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Jalil, the twelve-finger wanderer

Terra Antiqua

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Terra Antiqua is a realm of life and death, magic, intrigues and corruption, where all my stories take place.

It's here that you'll find Lady Rithiell Gel'feyn amongst her many suitors and Norick Blanke trying to keep her lifestyle a well-kept secret from her father, while searching for the truths that have been kept hidden from him since he was a little boy. You will also meet Hasar of Ahmiran, a slave boy of royal descent who's being maltreated by his master and father, Guillaume Lefor. You may even stumble upon Nachaloa Efari in her pursuit of revenge against the crimes Yeran Morunt and his daughter Geira have committed towards her, with her beloved dog Courage and her best friend Uma Blanke supporting her every decision. And those are only but a few of the people that populate this vast world of wonders...

Rithiell Gel'feyn

Lady Rithiell Gel'feyn

Daughter of Lord Eronion and Lady Azrathea Gel'feyn and twin sister of Lord Eldorin.

A woman of many talents and many more secrets.
A Qarista, one not interested in the old magic of the world but in the magic she sees in the hearts of people.
An agile mind and a sharp tongue, fitted perfectly on a curvy feminine figure.
A frivolous and very demanding noble at times.

All in all, a very interesting persona!

Her Soothing Beauty"Hasar, light!"

An angry shout and a glare was all that was needed. The boy flinched instantly and held the mirror at a different angle, making sure his master was satisfied. The light filled the room once again, sun rays reflecting on the cold surface of the mirror, dancing their way merrily upon the woman's ebony hair. Hasar stood in awe, gazing at her smooth Qarista features.
"By the Duelling Moons", he thought. "Her beauty can only be compared to that of a goddess".
The woman rolled her eyes and for a fleeting moment they shared a glance. It was then that Hasar realised he was still staring at her. The boy's cheeks turned red and he qu

Two Grapes and a Glass of spilt RacameA warm spring breeze carried the sweet, melodic laughter of Lady Rithiell to Hasar's ears as he was heading to the garden. His heart pounded vividly in his chest, forcing him to stop and catch his breath. What was it about this woman that made his arms tremble like those of a sealh's*¹, when she is paying her respects to the Mighty Wind? His shaky hands betrayed him and, to his fright, he realised he had spilt some of the wine. Several droplets were spread on the stone-covered floor, the rich aroma of fruits, sanā*² and cassia*³ filling his sinuses, while another tear-shaped drop was sliding slowly down the crystalline surface of the gob

A Day Unlike the Others - Pt.1Part One

He was lying on a thin layer of leaves beneath a tree, watching at the squirrels jumping merrily from branch to branch as they were preoccupied with their food gathering task and listening to the birds chirp, welcoming the beginning of spring. The snow had melted almost a month now and nature in its entirety was dancing to the tunes of rebirth and renewal. Norick smiled as one of the birds flew down from the tree it was perched on and nestled on his chest.
Admittedly, the country of Chatand had nothing to be jealous of Rhydor, his birth place. But then again, there was nothing he loved more than the frozen, snow covered peaks of t

A Day Unlike the Others - Pt.2Part Two

Bickering was never his forte. The only way he knew how to solve his problems was physical, most of the times a fight. He didn't mind taking a few blows here and there, that was actually part of the whole "letting out the steam" procedure. But with Rithiell that wasn't a plausible solution.

After him walking away from her and turning at the corner of the bakery on his way to the local tavern of the district, he had stopped in order to calm down his nerves. Without even noticing, he had clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, thinking of what had happened. Why did he ever agree to take this job? He could have found something bette

Norick Blanke

Norick Blanke

Son of Uma Blanke and Yeran Morunt, step brother of Geira and Diita Morunt.

He has a lot of issues in his life. One of them, the one he has to learn how to deal with in a daily basis, is Rithiell. He is her bodyguard and one of her best friends. He wants to believe she wants him to be more. But he is not willing to take any action until he solves his biggest problem. His heritage...

A Day Unlike the Others - Pt.1Part One

He was lying on a thin layer of leaves beneath a tree, watching at the squirrels jumping merrily from branch to branch as they were preoccupied with their food gathering task and listening to the birds chirp, welcoming the beginning of spring. The snow had melted almost a month now and nature in its entirety was dancing to the tunes of rebirth and renewal. Norick smiled as one of the birds flew down from the tree it was perched on and nestled on his chest.
Admittedly, the country of Chatand had nothing to be jealous of Rhydor, his birth place. But then again, there was nothing he loved more than the frozen, snow covered peaks of t

A Day Unlike the Others - Pt.2Part Two

Bickering was never his forte. The only way he knew how to solve his problems was physical, most of the times a fight. He didn't mind taking a few blows here and there, that was actually part of the whole "letting out the steam" procedure. But with Rithiell that wasn't a plausible solution.

After him walking away from her and turning at the corner of the bakery on his way to the local tavern of the district, he had stopped in order to calm down his nerves. Without even noticing, he had clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, thinking of what had happened. Why did he ever agree to take this job? He could have found something bette

Hasar of Ahmiran

Hasar of Ahmiran

Son of Sasum of Ahmiran and Guillaume Lefor.

