September Fan's Map :

[kosmic dungeon]

Hello everyone;
you have chosen a village map in the previous poll of the September Fan’s Map. This month I gave you the opportunity to write a story inspired by this map, and submit it to others on the Facebook page. Thank to Bigyo’ and Sirpe Rama for their participation ! This idea seems to please you, so I decided to give you the opportunity to participate each month for the publication of the fan’s Map. I will post a message on my Facebook page and after 48 hours I would choose the story that has the most « Like » to publish it with the map on the blog …



For this first time, here are the two superb fantastic stories suggested :

Tagsiladh’s Lake

Formerly, in place of the Tagsiladh Lake , was a volcano in which lived a dragon. The lava flowed where today descend the rivers, It has shaped the landscape.
They are also marked by huge black boulders, spewed by the mountain there is a long time. But these rocks don’t disturb the old local kingdoms, the threat was indeed the winged reptile. He spent decades in sleeping and his waking that preceded the volcano was synonymous of chaos throughout the region.
The villagers took advantage of one of the dragon sleeps to build towers and forts still found today the ruins near the city, in order to install scorpions ready to spear the monster.
But despite this, nothing helped, he passed through the attempts to kill him, and the volcano undertook to destroy that the Man had built.
It took the intervention of a great magician of Farrag name to stop the actions of the dragon. A great battle took place in the heart of the volcano, where the elements clashed: the wave against the flame. Bringing torrents of water from the nearest source by the furrows left by the lava flows, dropping from the sky quantities of torrential rains, Farrag flooded the crater, making it collapse on itself, burying the dragon at the same time, leaving a rocky peak on which he stood, and on which it vanishes forever, carried away by his own power surging.
Since that day, an altar was built there in his honor, and was enthroned in the pantheon of gods protecting the region.
The rivers he had created continued to be and have watered a land enriched by the benefits of volcanic ash. It’s natural that nature resumed its rights and the men settled their farms around the lake. Then, attracted by the warm waters of
Tagsiladh who participated in the fame of this place, we built a real town with a castle, and is well named: Balandragan, the Dragon House.

History proposed by Bigyo ‘
Webmaster of the nice blog: Bigyo’s Blog: RPG and fantasy



Ishka Lake

« AAAAAAAOUOUOUOUOU !!!!!! »
This frightful cry that tears the night is not the hooting of the Grand Duke wolf, no. This is the cry of pain dropped by Morycett, while his hot sarsaparilla tea gets on her bare feet. On the threshold of his hut, the old witch contemplates night. The three moons are full and we see almost as bright as day. As each triple full moon, she can’t get to sleep and searches into the surrounding valley, the answers to his too many questions.
As each triple full moon, phosphorescent marks appeared on her wrinkled cuffs.
« And as every triple full moon, my eczema come ! « Grumbles Morycett taken itching in areas that his gnarled fingers can not reach a long time ago.
As each triple full moon, a blue beam of light comes from the heart of Lake Ishka.
The elders tell that a morning after a night of triple full moon, an island had emerged in the middle of the small lake. This tiny piece of land was home except nothing … a bottomless pit. Many adventurous tempted to explore but no one was ever emerged. Fear had gripped the villagers when the next triple full moon, a blue light had sprung from the well. An altar, and thousands of sacrifices later, the well hadn’t deigned to reveal its mysteries. Over the centuries, the fertile imagination of minstrels had completed to forge the reputation of the Ishka lake and its Grigor island.
As each triple full moon, the inn of the village is crowded by adventurers as bold as intrepid, ready to brave the unknown, drawn by the promise to come back covered with gold and glory, holders of a fabulous treasure … or the secret of the gods.
« All morons, yes! They get drunk with some mead before rushing to the boats and half of them drown before reaching Grigor! «
Yet that night, a few torches stand out from others and do not direct to the small fishing port. That night, four flames flickering along the port and bypass the lake to the north. That night four silhouettes are moving towards a small hut of stone and straw where an old witch watching.
« Tonight, maybe … »

History proposed by Sirpë Ráma


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[ChickPea]

Nice work on this! Your lineart is excellent.

[kosmic dungeon]

Thank you ChickPea !!