Earlier this week we concluded our 2021 Talent Competition where we invited our community to showcase their many talents by making Path of Exile-inspired creations. Your creativity astounds us and today, we are excited to announce the winners!

Thank you to everyone from our community for your incredible submissions and congratulations to all the winners! We’ll be contacting you soon to arrange your prizes. We’ll also award more Runner Ups in a follow-up post next week.

Top Three Winners

  • Signed Path of Exile Art Book
  • Signed Path of Exile Brutus Print
  • Signed Path of Exile Comic
  • Cloth Map of Wraeclast
  • Solaris and Lunaris T-Shirt*
  • Foam Exalted Orb
  • Your choice of an Armour Set (any Armour Set from the store)
  • Your choice of a Weapon Effect (a Weapon Effect from the list below)
  • Your choice of Helmet Effect (a Helmet Effect from the list below)

Tarot Cards by thiagolehmann




Master Spellblade Cosplay by curiocity



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'Conquerors of the Atlas' - Piano Cover by envatilea




4-5th Place

  • Signed Path of Exile Art Book
  • Solaris and Lunaris T-Shirt*
  • Foam Exalted Orb
  • Your choice of an Armour Set (any Armour Set from the store)
  • Your choice of a Weapon Effect (a Weapon Effect from the list below)
  • Your choice of Helmet Effect (a Helmet Effect from the list below)

Cursed Crypt Comic by satan3000


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Maven Cosplay by Penny_a



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6-10th Place

  • Solaris and Lunaris T-Shirt*
  • Foam Exalted Orb
  • Your choice of a Weapon Effect (a Weapon Effect from the list below)
  • Your choice of Helmet Effect (a Helmet Effect from the list below)

Clay Maven Sculpture by Apocalypso_



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Marauder vs. Shaper Diorama by Arcade798



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Zana, Kirac and The Conquerors by Kardalak_IX




POE From A-Z by QueenNie




Tragedy of Merveil by Vinnco




11-20th Place

  • Solaris and Lunaris T-Shirt*
  • Your choice of a Weapon Effect (a Weapon Effect from the list below)
  • Your choice of Helmet Effect (a Helmet Effect from the list below)

Rings by Sqwil


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Izaro by xKzo


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Sin Thief of Virtue by abidabii


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The Maven by JoeDuncan


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Kuduku and Kadaka Mugs by ToolPool


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Path of Exile Legion - Chiptune Cover [8-bit NES version] by robinerd


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The Maven by Anrea


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The Maven by FrenkHorrigan


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The Scion’s Ballista written by terrik101


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Just a few days ago, the young Scion hadn’t lifted a bow her entire life. What need had she? Servants brought food to her table, guards warded away the rabble from the heights of her estate’s walls, and for sport she danced, drawing the eyes of Oriath with each graceful motion. All eyes…even his. Her grip tightens on the bow as she recalls their “courtship.” He, coin dripping from his pockets into the cupped hands of hangers-on and loose-lipped servants, bought a place at her family’s table, becoming yet another of her father’s many guests. He, with stalking eyes and lupine smile, studied the Scion’s motions one night, only to invite her to dance the next. And how could she, a late-born daughter of a rising family, refuse? One dance, begrudgingly given, begot a second, then a third…until she was trapped within a music box, opened for his amusement, melodies played to give an excuse for him to lust after her form. Suitors withdrew their pursuits whenever they learned of his intentions for her, and the Scion hardly blamed them. Days passed into weeks, until his patience ran out. The Scion wasn’t involved in her own betrothal, beyond being informed of its occurrence as an afterthought in a conversation over dinner with her parents.

The Scion’s mother at least tried to feign excitement; arrangements were made, tailors hired to measure and prod every last inch of the Scion’s form in an exacting, unsparing manner. In the end, her dress was a concession to the tastes of the time; blue silks clinging to her curves, accentuating and highlighting every feature, with gilded threads suggesting a dawn golden with possibility following marriage. Dominus himself had stood at the altar beside her betrothed, mouthing the blessings of Innocence on this most fortuitous matrimony…but she remembered the eyes below the blue mask. They burned with intent of their own, and in that moment, she knew not what she feared more; her husband’s yearnings, or those lingering behind the cold, piercing eyes of the High Templar.

