#godfall

[world-of-advice]

#fallen london #out of context #loose #lose #bat #loose your bat #godfall #the shattered citadel #the pilgrim's path #words

[lavender-tea-dragon]

Song meme thing:

https://youtu.be/LcI8sfwxvIs?feature=shared

OOOOH!!! This one's interesting....I'd say Freya probably fits best!! She's a miner and a necromancer from a poor village(🎼Just a steel town girl on a Saturday night🎼), in a world where all the current gods have died, but their corpses can be looted for extremely valuable resources.

Freya's used to going under the radar (🎼In the real time world no one sees her at all🎼) due to her terrible life conditions and status, but she eventually takes a dangerous job for a sketchy politician(🎼Looking for the fight of her life🎼), who need a Necromancer to try and reseruct a dead God, but it backfired (🎼It can cut you like a knife, If the gift becomes the fire, On the wire between will and what will be🎼).

Freya has a lot of imagery that has to do with ice, the moon, and mystery, and goes on an arduous journey (🎼On the ice blue line of insanity, Is a place most never see, It's a hard won place of mystery, Touch it but can't hold it🎼).

And. Uh. Just this whole piece below really fits as well XD

(🎼You work all your life, for that moment in time

It could come or pass you by

It's a push shove world but there's always a chance

If the hunger stays the night🎼)

#music meme #freya #godfall #my art #my oc

[arsuf]

GODFALL  ▪  16/?

#godfall #godfall game #gamingedit #godfalledit #video games #games

[facelesscharactersoftheday]

The faceless characters of today is Zenun from Godfall

#armour #faceless #faceless characters #no face #robots #characters of the day #mask #video games #zunen #godfall

[whumpacabra]

Setting Bones

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Aleko woke with a start, the heartbeat beside his own too fast and too small. He relaxed, recalling the events of the night, though he still held tension in his limbs. He didn’t want to disturb the sleeping god.

It slept peacefully and deeply; slow, steady breaths stirred the air. With great care, he stood and stepped over the smaller creature, moving slowly to avoid waking the god from its slumber. Even asleep, the god radiated pain through Aleko’s mind.

He needed to call the sentry. As an Ancient, she would know best how to care for the god, or how to take him across the mountains to the temples. He stirred the ashes of the fire pit, still dark without the fresh kindling Aleko had planned on retrieving the previous night.

A spare twig, scattered to a nook of the cave, was enough to catch a small ember. He carried the fire with caution, the small glow shying away from every breath. The incense burners that hung at the entrance of his home sparkled in the morning sun, the golden disks swaying gently in the breeze that threatened the spark he carried.

He lit the fourth burner, the blue powder within catching, kindling, and growing the small flame he had stolen from the hearth. Thick smoke billowed from the disk, the indigo clouds distinct from the greys and whites of the mountain stone. She would know to bring medical supplies.

There was a mewl from within the cave, echoed and magnified by the chamber’s size. The god wasn’t quite awake as Aleko trotted to its side, the smaller being twitching and shivering. He carefully moved the god closer to the steam vents, the warm air brushing at its blood speckled hide.

Aleko laid beside the wounded creature, unsure how to comfort it. Time crawled by, the ashes of the fire pit growing dim and the smoke from the burner paling in the late morning light.

A familiar screech broke the air, Ankoi’s feathery wings fluttering as she landed at the mouth of the cave, clawed feet skittering over the stone.

“Aleko! What happened? Hope it’s nothing too serious, the zaquek root is hard to harvest this early –”

“Shush!” Aleko huffed, instinctively curling tighter around the god.

“Why? What – what are you-?” Ankoi’s words faltered, eyes growing wide as Aleko stood, revealing the tiny creature curled next to the thermal vents.

“It’s sleeping.”

She approached cautiously, wings folded tight against her back, but ears perked. Being about the same size as the creature, Ankoi could better survey its figure. Tufts of dark, thick hair curled from its head, skin beaded with sweat and flecked with dried blood. One leg was cut short, the other mangled. It took slow, even breaths, occasionally interrupted by a soft groan.