Born in servitude and trapped in a mansion from a very early age was a fact Hasar had accepted of his life, until he met Rithiell. She came into his world and shook him from the ground up, changing his life for ever.
He will always love her and will always be indebted to her. But only to her and noone else.
For he has vowed to himself never to be a slave again...

Her Soothing Beauty"Hasar, light!"

An angry shout and a glare was all that was needed. The boy flinched instantly and held the mirror at a different angle, making sure his master was satisfied. The light filled the room once again, sun rays reflecting on the cold surface of the mirror, dancing their way merrily upon the woman's ebony hair. Hasar stood in awe, gazing at her smooth Qarista features.
"By the Duelling Moons", he thought. "Her beauty can only be compared to that of a goddess".
The woman rolled her eyes and for a fleeting moment they shared a glance. It was then that Hasar realised he was still staring at her. The boy's cheeks turned red and he qu

Two Grapes and a Glass of spilt RacameA warm spring breeze carried the sweet, melodic laughter of Lady Rithiell to Hasar's ears as he was heading to the garden. His heart pounded vividly in his chest, forcing him to stop and catch his breath. What was it about this woman that made his arms tremble like those of a sealh's*¹, when she is paying her respects to the Mighty Wind? His shaky hands betrayed him and, to his fright, he realised he had spilt some of the wine. Several droplets were spread on the stone-covered floor, the rich aroma of fruits, sanā*² and cassia*³ filling his sinuses, while another tear-shaped drop was sliding slowly down the crystalline surface of the gob

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More Original Characters

Terra Antiqua's heroes and villains!

Terra Antiqua is a vast world with many more characters than just the three mentioned above. Each of them has a story of their own, some more detailed than others, a few of them intentionally not revealed here (or anywhere else!) and some yet to be written. But they are all indispensable parts of the world and of the stories I'm writing, so they too deserve to be shown off!
So here they are!

A Heartbeat Once MoreThe morning was still very young when Uma left Harn's End. Travelling to the Ruined Citadel was no easy task, she knew that well. She also knew she had more chances surviving when most of the cultists were still sleeping or preoccupied preparing the new day's rituals.

But it wasn't only necessity that made her travel during those early hours in the morning. She enjoyed it too. It helped remembering the days she was a member of the Grey, although those days were long gone now. The memories of her past life were still vivid in her mind. She never regretted a thing, especially that day. It was her duty to protect the villages and her pride to b

A Quartet of Strings - Yeran.The boy knocked persistently at the wooden door. In his hands there was a creased letter. The door opened slowly, creaking loudly, as the figure of an old man appeared at the threshold of the house. His hair and beard were white like the snow that covered the mountain peaks of Rhydor, his skin pale, his eyes a cold faded blue. He took the letter from the boy, slipped a couple of gold coins in his palm and slammed the door shut behind him.

Walking to the inner sanctum of his house, Yeran Morunt broke the seal and started reading, slowly and carefully, his face remaining frigid and expressionless.

"The bait worked, they came for her eventuall

A Quartet of Strings - Uma.The constant ringing sound of hammer on anvil calmed her spirit. The Citadel's forge was definitely an unusual place for anyone to visit when seeking solace and peace, but Uma wasn't treading upon an ordinary person's footsteps.
She placed the silver rod into the fire until the metal turned a bright orange glow, reaching to the point that her father always called "a forging heat". She skillfully beat her hammer down, starting to draw out the length of the billet into what appeared to be the shape of a blade.

The first sun rays entered the cabin, lighting the small bedroom. Uma opened her eyes indolently, a yawn slipping her lips as she stre

A Quartet of Strings - Geira.The day was bleak and cold, one of the most bitter days of the year, despite the fact that the eleventh moon had appeared in the sky barely two days ago. The snow was replenishing its icy deposits over the Ari Mountains, rendering the ability to travel long distances impossible. Geira was squatting near the exit of the cave, her back against the rocky wall, waiting. She was turning ten today and was about to receive her birthday gift.
She could hear the screams coming from inside, the agonizing shrieks and the pleading. Her face remained calm though, a flicker of anticipation barely noticeable in her eyes. She didn't have to wait long. Yera

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Feature of the Day!

As promised, every day I will feature something that catches my eye.
It will stay on my page for at least 24 hours.

If you want to browse through the previous features, simply click on the Gallery button!

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General Art

Traditional Art

"Pencil... Such a small yet powerful thing.
Sharpen it's end and allow your creativity to flourish and give birth to little wonders!"

My mum used to say that to me when I was a teenager and was desperate to express the creative side of me. She was so right! Several years have passed since then, yet I find myself still following her advice.

So, many pencils later, these are what have come to be!

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Literature

A Realm of Words and of Worlds.

Many worlds, all of them fictional. Every single one of them buzzing with life, where my characters live and breathe, fall in love and die. Where Magic still exists, in many different forms. Where war rages. Where anything is possible.

The gate to my Realms is now open, waiting for you to enter!

