Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


She hurried along the path, carrying nothing more than what could hang from her belt or fit in the satchel strapped to her back. She dreaded the long, lonely, and dangerous journey that was surely ahead of her, yet she had no choice. Sighing heavily, she dared to look back one last time at what she was leaving behind. The castle that had been her home looked so beautiful sitting there, perched on a throne of rock and greenery. Such a peaceful scene, with the spring flowers waving to her on a gentle breeze, and the blue of the distant mountains blending into the depths of the sky.

But the serenity of the castle’s surroundings belied the turmoil building within its walls–the ravings of a king slowly succumbing to madness, and the treacherous whisperings of power hungry nobles. There was something else too…a moving shadow that lurked in the bowels of the castle. She had caught glimpses of its movements from the corners of her eyes, and caught whiffs of its scent. Pain…death…malice. Perhaps it was the shadow that was causing the king’s madness, she did not know. She only knew that she had to get away from it–away from him. She hoped one day to return with the power to save him–to save them all. But the road ahead loomed more with uncertainty than promise. Would she survive the journey and find the cure she sought, or would all be lost?

Castle by Mateusz Michalski

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Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


He was finally there–the place described in the ancient book he’d found. There was no mistaking it for any other. Circular pillars of stone reaching skyward in the heart of a desolate valley, he mouthed silently, repeating the words he’d burned into memory. But while the pillars might appear cold and lifeless at first glance, he knew better. They had only been sleeping, waiting through the ages for this very moment when they would finally be restored. His limbs trembled as he raised the staff that he had carried and protected for so long, rarely letting it leave his hands, let alone his sight. Carved into its surface were markings he barely understood. One by one, the same markings appeared on the pillars–not as carved images, but as light. A vibrant, violet light that popped, sizzled, and flickered like a roaring fire. Everything was about to change; a new era ready to begin…

(Title and Artist Unknown)

 

Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


This place has seen better days. There is part of a tower or castle looming in the background, but everything around it seems to be falling apart, including this entrance with gaping holes in the roof. It isn’t abandoned though–there is a guard on watch. Is that a gallows behind him on the other side of the wall? It adds to the sense of foreboding in this picture, along with the fog, the dead trees, and the crumbling structures.

Who lives in that castle? Is it a tyrant living lavishly on the backs of his or her subjects, while dishing out cruel punishments for any minor infraction? Or is this city part of of a kingdom that has fallen on hard times and is barely surviving? Maybe there’s a completely different twist to this story that only you can tell…

Keeping Watch over ruin

Unknown Title and Artist

 

 

Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


Here the battle began…and here it ended. Years have passed, time and weather eating away at the memorial banners and even the metal on the blades that were once wielded in protection of these lands. Wielded by honorable men that once fought beside him. Years have passed, but in his mind, the battle goes on. How he managed to survive when so many of his brothers fell, is a bitter miracle he’s still trying to understand. He gazes into the distance, up into the snowy hills from where the enemy once crashed down upon them like a raging torrent. The landscape is quiet once again, but will it remain so? And for how long?

Early Winter by Serge Grechanyuk


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Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


Sunlight streams down into the snow covered forest, though the sun’s warm appearance is deceiving. The air is cold and crisp, numbing faces and fingers, and leaving the breath of people and horses hanging visibly on the air. A noblewoman makes her way slowly through the trees, quiet and dignified. She is accompanied by members of her household; attendants, servants, and soldiers to protect them on their journey. They proudly display the banners of her fiefdom as they go, but no one is nearby to see them. Why is she taking such a remote and difficult path rather than a well traveled road? And what journey is important enough to have pressed her out into this frozen winter landscape?

Artwork by Yeonji Rhee


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Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


Darkness begins to close in on this harsh and frigid landscape. The snow is deep, shaped by the mountain winds into lofty drifts that rise up over men’s heads. Spring will reveal the frozen corpses of the unlucky, and the foolish–those who thought they could press on and reach the other side before succumbing to the cold.

But you are no fool. The door of the Great Hall beckons, its timber frame offering life-saving shelter and warmth. From the open doorway, the enticing smell of roasting meat carries toward you on the wind. Your stomach growls and your mouth waters in anticipation. As you get closer, the sounds of music and laughter emerge as well. You head for an opening in the spiked wooden enclosure, the path already pressed down by those who entered before you. You look forward to a night of fellowship. Who will you meet, and what new songs and tales will you hear? Which ones will you share in return?

Artwork by Noah Bradley


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Fantasy Art Friday

Get inspired with this week’s Fantasy Art Friday, where fun fantasy artwork is combined with a writing prompt to get your creative juices flowing.


It’s a glorious night. The moon illuminates the landscape  and the stars swirl through the sky in a bright, fiery dance. This alignment of the constellations won’t come around again for hundreds of years. It is on such nights when myths come alive, when the unbelievable is believable–when anything can happen. Your travels have brought you this place–a cliff overlooking rushing waters and forests bathed in mist and shadow. Why have you come here on this night of all nights? What will happen next? Only you can tell…


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