#nehrim

[giselberts]

#vynter2024 🎇vynblr event🎇

hi!! to end 2024 and start 2025 with a bang, here's a little fandom event!

🎄With one prompt for each week of December, create whatever you want to celebrate this end of 2024! Fics, art, edits, mods... For any game of the Vyn universe! Give a crisp piece of meat to the naughty Narathzuls out there, or a pretty dreamflower to the nice Calias :) 🎁Post your creations online with the tag #vynter2024!

❄ Week 1 - Snowfall (dec 1 - dec 7) 🔥Week 2 - Hearth (dec 8 - dec 15) 🌿Week 3 - Mistletoe (dec 15 - dec 25) 🎆Week 4 - Fireworks (dec 26 - dec 31)

(and dw if you're not posting on time or posting everything at once the last week, just have fun!)

[kryp-does-random-stuff]

Phhhrrrr, finally some Azuriel art again that makes little sense -but here it is anyway. Shame or not, first drawing in months.

[eiry-a-treomar-sentinel]

Arkt's wings again ✨

and masks

[kosmas-posts]

Drawing the Nehrim boys<3

featuring my own SG character

[arkt-nehrim-archive]

I dunno if this is going to make it's way to Tumblr, but I figure it's on the Discord servers. Either way, tossing it on the ol' archive for me.

[ralexsol]

wonder if tealor briefly had a sense of deja vu when looking at the prophet for the first time. like they were strangely familiar. through the fog of his memories, he sees a flash of 3 years before, when he was approached by a shadow figure who emanated the same otherworldly aura. the prophet is naive and untrained. but the shadow god, despite still being early on in their quest, was already ready and waiting to take on fate

[todays-fixation-is-spite]

dear, the five people who like Arkt and Narathzul as characters

their respective voice actors sound a lot like the vocals to O-Zone's Dragostea Din Tei

you're welcome

[call-me-shadowborn]

Azuriel's momma on her own wedding day... 🥺

[jilljoycearts]

I have no excuses

[giselberts]

Vynter 2024 - Week 1, Snowfall

“Shit.”

“Don’t swear.”

It should’ve been expected, after all. Sarnor was far up north, where snow was a constant. But now, they were snowed in, just an hour away from their goal – the Creator’s Temple. So close, yet so far.

Kim removed her heavy armour, letting fall to the floor before kicking it into a corner, pulling one of the thick covers from the bed up on her shoulders and wrapping herself up in it.

“I like seeing the snowfall, it’s so… beautiful.” She let out in an amazed whisper – of course it snowed in the Mountain Monastery, but never such a blizzard like the one that roared outside.

“… You think so?” Gisele raised an eyebrow, joining Kim under her blanket, the two girls sharing it as they look on outside. Kim shifted a bit, pulling Gisele closer to her – one of the advantages of being Aeterna, taller than her friend, was that she got to hold her close perfectly.

They retreated away from the window, Gisele leaving Kim’s comfortable cape to push their two beds together. There, they’d be comfortable on one large bed, rather than two single ones. They both huddled back under the covers, pulling the blankets on their shoulders as they sat facing each other, their legs crossed.

“Ew….” Gisele whispered, poking some not-completely healed wound on her leg, before Kim swatted at her to stop. “Hey! I’m allowed to poke at my own stuff!”

“It’s not going to heal if you keep touching at it! Here, just let me-“ To Kim’s words, Gisele swatted her back.

“How’d you even get it?” Kim asked, moments later, laying in bed as her eyes were riveted to Gisele’s wound, still being poked at.

“Dunno, some arrow or something,” Gisele shrugged. “Hey, you ever made a snowman?” she then asked herself, completely changing the subject.

“What’s that?” Kim replied, her eyes wide with excitement, sensing that it’s something fun.

“You just… roll up big-ass snowballs and stack them to make a guy- have you really never made one? Seriously?”

And so, when the snowfall ended a day later, halfway through their trek to the Creator’s Temple, Gisele stopped Kim, to do three things – first, throwing a snowball at her. Second, falling into powdery snow to make a snow angel and escape Kim’s snowball, and third, making a ‘damn fine’ snowman. “And…. There. A little guy,” Gisele huffed proudly, her hands on her hips after placing two blunt arrows into the snowman to make its arms.

“Hold on,” Kim smiled, taking off her helmet for a moment to put it atop the snowman’s head, and joined her friend into admiring their creation. “Is… that it?”

“Yes, unless you’re curious, like me.”

And Gisele immediately sprung into action, removing the helmet and the arrows, walking behind the snowman to roll it up further, until… she pushed it down the slope of the mountain, the two letting out small ‘oooh’s as the ball got bigger and bigger and… fuck, that was probably an avalanche, right? At least they were here up top, and not down there.

“…. We should go.”

“Yeah, let- let’s just go, Narathzul’s probably already pissed we’re not back.”

[kryp-does-random-stuff]

KIM.

[amanrafromveranda]

My Nehrim OC -Motiel. In fact, she is in her late thirties, although you can't tell from her appearance

I actually remembered that magic in the world of Wine is a real scourge, and I thought, why shouldn't it be at the origins? In the Enderal we could observe the Sunborns, whose magical explosion provoked the degradation of the vocal cords and aggression, and outwardly they looked like old people. There were also cases of Red Madness and Blue Disease, which also affected the appearance and mind of the infected to varying degrees. In Nerim magical pollution turns people into flat-faced reptilians and even affects the weather. Motiel faced negative magical manifestations, when she escaped from abbey in her youth, when she still could not come to terms with the loss of her parents and home. Monks managed to find and bring her back, as well as prevent the degradation of her mind and skills, but they could not reverse the aging process of the cells. For an exhausted body, such manipulation would be fatal.

The girl had to put up with the consequences of her escapade for a long time, which could not but affect her isolation. Over time, of course, the shock subsided. Meditations in the monastery helped Motiel to more or less stabilize her psyche and find advantages in what she had, but her attitude to magic always remained unhealthy. At first, aeterna was terribly afraid of everything that was somehow connected with her injury, but after the events in the Song of Darkness mine and meeting the magicians from the Sanctuary, she realized that it was better to be able to control such a powerful force, and began to immerse herself in studying a variety of spells. Soon the elf reached the forbidden school of witchcraft, which aroused the greatest interest. Summoning beings from other realities to herself - the same ones, as she thought, rejected and unattractive, she felt less alone...

BUT THEN SHE MET A SWEET TWINK NAMED KIM WHICH TURNED OUT TO BE MILFHUNTER OMFG

[eiry-a-treomar-sentinel]

Just a sketch of young Narathzul.

[tavernbrawls]

finally got their personal designs down :D !

enjoy how I interpret/draw these fools (oh how i love them so)

[jhara-ivez]

Redid the Seraph. Somehow the other illustration didn't look right after one night of sleep. I know they look different in Nehrim but I quite like this design that is inspired by the heavenstormer armor set in Enderal. Also people in Enderal probably wouldn't know what the Seraphs look like anyway.

[ralexsol]

funny fucking pictures i took while nehriming