Many new fans ask about Fragments of the Past, what is exactly, how it was conceived, and why I decided to create it. Here is a small 🧵about the birth of the world transfixed by the light of a fierce sun and cradled by twin verdant moons.
It might be this humble depiction of Adunitana Epotuzia, noblest among the maidens of the Green-Eyed Cobra. Adored by multitudes, yet a source of fear to her very mother.
In Syrmeos Isle, Auleo raised a temple preserving Etoi's geographic and celestial wisdom. Thus, he became Grammatopinax, the Cartographer, and the island embraced his name: Aulea, the Golden.
Adunitana of the Green-Eyed Cobra for Fragments of the Past! Come and join us on the Discord server. We are playing a community-driven, choose-your-own-adventure all together :D
Before being revered by the name of Phoeraia, she was known as Demobora, and before that, as Ata, She-Who-Piles-Up-Corpses. But now, nobody dares burn offerings to that ancient title anymore.
A small 🧵about some Fragments of the Past drawings/sketches that caused me to receive death threats or violent reactions. PLEASE, bear in mind I am not stressed or worried, to the contrary, they just made me laugh: some of those comments became a badge of honor and a meme. NSFW
The Oracle of Mindos is akin to a leopard or a lion; it devours uncertainty and stalks the night. The priestesses of that ancient sanctuary do not converse with the Immortal Gods but with the Double-Crested Panther, whose fangs tore down the flesh of immutable perfection.
The stars and all other nocturnal fires follow a sacred rhythm in their course through the dark, celestial shell. These dignified movements are aligned with the most ancient music, the tune played by the heavenly spouse of Cirta, the God of Oracles, Kapho.
The price of valour in battle is a mind darkened; the human heart cannot be both brave and untarnished. To those oblivious of these grim truths, can they truly claim they've faced the heart-biting terror?
Amidst the black reeds of Ancylus Lake, Demio discovered the hypogeum temple of the Headless God. There, he partook in the ancient communion with the Immortal Being, swallowing His golden honey; yet, he had to swear an oath of servitude to obtain the purification he sought
When the Agrauran learned about Ata, during their pilgrimage to the West, they adorned her putrid visage with a white mask, revering her as Demobora, the Devourer of Peoples.
Alt version of the new piece, without the character on the ship and a different "messenger" design (the head piece). As Hattusas say: May your soul be free in the birds' belly!
Clouded are the origins of Cirta,from the Hygreus River where She was venerated as the Serpent-slayer, unto the Korsia coast where Kapho forced her into submission for but one night and was transformed into a frog thereafter.Her birth might lie in the distant southern continent.
This is sometimes how I use references in Fragments of the Past: directly on the canvas to help me figure out details! Also, I am considering the idea of opening again my mentorship program, and I wonder if someone might be interested.
"The warriors of the Thesmidai Phratry: clad in blue like the bountiful sea, bronze-crested and feathered, wielding two spears as does the divine ruler of the East, Zeugro, son of Auleo. Pray you find yourself among their ranks and not standing before them.
"Are you of Iskuzai stock? Those cursed by the gods, consorts of ravens, lovers of war, misfortune's bearers, Askedoria's bane, desecrators of hallowed queens and sacred artifacts, brigands, and marauders?"
Erchita wrote that the myths pertaining to the slaughter of reptiles, snakes, and other slithering beasts are an accurate depiction of the sage's turmoils. His soul, like the Princess of the Galthenoi tales, must decapitate the origin of confusion, distraction, and torpor.
The Iskuzai were divided into four tribes, but one refused to follow the Crimson King in Askedoria and remained in the north. The reason for that is the following: while Arpoxais, Colaxais, and Lipoxais worshipped the Panther, the fourth tribe adored the Headless Idol.
Some men know the measure of themselves only by the blood they spill and by how much they have bled, but the truth is only the Immortal Gods can calculate what is without dimension.
The Iskuzai warhorn, also known as the Polekera, originated in the misty lands beyond Megatosponotos, the Bewitching Seas, at a time when the Four Tribes fought and traded with the Galthenoi.
