#oc-tober prompts

[icannotreadcursive]

I couldn't find any OC-tober prompt lists for this year that worked well for writers as well as visual artists, so I've made one specifically meant for both!

If you use this list, please tag me here @icannotreadcursive, I'd love to see your writing and art!

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don't worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun.

Plain text list below the cut:

Write or draw your OC...

1) Going about an average day 2) Getting ready for a formal event 3) In a cherished memory 4) Waking up from a nightmare 5) Trying out a different gender presentation 6) Interacting with a child in their life 7) With a pet 8) Cooking, or at least trying to 9) Eating their favorite food 10) In a different time period 11) In a different story world or setting 12) With a parent or mentor 13) Having some rotten luck 14) Encountering a wild animal 15) With their partner, crush, or best friend 16) Expressing or exploring their spirituality 17) Doing autumnal chores 18) In school or otherwise being taught 19) Exploring their relationship with their body 20) Doing something stupid 21) Exploring an unfamiliar subculture 22) Having a difficult conversation 23) Enjoying a nice drink 24) Being cared for by someone they love 25) Encountering a ghost 26) Writing a letter 27) Meeting someone important to them for the first time 28) Taking some time to rest 29) Visiting a graveyard 30) Falling asleep 31) Dressed up for Halloween!

[apromptingwewillgo]

OC-TOBER PROMPTS 2024

It's that time of year again folks!

You do not need to tag me! As this is a prompts blog, I like to keep it focused on prompts, so I will not be reblogging things I'm tagged in!

Voyage

Break

Guard(ian)

Frost

Secret

Veil

Sea

Charm

Dirge

Pulse

Fragment

Hide

Forget

Hollow

City

Vine

Rite

Labyrinth

Breeze

Cold

Wander

Treasure

Riddle

Bridge

Glimpse

Sun

Found

Isolate

Mirror

Decay

Wish

plus some bonus prompts to swap out, just in case:

Puzzle, Lament, Spark, Specter, Harmony

[katiethedane12]

Decided to make my own

Yes, it is late, but who cares. It is open to anyone who wants to use it as well! If you do, please tag me so I can see! It would be awesome to look at anyone's art who used it.

[clone-medic-patch]

Chapter Summary:

Some days just feel empty.

The two-year anniversary of the Malevolence attack happens while Patch is on assignment with the 501st, but he doesn’t have to suffer alone.

Written for OC-Tober! (read the tags!)

Foggy Morning:

Patch drifted into awareness feeling like he was sinking in a deep fog. Exhaling slowly, he felt like the weight of the entire Resolute was on his shoulders, crushing him to the ground. 'It's going to be one of those days,' he realized drearily.

He’d had enough forethought to avoid scheduling anything, today of all days, so with a lack of prior engagements, he let his mind sink into that terrible emptiness, still preferable to the wall of grief he was trying to avoid.

Two years ago to the day, the Malevolence attacked, leaving Patch stranded, suffocating and helpless in an escape pod. Even with his current struggles, it was still preferable to the fate of his vode. He still didn’t know if his batchers had made it to their escape pods, if they’d suffocated in the vast emptiness of space, or if they’d gone out with a bolt of blasterfire from one of the droid’s search shuttles. All he knew was that they were gone… and he was not. 

Blunt’s absence that day had been a gift; one of the few times that Captain Ozzel’s last-minute mission postings came in handy, but in the end, he’d died too, leaving Patch as the last living member of his batch. 

Curling in on himself a little tighter, Patch listened to the relative quiet of the morning. Most troopers had already made their way to the mess hall, but he could hear Tup muttering to himself while putting on the last of his armor, probably running a little bit behind.

“Hey Patch,” He called quietly, mindful of anyone still sleeping. “I’m headed to the mess hall if you wanna join me. If not, I could probably bring something back on my way to training.” 

Prying his eyes open felt like a monumental task, but Patch did it, responding tiredly. “I’m alright, thanks kid.”

“Sure thing! I just wanted to check, since you’re usually up before me.” Tup nodded, giving Patch a curious look, to which Patch shrugged half-heartedly before closing his eyes again, wincing slightly at the reminder that he’d slept in his armor again.

Tup left not too long after that, and Patch spent the next few hours drifting in and out of consciousness. His breathing was slow but effortful, in time with the crashing waves of his psyche. He heard his comm go off a couple of times, but moving, even to check his comms, seemed like an insurmountable task.

