Path of Exile Talent Competition

I know people love the current UI but here's something different for my entry :)

https://i.imgur.com/iAx5S2r.jpg

Good Morning

My entry: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GDNU8-IdSyU

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Septymon wrote:

Well, im powder coating painter, and PoE player who keeps a game diary every league i play. So i decided to make a uniqe cover for my diary, made witch old plate, some ms paint sketches, and few powder colors.
Middle right side looks bad, but my line in work is not adapted to make small details and mulitple colours on one element.
Still, i decided to post that cover here, cuse why not(and im not a artist, just average hard working man).

Your work reminds me of our traditional decor using Urushi lacquer. We enjoy it's touch on the surface as well as its looking in daily use. There are few for smart phone cases. :P

https://www.google.com/search?q=%E5%9C%9F%E4%BD%90%E5%8F%A4%E4%BB%A3%E5%A1%97&source=lnms&tbm=isch

Painted Atziri :)

Hello
I kinda miss Slimes ingame so i created one as enemy type.
The ideal Location to spawn them would be Caves so they can fall down from above (stalagmite ect.).
Their attacks/skills set could be rolling , forming Whips or other Weapon Types from themself. A harder one would be that they can reproducate them self after an fixed amount of attacks/skills and divide/split into two slimes and again after after a cooldown.

I hope you enjoy it.
Regards

Hello
I want to join too.

Low clouds in Sarn



This is what i tried to draw...
I think my drawing is not enough brutal for Path of Exile style :D


and darkprism pet

I'm not a singer, but with all the repercution of the "Witcher" show I've made a parody of "Toss a Coin to your Witcher".
As I said, I'm not a good singer, but I'll post the lyrics here anyway. This is my entry. :v

Toss a Chaos to Your Auramancer

When a humble Ascendant
Graced a map along
With Shadow of Oriath
Along came this song
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From when the Sabouter fought
A cardinal called Sanctus Vox
His armies of templars
At his monolith did they revel
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They came after me
Leaping and warping at my feet
Broke down my defenses
Shocking and stunning me
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While the cardinal's mace
Minced our energy shield
And so cried the Sabouter
Support you retreat!

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Toss a chaos to your Auramancer
o' valley of steel boxes
o' valley of steel boxes oh oh

Toss a chaos to your Auramancer
o' valley of steel boxes
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At the edge of the atlas
Fight the legion horde
That bashes and breaks you
but the support won't mourn
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I can protect myself
I'm not staying on the shelf
Whichever the tier
The enemies seems lame
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We wiped out our ES
To boost your DPS
We are the friends of exiles
So give us the reward from chests

That's my epic tale
The support prevailed
Helped you in the killing
And followed your trail

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Toss a chaos to your Auramancer
o' valley of steel boxes
o' valley of steel boxes oh oh

Toss a chaos to your Auramancer
A friend of the exiles
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Hi, I made this track, first attempt at dubstepin' please be gentle ^^
(yes I made the original BlooBex Mix for those who know it)

https://youtu.be/urtq31v2oW0

Cheers

Here is my entry. A short piece titled Wraeclast's Madness.

They say Wraeclast changes you.
Of course it does. Exile tends to change anybody. The pompous man brought low experiences humility and becomes empathetic. The pious man rejected by his God experiences loss and becomes reasonable.
But no, Wraeclast brings about a different kind of change. The...insane kind of change.
The kind of change that creeps into you. Madness that slowly wraps barbed tentacles around your mind, squeezing and tearing until your gray matter is as soiled as this infested, cursed land.
I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it in my fellow exiles. I’ve seen it in the charming one. Who came here wearing that wry smile, challenging others to duels on the blood-soaked beaches. The same man who now leaps into battle with bloodlust burning in his eyes, slashing swords wet with gore at his enemies with wild abandon. Cleaving off limbs and tearing the innards out of his enemies. Leaving a wake of disemboweled monsters and men crying in agony. Once a gentleman but now too brash and focused to even bother finishing them off.
I’ve seen it in the Karui man. A warrior once bound by oath and honour now by all accounts a marauder. A man wreathed in flame and anger crushing skulls underfoot like seashells along the glass-crusted shore. A man who once wordlessly obeyed tradition now forging his own history of mindless genocide.
Even the crusader who claims God has kept him grounded wanders a path spoiled by blood. Confusing Divine’s design with his own carnage and calling it holy. Justified. A man disillusioned by faith now utterly blind by it. One who sweeps aside Diety’s creation thoughtlessly, smiting creatures whose only sin is existing.
I see the change in them, horribly apparent to my eyes but not to their own. Wraeclast has changed them. Brought out their darkest fears and desires, exacerbating them, corrupting them into the murmurings of chaos and nightmare.
But not me.
Wraeclast is dark, mysterious, twisted. But I was already all of those things and worse. A witch they called me and a witch I am.
I summon my will and it coalesces into a seething violet mass between my palms. I lob it forwards at my enemy. It strikes them and with a beautiful conflagration of arcane energy and liquified flesh, it burrows into the torso of the monster like a Devourer burrows through earth. Flesh sloughs off the creature even as marble-sized holes bubble up out of its very bones. It only makes a pitiful gurgle as it dissolves into viscera.
Around it, the contagion spreads, leaping eagerly to latch onto more creatures. They too collapse, turning to gore and putrid, fetid gases; the last emissions of organic matter liquifying into their primordial, constituent parts. The monsters at the back try to flee but it’s already too late. The contagion has caught hold of them and continues its deadly work, this time moving slow enough to allow their screams to intermingle with the sounds of decay.
One of the creatures struggles, its skin peeling away but bones intact, organs spilling out in globs. I gracefully slide towards it, offering a hand under its revealing skull. A gentle caress and the bones regain their strength, the sinews renew their vigour. The skeleton remains standing, rattling, affirming. Ready to do my bidding.
Like the splintered crack of a diseased femur, a smile breaks across my face.

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Kishimo wrote:

Painted Atziri :)

Really, I love it.

Do you have any artstation or something similar ?
My eyes ask for more.