ARPG Art

Snow covered the floor. It was early January, so the frosty season was still lingering. Sova was sitting on one of the benches at Bark Park, snow covered bushes to his back. He loved the icy weather, his thick fur protecting him from the cold. He had a small, orangey satchel bag plopped next to him, filled to the brim with various wintery coloured yarns: blues, greys, white, and some orange for the various burning fires for heat at this time of year. The grass w...

( Hertz: she/they Tethys: he/theyEl: they/themMeadow: she/her )   Hertz and her Enbeat bandmates, El and Tethys, had just finished a performance and were now sitting in a diner, chatting excitedly.This particular set had gone especially well - a record number of people had attended, and their voices during the sing-along parts had been so loud that El themself was barely audible over all the noise.Hertz was surprised they didn't have a sore throat...

“Oh, I thought maybe the woods would give me some cool ideas for my graphic novel!  I’m not so good at coming up with settings.  Or character designs.  Or…. well, the point is I’m trying to learn!” Cali shook their head.  “Why are you here?  What are you digging for?” A few "hmm"s of dubious interest were sprinkled in by Isa as Cali explained their intentions. At least she was paying attention? Yes,...

Calamari wrung their paws, peering around the dark woods with wide eyes. They’d decided a jaunt through the eerie Glowshroom Forest would help inspire them, maybe provide some motivation for working on their upcoming debut graphic novel… But instead they’d been puttering around fretfully. Their friends had said the forest was peaceful, but Cali didn’t feel at peace at all! In fact, they were terrified. It was too dark, and too quiet. Maybe they needed to rethink the genre of their boo...

It was a fine, sunny summer day. A brisk breeze helped Lanius along as they made a short glide down a gentle hill in the Patchwork Meadow. They had decided to take a short break from their lab work while the season was still nice - the chill of fall was already in the air. A short adventure to stretch their eight legs and wings in the Patchwork Meadow would do nicely. Alighting on a path, they trotted along, enjoying brushing the late summer prairie flowers with...

Urs set down their giant bone and panted, looking around through their mop of brown fur. They had been standing there for quite some time under the “Trick or Treat” banner, directing Puppillars and Snailcats alike to the Adventurer’s Guild to complete quests. They guarded a large assortment of skull mask prizes. But as the day wore on, they were beginning to grow tired. Their stomach rumbled, and the crowd was thinning a bit as excited participants were di...