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Gothic horror / dark fantasy series by author Marlutte in collaboration with godofallthings

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Vitriolic Vitruvian Vivisector. Bosco the Flayer of Fiends, Butcher of Dismalia. Emerging from the abyssal void displaying the ghastly glory of his demonic Dermic Embracer, charmingly known as "The Meatsuit" by allies.
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"Meat, must gather meat, for the Meatsuit". Declared the Butcher upon sliding down his bone mask, knives drawn and eyes glowing, striding into the dismal cavern with a stealthy but steady step. Upon glancing at a trio of Ghoulish Grotesques at a corner feasting on a pile of Matter (resource) rooted to the damp corner, the spilled blood agglutinating on the rocky tiles to form a Portal Puddle. "Done, alright". Stated through gritted teeth, taking a hunched skulked position against the wall as his silhouette melded with the fog of war prevailing in the dimly lit grotto. "Their pelts will form the fine patchwork for the dermic suit". Engaging in the rudimentary hunting procedures, the Rokyu ravaged the pack of Grotesques before they could retaliate meaningfully, pouncing from the darkened corners and aiming his gleaming Irkianite cleavers for tendons and arteries, preserving the Demons's bodies in pristine condition, as much as it could be salvaged for the grisly craftsmanship inbound to occur through occult means. The Butcher hauled the lesser Demons' corpses into the darkness by meathooks tied to ropes, and he got to do the dirty work. "Demon Matter gathered. Meatsuit in the making”. Bosco stealthily skulks beneath the shadow of the mountainous Praetoria, infusing her veins with a cocktail of volatile Elixirs concocted in the moment with the artificial organs in his Meatsuit, from Choleric power pills to regenerative Sanguine ichor, tactically adapting to the increment of hostility from the Demons in this gauntlet; leaving in the wake of her wrathful onslaught a trail of limbless Demons and amputated appendages desperately seeking their respective original bodies, before being collected by the Rokyu huntsman. Handled with dexterous care to break their gnarly joints and stuffing them in jars filled with a solution that delayed their regenerative potential, essential for the transportation of gory goods back for trading with the Magal alchemists back at Phobos.
October 24, 2025 at 7:04 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
The Glory Seeker Berserker has a favored prey in the form of Minotaurs. Horned taurine chimeras that embody the destructive purity of the Behemoth Demon. Their ravenous relentlessness and propensity for intimately close quarters combat make them a perfect fit for this gladiatorial pankrationist.
She couldn’t be exposed to any demon in that state, but fortunately Histeria was in one piece and the demon remained defeated. Only needed to step on its body as a sign of triumph. One last display of glory for her pupil, who was picking up the large right broken horn of the demon to save time on scavenging. However, as Praetoria laid her right foot on top of the demon’s belly, she saw the wounded chest pulsing intensely and suddenly explode, as the ribs splitting open like fans and the core heart was expelled out of the chest cavity, one massive yellow eye opening between its pulsating folds and the tube shaped veins spreading like tentacles, grasping and entangling over her weapons reaching for the neck to strangle her. Praetoria was deprived of strength and couldn’t fight back this sudden murderous organ as she looked deep into that hateful eye in the core. With a valkyrie’s flight Histeria plunged towards Praetoria’s aid impaling the heart with the long broken horn of the minotaur’s corps. Its strangling grasp was forcefully removed off Praetoria and both the core and Histeria flew far, grinding and nailing it against a wall and hissing furiously at it as its beats slowed to death. The demon was properly slain now. Praetoria, wordless, simply fainted from exhaustion after beholding such macabre execution. “The Behemoths fall slain, as the heroes rejoice. They played the war horn and called for feasting. The mutants laid down their weapons and devoured the Behemoth’s carrion, as they filled their chalices with sanguine ichor and bile liquor. From its gory remains arose an explosive heart, its boiling blood took out the demon’s drunk executors as they ascended to the Nightmare Above. We truly never learned. Our need to celebrate has damned us all, forever more.” - Praetoria’s Songs of Glory, Gutting Gulch Act III. Scene fragment from the story Dual Death of the Taurine Twins at the Gutting Gulch, from DISMALIA WILD HUNTS VOL. 1. As it falls like a crumbling pillar of flesh, Praetoria rises from the corpse triumphantly after decapitating it crudely. The Demon is finally slain. Histeria observed how Praetoria lifted the taurine head by the horn and walked with shivering steps to the cliff of the canyon. Standing at the peak of glorious carnage surfing the visceral blood waves of her inner world, all the while displaying the gruesomely beheaded trophy of the horned Behemoth, both gazing at the crimson horizons of the Gutting Gulch, making its precious, pricy blood drip down below to the grotto, as if tempting its twin that stalks the depths of this biome. She is heading for it next, but first, a feast, on the Demon's flesh and blood that won’t be saved for selling back in the city. She needs to restore her body. “Our eyes are blinded and burnt by the perpetual spilling of viscera veiling our visages, yet we charge forward. Our flesh is peeled off and splintered by the broken bone shards of our demonic predators, and yet we charge forward. Our muscles tear and our nerves get eviscerated by their telepathy and yet we lunge forth, into the Demon's core.” -Praetoria’s Songs of Glory-Gutting Gulch: Act 2. - - - Scene fragment from the story Dual Death of the Taurine Twins at the Gutting Gulch, from DISMALIA WILD HUNTS VOL. 1.
