Cemetery of Arks & The Dried Sanguine Passage.

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.

Hunting in burial grounds of rising graves is a dreadful time for any taking the job. Left vacant either unwillingly from tomb breaking raiders looking to harvest the dead or willingly from some devilry that reanimated that which was meant to be buried, a practice long gone out of style in Dismalia.

The Burial Ring of Rising Graves.

This structure is not ancient nor innate to Dismalia, rather it was erected through eldritch power by the Gorgon Goddess to separate the wasteland from the Valley of Ruins, asserting dominance over its derelicts. Legend has it that she subjugated the three headed Demon into becoming her shield wall.

The Gate of Herod.

A brutal biome where Demons & Slayers are preyed upon by its fierce flora, wicked wild hags command creaking colossi to scour for woodland grotesques dwelling within twisted bloodroot trees to feed their primordial cauldrons. The abominable bipedal abodes operated by occult means are apex predators.

The Crooked Woods.

Crocodilian Chimeras dwell on these river beds galloping with the lower body of hellish hippopotamus Behemoths, crawling over the eroded crags with webbed leonine claws and splitting hunting boats in half with their ramming tusks and hefty horns before gorging on the wounded Slayers with a gator maw

The Tremendous Sanguine Torrent.

Ancient sanguine streams once eroded the grottos carved by the tectonic wounds sprawling across the Dismalia Frontier, leaving a smoothened surface where the Hematologic Pull reigns supreme. The most commonly contested hunting ground for Demons and Slayers to clash steel and bone over the arid stone

The Great Grotto, Death Canyon.

A duo of bicephalous Chimeras howl rancorously around the skull of a forsaken brethren harvested for all its matter by the insatiable Slayers of Phobos, City of Exiled Pariah at other side of their mourning. A spear left carelessly behind by the hunters afflicted with the feverish frenzy of the hunt

The Shielding City of Phobos.

DISMALIA being Frontier in the literal, metaphysical and philosophical sense represents a collision between Humanity & Demons. Horizons are disputed bleeding grounds with resources harvested by the Guilds, whereas Hellscapes are wild and ungovernable Demonic domains. Both reaving the world asunder.

This month, we explore locations in DISMALIA through concept art. Another kind of INKMalia known as Horizons & Hellscapes travels across numerous terrains in a frightening tour. Keep your blades sharpened and wits even sharper for this next venture.

First & Last Daughter of The Sun gaining the title of conquerer of the Sanguine Sea by being the sole survivor on a death march to its abyssal depths, leading an entire Legion for the Reclamation of the dried pass of stranded arks, expected to perish by her superiors she alone returned resentfully.

Conquerer of the Sanguine Sea.

Abomination of the Magal.

Fluid expressivity from an otherwise stoic Slayer, following a sequential pattern of responses to Brom's interactions with diverse hunters from Phobos in the bleeding grounds of Dismalia. Bizarre behaviors around the coveting of those Demon corpses from merriments to despondence in the best of cases

Nomadic fugitive.

Sternly standing her ground with an immutably stance reinforced by the ingestion of black melancholic Elixir, the Colossus Slayer beckons the burrowing Behemoths to charge at full strength, her bladed tail swaying in pendular motions aiming for the dents in their carapace, delivering a pinning stab.

Stern combatant.

An elegant weapon of eldritch power finely suited for a barbarous age. Even for a prestigiously experienced spell blade such as Ventrual the intoxicating speed of his light speed slashes could risk the surge of blinding arrogance. Wisely wielded exclusively in times of great need with the right prey

Enchantment of the Azure Edge.

Behold, Oh Behemoth, into the malicious maw of the gruesome gladiator grinning at the grievous gnawing wound inflicted upon your flesh. Marked for death by the thirsting blades of the head huntress in a manner as monstrous as the Demon considered both predator, prey and opponent by the mighty Slayer

Gladiatorial malice.

The Flayer of Fiends seeks excellence in Demon Hunting, dehumanizing the Slayers of his Company as tools of a greater end. Like the butchering cleavers, sacred weapons of his Guild. Sustainably efficient tools that turn suffering into strength, madness into brilliance, resentment into righteousness.

Instruments of execution.

Soaring high with the buzzing shadow of the voracious insectile huntress looming over her demonic prey is a sight unique only to the anomalous circumstance by which this predator in ascension was seen as kin. Greatly significant for how flight is considered to be a lost domain in the Dismal Lands.

Petrifying pterygote.

The Spellblade Assassin.

She is no warrior but an impeccable champion of the Dismal Lands hunting by the edge of the gutting gulch where all flesh flows down. Brandishing the blazon of Dread & Glory never yielding to the fall while defying gravity itself with twisted techniques, harnessing the harrowing hunger of a huntress

It perplexes the Exiles of Phobos by virtue of her weaponized chitinous carapace exoskeleton seeming to be an innate mutative adaptation to a spawn of the Frontier nourished under the tutelage of the Glory Seeker Praetoria who took her as a disciple of her ways wielding her razor sharp mantid talons

Golden gauntlets of a warrior.

A slayer with no need for weapons.