Matheus Graef

Thank you!!!

Appreciate it Makkon!! :)

Thank you so much!

The distant city was a last minute addition. But I figured it helped sell the scale of the abyss even further, and kind of gave a needed "continuity" to the world, makes the viewer ask questions. "What is that city's relationship with the great pit?", and so on!

Thank you!

Omios Ures by Matheus Graef A classless, level-less RPG with a free-form magic system, unique fantasy lineages and a weird fantasy world.

Wonder no further! Lodestar to Karamouska goes over a cult that worships a great abyss, in a city that perches over one of these bottomless pits. The .pdf is free!

matheusgraef.itch.io/omios-ures

(you can snag a physical copy on Exalted Funeral!)

So I got rid of the worshipper altogether: the chasm becomes the subject, and the spectator an active participant. The lit green candle fulfills the narrative role of the "worshipper" idea; it evokes ritual, holiness and mysticism since it burns an unnatural color.

The original idea was a worshipper standing on the edge of the abyss. After a lot of trial and error, I realized the problem with the idea is that it made the spectator feel like a passive observer rather than a participant, and it blunted the spectator's relationship with the abyss.

A bottomless chasm, miles wide, takes up more than two thirds of the image. The distant horizon harbors a silent city. The sky a dark blue, it is moments before dawn. We stand on the precipice, observing a single lit candle, burning a green flame. A humble prayer to the Buried God. Text reads: "In the barren unearthed tongues, older than all, two words often appear: that of “the world” and that of the “buried god”. All too often, however, they seem to refer to the same thing. Omios Ures"

Here it is with text, the spread in the book.

These are the first real pages of the book so they deserved something grandiose, mystic and transporting (and understated!)

This idea took a couple months of throwing ideas at the wall, none of which seemed to stick until now. Quite happy with this.

A bottomless chasm, miles wide, takes up more than two thirds of the image. The distant horizon harbors a silent city. The sky a dark blue, it is moments before dawn. We stand on the precipice, observing a single lit candle, burning a green flame. A humble prayer to the Buried God.

Offering to the Buried God

Finished the intro spread art of Omios Ures. 👁️ Will post it later tonight.

A black robed wizard, embroided with stars, stands on top of a stone peak. Behind him, the vastness of the world. The early morning creeps amidst the ravines, painting the world in coy lilacs and deep purples. A city of horned spires jolts from the stony wastes, illuminated in bright cosmopolitan oranges. An alien zeppelin flares out its floodlights at the rooftops and beyond. The wizard stares at the viewer, though we do not see within his cloak and hood. Blackness. From the void creeps out two marble-white hands, old as time, covered in rings, gesturing in unknown signs. OMIOS URES

Two Carverine (orc-like humanoids), a male and a female, ride alongside eachother, on top of war hippos. They hold each other's arms. With the other hand, the female orc displays a freshly decapitated head - the enemy king. While the male lifts his axe up in prideful show. Both orcs have red hair and pinkish-gray skin, similar to the hippos they ride upon. The carverine have long, elephant like tusks, and wear minimal bronze armor. Two Carverine (orc-like humanoids), a male and a female, ride alongside eachother, on top of war hippos. They hold each other's arms. With the other hand, the female orc displays a freshly decapitated head - the enemy king. While the male lifts his axe up in prideful show. Both orcs have red hair and pinkish-gray skin, similar to the hippos they ride upon. The carverine have long, elephant like tusks, and wear minimal bronze armor.

a drawing of a gnome in a wizardly outfit, holding a lit candle - the gnome is half colored, half sketched. The gnome has blue nails, pointy shoes and an art nouveau walking stick. above him is in the text "GNOMOS" in an orange, art nouveau font. a drawing of a gnome in a wizardly outfit, holding a lit candle - the gnome is half colored, half sketched. The gnome has blue nails, pointy shoes and an art nouveau walking stick. above him is in the text "GNOMOS" in an orange, art nouveau font.