September 30, 2025 at 3:02 AM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Truly a joy to see the book being bought and read around. When more stories are featured in the store, I hope they can be more interested readers~
Screenshot of "DISMALIA WILD HUNTS"'s most recent sell by a recent follower on Itch.io.
September 26, 2025 at 2:34 AM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Heed, Oh Hunters! By my Fault we beheld the Sign of the Vile Body, Visage of God. Come with me without worry, to the Adventurous Hunt, the Game of Nature. Hark, Oh Demons! Flesh wound of the Earth, once feasting fiercely on time & space now fester and dry! Visions of DISMALIA @cubicskull.bsky.social
Butcher Bosco, the Flayer of Fiends, Hunting the Six Eyed Horror. Demon Prince Raum of the Six Eyed Royalty, defending its territory; the Ardant Temple of the Cryptic Column. Tormentor of Tartarus, Howler of Hades and Scourge of Sheol: Demon Prince Raum. Reigning supreme amidst the crumblings labyrinthian ruins of Mazerith, the Maze Of ITH. That’s how you know the Dismal Lands are doomed and blighted. The Prince has been faulting on its duties to watch over the ancient Berelithian architecture, and on its feral state, shambles across the ancient pillars, breaking and knocking them in a blind rage. The Six Eyed Royalty were once the psychopomps of ancient humanity. In this relief the King is represented as solemn executioner. The visages of decay represent the hematologic flow and the way of all flesh, down into the core of the world. Cleaving through the paralyzing fear invoked by the ethereal gaze of Six Eyes; severing the crushing burden of horror from his mind, the epidermal embracer repels the eldritch radiations projected from those hexagonal pupils. Leaping bravely over the earth shattering tail thrust... Aiming for the neck. A rumbling roar of raging rancor ravages the rows of columns that make the temple, cracking the once immaculate carving with sonic screeching that would peel skin and break bones of an unarmored Slayer; but this Butcher was embraced by the skin of Demons, enduring the hellish howl... Cutting through the darkness like a knife thrusting through layers of flesh. Remaining obfuscated, camouflaged by his dermic embracer, imperceivable by its dangerous prey, but still forced to advert its lethal gaze or risk being paralyzed in panic and electrified by the emitted radiation. The Rokyu must climb the mountainous muscles riddled with stabbed weapons from failed hunters and reach for a crack in its armor to plunge into. Becoming a virus for this vile fiend. Cleave his way into its heart; needing to dodge its demolishing lashing tail first. Urvall the Dreadful Diabolist, Abyssal Sorceress of the Butcher’s Company, empowering her aura of cosmic darkness against the encroaching Behemoth Rex, the Six Eyed King of Horrors. The Spell Sigil of the Behemoth Rex Tyrant, shaped like its skull, with its curving tusks pointing sharply upwards, and the sign of the Omega Glyph, the End of All, crowning its visage; representative of its status as the ultimate annihilator of free Life. “A POUND OF FLESH IS NOT A POUND OF LIFE! A POUND OF FLESH IS ONLY ALIVE UNLESS IT PULSATES! TO PULSATE, A POUND OF FLESH MUST BLEED! THE BLOOD THAT PULSATES INSIDE! THE POUND OF FLESH IS THE LIFE! THE LIFE OF THE POUND OF FLESH!” The Regal Behemoth rambles while prowling the abyssal void with quaking stomps, prowling predatorily the barren hellscape in search of interlopers to interrogate, craving to deliver divine death upon those that have defiled life with artificial alchemical immortality. Demanding corpses as tokens for passage into the Underworld of ITH, its Domains. Primal fury precedes its stomping hooves. On its skull are six horns, each with an eye that sees through solid rock. Panopticon of vision, symbolic for the Terror Tyrant. He can only perceive reality from the perspective of authority. From the spikes of his crown. His vestigial human eye sockets are but a testament to ancient weakness shed and eviscerated by millennia of strength cultivation by devouring demons. The Tyrant Behemoth collects corpses as trophies and wields a grotesque skull studded garrote, cursed with the twisted torment of its prey. Its mere presence bends time and space, blighting it by sheer brute metaphysical force. Praetoria Gloriosa charging at the Behemoth Cerbeboros. The living Key at the scarred Gates of Mazerith, a gate sculpted with the amalgamated bodies of arcane Mages petrified into its foundations to seal the horrors beyond and beneath. Praetoria needed to be at the peak of her barbarous rapture so it could transfer his spirit into her to possess such a mighty body. There were no words, as the demonic passions were taking over her, the last of the Demons she could smell was emerging from a dark tunnel beneath the balcony of this cultist. Three heads emerged from the warrens, mouths bridled. She expected an Apex Behemoth, judging by the tales from the Basilisk Zathan. A true beast of antiquity, solemnly monstrous. She also expected