If Blunt were here, he would’ve yanked the mattress out from underneath him hours ago, Patch thought self-depricatingly, and the first set of silent tears came to his eyes, blurring his vision. 

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice the other troopers coming back from training until Tup and Dogma were right next to him, armor clattering against their bunks. 

“Patch? Are you still asleep?” This time it was Dogma asking, sounding cautiously concerned. 

Patch shook his head wearily, still half-hidden by his weighted blanket. “No, ’m awake.” He could practically hear Dogma’s frown deepen in worry.

“It’s past noon, vod. Did you eat anything this morning?” Tup joined in, hesitantly approaching Patch’s bunk.

Patch’s silence was worryingly telling, and Dogma spoke again. “Are you feeling okay, Patch?” 

When he finally responded, Patch’s voice was raw with emotion. “Not really…”

“Oh, uh, are you feeling sick? We can go grab Kix if you want?” Tup offered, concerned.

Huffing slightly, his lip twitched in the barest sense of amusement at their concern. “No, vod. It’s ok, just… today’s a hard one for me.” Finally, he forced himself to lower his blanket slightly, turning to face them. 

He rubbed at his face, suddenly aware of the tear tracks on his cheeks, and avoided eye contact. Open personality or not, he always felt bad about putting his issues on anyone, especially a vod’ika.

Tup looked a little lost, surprised by Patch’s demeanor, and Dogma, who was a little more familiar with Patch’s issues, eyed him sympathetically. “Oh… is there any way we can help? Maybe a hug?” 

Finally Patch looked up at them, giving Tup a broken smile before nodding shakily. “Sure, kid... a hug would be great.” 

Within seconds, Patch found himself with an armful of gangly trooper. Leaning into the hug, he felt his tears start to well up again, but didn’t pull away even when they started to fall. 

After a good minute, he pulled away, finding that Dogma had retrieved a hydro-pack and a ration bar. When he noticed Patch’s eyes on him, he offered the hydro-pack to him, along with a couple tissues.

“… thanks, Dogma, Tup.” Patch said, nodding to each of them. He didn’t feel better, not by a long shot, but he’d shifted into a sitting position during his hug with Tup, and that was at least an improvement. 

The logical part of his brain commented that he’d feel a little better after he’d eaten something and gotten some much-needed blood sugar, so he forced himself to choke down the ration bar that Dogma offered him. 

“Do you… want to talk about it?” Dogma suggested awkwardly after he’d eaten a bit, and Patch couldn’t help but smile. Emotional stuff didn’t come easily to Dogma, but he knew how to put in the effort. 

Shrugging, Patch stumbled through a response. His mind always seemed to work slower on these days, like he was plowing through a thick fog. “Yeah… it’s, just… two years ago, today, was the Malevolence attack… I’ve been pretty busy recently, so it hit me all at once, ya know?” 

He straightened up in his bunk, popping his back with a wince. Dogma gave him another concerned look, but knew better than to suggest that he take off his armor. 

“You sure you don’t want us to call Kix? For moral support, not medical stuff.” Tup offered again, and Patch knew better than to refuse. 

“Sure, kid. If he’s not busy.” Force knows, Wolffe was already going to scold him during their weekly holo call for spending the morning alone. 

With that thought in mind, he finally reached for his comms to look through the backlog of messages he’d missed that morning. 

Predictably, there were a few from Wolffe, first a remembrance, “Mhi su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, Mhi partayli, gar darasuum,” followed by a check-in, and one more when he hadn’t responded. 

There was also a brief message from another medic he’d gotten to know during his time in-training on Coruscant, just a brief, “Thinking of you today, vod,” that thawed a little bit of the icy numbness in his chest.

He typed out a short response to both, promising to comm the rest of the Wolfpack later that day. By the time he’d finished, Kix had showed up, offering him a sad smile as well as a holovid projector. The two medics had recently started watching an absolutely terrible civvie sitcom, after Kix had admitted to having zero time for any real hobbies, but yelling at fictional characters ended up being pretty cathartic, and Patch could honestly use the distraction from his thoughts for a little while.

