Hey again!After my last illustration for the shores of Arcade (which, I'm now certain, I must paint) I've decided to go a little further into this old world of mine and see what else comes to mind. In the immortal words of Michael Keaton, "let's turn on the juice and see what shakes loose."
Here, we have the far shores of Arcade. If you were to venture three days into the ocean beyond those pestilent shores, you'd spy the abomination that is The Pillars. Older than recorded history, these gigantic constructs of stone and iron are rumored to be the ancient shores of a land long since sunk below the seas, a land of god and giants, swallowed by the waves for their hubris and decadence. Or they could simply have been intended for what they are now; a prison. High atop these vast, bone-white monoliths is a city of convicts, forever bound to their hopeless fate high atop their stone island. Though they've hollowed the vast pillar with their tunnels and used the resulting stone to build a vast city, their home is constantly on the verge of grinding down to nothing. Resources are scarce, and more so are decent men. Anyone on the city of The Pillar would gladly murder and devour their fellow man in a moment. This is a place of hunger, of desperation, and visitors would do well to be wary. Though there is trade to be found, how often is it bartered with a life?
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