Before and Now: The Chronicles of Ral'Rae KreenChapter One

The room was dark and silent. A feminine form was standing in front of the only window of the place enjoying a smoke, her naked body being highlighted by the few moon rays sneaking inside. Her skin, its colour similar to that of a mature peach, was glistening, sweat sliding down her forehead and neck, twin lekku resting on her shoulders. There was no doubt the woman was a twi'lek, and not of the common sort. She was a Lethan.
She finished her smoke and wiped the sweat off on the back of her palm. The heat was unbearable this time of year on Tatooine. She walked to the side of the bed and picked her clothes from the floor, reachi

Literature Gallery

Poetry

Charles Bukowski said that "Poetry is what happens when nothing else can".
Also, according to Leonardo Da Vinci, "Poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen".

As for me, poetry is more like a carnival filled with smells, sounds, colours, images and emotions, all entwined in a mysterious, magical way...

FairytaleA starlit sky,
filled with wonders,
destined to exist for ever...
So many stories to tell,
able to travel your mind far away,
but there's still something missing.

Let me now sing you a story
that'll fill your heart on emotions.
The story of a particular speck of stardust
who always believed it'll vanish,
but never did...

You see my little ones,
this speck of stardust had something unique.
It was glowing in the darkest of places,
where every one else was swallen by darkness.
But it was extremely modest to ever realize its unique trait.

One day a child lifted its eyes to the sky
in search of hope.
And in that vast darkness it

A garden of rosesBuilt out of thorns, yet so wild and beautiful,
A garden of roses resides in his heart.

Winter used to live there with him
and the roses stopped blooming,
only thorns were left, tearing his heart apart.

One day he woke up surprised.
Winter had left and spring had come back to the garden.

At first he could not stare at the sun.
Then the snow melted and the roses blossomed again.

When the first rose bud broke open,
he felt a warmth in his heart.

With tears in his eyes, he turned and stared at the sun,
only to see that the sun was smiling down on him.

Photography

As far as the eye can see and a camera's lenses can capture.

A trusted companion on each one of my trips and a personal keeper of memories, my camera has helped me see the world through many different colours, aspects and levels.

That strange but wonderfull world I'm sharing here with you, or at least parts of it!

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Feature of the Day: May 2013

Wed Jun 5, 2013, 7:32 AM

As promised, almost every day I will feature a deviation on my profile that catches my eye, chosen from a variety of different forms of artwork (drawing, painting, photography, 3D arts, animation, literature, artisan crafts and even artist supplies, like stock photos, brushes and tutorials) under the "Feature of the Day" section. It will stay on my page for at least 24 hours.

Every end of the month there will be a round-up of all the featured artworks in a journal that I'll be sharing with you, along with a few more that didn't make it to the folder due to my lack of activity in here!

I hope you enjoy!

PS. I have now found a job. Finally. It was just about time. But that means that I'm off the house many hours and when I'm back I have many other things to do before I can spare some time to spend online. That doesn't mean I don't check my profile and messages. I do, so don't stop dropping by to say hello or to leave a comment or two on my deviations.

Thanks for the understanding!

Features

And some "Game of Thrones" art, just because everyone seems to be utterly shocked of the Red Wedding event.

Previous Features

Feature of the Day: April 2013

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Feature of the Day: February 2013

Feature of the Day: January 2013

Feature of the Day: December 2012

Feature of the Day: November 2012

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Reading: Neil Gaiman - The Graveyard Book

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A few words about me.

The name Phae Lanegan O'Brien is not my real name. It's a nom de plume I use, because my real name is quite long and difficult to pronounce.

Author, poet, wannabe painter, dreamer, free spirit.

Welcome and thank you so much for visiting!

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To Do List

Because my memory is awful some times!

Contest prize for *SYoshiko, a short story featuring her winning entry [link]

(main idea decided, notes kept)

Write the second part of Norick's and Rithiell's first meeting

Write the story to accompany Jalil's painting

Live, Love, Support!

A Little Bit More about Me!

Life, along with all of its aspects, fills our world everyday. Through all those things that we come across daily, there are some that we end up loving.

Here's my personal selection of statements, things, ideas, concepts and beliefs that I love and support fiercely! They have shaped my personality so far!

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=Naariel May 29, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Hi, tried sending this in a note to you, but since you haven't responded I'm presuming you didn't receive it.

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~AzulMarina91 May 11, 2013

Thank you very much for the fav

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~Zebraskarix May 8, 2013 New member Student Digital Artist

thank for the add [link]

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~DominiqueWesson May 7, 2013 Professional General Artist

Thanks a lot for the watch!

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~ManFromAbora May 3, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Thanks for the fave!

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~simplemanips Apr 25, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Amazing gallery!

Thank you for the feature!

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=triple-E-comic Apr 24, 2013

Cain and Abel : Thanks for the Llama!
Abel : If you have the time you can drop an eye over our comic if you haven't already *smiles wide*

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*glassthroughskin Apr 7, 2013

I appreciate your support!

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*KejaBlank Apr 5, 2013 Professional Digital Artist

BIG THANKS for the Featuring!

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