Later, after the bunks had been rearranged and they’d watched more than a few episodes, Patch felt like his brain was finally starting to piece itself back together again. Admittedly, when he got into slumps like this, his poor self-care skills only made it worse, and the holovid snacks that Fives had dropped off midway through the second episode had helped more than he thought they would.

Shaking his head in amusement at a particularly terrible scene, Patch sighed to himself. “Scoot would’ve loved this vid, completely unironically too.” 

Kix smiled in response, a brief searching look on his face before he asked, “What were they like? Your brothers… if you feel like sharing?”

Patch huffed, bittersweet amusement filling his tone as he thought about his batch. “They were troublemakers, for one. Gev alone was probably responsible for half my gray hairs, with his shenanigans and complete lack of impulse control. Pel acted all quiet and innocent, but he had the worst luck of any vod I’ve ever seen, and we were always bailing him out of some situation or another. Scoot was far too clever for his own good. When we were cadets, he came up with this game where he’d attach himself to one of the service droids and slide around Kamino in his socks. I don’t know how many times I had to patch up his socks, and the others when they got into it too. It’s actually how I got my name.”

He paused to take a breath, choking up a little bit as he continued. “... and Blunt… I was always the buir of the group, growing up, but Blunt was the one who took care of me. He wasn’t afraid to call it like it is, or to tell me to ‘go the kriff to bed,’ when I’d been in medbay for too long… I miss them every day…”

Kix had been listening quietly, and squeezed his hand once he was finished. “They sound really great.” He said softly.

Patch swallowed, nodding tearfully. “They were.”

Tup and Dogma had lowered the volume to give him space to speak, and when Tup offered him another hug, Patch didn’t refuse. Dogma’s gesture wasn’t as obvious as a hug, but he did scoot a little closer, offering Patch his support as they got comfortable once again to continue watching the holovid. 

Later on, after Patch had quite enough of the crick in his neck, he decided to shed a few pieces of his armor, and then a few more. By latemeal, he was still vulnerable, but almost lighter, both physically and mentally, and when Wolffe commed him that evening, he was able to assure his ori’vod that he hadn’t been alone.

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heya anyone who sees this, I'm doing an OC-tober event made by @bweirdart, and I was wondering if anyone wanted to do any of the prompts of Friends Week with me, even if we aren't mutuals?

No one has to be Picasso or anything even little scribbles are fine I promise there's no judgement, so I'm open to any DM's or asks about art trades, oc's interacting, gift art, or collabs!!!!

And again feel free to just request art of characters or your own oc's or both lol because I'm always open to that as well.

Happy OC-tober <3

[chalkrub]

dinosaur in a lab coat - would you trust her with operating the centrifuge

[stormyth-art]

I wanted to make my own prompt list for OC-tober to use for a video and thought I'd share the list if anyone else wants to do it! :D

[thepromptfoundry]

It's a double feature this October here at the Prompt Foundry with both OC-tober and Prompts That Go Bump In The Night.

For OC-tober, let's celebrate the blorbos from our brains! Write about, draw, or otherwise share and have fun with original characters of your own creation!

Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other events, like Bump In The Night or events from other communities! You can even check out last year's OC-tober to see if you might prefer some of those prompts.

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art and learn about your characters!

Respond to as many prompts as you want or as interest you, don’t worry about missing or skipping any. Remember, this is supposed to be fun!

If you have any questions or musings, check our FAQ, and if you don't find your answer, shoot me an ask.

Plain text list below the cut:

1 Getting up in the morning 2 Going out on the town 3 With their partner(s) in life, crime, whatever 4 In their youth 5 Learning something new 6 Alone with their thoughts 7 Alone with their body 8 In a moment of triumph 9 Struggling with something 10 From the perspective of someone who loves them 11 From the perspective of someone who hates them 12 Getting dressed up fancy 13 Spending time with family 14 Waking up from a nightmare 15 Giving comfort to another 16 Exploring nature 17 Interacting with an animal 18 Saying goodbye to someone 19 Interacting with a child in their life 20 Presenting as a different gender 21 Enjoying a nice drink 22 Taking a well-earned break 23 Reading by candle light 24 Reflecting on their past 25 Mending fences 26 In a different time period than usual 27 In a different genre than usual 28 Being silly 29 Sharing a secret 30 Cooking up treats 31 Celebrating Halloween!