I salute you,
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multitude! I am Haematinon, and I offer unto you, with all the vigor my modest means afford, a glimpse of the radiant Askedoria. Your ceaseless support fuels my expedition; my journey would falter without you.
In times of turmoil, many pray to Mother Ata: "By blade or enthralling drug, may my demise be swift and painless." But She does not give heed to those who associate themselves with Tyrants. Their death will be divested of any glory nor respite.
I like to create for Fragments of the Past small design/lore details. For example, the two-faced motif on swords and ornaments is typical to all the cultures that use the cycles of the Twin Moons to establish their calendar.
Fragments of the Past is 1 year old, we must celebrate! Today you can become a Bronze-Age character: your likeness might grace the history of Askedoria. To participate in this sacred game: RT, Like, or Buy the digital bundle with 50% off.
I'll draw a winner for each milestone
Fear not, Fragments of the Past new books are still in development; you will see more of that after the release of my new worldbuilding project, Ergo Cosmos.
Under fragrant pomegranates, sacred prostitution is conducted in the name of Phoeraia, Mistress of the sweetest fruit. Curiously, her priestesses don the lion's mane, a symbol of death and savagery. One might wonder why; yet, is not overthinking a bane of proper understanding?
"This I swear: by the blessed blue that made me free and whole again, my Life I offer to the Sacred Band. My Oath, a wall against all sorts of evils and a Vulture that cleanses the land with its keen beak"
There is a strange resemblance between the items left by the ancient bear-people of Askedoria and their sworn enemies, the Silver People of the East. Both defy common knowledge and intuition, hinting at a world very different from the one blessed by the presence of the Gods.
After the beheading of Arnissos, his siblings were deemed guilty for the roles they played in his demise. Thus, Phoeraia Demobora laid a curse upon them and their entire progeny: the Iskuzai. Fortunately, they were under the manifold protection of the Double-Crested Panther.
The Oracle of Pesimar spoke thus: "You will inhabit multiple bodies, and you will change thousands of skins. Such is your fate because only Gods are One."
Quick mentorship demo, my students asked me to demonstrate my thought-drawing process, I decided to pick a fight between a giant warrior and a brave knight as a subject :)
Ata is the Goddess of both Merciful and Painful Death, invoked by wounded warriors to deliver a swift end and worshipped by warlords to wreak great havoc upon the ranks of their foes.
A Wreath Love involves women exchanging wreaths made of flowers to express their affection for one another. The ritual courtship is accompanied by melodious chants, recited in one of the dialects collectively called Red Etoi.
When asked about their wandering existence and the reason for forsaking the shelter offered by their ancestral cities, the Kokhlidoi tender a terse response: 'We must roam the land, else how shall we discover the terrestrial stars?"
When you behold a well-built tower standing by a cliff of stones, know that Mochos Hubela is but two days hence. At this bend in the river, blessed by favorable winds, palms, and reeds abound, and the dialects of Melas already intermingle with the melodious voices of the Iskuzai.
My mother ruled the winds and waves of the coast, my grandmother killed Adastocles by strangling him with her silk belt, my ancestors had many children from hundreds of men, and their offspring built all the colonies of the Gulf of the Euthalius.
The dagger was deemed unfit for the temple, yet it had already been pledged as an offering. To present it would have been erroneous, yet to deny Phòs what had been sanctified in his name was impious. When the tainted weapon vanished, likely stolen, its creator found relief.
A step for one of my paintings. In the end, I decided to rework the roof not for an aesthetic reason, but because I felt another solution was required to make the piece more coherent with the lore. Of course, created for Fragments of the Past!
The Etoi of Askedoria called the golden goddess who slaughtered the great serpent Cirta, and yet, it is among the Agrauran where she is remember by her ancient title of Usas, the shining Dawn.
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It's fun to see the the two rhetoric arguments around AI art destroying each other: 1) you get astonishing results fast and easy 2) desperately trying to make it look difficult to get an ounce of recognition.
Detail of the new piece, it is finally finished! "Har-Mirri was without a husband because, in her heart, she longed for a lover who was not mortal, but divine: in fact, one day, she had seen Zephryos emerging from the concave waves and she fell in love with him."
