They descend from the west, seeking to snatch the souls of the living before even Death can reach them.
Do not dare to speak their name, for should their attention land on you, your only remaining salvation would be to sacrifice another's life in your place.
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THE SLUAGH Return with New Single '128', with Classical Scored B-Side
THE SLUAGH Return with New Single ‘128’, with Classical Scored B-Side
Following the release of their debut album, ‘Enivid Creatures’ and previous single, ‘I bhFolach’, masked Irish Technical Melo-Death force, THE SLUAGH reveal ‘128’ with classically scored B-side, ‘128 (EC2)’.
Listen to the single here. Watch the official YouTube video here.
peaking of the single the band commented: “Kicking the door in at 240bpm, our new single’128’, taken from ‘Enivid…
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commission for @kentuckycaverats!
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Diagram that will aid no one
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Lost Souls, Hueste de Ánimas Sculpture.
It represents a procession of the dead (or a procession of souls that are in torment) that wander through the village paths at night.
Available in Arte Feudo’s Etsy Shop. Click here!
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Messed around with a different art style on this one. Meet Wyatt, a Sluagh in a Changeling the Dreaming game my friend is running.
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lachrymose
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I've been wanting to make myself a sluagh for a long time and finally got it
Her name is Catatonia
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Sluagh Illustration.
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beginning to lose hope on repairing my damaged limbic system. also i think that angels are like a bee hive or perhaps like an ocean current. a murmuration. do you see it?
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Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time || @soulsxng
While she wanted to bemoan like Risteard or Mhoirbheinn of 'why me' of the night...Morgan knew it'd be a lie. While she wasn't necessarily thrilled at having to do a long escort quest, she couldn't deny it was a way to indulge in the Sluagh na Marbh in style. It certainly did wonder for her power replenishment and to check into what had or hadn't survived the year's toll.
So imagine her surprise to learn of whom was leading tonight. Looks like it wouldn't be a dull night after all. She was all ready on her stag when she noticed the pair. An enthusiastic wave was given as she brought her mount before them, "Your Majesties, Happy Sluagh na Marbh! King Jaspern, it appears it has been a while since you've graced us with attendance in it so we're glad His Majesty has deigned to ride with us again. And Your Highness, Prince Jawyr, I hope that I can help make your first Hunt a memorable one. Although, you're likely an old hand at this sort of thing, no? Maybe you'll be showing me how it's done."
She tittered as she adjusted her cloak, "Now, I seem to know you but not the other way and really...it's not important. I'm just here to oversee the Hunt's progression. As such, I'm not much of a combatant so please keep this squishy mage safe and I will keep the progression on track, okay?"
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A Raven Aloft || @lunarxdaydream
What a farce. Mhoirbheinn stood off to the side, head tipped upwards to the night sky, his gaze fixed above. A bird flew off in the distance towards the castle, not an unusual sight around a castle that sat aboveground.
He would not have even agreed to this task had it not been Bal who'd asked it of him. Babysitting nobles from to keep them from accidentally falling on their own blades was the last thing he wished to do at the moment, and it was only because Bal had asked him to help that he'd begrudgingly acquiesced.
He'd nearly managed to go unpicked even.
Hopefully the other Generals would be able to keep the king safe from any danger in his absence. Hearing footsteps approach, Mhoirbheinn held in his sigh. Turning, the Protector swept past his charges, his features schooled and his stride steady.
"As the king has explained, I am here to guide and ensure your safety during the Sluagh na Marbh. You have been outfitted with cloaks and a lantern that will help do the same." The perfunctory instructions left the man as he approached his steed for the night. He'd paid little attention to who his charges for the night were past the annoyance upon seeing his name chosen. A prince or something? It mattered little, so long as the royal heeded his instructions and did not cause any unnecessary trouble. After all, if the man or his companions proved to be a nuisance, well, all sorts of accidents could occur during a Hunt.
Ah, he probably shouldn't joke like that.
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“Le Corbeau”
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Domhan ref. They are also in fear and the hunger…
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Enchanted World Sculptures.
Find them in Arte Feudo’s Etsy Shop!
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