[brie-draws]

New OC-tober prompt list for this year!~ Made it for myself but feel free to use : DD!! [And tag me in :39!!]

Below is the text version!

1. Newest OC + Oldest OC 2. Favorite OC 3. OC who needs more art  4.  OC with an intricate design 5.  OC who likes magazines (Bonus: what type) 6.  OC who enjoys cooking 7.  OC who’d love to get iseaki’d 8.  Vampire OC/ OC as a vampire 9.  OC in lolita fashion 10.  OC who scares easily 11. OCs who are related 12.  OC who plays an instrument / OC who loves music 13. OC who’s most likely to get lost in the woods 14. 2 OCs in a style swap 15. OC who likes dolls 16. OC who plays MMOs / would play an MMO (Bonus: Their Avatar) 17. Angel + Devil OC(s)/Theme 18. OCs who don’t get along 19. OC who loves idols 20. OC pairing 21. OC in fall clothes 22. OC who’d be the best protag of a horror game/movie 23. Medical/Mad scientist theme 24. OC x Flowers 25. OC who’s a youtuber/OC as a youtuber 26. Ghost/Undead OC or Theme 27. OC who’s a streamer/OC as a streamer 28. OC who’d explore an abandoned house 29. OC who spends a lot of time on forums/online 30. Trick r’ Treating 31. Halloween

[milkymarco7]

Made my own OC-tober prompt list this year since I didn't really like any of the ones I saw, but yeah! Feel free to use it and tag me ^^

[hazza2404]

Day 1 - Perspective

[bolest-kosti]

Day 8: Tease (ft. Roz & Benny).

Even mentioning the cowlick is like wrangling a bull by the horns.

[puncake-paradice]

INTRODUCING... OC - TOBER

(The idea came to me late at night and I couldn't stop giggling at the name pun.. and I still am.)

My bestie @ruvikkin-art and I decided to make our very own october art challenge for the people that can't stop making OCs or have way too many of them!

This challenge is all about YOU and your characters!

There are no rules except one: you need to draw your own characters.

These characters can either be already existing OCs or you can make up entirely new ones for the themes! You have complete freedom of how to tackle the themes and anything is allowed from drawing an astronaut for the "Space Theme" or just an OC who's stargazing!

Please do share your amazing art with us and use one of the hashtags #oc-tober or #oc tober !!

To make it easier you can also tag any of us so we can reblog your art!

[chalkscrub]

chalkrub stuns in new oc-tober prompts

it's a text-heavy update...i love rambling

day 11: symbolism/themes/visual metaphor i.e my favourite things in the world - eng lit nerds make some noise!!!!!

goin back to day 11 with my favourite thing in the world: an unfinished sketchy concept. and also SYMBOLISM and themes and metaphor…and also dark green

so mika and heidi's story is haunted by one time they happened upon a drowned fox and pheasant in a disused canal, something which came at a weird time in their lives and which heidi made weirder by making cryptic suggestions about the whole thing, especially playing on mika’s (former) religious beliefs about spirit connections. Over time, it’s infected mika with budding paranoia in the form of nightmares, hallucinations and latent aquaphobia, all of which she begins seeing as premonitory

shan’t overexplain the symbolism even though my brain wants me to, but this was all inspired by seeing literally the exact same thing on a walk with my great aunt when I was like 6 or 7. the canal water was all covered in algae/pondweed so i’m guessing the fox chased the pheasant, they both mistook the canal for grass, then fell in and drowned together. even as a little kid I was like wrow this is so poignant and tragic and heavy with the potential for on-the-nose symbolism….. or alternatively it just looked cool as hell and felt kind of rare and special. either way, like 15 years later I was developing a new direction for a couple of initially completely unrelated ocs, i.e mika and heidi, and at some point in their story development, I was like now wait a second….this is just like that one time I saw those animals who chased each other into an early shared fate and drowned together…… and it fit them really well and also made everything click into place for the main story, it was kind of uncanny. Thank you nature for showing me cool things every day, and rip to the fox and pheasant you live in my mind forever and always

day 12: future

BEAS!!! beas i love you beas. initial beasley flavour on the left and future flavour on the right. his whole deal is he wants to start a cult, so he ventures to The Big City to make a name for himself. then he realises imps like him are a dime a dozen in the city and nobody cares about him, so he has to scrape by working a minimum wage job as a cashier in a tiny corner shop. he’s from a comic I (partially) made for uni, idk how his story goes exactly but I guess it probably ends with the typical sappy message of being yourself for yourself and not for fame or fortune or whatever. he gets up to hijincks, feels sad and depressed, and goes through the torment of living with his own mediocrity in a world that demands greatness. imps grow with power, not with age, so at the start of the story, even though he’s an adult, he’s still as small as when he was born/summoned/spawned/whatever. he’s got some shapeshifting prowess, so his future form is more an example of the kinds of feats he can pull off when his powers stabilise, and also his cool badass flaming eyes.