In Beitris, as in many other cities along the Korasias coast, hetaerae adorn their heads with bramble crowns during the Spring Festival. They say these ornaments are as light and thorny as love itself.
Cleas was called Parameneos, the patient one, because he longed for his lost beloved, Diosconis. His vigil held fast, guarding the secret treasure within the Twin Moon caves. Thus, the divine mystery was protected. - Fragments of the Past, Narrative Artbook.
Despite being drawn only recently, the concept of the Executioner-King of the western Agrauran tribes was one of the first established for the Fragments of the Past TTRPG.
Only Nectar from the Sun's Isle can sate the dead's thirst. Lacking this sacred draught, kin's blood serves as a substitute. The Agrauran Kings' choice to cease the search for this radiant land is truly lamentable.
This character has been created for the Fragments of the Past chronicle the community is playing on Discord. It is like a choose-your-own-adventure game: I write each turn providing several options, players vote, and the story continues according to their decision. Link below!
If only I could return to where my heart belongs! If Time is but an illusion, by what sorcery are the gates of the past eternally sealed? Please, O please explain it to me! Yet, you offer only silence, your smile like a painted promise on your crimson lips.
As moons steer the tide's rhythmic dance / So does Beitris' charm entrance / Men from every distant strand / Seek shelter 'neath its grand expanse. / But as ambition scales its heights, / greed and excess tarnish its lights / menacing to mar its noble stance.
In a Sacred Dance, tarry not. Seek the hallowed words, a charm bestowing discount on all Fragments of the Past books. As June fades, so too shall this blessed chance.
The Etoi maidens undertake the Agon ritual after months spent in the darkness of a coastal cave. They adorn themselves with bronze kilts, fastening them to their hips with a cloth of crimson. Thus donned, they dance, bearing both the burden of the metal and the gaze of Zagrea.
The Gods have engulfed Elaphos in smoldering dust, drowning its pines and cattle in boiling waters. Its fields have been shrouded in salt, and its mountains were felled like trees. How can you bless the name of these beings? You do not understand that life and the gods are a
To behold the island of the white peacock, one must possess purity, braving the sea's expanse alone. Hence, when people see a lone craft wrestling with towering waves in the twilight's violet glow, they voice fervent prayers, imploring the Gods to bless such a voyage.
The myth recounts how Arnissos, the son of Phoeraia, met his demise through beheading, only to be reawakened as Erigonio Akephalos, finally divested of all restraints.
The dagger of Phòs eventually fell into the hands of Deontes. Yet, a dream cautioned him of its vicious nature and advised him to rid himself of the treasure. Leery of discarding such a prize, he entrusted it to Xantes of the Xannidai, an accomplice in his raids,yet also a rival.
When the Foreign Queen was dead, the Headless God took possession of Epheta's heart and blood, like the seed takes possession of a fertile womb. Her mind reached the sky, where the Moons dance, and everyone realized the Age of those who know Happiness would end in bloodshed.
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: Ettare. I did a small drawing based on his design, it might not be lore-friendly :D Ref pic in the comments!
Art Fundamentals and Worldbuilding Mentorships are now open! Only reach out if you're fully committed – I'm offering hardcore training, no less. :D If that hasn't scared you away, follow the link in the comments to learn more! Some spots have already been reserved.
The depiction of Cirta as the Golden Goddess in the fresco paintings of the Bicephalous Hekas Tomb attests to the fusion between the eastern deity Kirtah, slayer of the Primordial Snake, and the forgotten Dawn Goddess brought by the Etoi settlers in Askedoria.
Among the Hattusas and Etoi colonies of the Spice Strait, Zephryos is revered as a cerulean bull. Like Methymelan, he is hailed both as the Lord of bountiful abundance and the mysterious guardian of the grave.
The Molubdenoi said:"Why pay homage to the Gods? If they dwell in some distant realm, they are not our superiors, but inferiors, for they know thought and emotion yet are strangers to Death. We, bound to this world, face the shadow of our end with each dawn, and still we persist.