“Where did you find them?” She breathed, sitting beside the creature’s twisted leg. This might need more than zaquek root. Two clawed fingers brushed hair from its face, the beings eyes screwed shut but darting back and forth behind heavy eyelids.

“The stars, last night. Did you see them?” Aleko asked, not waiting for an answer as he sat by the dying fire. “It wasn’t a star that fell, it was a capsule or chariot of some sort – it was awful and burning – and there they were! I – I just couldn’t leave them, the fire and the smoke…it would have…”

“Yeah,” Ankoi breathed, sighing deeply before taking jars from her bag.

“Is it a…do you know what it is? You know the acolytes better than me nowadays,” Aleko asked cautiously, shifting where he sat.

“I’m not really sure, actually,” She poked the being’s face as she dabbed ointments to the burns and cuts. “Definitely not any Ancient I’ve seen, not even in the galleries,”

“Do you think a priest would know?” Aleko asked, watching her assess the creature’s twisted leg again. She pulled some pieces of carapace armor from her back, brow furrowed as she sorted them to find compatible plates.

“Maybe? But there’s no way to transport it, it wouldn’t survive the mountains or the sky. Its lungs are too small by my estimate, they’d suffocate.” Ankoi shifted to her toes, carefully laying the animal flat on its back.

“Maybe it’s a god, like from the stories?” Aleko mused, entertaining the thought with some embellished imagination. Aleko, he who saved a god. Ankoi chuffed at the thought.

“I doubt it, but, who knows? No one’s seen a god in a long time…” She grimaced at the leg, hand hovering above the ankle joint to pull the twisted limb straight. The winged woman whispered a prayer, partly to the gods and partly a plea to the injured being beside her. “I’m so sorry,”

The creature screamed awake, a swift yank on its broken limb straightening the joints and making it so she could set the bones.

“Careful! It’s fragile!” Aleko grunted, jumping to his feet at the ear piercing cry. Ankoi was easily able to hold the creature down, thin limbs having the strength to carry trees. She placed the thinnest carapace pieces to the mangled section of the leg, ignoring the creature’s protests.

“I know what I’m doing,” She hissed, tightly binding the splint with bandages even as the creature continued to whimper. “I think,” She whispered to herself, catching the being’s gaze with her own.

It seemed fixated on her, eyes bright with pain but blinking away tears to see her better. The being whispered to itself, words scratching the furthest reaches of Ankoi’s mind. She had heard those sounds before. Those words.

“Annnj’el?” She repeated leaning away from the stabilized leg and closer to the creature’s face. It shrank away, but again said the word, frantic and slurred as it rambled. The gears in Ankoi’s mind turned, a forgotten piece of history dusted off.

“Is it talking to you? Can you understand it?” Aleko asked, voice echoing softly as he peered over her shoulder. The creature shied away, wincing at his warm breath.

“I think…a little bit. I have this …thing…I found it – it doesn’t matter, give me a day, I need to get it from my nest,”

“Wait, so you can understand it? How? You said you didn’t know what it was,” Aleko asked, backing away as the sentry gathered up her supplies and began to gallop for the mouth of the cave.

“I can’t understand it – yet – but I think I have something that can help it understand us,” She grinned, pausing at the ledge to press her face to Aleko’s nose. “I’ll be back soon – don’t let it die.”

Aleko shrank away at the idea, horrified by the notion that the fragile thing in his home may not survive another day.

“I’ll – I’ll try…?”

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#whump #scifi #crash landing #aliens #broken bones #burns #my ocs #godfall #BOO! update for a story that’s what. 4 years old now? #I had this written around the time I wrote the original pieces and figured I should clean em up and post em #but who knows this is dusting off some fun worldbuilding and narrative memories #I have an unfinished addition I might finish and post as well

[jojotier]

maybe the thing i was missing from this fantasy project was the fact that to kill god you have to rip its throat out with your own teeth

#backburner projects #godfall #something something humans prey on beasts but gods prey on humans so to prey on god means #to become a beast

[littlemisspractical]

A very sketchy piece I did trying to make Flynn look dramatic in an IC manner. He's not a physcial badass, but he IS the accidental leader of the group and very determined to see his mission through. It weighs on him somtimes, but he puts a good face on it.