day 14: inspiration.

here's a convoluted block of text explaining the heretic's main inspiration, which isn't very apparent in the design at ALL but nevertheless: they’re kind of inspired by the concept of a closet costume. like how you can throw a bedsheet over yourself and cut out some eyeballs and voila. You’re a ghost. Or put a big furry coat and a mask on and you’re a werewolf now. almost all of their design links back to this in a roundabout way: the fur is meant to look like a rug/coat/furry thing draped over something. I used to have a sheepskin rug when I was a kid and I’d always hide under it and crawl about and pretend to be a monster lmao…this is what i looked like in my head maybe. The normal shoes poking out are the human element – like how halloween costumes will sometimes be mostly themed but the shoes are just practical, or you see shoes poking out beneath one of those two-man horse costumes. The face is meant to look mask-like – the glassy unfocused eyes, the fixed toothy grin, the simple cone shape. The black eyelids are meant to be like those Halloween masks that have eyeholes above/below the eyes, covered with that black fabric to make it less obvious there's eyeholes. And the ears are floppy to be like socks or something; they have those two black lines because they remind me of loose stitching. Also just some animal influences thrown in – possums, goats and bulls…..none of the closet costume stuff is meant to be noticeable or apparent in the design, so why did I put so much thought into it? who know… but this thing is one of my favourite designs I’ve made so maybe it was all worth it

[clone-medic-patch]

Fic Summary:

Two times Patch hesitated to take off his armor and one time he didn't. A fic on healing and vulnerability for OC-tober, based on the prompt "Warm Sweaters and a Hot Drink."

Cold Hands, Warm Heart:

“Come on, Patch! We’re celebrating! Are you sure you wanna go out dressed in the same thing as always?” Fixer pleaded with his brother. 

The 104th was on a rare shore leave that matched up with Patch’s down-time; rehab training took up a good chunk of his time, so it was rare that he’d get a full day to spend with his visiting vode. 

Patch huffed, shaking his head. “I already let you put that weird civvie product in my hair.” Plus, he’d heard enough horror stories from the Guard that his chest tightened warningly when he thought about being that vulnerable around anyone other than his brothers. 

It was better than it was off-planet; most things were, if Patch was being honest, but he never felt truly safe or settled without his armor. Not after the Malevolence, where that option had been taken from him, along with nearly every one of his brothers. So he shook his head, hoping Fixer wouldn’t push it.

Giving him a look that belayed understanding of his real reasons, Fixer nodded, fixing Patch with a sympathetic smile. “Alright, vod. But if you ever change your mind, I know for a fact that this shade of blue looks great on most vode.”

Patch chuckled, getting up from his bunk with a small groan. “I’ll keep that in mind. Let’s hit the road! Can’t keep the Commander waiting!”

______________________

“Udessir vod’ika! It’s okay– we’re in the barracks… you’re safe.” Patch soothed, speaking calmly to the shiny in the bunk above his. 

Fil, a new addition to the 501st, had joined maybe a month before Umbara and had a pretty rough start even before that, according to Kix and Coric. Patch gritted his teeth in anger; most vode were pretty supportive of differences, but they’d all been raised in the harsh mindsets of Kamino where even small differences could get you, or your squad, noticed in the worst ways, and some troopers never shook that mentality. 

Luckily, Fil had been transferred to the bomb squad before anything too bad could happen, but after Umbara and his run-in with Krell’s lightsaber, the kid’s quiet dreams had taken a turn for the worse. 

“I-I don’t– I saw–” The shiny’s voice shook in a choked-off sob, and Patch’s heart broke for the kid. 

