I have hinted in the past about some epic fantasy brewing in the background. I’m still in the planning phases, but have a general idea for a concept and have put together an aesthetic that hints at the feel of it.
The immortals of the faewilde have been waging a war for millenia, and the fallout from this conflict is starting to affect reality as we know it. One man has the power to end the war. Can a mortal put an end to a conflict older than memory itself, or is the world doomed to destruction as it is torn asunder by the magic of the fae?
He was now close enough to see the ziggurat itself. The massive gray stone blocks were piled one atop each other with precision, their weathered edges till fitting tightly together after untold thousands of years. The pyramid-like structure rose in terraces, each successive level growing smaller as it rose. Statues protruded from the surface in regular intervals. They were too far to see clearly in the evening light, but there seemed to be bulbous bodies with grasping tentacles covering the stone structure. There were faded carvings on every inch of the ziggurat, as well. Again, there were odd creatures with tentacles. Some bore resemblance to creatures of the sea, but others were man-like shapes with tentacles for arms or protruding from their faces.