#my art #ttrpg character #oc art #digital art #i had fun with the limited colours too #flynn #godfall

[angel-of-death-2015]

The Seventh Sanctum if she were human 💛💙💛💙

#art #my art #angel's art #godfall #godfall ps5 #the seventh sanctum #digital art #digital illustration #illustration #gold #blue #mahou shoujo #black girl magic #black magical girl #gajinka #artists on tumblr #black art #black artist #blacktober

[lordvermire]

🐮 Let's find if we can slay the gods! 🐮

⬇️ Check below to join! ⬇️

#Vtuber #Godfall

[kosenart]

Just a simple fan art of Godfall’s Silvermane.

Even with all the flaws, I like the game.

#art #fan art #fanart #godfall #sword of courage #silvermane #lion #valorian #knight #commander #orin #doodle #cape #csp #clip studio paint #rkgk

[ferrariking1949]

These creatures are just begging to be slaughtered.

#godfall #fantasy #games #gamingcommunity #gaming #xbox #game #twitch #playstation #youtuber #gamers #ps5share #youtube shorts #twitchclips

[cthoniaverse]

The Ascended

Those who have grasped divinity and ascended to godhood. These beings are effectively immortal, they are ageless and will live unto eternity, unless killed through very specific means. To become a god one needs to pursue one of the several paths outlined below and obtain a Crown. When one manifests, takes, or forges a Crown, they receive a new divine epithet bestowed by the ether of the universe or, as some think, Cthonia.

Crowns: A physical manifestation of one's divinity, a halo that sits atop a god's head and marks them as an immortal being of great power. The appearance of Crowns varies from god to god, often having traces of their domain worked into its make. A Crown cannot be stolen, it is earned through strength, skill, or sacrifice. A Crown is warranted with strength. In the rare occasion that a god dies, their crown will fracture, and their divine power will spill forth in what is known as a Godfall.

Methods of Ascension 

Cultivation: The practice of extending one’s lifespan through practice of esoteric mystical and martial arts. Many wizards and battle-sages are on this path. It is the most common method pursued, though has the smallest success rate due to the sheer amount of time needed to ascend this way. The objective of this path is to create a Crown from one’s own life force and establish dominion over some aspect of the world, making it an outward expression of one’s will upon reality.

Deicide: Another way to achieve godhood is to “simply” kill a god. This creates what is known as a Godfall, where the god’s Crown fractures and unleashes their cultivated magic and divine life force. The killer is often able to grab the lion’s share of the power for themselves, however this method is predictably chaotic and some fragments will disperse far away or end up grabbed by others nearby, intentionally or not. Those who achieve godhood through this method are often slightly weaker than those who do so on their own, but they can grow stronger through killing more gods. During the War of the Heavens many achieved godhood through this method, and many lesser gods grew in power by taking it from others.

Ritual Sacrifice: It is also possible to craft a Crown by using the life energy of others as fuel, though the numbers required are massive. These rituals are outlined in arcane artifacts known as Tomes of Sacrifice, books often locked away within vaults by powerful sorcerers and gods, or found deep within ancient temples and ruins. They seem to fade in and out of existence and only work for those “destined” to use them, outlining a specific path towards divinity for the individual that opens them. Some believe these tomes are created by Cthonia themself, the Eldritch being who’s corpse forms the realm everyone lives in. For a point of reference, a trio of gods (a father, mother, and son) took advantage of the chaos and carnage of war during the War of the Heavens and each sacrificed three million souls to attain godhood. Nine million people’s lives offered up as fuel for the power hungry. They now rule an empire as immortal conquerors, forbidding the worship of other gods in their lands. The steps to enact these rituals are unique to the Tome one comes across and often take a lot of set up, but they are quite powerful when activated. Typically they involve creating a massive ritual circle. During the War of the Heavens, as this aspiring trio expanded their territory many cities expected a siege, only to see the surrounding army setting up a massive arcane array, realizing too late that they were dead center in a sacrificial rite.