She wonders, now, whether Dominus suspected her own intentions. Perhaps her silence at the altar had given her away. Brides in Oriath, by custom, need not speak their vows; their obedience was assumed, bought and paid for by the successful suitor. Her husband had led her from the altar, his grip on her arm loose, for law now cleaved her to him more than a strong grip might ever achieve. To the dance hall they went, and there she swayed, swooned, and dipped at his lead. A feast awaited, but the Scion couldn’t stomach a meal. A fine silver knife, serrated slightly to part flesh, nevertheless found its way into her grip…and then above it, within the cuff of her long-sleeved dress. And from thence to the bedroom, where –

No, the Scion shakes her head angrily. “There’s no resting on your laurels in Wraeclast,” she mutters, forcing the wedding night from her mind. Her hands are clammy, sticky with sweat…not blood. The bow ensures that. Ahead, she can hear the chants of marching men – Blackguards, whose ranks the militant youth dream of entering. All loyal to a fault to their master. Some would have sweethearts in Oriath, she knew. Families depended upon their coin, and she was going to –

No. Today, here, there are men and women who want me dead, she thinks. They stand between me and the Scepter. From afar a cry goes up among the Blackguards, an alarm raised. The Scion scowls and grips the bow tightly before her, forefinger brushing along the gems embedded in the grip. One, a gift from the Karui sla…no, the exile, I mustn’t forget, she reminds herself…crackles with energy at her touch. With a gesture of her free hand she focuses the verdant power, manifesting before her a marvel of technology, wrought into existence by the strange magic of the gem. At once, in quick succession, a trio of ballistae arise, wood creaking slightly as they emerge. The Blackguards ahead let out a cry of surprise as their charge falters. Some, even, turn away. Whatever forces animate these ballistae find their targets and dispassionately launch their ordinance. Arrows, all aflame, ascend into the sky, only to find the Blackguards stumbling below. The Scion looks away as they scream. Some die in the blasts. Others burn.

Before long, there is a quiet that cannot be called silence, for another alarm call sounds in the distance, in the shadow of the Scepter. The Scion strides forward, ballistae lingering behind her, still now. One of her foes gasps at her feet, his armor cracked and blazing. Blood gurgles in between breaths, and he gazes upward, locking eyes with her. She takes no pleasure in seeing his chest heave and falter. Indeed, a small tear beads as she considers that, but for circumstance, this young man might’ve been willing to surrender, to abandon Dominus, as Helena had. She would’ve understood, she could’ve stopped this, she might’ve spared –

No. She squeezes her eyes shut. This is Dominus’s fault. The Scion clings to this, knows, no, NEEDS it to be true. His authority married her. His order exiled her. His commands stationed this man here, before the Scepter, on this day. And your hand will slay him, some part of her whispers. Just as you did your husband.

“Innocence forgive me,” the Scion whispers as her eyes open. At least she can deny that voice one truth. Her hand won’t be the one to hold the knife, to nock the arrow, to end this life. A brush of her finger is all it takes; beside her, a ballista rises. Just one, this time. The young man gurgles something beside her, but the Scion pays no mind. Her focus is ahead. Before her, an archway stands, and beyond she hears the strange bellows of exotic beasts. Dominus’s menagerie, she reckons. Looming ahead, shrouded in the storm clouds far above, the Scepter of God awaits. It is taller than any building she has ever seen, a tribute to Innocence and the grandiosity of humanity. She had been surprised to learn Dominus was here, in Wraeclast…but not so that he had taken residence in the tallest building in the lands. He will be at the top, she knows. Where else would his pride allow him to be?

There will be more of this, the voice calls. There will be more deaths. More murders. More times you’ll kill and burn and break and –

Yes, the Scion concedes as she crosses below the arch. Before her, mad beasts catch her scent and howl their hunger. A familiar finger traces the contours of the gem, pouring forth her mana to summon those familiar ballistae. I will kill, she agrees. But I won’t bloody my hands again.

