Trail of the Dream Titans
Trail of the Dream Titans
One Golden Evening
One Golden Evening
Canyon of the Elders
Canyon of the Elders
Cinnabar's Legions
Cinnabar's Legions
The Isle of Forbidden Cultivations
The Isle of Forbidden Cultivations
The Polluted Source
The Polluted Source
The Fourth Mark
The Fourth Mark
The Face of Ghan
The Face of Ghan
Building Tomorrow
Building Tomorrow
The Silksteel Jungles
The Silksteel Jungles
The Death Flyer
The Death Flyer
The Ancient Reef
The Ancient Reef
The Face in the Box
The Face in the Box
Slay the Spire
Slay the Spire
Into the Gorge
Into the Gorge
An Inauspicious Birth
An Inauspicious Birth
Journey from Beneath
Journey from Beneath
Bridge of the Shrouded Titan
Bridge of the Shrouded Titan
Between Mountains
Between Mountains
The Wreckers
The Wreckers
The Gates of Thoth
The Gates of Thoth
Trail of the Dream Titans
Trail of the Dream TitansWonders which have lasted aeons untold. Sometimes dormant, these giant monuments at times awaken and crawl ponderously across the plains. Villages have popped up in their wake, harvesting the trail of exotic chemicals spewed behind.--Numenera, Lost Geographies
One Golden Evening
One Golden EveningI'll always fondly remember those golden evenings I spent up on the high meadows with my grand dam. As she seeded the cooling air with short-lived pollinators, I would sit high on our servitor drone with my pets and watch as the distant landscape tore itself aloft. --Numenera, Lost Geographies
Canyon of the Elders
Canyon of the EldersWhen my great-grandda was just a wee pup, the first crack appeared: no longer than a grown man's head. There was much rejoicing amongst the faithful of our hamlet: a sign! Now... well, multiple fissures extend up and down and across the face of our deities' vessels, sweating sanctified brine. The choir sings its chanty hymns, welcoming the coming of our pickled lords; I sit on my stoop and consider the price to be paid in the event. Take care what you worship for. Garum the Apostate Numenera, 'Lost Geographies'
Cinnabar's Legions
Cinnabar's LegionsWalls red as the blood shed by her merciless legions, Cinnabar stands a proud metropolis in the desert wastelands. Those armies march forth even now, insatiable for conquest.And yet. A shadowy figure stares up at those vast walls. Assassination, provacation, and darkest intrigue: perhaps one person can bring down what armies built.
The Isle of Forbidden Cultivations
The Isle of Forbidden CultivationsOh, Horti-priest, forgive me! I know I should have averted my eyes... but my blinders failed, so they did stray of their own accord as I went about the sacred harvest last eve. And how could they not? The untended isle, lost to us so many centuries past, has grown into unimagined, wild, fecund glory! Why should we cull back the holy polyps when this is what they could become. Let them become... no, let us become... theirs. --Bilah, (Former) Novice Pruning Acolyte Numenera, Lost Geographies
The Polluted Source
The Polluted SourceIllustration for Numenera’s ‘Building Tomorrow’ sourcebook.
The Fourth Mark
The Fourth MarkThis odd structure stands lonely, caught between cliffs and crashing waves of Eldan Firth. Once there were four, now there is one. Who has climbed the hollowed interior to its top and returned? None. --Numenera, Lost Geographies
The Face of Ghan
The Face of GhanIts eyes look out on lonely seas, in a face born from crumbling ruin. What nameless aeons have you seen? What thoughts, what wisdom do you have for us in this ninth age? Folk say that for those with awakened minds, such questions of it and more can be asked and answered. What would you ask of the Face? --Numenera, Lost Geographies
Building Tomorrow
Building TomorrowSource book cover I painted for the tabletop RPG, ‘Numenera’.
The Silksteel Jungles
The Silksteel JunglesWe've charted several hundred miles and up to a thousand feet deep in places. This entire cloud forest is a fecund garden hanging on a webwork of super-tensile cables of unknown alloy that seem to exude from twisting, alien spires. What for and by whom was it built? Robots? Spiders? Robot spiders?! Of all horrors, I hope not! I'd hate to have to burn this place with fire. --Qarlah the Navigator, Salvage Expedition #3 Numenera, Lost Geographies
The Death Flyer
The Death FlyerCover illustration for a horror short story found in the best selling genre anthology, ‘Writers of the Future Vol. 34’.
The Ancient Reef
The Ancient Reef
The Face in the Box
The Face in the BoxCover illustration for Janey Bell’s award-winning short story, ‘The Face in the Box’. Now published in #1 best-selling science fiction anthology, ‘Writers of the Future Vol. 34’
Slay the Spire
Slay the SpireCover/promo art for hit indie game, ‘Slay the Spire’. An innovative, roguelike deckbuilder, StS has sold over a million copies since its initial release on Steam. Read more about the artistic contributions I made to it in the ‘Highlights’ section of my website.
Into the Gorge
Into the GorgeA forest of stone marches mile after mile ahead, a labyrinth. Quartzite columns grasp the clouds. Sheer faces echo the calls of countless birds flitting between islands in the sky draped in subtropical lushness. Hefting pack, rope, and hooked axe, I head into the unmapped gorges between.
An Inauspicious Birth
An Inauspicious Birth The first of four pieces illustrating a re-imagined ‘Frankenstein’ set in an abandoned future world.
Journey from Beneath
Journey from BeneathThey had heard myths of the world above the world Beneath. Of a ceiling not of stone, but of mist, and the great light and vastness of it. So father and son set out one day, upon the back of their faithful steed—a Greater Cave Gastropod—to steadily ascend from the safety of their depths. Then at last they spied, through a gap in the roof of distant caverns, a luminous eye (half-lidded) peering back at them.
Bridge of the Shrouded Titan
Bridge of the Shrouded TitanA mammoth canyon runs between the city states, limiting further expansion of trade. Luckily, we've found a new route. We've built a bridge across the wide-spread arms of an ancient titan of unknown provenance. Some have called us foolhardy to blithely cross the depths upon its frame... and beneath it's (not so?) empty gaze. --Numenera, Lost Geographies
Between Mountains
Between MountainsWhat is it like to live between two vast bodies which might crash together at any moment: a mountain and an alien thing which might as well be a mountain, the literal rock and a hard place? Ask the ascetics who built their temples and cloisters there. Also ask the hard bitten miners who bridged the divide and even now recklessly delve upwards for precious iotum. Their answers may differ less than you'd think.—Numenera, Lost Geographies
The Wreckers
The WreckersOn jagged shores of forsaken coast, a lonely lighthouse winks out. The Wreckers have come, these shorebound pirates, where trade winds dash galleons upon the cliff and shoal. "So what!" they shrug, of days since past, chasing prey out over the heaving ocean. "Why ever bother with anything other than treasure that comes straight to me?"
The Gates of Thoth
The Gates of ThothDeep in the eternal desert, you may find, if your search for ultimate truths is true, the Gates of Thoth. Beyond them lies the lost oasis of a god of mystery, magic, and all knowledge. A vast library awaits within for the intrepid scholar. However, for each secret unraveled, new mysteries are revealed, and no truth quite ultimate. Each sip of the spring in this oasis will ignite a yet deeper thirst for knowing.
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