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On the coast of Eyrinburn, the waves lapped against stone. Ancient obsidian from a long dead volcano that had spilled its soul onto the surrounding hills and down to the shore. Once it may have glittered in the sun, but centuries of salt water battering it had built up a thick, dull crust. It was from that ancient glass a tower rose. Eternal Reverence Spire.

No one had ever been able to ascertain its origin. The tower had been there for as long as recorded history, perhaps longer. It stretched up to sky, the top lost to the clouds. The pale white stone sat in sharp contrast to the volcanic rock that supported it. Hundred of arched windows dotted the side in a curling pattern to the penultimate floor. Spikes protruded from the walls in a few places, terrifyingly dangerous. Occasionally along that path, a curved balcony stretched out into the open air. And why, even on exceptionally clear days, did it appear that the highest reaches were surrounded by dark clouds that made the unusual structure feel like a grand tree?. Though none held the answer, all who gazed upon the tower felt the power and grandeur of it.

The Spire had been the seat of the local arch magus. The seat of magical power for the entire region. This held true until roughly one hundred years ago, when the last magus eschewed the ancient guidelines of “balance in all magic, neither Glimmer, nor Gloom, else it will spell your doom.” He delved too deeply into dark magics that consumed his mind. His attempts to create defenses for the tower turned against him, bringing him to his tragic end. Since that time, the tower has been off limits, locked through arcane magics to protect visitors from falling to the same constructs that destroyed their creator. Yet those from the local village swore lights still appeared in the windows at night after all this time.

I had the pleasure to work on this piece for the wonderful TindomielSilverthorn who has entrusted me with painting a very special location - The Spire. I had enjoyed the entire process greatly and hope that you like how it turned out!

Thank you for commissioning me.

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Description

On the coast of Eyrinburn, the waves lapped against stone. Ancient obsidian from a long dead volcano that had spilled its soul onto the surrounding hills and down to the shore. Once it may have glittered in the sun, but centuries of salt water battering it had built up a thick, dull crust. It was from that ancient glass a tower rose. Eternal Reverence Spire.

No one had ever been able to ascertain its origin. The tower had been there for as long as recorded history, perhaps longer. It stretched up to sky, the top lost to the clouds. The pale white stone sat in sharp contrast to the volcanic rock that supported it. Hundred of arched windows dotted the side in a curling pattern to the penultimate floor. Spikes protruded from the walls in a few places, terrifyingly dangerous. Occasionally along that path, a curved balcony stretched out into the open air. And why, even on exceptionally clear days, did it appear that the highest reaches were surrounded by dark clouds that made the unusual structure feel like a grand tree?. Though none held the answer, all who gazed upon the tower felt the power and grandeur of it.

The Spire had been the seat of the local arch magus. The seat of magical power for the entire region. This held true until roughly one hundred years ago, when the last magus eschewed the ancient guidelines of “balance in all magic, neither Glimmer, nor Gloom, else it will spell your doom.” He delved too deeply into dark magics that consumed his mind. His attempts to create defenses for the tower turned against him, bringing him to his tragic end. Since that time, the tower has been off limits, locked through arcane magics to protect visitors from falling to the same constructs that destroyed their creator. Yet those from the local village swore lights still appeared in the windows at night after all this time.

I had the pleasure to work on this piece for the wonderful TindomielSilverthorn who has entrusted me with painting a very special location - The Spire. I had enjoyed the entire process greatly and hope that you like how it turned out!

Thank you for commissioning me.

---

Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/galder

Twitter: twitter.com/GaldersArt

Youtube: www.youtube.com/c/GaldersArtsyCorner

Instagram: www.instagram.com/MagisterGalder

RedBubble: www.redbubble.com/GaldersArtsyCorner

🛍️Inprnt: www.inprnt.com/Galder