something imprisoned by insidious means or horrid hexes. She wasn’t ready to feel pity for this Demon. The smell that travelled from the depths of that ruinous dungeon beneath the master of this cavern was that of a refined ancient Demon. Tasting behind her nose the essence of fermented ferocity and restrained wrath, exhausted by eons of crushing earthbound pressure. It shambled its way to only emerge partially, its three heads viscerally entangled by spike chains and metallic bridles that held its mandibles tightly from being opened. The central head was the one allowed the most freedom, while it tugged and jerked the other two at the side by the chains on its bridle and neck straps, dragging a dozen thorny chains linked to rusty Berelithian weapons impaled through its coal black flesh. The Glory Seeker telepathically demanded the Demon to reveal their names; solemnly, once the telepathic bond was formed instinctively. “Our names are Kærr, Bærr & Boros, three in one, Ancient Apex Behemoth of Ouroborea". She gripped the handle of her double headed head hunting great axe tighter, with a determined grit of anticipatory delight, conjuring the gracious hunger of a Legion, clamoring for the Demon’s blood through combative exsanguination. Horned Holy Huntress, Dorris of the Radiant Church, Blasting Blazing Blood Bullets against the ferocious Chimeric Conqueror Samiginus Samigila. On the hunt at the Maze of ITH, vertically fighting around ancient columns carved with grotesque reliefs that narrate the legends of the Six Eyed Royalty. Embracing her dreadful destiny as a missionary mistress heralding the passionate dogma of the Golden Dragon to the severely demoralized Exiles of Dismalia, the Holy Horned Huntress Dorris embarked on a personal crusade to invigorate the ethereal blaze of the Slayers of Phobos. Departing without any sentence, granted permission to march towards the Dismal Frontier, carrying enough resources and belongings to donate them to a considerable group of bleak Hunters that quickly became her congregation once bestowed with the charitable gifts of the Priestess. Heeding the teachings of the Tarnished Book of Omens and the providence of the Draconic Divinity. Solely becoming the first fountain of blazing blood in Phobos, the project of the Parish District continues as the gathering of fateful blood bound Radiant Slayers increases, exponentially incrementing the quality of life for the condemned, healing the blighted and arming their Hunters with state of the art weaponry and miraculous sorceries. Too good to be acceptable to the criminal syndicates of Phobos and the Magal Guild. Whenever she is not leading the congregation with education and meditation, Dorris Bethel roams the dismal lands fight fighting blights, Demons and other threats in the name of justice and passion. The Radiant Church encourages euphoric diligence, and Dorris is a particularly radical wild card, even for her own Guild. Highly independent, exceedingly effective, and sticking to her own codes of honor and dogma; which tends to make her overdependent on superstitious pattern recognition of esoteric messages all around her life, to the detriment of any common expectation by other Hunters. Blessed be the Dragon
September 17, 2025 at 8:28 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Continuation of two more Slayers of Dismalia edited as #mgt cards!
This duo of deadly huntresses were done by the incredible @roadkillwitch.bsky.social.
Renkora Valerosa, Daughter of the Sun. Legendary Creature - Zathán Sentinel. Vigilance, Life Link. When this creature is attacking all other creatures under your control gain First Strike and Vigilance until end of turn. All other Zathán you control gain +2 / +0 until the end of turn. "Driven by a solemnly divine purpose, the staltwart Slayer seekrs to cleanse the Dismalia Frontier despite the perils it poses to herself and her warband." Urvall, Dreadful Diabolist. Legendary Creature - Human Sorcerer. Ward 4. If this creature is targwted by a spell or ability you may discard a card and draw 2 cards. Discard a card and Destroy targeted Nonland permanent, draw a card if it was a Creature. "Her runic carved cranium craves further knowledge and power, dwelling deeper into the arcane. Pray you do not withhold those secrets the sorceress hunts for in your mind".
September 16, 2025 at 9:30 PM
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Done as a beautiful gift bt a dearest friend of mine, @criticalwiff.bsky.social. Endearing edits of the Slayers of Dismalia in the form of MAGIC: The Gathering Cards! Their respective artists credited on their cards and alt text respectively!
Flayer of Fiends.
Indomitable Goblin.
Glory Seeker.
Bosco, Rokyu Butcher. Legendary Creature - Human Slayer. Haste, Death Touch. When this creature attacks, you may sacrifice a non-land permanently. If you do, it gains Shroud and cannot be blocked until end of Turn. Slaying. When this creature deals lethal combat damage to a creature, create your choice of Food, Treasure or Blood Token. Illustration by Ahmonza. Vrak, Goblins Guile. Legendary Creature - Belial Goblin. If this creature attacks with another creature you control, you may use the Power of that Creature in your control instead of its own, having First Strike. If this creature blocks wirh another creature you control you may use their toughness in place of its own, gaining Death Touch. ~ Regenerate this Creature ~ "Know for cunning combat tricks and working harmoniously with allies, many Demons still underestimate the diminituve mutant maniac, all to their own peril." Illustration by Terrornaut. Praetoria Brash Gladiatrice. Legendary Creature - Zathán Slayer. First Strike - Life Link. If this creature takes Combat Damage add a +1 / +1 Counter. If this creature has 3 or more Counters it gains Indestructible. "Zathán gladiators are well know for utilizing their voracious hunger for Demon flesh in battle and in the hunt. Best not to provoke their ferocity and feed their wrath.
