Hi all! In the last time I´ve been challenging myself in doing some world-building that allows me to create background stories to support some characters that I´ve got in my mind.
This is my last real-time character and if you are curious and maybe got a moment for some reading I share below a fragment of the lore, the history in the back of this creppy friend.
Sculpted in Zbrush and textured in Substance Painter.
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Krov´Hakkar "The horror of the shore"
A few more days passed and the day of the escape arrived but no barge from the coast left. The young lovers were quickly intercepted and surrounded by a group of cadets and Navy administrators. Leading the small mob was Árostes the girl's father. The plan was simple: they were going to take them by force and prevent them from escaping. Árostes would put his daughter in a carriage early in the morning and send her away as a ward at the Imperial Cort and the boys would drag their devious companion back with them to continue his training and become an "exemplary sailor, worthy of the Emperor.
But when Árostes saw the boy's medallion shining in the night and the improper and profane use that had been made of the ink, he could not contain his anger at such insolence and dishonor.
The old man lost his temper and lost himself in his own bitter anger. A violent storm started to swirl overhead while he chanted the ancient tongue to cast the curse. Two young sailors were holding Ammar, who cried and screamed as she struggled to free herself
The bones of Elli began to creak, his skin became taut and he felt how his whole body was burning and suddenly an indescribable pain emerged from the depths of his bowels and thus began his transformation: his body was no longer the beautiful vessel that contained the soul of a young man, but within it there was now a violent riot of creatures that pushed for the surface. His body was now a container for Krovs, sea creatures and other parasites that Magic had maliciously mixed into his structure.
It was thus that the man was lost forever and the creature was born: some bones were broken, other tendons and ligaments rearranged, the eyes and nose were lost and the creatures, from so much pressure they exerted, finally emerged. Lots of Krov legs like sharp daggers made their way through his skin, Dullok's tentacles mingled with his physiognomy. His belly get ripped open and he gave way to a great tentacle, his ankles were dislocated and his head (if it could still be called that) get terribly misshapen.
While the transformation was taking place, the boys and members of the Army shouted and begged Árostes to stop, but no one could get the sorcerer out of the powerful trance in which the fury had thrown him.
Although the idea was to kill the boy causing him a terrible fright and agony before dying, it is not known if due to the effect of the medallion or because the sorcerer's cloudy mind combined anger with ancient words of power, but the spell did not kill him...
There are no words that can be used to subtly describe the carnage that ensued that night on the coast...
If the story survived to this day, it is because one of the young men who held the boy took longer to die and when he was found along with the remains of his companions on the coast, he was able to outline with a few clumsy words what happened, after losing consciousness completely.
Nothing is known of Árostes or Ammar, since none of the bodies were found. A short time later Ammar's white dress was found floating on the shoreline, prompting the locals to adopt the idea that she had somehow taken her own life at sea.
Since that night and to this day, no sailor, soldier or sorcerer steps on the coast of Dryn after sunset. Those who have dared are among the dozens and dozens of mutilated bodies that have been found on the coast in recent decades.
It is said that the Krov'Hakkar, the creature, wanders. That runs along the long coast with a slow but sustained step from end to end, indefatigable. There are those who think that what remains of man (if there is anything left) is looking for his beloved, others that it is part of the curse, there are those who tried to study it and hunt it like a wild beast, but in all these years one thing was certain: those who crossed their way at night, have been collected by parts the next day while the Krovs, typical crabs of the Dryn Coasts feasted on the bodies.
If you read until the end, thanks for reading!
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作者：GABO 作品地址：https://www.artstation.com/artwork/obQAbW （需要科技）