#fantasy #world building #writing project #cthonia #writing practice #godhood #fiction #ascension #godfall #crown #deicide #sacrifice #cultivation

[norastarighet]

Un paseo en bicicleta xD

Ahu están Nora , Bob , blind y las en una sola bici , no sé pero creo que se van a venir matando xD

(Parecen latinos xd)

#artists on tumblr #my art #my art stuff #my artwork #sketches #digital art #sketch #doodle #my artwrok #my art <3 #digital painting #bandcamp friday #godfall #digital drawing #the buried #the amazing digital circus #digital illustration #the magnus archives #tma #referencias #Nora Starighet #blind flame #law zein #bob de mayo #my ocs art #my ocs are my children #my characters #ocs #my oc art #my ocs my beloved

[whumpacabra]

Last Alive

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Ray woke screaming, the leg he still had stabbed through with sharp pain and warm with fresh blood. The world was too bright, fuzzy with pain and blood loss. A snarl unlike anything he had ever heard before brought with it memories.

The crash.

Aryana.

The monster.

The giant paced the cave’s length clawed feet scuffing the stone floor. The being above him was a different monster. No matter his thrashing, the thin limbs kept him still, the creature’s focus kept on the broken leg it had straightened.

Ray thought the first intelligent life humanity encountered would be impossible to comprehend, some ever shifting angelic or eldritch being beyond a mere human’s sensory ability to observe and understand. This being was solid, and its structure within the bounds his dehydrated and concussed mind could believe.

It was akin to the centaurs of old but draped in shimmering feathers that betrayed green when they caught the sunlight that filtered through the mouth of the cave. The two rear limbs laid the creature’s body against the floor, one pair of forelimbs supporting the upper body. The additional pair of prehensile four toed hands – he thought they were hands – moved with agility and purpose, tying a brace to his broken leg.

His whimpers drew its attention, the disk like face turned toward him. The four dark eyes that observed him twitched in their sockets as it blinked to him. Owl-like, its small beak clicking softly as it stared back it him before adjusting its wings. A larger pair folded against the lower body’s back; a smaller pair affixed to the nearly humanoid upper body.

“An…angel…” He muttered, chest aching with every breath, a soft smile twitching at his lips. His moment of amused fantasy was short lived. Ray flinched as the bird-like being shifted closer to his face.

“Annni’el…” It chirped; voice deeper than he expected.

“Angel,” Ray repeated, unsure if communication or mere mimicry had been achieved. “Are you – can you understand me?”

Ray shrank away at the rumble of the giant’s growl, the creature’s breath warm against his face. The winged being and giant chirped and rumbled at each other, Ray unable to understand how communication between the two very different sounds was possible.

With a final trill the avian being sprinted to the end of the cave, taking flight into the cool mountain morning.

Leaving Ray alone with the giant. It turned to him, massive form blocking most light from the mouth of the cave. He tried to stay calm, to dredge up memories of extrasolar survival training.

All he could find were memories of Aryana improvising a flame thrower out of discarded fuel cells and the compost fumes. And Broggs building a shelter while rambling about the geological significance of the boulders. And Thoms calculating the minimum requirements for survival without missing a beat. And Anka carefully separating piles of poisonous and edible plants no one else could tell apart.

The other crew members he had lived with for the past months. Trained with for the past years.

Sobs wracked his broken body, ribs screaming at every choked whimper. The giant grew closer, steps soft and light in spite of its size. It lowered itself to the floor, the nose of its muzzle twitching as it watched him. The giant’s eyes watched him, heavy and sad and glowing in the shade of its own crest.

It made a soft, keening sound, inching closer. Ray met those sad eyes, letting his gaze drift across the creature’s frame, from its quilled spine to its hoofed paws. The massive skull moved forward, gentle and cautious as it pressed against the man, letting him embrace it.

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#whump #scifi #broken bones #crash landing #aliens #language barrier #survivors guilt #my ocs #godfall #okay thats the last of the 'chapters i wrote 4 years ago but never posted' now i have to actually write stuff

[jojotier]

half of the worldbuilding for this specific fantasy idea i have is just coming up with different genders and frankly that's Very sexy of me

#fantasy #backburner projects #godfall

[ship-of-skitties]

#did the write! #godfall