Twin Worlds

This was another collab effort.

Airdicks was the one that drew the base sketch.

While MiseryGk did the coloring.

This is our second flagship character, Nocturus Blackfield.

The latest addition to Twin Worlds, a rogue mage named Hallie.

She's about 17 years old and has spent most of her teenage years running away from Magus Mundi.

She's recently met an exorcist named Sky, who is going to try and help her out by giving her a good place to stay for awhile.

The art is by MiseryGk and it's a lovely piece at that.

This was a collab effort.

Scareducks was the one that drew the base sketch.

While MiseryGk was the one that colored it.

It's of one of the flagship characters of Twin Worlds, Phador Mayhart.

  I'm the descendant of a long lost world. I'm granted strength by gods whose names we've long since forgotten.

The air itself oversees my well-being.

  I've lost everything. And never backed down.

I'm just a man, but heaven and hell desire me.

I'm a slayer of the creatures lurking in the darkness, and a savior to some as well.

I'm hunter, hunted, and founder of HUNTT.

I'm a father, a brother, and a friend.

I am the inheritor of two names.

I am the fusion of two souls.

An orphan thrice over.

I am a demon of high standing, and one of hell's most wanted.

I am a slayer of the things that go bump in the night, as well as one of them.

I am hunter, hunted, and founder of HUNTT.

I am a father, a brother, and a friend.

The fundamental truths of life.

Monsters aren't real.

Magic isn't real.

Myths aren't real.

Mankind spreads these lies to their children as though trying to reassure themselves, all the while feeling that something is watching, waiting, in the dark.

Monsters are real.

From demons, and devils, and dragons, to outlandish creatures like the dullahan, or the nuckelavee.  Monsters are real.  They live alongside us.  And sometimes; they aren't very thrilled with that arrangement.

Magic is real.

It exists all around us, and within us.  It perpetuates life and unlife.  It flows through all things.  It comes from a source which is at once within our grasp, and impossibly far away...

Myths are real.

Pantheons and heroes of old still stand, hidden away in the modern world.  They wait, biding their time, and they watch as humanity progresses forward.

Earth is a world of mystery, of miracles, and of malevolence.  Darkness waits around every corner, and likewise there is light waiting to force it back.