Once upon a time, in the Underdark, there was a Black worm. It was weak and incapable of anything else but causing pain.

“How many canaries are there at Mr. Perres’ office?”

The last one of the filler Art-updates... for now.

More colorized pictures from Arc 4.

The moment Mary saw the sea monster for the first time; colorized.

Three illustrations in one post.

Hello, Everyone! After just having finished another chapter of Mary Windfiddle's story, I'm going to take a week or two of rest (or, as I like to call it, a week or two of editing and drawing illustrations).

After all this time, Mary was not getting much better at origami.

“Useless!” Mary spat out. She couldn’t believe that the hag would be so heartless in their time of need!

It had come true. It had ALL come true and they hadn't been able to avoid any of it.

”Why does she have your Fey amulet?” Mary Messaged Aurum. ”Did she steal it?”

“Well, all right-y then,” Agatha said, rubbing her hands together. “How do we get to the next dragon on our list?”

The dragon started ascending. Soon, it was going to be out of the range of their spells.

Тhree things to do when fighting a dragon. Take it to the ground. Don't gather up close. And… what was the third one?

There were no roads in this direction. They had to abandon their horses and continue on eagle-back.

If only she could sneak out, sprint to the Bricks, get a sniff of Lilly's perfume on one of her pillows…

Mary glared at him. Why was he like this? Couldn’t he try to understand her the way she was trying to understand him?

On the one hand, there was Nurvureem wreaking havoc in Pamagos. But on the other…Racox was already on his journey North.

"We might be making a mistake," Mary said hesitantly.

Fellow Scholars and Scribes! I bid you welcome to the third annual SCRIBE SPOTLIGHT! 🙌 mosh pit ensues 🙌 Each year we take a month to celebrate and commemorate our most diligent and talented authors.