September 16, 2025 at 5:46 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Horned Holy Huntress, Dorris of the Radiant Church, Blasting Blazing Blood Bullets against the ferocious Chimeric Conqueror Samiginus Samigila. On the hunt at the Maze of ITH, vertically fighting around ancient columns carved with grotesque reliefs that narrate the legends of the Six Eyed Royalty.
September 15, 2025 at 9:24 PM
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cubicskull.bsky.social
thanks @dismarlutte.bsky.social
for yet another fruitful collaboration! Some cool details:
-blood bullets
-sword/spear grave yard for scaling
-Grab in a barrel
-the 6 eyes king statue
September 15, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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cubicskull.bsky.social
Another one for the books! #Dismalia
September 15, 2025 at 9:02 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Splendrous Demon Majesties! Good morning, my sublime sovereign of sovereigns. Lead our pandemonium into seductive devotion, heralds of blight, dread and doom! Gleaming in a horizon ablaze, the tortured procession marches on, across moving dune tides and sanguine streams. Raising infernal obelisks.
Hellish Baron brandishing the Infernacle Cube, by Gaegral. Hellish Baron's shadow, by Grimalisk. Vrak Deadhand stalking the Hellish Baron as it enters its chambers, by comicnerdsam. Hellish Baron and its Behemoth bodyguard Demons, by Wodeworm.
August 20, 2025 at 8:55 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Hellish Baron bringing the baneful bloodlight radiating from the ethereal Infernacle. Arcane Hell Cube Artifact through which the Regal Devil shall herald the resurrection of the splendrous Demon Majesties. Casting vile light upon the Chimeric hordes; bestowing upon them that lost graceful lucidity.
The Bleeding Sun oozed over the paths of flesh that flowed from the sharp crags of Gutting Gulch, until sluggishly descending down the rocky jaw threshold of the great abysmal chasm. The eldritch erotion scarring the land masses of Dismalia from blood floods of antiquity, now refilled with streams conjured by a gracefully nightmarish Regal Devil. Flooding its scorched and dry bottom like an oasis of boiling viscera, drowning the chimeric skeletons of various Demons that perished, gnawed away by a multitude of ghoulish carrion craving troglodytes that beheld in adoration this spell. Those beings that maliciously prowled the nefarious terrain felt the hematological flow from the core of the world command them into bowing solemnly, and scraping their horns and claws with hurried movements, climbed the rough sandstone walls until forcing their bestial bodies through the crevices and caverns, contemplating in unified beastly bellows and of guttural howls. Honoring the arrival the fiery eye of a spellstorm forming above them, commanded by th Regal Baron upon brandishing the arcane artifact that glew eerily like a false star in its grasp. Vile Light not meant for human senses, it commanded the skies and Chimeras. The eroded walls of the eerie grotto were its crucible. As if in a shamanistic chant initiated by the primitive Demons, the roar of the spell storms that flashed over the bubbling surface of the thick blackened blood was now electrified with powerful electro-plasmic pulses of cosmic radiation from the Nightmare Above until it formed a counter-clockwise vortex. From its depths, emerged a colossal worm of amalgamated Demon matter, coagulating as it spiraled up the heavens like a spire. The Devil Baron concealed the radiant Infernacle within its grinning pectoral mandibles and snapped its claws to awaken its mysterious Behemoth escort that awaited from behind. "Our ride is here, my Bell Bearer. Climb on and restore your strenghts. We have a fun trip ahead of us".
August 19, 2025 at 6:06 PM
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gaegral.bsky.social
The hellish Baron 🔥
Commission for @dismarlutte.bsky.social!
A full-body commission of a humanoid character, a demon from the Dismalia setting by @dismarlutte.bsky.social. He is standing on a rock, holding the ‘Infernacle’, a cube-shaped artefact from Dismalia, in his right hand. He has a skull-like appearance but is very robust, with hooved legs.
August 19, 2025 at 4:17 PM
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godofallthings.bsky.social
Full gallery added to my Ko-Fi ☕️
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August 13, 2025 at 6:03 AM
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godofallthings.bsky.social
The battle for this year is over!!
Here is my #artfight 2025 thread:
August 2, 2025 at 5:12 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Titanic tremors trembled the Dismal Lands, the Grotesque Chimeras stampeded madly into the Gutting Gulch, torn asunder by its sharp crags as a sanguine stream is formed for the Devil Duke to satiate its thirst. These hunting grounds shall yield the matter necessary for the resurrected Lord's Legion.
godofallthings.bsky.social 𝔾.❍.✰.✞ 🪦🪱 @godofallthings.bsky.social · Aug 10
The Duke Arrives at Death Canyon (feat. Carnobæl) #DISMALIA

