Pictures events

(still under construction, more pictures will be added, check often!)

Once again, I wish I had taken more pictures of all events I attended during the years, for example, Fantasy Faire. I have been participating to Fantasy Faire since 2017 I believe and I have never taken pictures! 😕 Never except this year!

I will add more pictures if I manage to find them in my chaotic inventory

FANTASY FAIRE 2025 - WORDLING CRADLE

This is the place where Fairelands are born. In each of the ten Cradles is a Worldling, a infant Faireland that is protected and nurtured in Fairelands Junction. From here, each sends its energy out into the wider world and may take root to grow to become mature Fairelands in their own right.

For this year's Worlding I imagined a Hollow Comet, drifting in space, with frozen landscapes and plants crytallised in ice

The Hollow Comet overview

Hollow detail

Hollow detail 1

Hollow detail 2

FANTASY FAIRE 2025

For the FF2025 I imagined a commemorative chapel, within the Obsidian Sanctum world, for the now lost House of Levorg the 1st. The chapel is lined with dark rocks, the now extinguished lava that once was alive. At the center of the chapel, a perpetual stream of sparkling blue water, feeding a motion globe, hit by the blue rays of the Obsidian moons, at night time. Above the chapel, the opening to the skies, with the moons towering over this now lost world. On the walls, the portrayts and the stories of the members of this once glorious house. The dragon and his queen, their 8 children. A dinasty with a terrible fate. Its story is below the pictures, if you are interested.

Entrance

Entrance closer

Gates opening into the chapel

Vendors by entrance

RFL Vendor 100%

Vendors by entrance

Levorg, dragon King and Ygy, his Queen

King and queen with Vendors to the sides

Princess Erra and Misse

Princess Nillir and Issen

Prince Acrin and Bamat

Prince Ekasi and Nyres

Night sky into the chapel

Whole

Constant flow

"The Chronicles of Ash and Starlight: The Last House of Levorg"

I write this in dragonblood, reader. Forgive the smudges. Even ink weeps for them.

"Walk lightly on the ash. They sleep, but the world still trembles."

In the molten archives of Mount Vyrnthax, where lava rivers of blue hues sing dirges for dead gods, I carve this tale onto tablets of dragonbone. The House of Levorg is dust now—their scales turned to ash, their roosts buried under time’s avalanche. But the wind still whispers their names. Listen closely.

Here I speak of the lost dynasty....

I. The King and his queen: The Deathlord and the Chosen

Levorg the 3rd, called Deathlord, was not born of fire but forged in it. His wings blotted out suns; his roar shattered empires. Yet when he beheld Ygy, a mortal woman with starlight in her veins, he knelt. Legends say she tamed his fury with a single word: "Enough".

Ygy, the Chosen, bore the Mark of the Eclipse—a sigil that bound her soul to dragonsong. Their union was a blasphemy that shook the heavens. From their bond bloomed eight heirs, each a paradox of scale and sinew.

II. The Sons of Levorg and Ygy

1. Nyres, the Gifted

Nyres could unstitch time. He wove futures like tapestries, foreseeing wars and plagues. But his visions drowned him. In the end, he sealed himself inside a crystal chronosphere, whispering warnings no one heard.

2. Ekasi, the Darklord

Ekasi drank shadows. He ruled the Night Wastes, where even light feared to tread. Yet when the Void Hydra rose, he sacrificed his wings to bind it. His bones still float in that starless sea.

3. Bamat, the White

Bamat’s scales were pale as moonlit snow. He walked among mortals, healing plagues with his breath. They called him saint… until jealous priests poisoned his chalice.

4. Acrin, the Tender

Acrin spoke to flowers. His claws, sharp enough to cleave mountains, cradled wounded sparrows. He died defending a spider’s web from a hurricane.

III. The Daughters of Levorg and Ygy

1. Nillir, the Fierce

Nillir’s talons carved canyons. She led the Sky Armada against the Iron Horde, laughing as she bathed in enemy fire. Her last act? Sparing the Horde’s child-king.

2. Issen, the Eternal

Issen could not die. She outlived stars, her scales crumbling to dust only to regrow. Loneliness drove her to swallow a supernova. Now she burns forever in its core.

3. Mysse, the Mysterious

Mysse knew secrets that rotted tongues. She traded them to the Dreaming Serpent for a key to the First World. Where she went, none know. Her roost remains, filled with locked boxes and unanswered letters.

4. Erra, the Quiet

Erra never spoke. Her silence birthed a language of gestures—wind through reeds, claws tapping stone. When the Sky Citadel fell, her elegy was a single, perfect note that shattered every mirror in the realm.

IV. The Ashen Legacy

They died as they lived: too bright, too vast. Levorg fell defending Ygy’s grave-mound; Ygy withered the day his fire dimmed. Their children’s bones litter the continents like fallen monoliths.

Yet in the village below Mount Vyrnthax, peasants still leave offerings:

- A white flower for Bamat.

- A locked box for Mysse.

- A shattered mirror for Erra.

And sometimes, when the moons align, their ghosts wing across the sky—a fractured family, whole again in death.

FANTASY FAIRE 2024

For the FF2024 I imagined a realm called Celestia. Celestia is a whole realm built on water, with nice light and bright constructions, flowers and plants with bright colours, which glow and release puffy, safe spores into the environment. Upon arriving, Celestia capital can only be accessed through glass pods which navigate the many channels of the city.

In the fair set-up I placed a virtual arrival hub for the city, with a ticket booth for a pod ride and, of course, all the items I made and sold for this event