“Shhh… it’s okay, kid. You wanna bunk with me tonight? The barracks are a little chillier than I’m used to.” He offered, lips quirking into a small smile when the vod’ika nodded shakily before scrambling down from his bunk and next to Patch, a little clumsy without the prosthetic on his arm. 

“S-sorry for waking you, Patch, sir.” Fil stuttered as he shuffled his feet, but he was easily settled by a comforting squeeze.

Even that was a good development, and it made Patch’s heart swell as he wrapped his arms around the shiny, happy to see him reaching out. “Just Patch, vod’ika. And I don’t mind.”

Fil shifted around for a little bit, struggling to get comfortable, and Patch realized in a moment of self-recrimination that he hadn’t taken his armor off. “Oh, kriff– Sorry kid, I’ll take these off in just a second.” He said, starting to unclasp his arm-guards and chestplate, ignoring a twinge of anxiety in his chest. 

“Sorry– ” Fil apologized again before cutting himself off. It was something they’d been working on, and even Patch himself was guilty of apologizing more than he needed to. But, to be a good example to the shiny, he pushed down an apology of his own and gave Fil a half-smile even when his shoulders tensed up and his own hands, cold with sweat, shook slightly as he slid back under the blankets without the top half of his armor. 

Running himself through a few breathing exercises, which Fil followed before drifting off again in record time, Patch took a while to settle back in his own skin. He ran a gentle hand through the vod’ika’s short curls until the pull of sleep finally took him once again. 

________________________

T aking a deep breath of the crisp Alderaan air, Patch reveled in the rare quiet morning. He was always more of an early-bird, compared to most of the Wolf-pack, something he’d forgotten during his… hiatus on Coruscant, but he’d shared more than one cup of tea with their general in the early morning light. It was a tradition he was happy to repeat now that he was back with his brothers for good. 

As far as shore-leave locations went, they’d definitely hit the jackpot. Just enough snow for the more adventurous troopers to go hiking or cause some mischief, and the barracks they’d been given were practically a hotel, in Patch’s opinion. The heavy comforter he’d used last night was probably the most extravagant thing he’d ever touched, and he’d fallen asleep within seconds of his head hitting his pillow. 

Looking back at his gear-kit, Patch’s eyes caught on the gift from Blu he’d received last night. The younger medic, although no longer a shiny, still loved working night shift, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and the opportunity to catch-up on flimsiwork, or engage in his hobbies when it wasn’t too busy. Patch still remembered teaching him how to knit, although the vod’ika had far surpassed him by now, as shown by the cable-knit sweater he’d gifted Patch.

“You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to…” Blu had hedged as he handed him the gift. “... I know you’re not much for civvies. But we’ve missed you, and it’s good to have you back, and I heard that Alderaan’s supposed to be cold…” 

A soft smile bloomed on Patch’s face; he was really proud of the competent medic Blu had become in his absence, and it was nice to know he’d been missed. Giving the sweater another considerate look, he noticed a pair of nondescript civvie pants underneath it and huffed in amusement. Apparently Fixer couldn’t leave well-enough alone, and had thought to donate them to Patch’s cause. 

So with a beleaguered sigh, Patch traded in his armored-blacks for soft yarn, not far off from 501st blue, with a bold medic symbol on the front. The weight of the homemade sweater almost reminded him of his weighted blanket, and as he settled in with his cup of tea, Patch breathed a sigh of contentment. 

Deployed or not, it was good to be home.

[elfroot-and-laurels]

Seen a few of these prompt lists and I wanted to give it a go myself! Aimed for a range of prompts that will work for both artists and writers, and for all sorts of OCs as well as the Warden, Hawke, and the Inquisitor.

If you use, give me a tag! I'd love to see what you create.

Prompts listed under the cut 💚

Week 1: Origins

1. Family 2. Allegiances 3. Faith 4. Memories 5. Home

Week 2: Legacies

6. Inquisitor 7. Champion 8. Hero 9. Agent 10. Friendship 11. Beloved 12. Youth

Week 3: Travels

13. Fade 14. Sea 15. Palace 16. Blight 17. Mountains 18. Crossroads 19. Deep Roads

Week 4: Endings

20. Epilogue 21. Archdemon 22. Remains 23. Loss 24. Griffon 25. Battle 26. Remembrance

Week 5: Ghosts

27. Well 28. Abyss 29. Ostagar 30. Eluvian 31. Veil