Fey Atmosphere for 'Riders of the Storm' project.
3D Commission Design for Miniatures
'The Grotto' by Iain Lovecraft
28mm (3DP)rintable Diorama.
For years the trickle of drinking water had run, reducing through the rock, like a blade with the help of time. The Grotto as it was recognized by all in the village was not a resource of consuming water, but of overall health. Several arrived below to accumulate it´s foul tasting bitter waters, not to drink but to set on their wounds and heal. The grotto permeated with a peculiar smell which derived from the drinking water, not foul but almost sweet that hold in the air and clothed on to you for days.
Elyse had appear below for years to function with the ill that collected in hope close to the grotto. Even the outsiders came, with their peculiar methods and appears, seeking solace for their maladies and she would have a tendency to all equally, right after all they had been all youngsters of the earth.
As tough as she experimented with she was not in a position to shake off the reality that not too long ago items experienced changed, there ended up subtle distinctions. Ever given that the Valan tree by the pool had begun to drop its leaves and experienced begun its cycle by dropping a seed nicely ahead of it´s time. The tree sensed demise was upon it and knew that its only recourse was to start anew. As it little by little faded again to the earth, its offspring would increase up and just take its once very pleased stance as the sentinel of the Grotto. Elyse understood this was the way of items, but it saddened her that the tree she had grown underneath would no more time be, it reminded her of her mortality and she wished it have been not so. She also knew that its passing had occur effectively before its time and that these were indications, poor omens, darkish occasions that had been waiting to swoop down upon them.
As the Grotto´s waters flowed by means of the deep roots of the mountain, in its supply significantly, far away, the unthinkable occurred. The waters stopped flowing as they ended up diverted, by devious and formidable minds, that were to put the affluent to a various use, a single of war.