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This time I have a story for this illustration... but if you don't want to read it, here are the materials.

Materials:

Copic Ciao B000, B45, V000, E71
Copic Sketch RV10
Promarker V518, V327
#Coloring R17, R9
Prismacolor PV-107
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The sunshine province of Ambelqiene was no more as flooded streets disappeared in rainstorm promised to rage on for seven centuries by Great Necromancer Van Cowl upon his execution. Accused of treason against the people of Ambelqiene and Princess Hamorae, the Great Necromancer was sentenced to death to pay for the lives lost in the tragic genocide caused by a spell gone awry. Van Cowl’s school of Magus closed its doors for the first time in a millennia. Magical practice outlawed. The students cast into exile. A witch hunt began three days after the rains fell endlessly upon the sunny paradise. Hefty bounties placed on the heads of the Necromancy school’s most prestigious students. Some were found already dead on their own volition, others hung in the streets. Bodies dangled like potpourri, heads on stakes as warnings to remaining magic users.

Seven weeks of unrelenting storms gave way to disease. A group of white mages calling themselves the Song Birds, surfaced to use their talents to aid the sick. They hoped to bring back some good to the Wizards of the land. Skeptical but desperate the people allowed the mages to heal the ill, however this was a brief resurgence as Princess Hamorae passed away from an incurable cough under a Song Birds’ watch. With no leader, the people attempted a compromise with the Song Birds to stop the rains. Their magic proved ineffective against the tempest which surrounded them. Seemingly all hope for the wizards disappeared, and despite their helpful nature, each Song Bird was executed just as the great Van Cowl. Death brought short rest to the anarchy, but ultimately solved nothing.

Ground floors were abandoned, and the people of Ambelqiene fled upwards. Food began to run low. In search of a way to end the floods, the bravest of all remaining townsmen turned the large keys to unlock the doors to the abandoned school. To their surprise, the place had been raided of its valuables, with shelves containing none but a few books of generic reading. After days of searching they found the living quarters of the Great Necromancer with no way to enter. A spell barrier blocked the path, the halls too narrow and windy for a battering ram. The people entered the quarters after yet another long seven weeks when the barrier faded from existence on its own during a new moon. Ransacking the quarters provided them with several of the Great Wizard’s private journals. When all seemed as though it would turn around for them, pages were revealed to be written in the languages of Old Magi, word quickly spread among the people. There appeared to be no hope to for them. All the wizards were thought to have been executed or long gone. Yet, somehow within the slums of Ambelqiene few wizards hid, getting by as beggars and poor tradesmen. This time the people of Ambelqiene were strategic. Still hating wizards, they made a deal, if the remaining necromancers could find anyone who knew the language of Old Magi, the bounties would be removed so long as they vowed to give up their powers. All but two of them disagreed and fled the ruined city. They located Omae Magi, a young sorceress capable of transcribing the language.

Days of sleepless studying revealed the story of a boy nearly four millennia ago with no home or family on a quest for great revenge. Giving his soul to an entity known as Shojh promising him power and infinite longevity, a scared angry boy became the greatest Necromancer that ever lived. His curse being that is death would plague whatever land he presided in with seven centuries of endless rain. His early life would be covered in senseless bloodshed and loneliness. Van Cowl hid for one thousand years. Unknowingly that entity slowly began taking him over. After the thousand years Van Cowl dedicated his life to teaching magic and living a life of servitude to others eventually opening the School of Magus. However, the dark entity continued to grow within him despite his efforts to suppress it. A spell backfired, death followed. The Great Wizard’s only hope was to find the body of an entity not seen in ten thousand years before the day his execution.

Description
This time I have a story for this illustration... but if you don't want to read it, here are the materials.

Materials:

Copic Ciao B000, B45, V000, E71
Copic Sketch RV10
Promarker V518, V327
#Coloring R17, R9
Prismacolor PV-107
.
.
.
.

The sunshine province of Ambelqiene was no more as flooded streets disappeared in rainstorm promised to rage on for seven centuries by Great Necromancer Van Cowl upon his execution. Accused of treason against the people of Ambelqiene and Princess Hamorae, the Great Necromancer was sentenced to death to pay for the lives lost in the tragic genocide caused by a spell gone awry. Van Cowl’s school of Magus closed its doors for the first time in a millennia. Magical practice outlawed. The students cast into exile. A witch hunt began three days after the rains fell endlessly upon the sunny paradise. Hefty bounties placed on the heads of the Necromancy school’s most prestigious students. Some were found already dead on their own volition, others hung in the streets. Bodies dangled like potpourri, heads on stakes as warnings to remaining magic users.

Seven weeks of unrelenting storms gave way to disease. A group of white mages calling themselves the Song Birds, surfaced to use their talents to aid the sick. They hoped to bring back some good to the Wizards of the land. Skeptical but desperate the people allowed the mages to heal the ill, however this was a brief resurgence as Princess Hamorae passed away from an incurable cough under a Song Birds’ watch. With no leader, the people attempted a compromise with the Song Birds to stop the rains. Their magic proved ineffective against the tempest which surrounded them. Seemingly all hope for the wizards disappeared, and despite their helpful nature, each Song Bird was executed just as the great Van Cowl. Death brought short rest to the anarchy, but ultimately solved nothing.

Ground floors were abandoned, and the people of Ambelqiene fled upwards. Food began to run low. In search of a way to end the floods, the bravest of all remaining townsmen turned the large keys to unlock the doors to the abandoned school. To their surprise, the place had been raided of its valuables, with shelves containing none but a few books of generic reading. After days of searching they found the living quarters of the Great Necromancer with no way to enter. A spell barrier blocked the path, the halls too narrow and windy for a battering ram. The people entered the quarters after yet another long seven weeks when the barrier faded from existence on its own during a new moon. Ransacking the quarters provided them with several of the Great Wizard’s private journals. When all seemed as though it would turn around for them, pages were revealed to be written in the languages of Old Magi, word quickly spread among the people. There appeared to be no hope to for them. All the wizards were thought to have been executed or long gone. Yet, somehow within the slums of Ambelqiene few wizards hid, getting by as beggars and poor tradesmen. This time the people of Ambelqiene were strategic. Still hating wizards, they made a deal, if the remaining necromancers could find anyone who knew the language of Old Magi, the bounties would be removed so long as they vowed to give up their powers. All but two of them disagreed and fled the ruined city. They located Omae Magi, a young sorceress capable of transcribing the language.

Days of sleepless studying revealed the story of a boy nearly four millennia ago with no home or family on a quest for great revenge. Giving his soul to an entity known as Shojh promising him power and infinite longevity, a scared angry boy became the greatest Necromancer that ever lived. His curse being that is death would plague whatever land he presided in with seven centuries of endless rain. His early life would be covered in senseless bloodshed and loneliness. Van Cowl hid for one thousand years. Unknowingly that entity slowly began taking him over. After the thousand years Van Cowl dedicated his life to teaching magic and living a life of servitude to others eventually opening the School of Magus. However, the dark entity continued to grow within him despite his efforts to suppress it. A spell backfired, death followed. The Great Wizard’s only hope was to find the body of an entity not seen in ten thousand years before the day his execution.