User ID: Anchimayen #artfight
@anchimayen.com
Carnobæl (DISMALIA) stomped through Death Canyon, armed with a pine tree, heading towards the city. The ground trembled beneath Theo (OC belonging to Art Fight user: Anchimayen) who could only stare, frozen in fear at the harrowing sight of this living nightmare.
August 10, 2025 at 3:09 PM
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godofallthings.bsky.social
The Duke Arrives at Death Canyon (feat. Carnobæl) #DISMALIA

User ID: Anchimayen #artfight
@anchimayen.com
Carnobæl (DISMALIA) stomped through Death Canyon, armed with a pine tree, heading towards the city. The ground trembled beneath Theo (OC belonging to Art Fight user: Anchimayen) who could only stare, frozen in fear at the harrowing sight of this living nightmare.
August 10, 2025 at 1:22 AM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
Grave Marauding Demons haunting the burial hills, scent of fiendish putresence oozing from deep pits sealed by runic headstones, creeping claws of Demons sprout from the soil, the restless dead beneath refuse to slumber soundly. The Hell Knight knowingly awaits their rise, coming from its old realm.
godofallthings.bsky.social 𝔾.❍.✰.✞ 🪦🪱 @godofallthings.bsky.social · Aug 9
Conflict at the Rising Graves
(feat. Bobzebul) #DISMALIA

