavish lodge at the Citadel of Phobos with peerless bravado blest by a baptism in blood and bile of Behemoths hunted, hauled and harvested from the Dismal Lands amidst sharing tales of mirthful woe matching trophies and blades from and for further hunts.

Joining the Eternal Hunt is not the only way to thrive. Sustaining survival required the formation of a harrowing hub for secretive smuggling operations specialized in the trading of Demon Matter. Hence, mercantile methodologies endorsed by blood-barons, rogue alchemists and big game hunters ensued.

The Rokyu Hunters' Lodge.

The Gutter Black Market.

Hellscapes continued from 2022 locations not previously published! Follow @dismalia.bsky.social to see concept art (incl. Alt Text descriptions that I wrote) and read about the world of DISMALIA as written by Marlutte. Full gallery available on KoFi: ko-fi.com/album/INKMal...

Horizons ablaze by dusk in Dismalia from the edge of the Frontier crowning the radiant temple with a billowing furor providential of the cosmic deity coursing ethereally through the dismal lands, bestowing blessings to the worthy and scorchingly smiting the fiends scoured amidst its fearless flight.

The Radiant Parish of Pariahs.

The Indomitable Knave of Phobos admires the simple comforts of his den in pursuit of placidity after filling the pockets of covetous employers with the finest fiend flesh. Sleeping in a suspended hammock for that weightless levitation feel envied from Mages, avoiding any pests from creeping over him

The Slums, Vrak's Den.

As the raging spell storms haul the tides if the sanguine sea a council of covetous horrors gathers in the creaking deck of a stranded forsaken ark of antiquity that once sailed hoping to find safer shores absconding from apocalyptic annihilation, now occupied by their doom bringing scheming Demons.

The Great Ark of Salvation.

Gladiatorial oubliettes scattered all over the Frontier going deep underground from a sealed runic engraved vault door meant to enclose and enshroud a gauntlet teeming with Behemoth Demons forced to brawl indefinitely until only the most resilient are released, proven worthy of becoming Hell Knights

The Spiralling Gladiatorial Dungeon.

Malevolent megalithic structure carved in antiquity by cosmic chisels intended for harnessing the bleeding rainfall imbued with chaotic mystic essence through filtering Grotesque gullets gargling on volatile deluge preventing pool portals from compromising the structure via invasive hellgrown vines.

The Merciless Bloodfalls.

The Viridian Swamps of Bloodroot Jungle.

Behold; A monster! I dont do monsters often but this critter was fun to make with my good freinds character known as Vrak!

Art comrades: Post a Monster! Behold, the Hellish Horned Eye Knight of the Six Eyed Royalty. Humanoid Legionnaire Behemoth, Bobzebul. Their rank is signified by the symmetrical sprouting of horns from their eyeless cranium, six being the maximum earned after a thousand years of formidable service.

Ensuing an arduous hunt the Flayer of Fiends beheld bewildered verdant fumes venting out of gills behind the Belial's ears consequent of a sanguine overdosage leading to abrupt mutations. In spite of this he was gesturing the taverner to fetch two more drinks for both, while gargling on his draught.

Lookin' green around the gills there, bud #DISMALIA #SaintPatricksDay 🍀

Scourged smoldering stronghold occupied by the Demon Hordes of the Conquering Chimera as their base of operations repurposed from a place of meditative martial worship and metallic craftsmanship into an ardent pandemonium of ceaseless bellicose industry chimerically reforging armaments for the hunt.

The Baneful Badlands of Trulla.

A horde of beastly Cyclopean Behemoths congregated to harmonized their bellowing chants in a rumbling geomantic ritual drumming stompingly as the fossils of fallen fiends from their ignoble burials reinvigorated with vibrating vitriolic vigor to reassemble into the building blocks of a great bulwark

The Colossal Cyclopean Coliseum.

Blustering banshees brought by contorting crimson clouds looming predatorily over the towering windmills harnessing the ethereal currents of Bloodlight coursing through miasmic veins diametrically fluctuating between coagulation & dissolution of an atmospheric Mystic Demon powering the village below

Stormmill Village of Arioch.

There is a place beyond Dismalia that all brave Slayers fear where Champions and their Legions that go never reapear, hurricanes from hell rip and tear banners and the weak are dragged down to the depths of the Sanguine Sea. Picking on bones the Sirens fly, leviathans invoke thunderous ancient power

Cemetery of Arks & The Dried Sanguine Passage.

Etched in the carved corpulence of the construct were once stories about the role that these Mystic Chimeras enforced in the arid regions of Dismalia. Muzzled and masked by a sentient mantle of gibbering maws and baneful eyes. Demons abound made haste to haunt its hallowed halls heeding its sermons.

Sphinx Citadel of Munum.

Never trust on your senses when venturing across the shifting dune tide bountiful with mystic mirages sequenced to lead the astray into the covetous clutches of the Auric Demon whose billowing yellow flesh telepathically transmit maddening sermons, blistering vulnerable minds into raptured thralls.

The Whispering Dunes of Munum.

A pilgrimage procession veiled in black robes muting all sound so as to not disturb the silent plains of protruding phalanges of giant Demons buried in ancient avalanches reach for the Nightmare Above forlornly frozen in fear. Once forsaken now are found by Druidic Witches seizing their sanguine sap

The Cadaveric Ascension of Mount Gorethia.

Blizzards from the distant Gorethian peaks blown by the beating of titanic wings of unseen Demons wave the old hanging bridges braided with the thick wool and fur of heavily acclimatized predatory Mastodons and Behemoths, their rumbling processions carved these valleys during migratory ritual routes

The Torturous Tundra.

Raptured by wrathful rancor the Solar Slayer regained her rampart stance denying the Demon the joy of their retreat. Sorcerous strains siphoned the haunting harkening of the hellish hunger relinquishing all restraints to harness the power flowing from all opened doors of the Diabolist's soul palace.

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Serpentine structure spiraling above decadent dismal derelicts devastated by demonic invasions, now standing solemnly in solitude, the monumental Guardian Gorgon scours remnants of a cults hubris made manifest, once repelling Demons with its gaze treachery twisted her visage to attract them instead.

Malladussa Tower.

At the precipice of this abyssal crater exude hellish hateful miasma imbues the living with dreadful ferocity as a poison of the mind. So intoxicatingly rapturous the rancor of the abyssal witches is that it compels many to leap into the sunless inverted grove of Bloodroots beneath the Edenic Wilds.

The Pool of Night.