Path Of Exile - Maven Theme - guitar by caladriel


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Runners-Up

  • Your choice of Helmet Effect (a Helmet Effect from the list below)


Labyrinth Remix by Unknower


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Bridge Encampment Theme by thetigerblack


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Ritual Totem Sculpture by pondabe


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Heist Magazine Cover by BaronBenG


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Lunaris and Solaris Fan Art by Rain_R_Windeye


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Piety Cosplay by SuitSizeSmall


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Those That Die written by Fou_Lu


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It was dead. The Envoy did not have the means to perceive the distinctive fumes of rot and decay that emanated from the carcass, but the blood falling from its insides, those walls from which the distinctive colour of flesh was fading and the very familiar sense of stillness made it clear. The Beast was dead. Rivers of blood were still flowing from its core. The Envoy was mildly surprised by the amount of that liquid Those That Died could hold inside.

The Envoy was getting accustomed to the feeling of surprise. Its development was recent, but marked a change in its scope of sensations, a change that almost constituted evidence of the passage of time. That first surprise came from the words of the Nomad, which started spouting its story as if that would prevent madness from engulfing It while eternally floating in its new cage, its new place in the Maven’s collection. The Nomad spoke of a “world” to which It belonged, and of a being that once stood and fell, a being that had quieted the “gods” and could potentially alter all of humanity at once. Many had tried to divert the flow of the Beast’s apparently chaotic will, and the Nomad had stopped its movement before every living being was destroyed in a so called “Cataclysm”.

The Envoy continued its voyage beyond the heart the Nomad had destroyed. Despite not having known or heard of Lavianga, It knew the throne of the mind was not in the heart. The brain of the Beast was also rotting, but it was still there, offering something that had stirred the Envoy’s curiosity. It raised its arms, as It knew, just as the Child of Decay, the method to devouring memory. The Envoy, the ever-giver of information, was about to be the receiver, to have the pleasure of being the asker instead of the answerer. The strings of images that constituted a thoughtless being’s mind enveloped the Envoy, and It drank, It drank as It had actually felt thirst.

As suspected, the memory of all life was contained in the fragments of the beast’s memory. Moments danced in front of the Envoy’s eyes Civilizations rose and fell, their gods were born and died. Humanity created and destroyed itself constantly. Doryani tried to unite them into a single being, Malachai tried to destroy them all, and to rise them again through corruption.

Something was inside Those That Died, something that united them and made life persist while individual forms passed. Some seemed to have called it corruption, and manipulated it in crystalline forms emerging from the Beast. Some called it Darkness, and understood it dictated the different expressions of their passing forms. Some called it the soul, even trying to make it reoccur in the same forms using something called Horns of Kulemak. But no one but the Envoy saw they were all names of the same entity. It was then when the Envoy saw life itself, in its formless nature.

The Envoy realized It was in front of anonther of its kind. A Still One, an Endless, yet it possessed the ability to change, to partially die, and thus, partially evolve. The stillness of the stars with the chaos of death. The silence and the scream, united in perfection. The only question the Envoy had ever made had been answered. It was clear, as It saw the ever moving form of that self-devouring and self-regenerating entity, how could something that died have stopped the Child of Decay, and how it would do more, perhaps filling one day the silence between the worlds.

The new feeling that arose in the Envoy as It bowed in front of that fellow Endless,the Self-devouring One, was so alien to It, that there was no doubt of the passage of time. It could identify a moment when It felt it, and a moment before when It did not.

It had felt fear.

Einhar Crochet by Hellfirenerk


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Echoes from the Past art by Drakartwow


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Path of Exile Plushies by Arelysean


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Picasso Maven art by barbatrebbio


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Oshabi fan art by Catake [NSFW]


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Kitava Leather Work by EfimSupreme


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The Exile song by ElephantSeal


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Maven 3D Model by Erinevenight


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Handmade Divination Cards by FoxBladee


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Congrats winners!
IGN: JerleNOVA
Harvest is the BEST league EVER. Deterministic crafting ftw.
Ripped 760pdps +2arrow bow 16 Aug 2020 - 16 Aug 2020
Congratulations to the winners
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Some very nice art in there. I especially liked the cards and the children's book.
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https://www.pathofexile.com/forum/view-thread/2077519

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Not a winner, feels bad man
Grats to the winners. Biggest loosers this round did not participate though.
Persistence makes impossible possible, possible likely and likely definite. Yep, Mirror will drop eventually -_-
I am honored to have my story selected. Thanks GGG!
Oshabi is just... waow.
That master spellblade looks great! :D
That Tarot deck looks absolutely sick, and I would like a printed copy.

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