User ID: RadicalGator #artfight
@radicalgator.bsky.social
Horned-Eye Knight Bobzebul (DISMALIA) encounters Bubble Gum (OC belonging to Art Fight user: RadicalGator) lurking in the mist of the Burial Ring Hill of Rising Graves.
August 9, 2025 at 9:05 PM
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godofallthings.bsky.social
Conflict at the Rising Graves
(feat. Bobzebul) #DISMALIA

User ID: RadicalGator #artfight
@radicalgator.bsky.social
Horned-Eye Knight Bobzebul (DISMALIA) encounters Bubble Gum (OC belonging to Art Fight user: RadicalGator) lurking in the mist of the Burial Ring Hill of Rising Graves.
August 9, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
The Cockatrice Cavalier speaks for the Chimeric Conqueror's horde, stepping off its scouring steed in order to communicate telepathically with no hostile intent, unexpected civility for Miasma and its phantom haunt, as Grotesques end tend to be bestial brutes, but this one was gracefully considerate
godofallthings.bsky.social 𝔾.❍.✰.✞ 🪦🪱 @godofallthings.bsky.social · Aug 7
Trespassing at The Gate of Herod (feat. Draghignazzo) #DISMALIA

User ID: UrbanKnight #artfight
@urbanknightart.bsky.social
Draghignazzo (DISMALIA) warns Miasma (OC belonging to Art Fight user: UrbanKnight) of danger that lurks beyond the Gate of Herod.
August 8, 2025 at 1:42 AM
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godofallthings.bsky.social
Trespassing at The Gate of Herod (feat. Draghignazzo) #DISMALIA

User ID: UrbanKnight #artfight
@urbanknightart.bsky.social
Draghignazzo (DISMALIA) warns Miasma (OC belonging to Art Fight user: UrbanKnight) of danger that lurks beyond the Gate of Herod.
August 7, 2025 at 2:33 AM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
The Merciless Bloodfalls make for a fine hideout for the vilest villains of the Dismal Lands, providing an fortified plateau powered by the sanguine flow processed through ancient dams. Regal Demons like the Hellish Baron and its honored guest congregate and lounge lethargically, away from the hunt.
godofallthings.bsky.social 𝔾.❍.✰.✞ 🪦🪱 @godofallthings.bsky.social · Aug 6
Relaxing By The Bloodfalls
(feat. Hellish Baron) #DISMALIA

User ID: MidnightMischief #artfight
@midnightmischief.bsky.social
Cezar Bloodwing (OC by Art Fight user: MidnightMischief) meeting with the Hellish Baron (DISMALIA) for a drink atop the pillars of the Merciless Bloodfalls.
August 7, 2025 at 1:52 AM
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godofallthings.bsky.social
Relaxing By The Bloodfalls
(feat. Hellish Baron) #DISMALIA

User ID: MidnightMischief #artfight
@midnightmischief.bsky.social
Cezar Bloodwing (OC by Art Fight user: MidnightMischief) meeting with the Hellish Baron (DISMALIA) for a drink atop the pillars of the Merciless Bloodfalls.
August 6, 2025 at 10:23 PM
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dismarlutte.bsky.social
The Sentinel maintained her unbroken streak of single handedly slain Demons in a one being army procession around the walls of the City of Exiles. Other Knights would collide with her route on the hunt for glory, joining blades in friendly competition against a greater foe, splitting their earnings.
godofallthings.bsky.social 𝔾.❍.✰.✞ 🪦🪱 @godofallthings.bsky.social · Aug 6
Demon Slaying in Phobos
(feat. Renkora) #DISMALIA

User ID: tickflea #artfight
Renkora (DISMALIA) impaling a Grotesque demon with the spear end of her banner after it had been cut in half by Worm-Slayer (OC belonging to Art Fight user: tickflea) on the cliffs above the Shielding City of Phobos.
August 6, 2025 at 10:04 PM
Reposted by 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔞 ⚔️
godofallthings.bsky.social
Demon Slaying in Phobos
(feat. Renkora) #DISMALIA

User ID: tickflea #artfight
Renkora (DISMALIA) impaling a Grotesque demon with the spear end of her banner after it had been cut in half by Worm-Slayer (OC belonging to Art Fight user: tickflea) on the cliffs above the Shielding City of Phobos.
August 6, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Reposted by 𝔇𝔦𝔰𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔞 ⚔️
dismarlutte.bsky.social
Bleeding bait set, ensnaring traps primed, slaughter ditches dug out and the Butcher sealed himself in the patch worked Meatsuit. All that's left to done was wait for the prey to prowl through his stablished hunting grounds. Ambushed by the ghoulish Slayer, he drew his knife... Stolen? KNIFE STOLEN
godofallthings.bsky.social 𝔾.❍.✰.✞ 🪦🪱 @godofallthings.bsky.social · Aug 3
Wait, I Need That!! (feat. Bosco) #DISMALIA

User ID: cheekysonas #artfight
@cheekysonas.bsky.social
Cheeky (OC belonging to Art Fight user: cheekysonas) swiping a Rokyu Hunting Knife from Bosco (DISMALIA) leaving him to fight two Grotesque unarmed.
August 5, 2025 at 1:36 AM