A giant cyclops. Slender, female. Her armor is golden bronze, made of large plates with shield-sized domes protusions, which help veer off attacks. She wears a golden diadem, golden earrings, and her single eye is bright blue. Her armor shines from the warm light that trickles into the large chamber, pouring in from an off-scene oculus. Her face partially in the dark, tall that she is, only illuminated partially by the bounce lighting of her armor. Her right arm adjusts her belt, while her left arm is lifted, underneath it; we see a shirtless servant on top of a tall staircase, tying the laces of her bracer. The staircase is built of beige stone. The bracer is almost the size of this person. By the cyclops' feet, we see two other servants donning her greaves. One of them holds the giant slab of bronze in place, while the other, behind the cyclops' calf, ties up the laces. The floor is a white marble tile, giving the entire scene a slight reflection. Did you know a single greave of this Cyclops weighs around 150 kilos? Behind the Princes Warrior, we see a 2 story tall greataxe. It is brightly illuminated by the single shaft of light that brightens the entire room. In fact, the entire scene is illuminated either by the natural light, or the bounce lighting of the cyclops' armor, giving the entire painting a warm look. The chamber is large and tall, made of stone, to accomodate the Princess Warrior. A small brazier burns incense, permeating the room with a pleasant odor of cloves. Behind the Cyclops and her servants, three noble folk overlook her befitting from a balcony. The balcony sits at the height of the Cyclops' head. One woman smokes, the man in the middle lifts a goblet with a grin, and the leftmost woman looks simply bored. There's a glass pitcher hewn with gold half-filled with wine next to them.

Heavily inspired by Morrowind, Planescape and 70's Star Wars with a dash of bronze age and art nouveau. The mood? Conan after Conan: all the heroes are dead and this is the world they built.

That's OMIOS URES, my weird fantasy RPG. And it's FREE on itch.io!

matheusgraef.itch.io/omios-ures

Strigidryad

at a glance it looks like a ps2 masterpiece

Gorgeous compo. A white MTG card if I've ever seen one.

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thanks!

A dark room, lit by a single shaft of light from above. A man laying flat on a stone floor, next to him is a sorceress on her knees, dagger up in the air, an instant before she plummets the blade into his chest. The man stares at the viewer with a content expression. Next to the man's hand is a tipped over goblet.

Willing Subject

Hey, thanks! That was the intent! :)

the transparent ps2 man holy shit 😮‍💨

With all the current 2000's revival, this fad is the one I wish made a comeback.

Oh bsky is heaven compared to everything else but it's a little silly to be covering artistic nudes.

A dark room, lit by a single shaft of light from above. A man laying flat on a stone floor, next to him is a sorceress on her knees, dagger up in the air, an instant before she plummets the blade into his chest. The man stares at the viewer with a content expression. Next to the man's hand is a tipped over goblet.

Willing Subject

A sorceress astounded by her freshly sculpted homunculus. A single shaft of light illuminates her creation. Bounce lighting reflects upon the sorceress. The homunculus has a flaccid butt. The maker's hands are covered in fresh clay. They are the only body parts of the sorceress that are directly lit. Faint, residual purple smoke wisps from her fingertips: the homunculus stands in an awkward pose, that of a creature freshly adjusting to its body. The homunculus has thin limbs and a hefty torso, though it is faced against the viewer. The sorceress's workshop is littered in sculpting tools, brushes, an open tome of transmutation, ceramic bowls and a pitcher of dirty clay water in which lie a few of these tools. Clay shavings are scattered about the floor. A red, runic circle surrounds the humonculus. In the dark background it is possible to catch a few failed prototypes on a shelf.

"Birth of the Homunculus"

A sorceress astounded by her creation.

This painting has been floating around in my head for months now, and I only found the right time to bring it to fruition yesterday!

(see thread for details + process shot-by-shot)

this looks incredible!

Good

they were so bizarre. definitely left a mark on me as a kid!

stare into the spoon...

alakazam is my favorite pokemon

Human Artists, use only one piece to convince people to follow you.