E.O.W Round 19: VOTING THREAD
TOPIC: Tribal Commune
Deadline For Voting: Saturday 15th April
Please vote for your personal favourite artwork from this round. Please remember that your vote should reflect an equal weight of aesthetic impact, adherance to the brief, and idea development.
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Please help strengthen the activity by leaving criticism for the artist you vote for, and for any other artworks you can manage!
The people of Eldar Forest took to the trees, when the Land Tigers made living on the ground impossible. Althoguh that was in prehistoric days and the Last Tiger's skin lies in the position of honour in the main Guild house. The People still live in the trees safe from Floods and invaders.
Robed caped individuals, are proceeding to their place of worship. Within these temples lies something, that something we don't know is it dark or is this a divine entity that is leading this individuals to their promise land?
To the white elves that dwell amongst the caves, dragons are sacred creatures. Some say dragons are even offspring from their revered God, Idiamin. However deep in this canyon of snowy mountains, these two live harmoniously, The dragons in exchange for a luxurious life cared for by the elves provide transportation to and from the harsh landscape.
Twin Peaks: Eastern Rise
High atop the venerable Eastern horn is the Tribal Commune's Easterly Rise Sect.
The Tribe's Abbot leads the monks through the peak's internal byways traversing from the East to the West peak for prayer ensuring the safety of the commune.
Perhaps the decendants of an unfortunate shipwreck, this tribe have made their homes on the steep cliffs of these rock formations that rise alone out of a turbid sea. Their society relies upon the masses of kelp and sea creatures that they hoist up from the oceans depths to use as food, building materials and clothing.
The weather changed and the water rose society broke down and war came. But the tides receded and what was left was a shell of the old world what was once great nations where now tribes. The East side and 16 street tribe lives where their names say. A old submarine is where there tribal chief rules and is there last protection from roaming scavengers and other tribes.
a tribe, stranded on the tops of cliffs thousands of feet in the air, use this secluded area as a meeting place for the leaders, where they can be undisturbed by the lesser tribe members.
Struggling to survive in the vast and unforgiving Pacific Savanna the tribe adopted this relic of some long lost civilization as a communal shelter
This tribal commune exists along the only marked path on the Freundin Glacier. It has been able to survive by hunting seals, polar bears and other arctic wildlife to sell fur pelts to travellers crossing the huge glacier. With only three of the remaining 24 tribesmen remaining being women, it is expected that this well loved and welcome sight for trekkers may not exist for much longer.
On Tongalla Toka, the northernmost island in the Tongallii archipelago, the Sabeth tribe resided in their hanging village above the waters of the Lasanya sea.
Here they were safe from the scavenging Larda lizards that roamed the main island, while close to the habitats of their primary source of food, the delicious Inala crabs.
The village of Kowahkta fishes and hunts sacred animals in the hills of Pokawatai. Their existence is based soley upon their willpower to live. The Kowahkta's huts are made of clay from an island named Rektu. The huts can be closed when the storms make the tides rise, as to not let water in so that the Kowahkta's can be dry even in worst of times.
The people of Cadan had always feared the so called," Underground society of the elephant’s tusk," but only in their imaginations did they fear this strong tribe of hidden Cadanians, for they did not know them. Long ago, a young boy found himself wandering through the great forest seeking, praying, and hoping for a situation that would help him prove his manhood. After 6 weeks of sparse rations and no interaction with anything but the fierce sounds all around, he came to a hole in the ground...like a wound in the planet's skin. To tell the truth, it was more like the hole found him. His body fell down deep into the cavern of green and blue light, only dwarfed by the light piercing the opening above. Before his body could turn in midair, so that this young traveler could meet his fate head on, his body slammed onto a hard yet wrinkled surface. He quickly turned to notice that fate had spared his young frail body, but it was what spared him that define his life, and the life of his people. The cave was full of mighty elephants, or, Elaphia, as His people called them. Thus, as the years went by, the young man's people honored the elephants by building a shrine to them, deep in the cave. They also took up residence in the great cavern systems, which had been molded by time, and the great winds from the nostrils of their god. The shrine was a creature likened unto the form of a Cadanian and an Elaphia, for in this cave, the two became one.
In the barren deserts of Reol live a hardy people. The unforgiving heat and sandstorms on the plains above drove these people to seek refuge wherever they could. They came across a long abandoned village and temple of an extinct civilization. The tribe took refuge in this village and remain there to this day.
The setting for this piece is suppost to be deep in the amazon rain forrest where one of the last ancient tribal societies are hidden and untouched by the modern world.
At the border of a south eastern jungle a tribe inhabits a series of tree houses. The tribe is known for it's ability to construct these homes that can withstand intense weather conditions, due to the placement of the supports and the density of trees that they are built in.