Unofficial Fan Art Competition [HC/Nemesis Prizes]

Better idea, marauder ripping a sporker in half.

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Mcin wrote:

I'm debating drawing a bringer of rain marauder ripping a -some sort of monster- in half and having it litterly be raining blood.


Or drawing a witch in a corner cowering behind 2 totems.

Witch is easier.. but do I get extra points for badassery?

Draw something like this, but with Piety looking into a/looming over a crystall ball, seing you rip apart Captain Arteri. Might be a little challenging though.

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RulerofAsgard wrote:

With release being only 3 days away, I figured I would hold a contest for some currency prizes. The contest is simple, submit any kind of art based on Path of Exile, from in-game character screenshots, to paintings, sculptures, cosplay, memes, poems, stories, manga, comics, anything at all you can think of.

OK - submitting a story:


The Hitchhikers

Gravel crunched as the faded green ’66 Dodge Power Wagon pulled over to the edge of the road and came to a rumbling halt.

“Where y’all heading,” the grizzled old man asked as the door opened. The blonde that stepped in had legs that went from here to Texas, but she spoiled her looks with one of those tomboy haircuts.

“Inland,” she replied scooting over next to the driver so her companion – a heavily tatooed body builder, could squeeze in and close the door.

“You’re in luck, this road only heads two directions – Out to sea and inland,” the old man replied, noting that the body pressed next to his was every bit as lean as the bodybuilder’s. Clearly, these weren’t your average tourists. “I’m heading back to my farm, you’re welcome to stay a day or two, but after that you’ll have to shove off or help out.”

“We can help if you want, but we don’t plan on staying long,” the blonde said.

“Fair enough,” the farmer said. The truck’s engine roared to life and gravel sprayed behind them as they pulled back onto the twisting curving road road. “Going to be a hot one,” he said. After several minutes of silence, he said, ““Name’s Jim.”

“I’m Panella, my friends call me Panner, and my comrade here is Roan,” the blonde said.

“Nice to meet ya,” Jim said.

“Likewise,” Roan replied with a deep growling voice.

“You two lovebirds aiming to get hitched someday?,” Jim asked.

Roan laughed heartily, “No we’re just traveling companions.”

Panner just nodded.

Several more dusty miles passed in silence as they climbed out of the lowlands with Jim occasionally glancing down, but trying not to stare at those legs. Surely anyone who wore short shorts like that expected to be ogled a little bit, didn’t they?

“So, Jim,” Panner put her hand on his knee and gave it a fast squeeze that hurt like hell, “How far is this farm of yours?”

“Not much further,” Jim winced. “So how’d you two end up traveling together?”

“When we were younger, Roan saved me from a couple guys that were attacking me,” Panner answered.

“Younger?,” Jim asked as the road straightened out and they began descending into a small valley. “You may not appreciate how youthful and vigrorous you are now, but someday you will look back and see the irony in that.”

“We Karui have a saying,” Roan replied, “Measure a man by his battles, not by his years.”

“You are Karui, then?” Jim asked, adding “I thought your kind went extinct.”

Roan shook his head, “The war was brutal but a few of us survived.”

Jim guffawed and slapped the steering wheel. “You aren’t telling me you two fought in the second cataclysm are you?”

Panner nodded, “For seventeen years,” and for a moment her eyes seemed to focus on something far beyond the horizon.

“You’re saying that both of you, who don’t look a day over twenty, fought in a war thousands of years ago. A war so ancient that it was forgotten history before Egypt ever built the pyramids?” Jim took a deep breath then continued, “I’ve heard some whoppers in my day, but this one takes the cake.”

“And just how do you know about this war?,” Roan asked.

Jim took a quick glance at the two of them. A minute later he spoke, “Amongst your other tatoo designs, You have Amigara, the Sumerian word for freedom and a two headed lizard and she has a Ra’s arrow.” Jim slowed the truck and turned onto a bumpy unpaved road. “I too have a tatoo on my shoulder, the same one my father had and his father before him. When I was old enough I asked my grandfather about the tattoo and he began a story of a great war. He said that when I could memorize the story and recite it verbatim, I would be allowed to get the family tattoo so long as I promised to hand it down to my son.”

The truck slowed in front of a large double swinging gate. Jim climbed out and hit a lever and a system of weights and gears began opening the gate.

As he climbed back into the truck, Panner asked, “Why does the sign say ‘Robert’s Rhoa Ranch’ if your name is Jim?”

“Robert James Daresso the second. I don’t fancy being called Junior or Bob, so I go by my middle name,” They drove through and the the gate began closing behind them.

“Speaking of extinct, You aren’t actually raising Rhoa’s are you?,” Roan asked.

“Course not! Mainly Emus and Ostriches,” Jim replied. I wouldn’t stray too much if I were you, those birds can be downright ornery at times.” The truck sent a cloud of dust in the air they stopped in front of an immense adobe building.

“Not your usual farmhouse,” Panner remarked.

“Keeps the varmints and the heat out,” Jim replied as he scrambled out of the truck. “Mind giving me a hand with this stuff?”

Panner and Roan went around to the back of the truck and Jim filled their arms with heavy cases of ammo. “You expecting a battle?” Roan asked.

“Poachers the last few months and I’m not much of a shot” Jim said as he pulled the front door open and set down a box to keep it open against the breeze that kept trying to close it.

“You could set some snares for them, I could help,” Panner walked through the front door and set the boxes on the kitchen table. Roan placed his boxes besides the others and looked around the spartan kitchen for something to eat.

“Damn wind!,” tThe front door slammed shut after Jim, “ I Tried that, but the Rhoas keep getting caught in them.”

“You mean Emus?” Panner asked moving around to the other side of the table to wash her hands in the sink.

“Yeah, get wrapped up in my own sales jargon sometimes. Not many folks out here to talk to, you know.”

“I can guess why,” Roan growled as he looked into the fridge.

“My apologies, I hadn’t planned on company else I would have stocked the pantry,” Jim said.

Panner turned the faucet. There were several banging sounds, a few gurgles and then rusty orange water shot out in bursts.

“Have to let her run a bit, then it’ll be all good,” Jim said. He motioned to a short hallway at the back of a kitchen, “Small bedroom back there you can use. Only one small bed, but it’s on the shaded side so it stays fairly cool. You can put your packs in there, or do what ye like. I’m going to pump some water so those birds don’t dry out.”

“We’ll come with you,” Roan offered.

“No need,” Jim said. “Just the one pump handle and the birds get agitated when there are new smells around. You can help me carry some grain down to their feeders in the morning if you like.” The front door opened and then slammed again as Jim headed out.

Panner and Roan looked out the window and watched him make his way down a small hill until he vanished.

“Long ways to go for a pen,” Roan remarked.

“Might be range fed,” Panner said.

“You buying his story,” Roan asked.

“Not a bit, I could smell the Rhoas as we drove in,” Panner said.

Roan nodded, “Been a looong time since I’ve smelled those.”

They wandered around the house, being careful not to touch or move anything. Finally Panner called out, “Look at this!”

Roan came back to the sitting room. On the mantle were some black and white tourist style photographs of graveyards. “Are those all Karui ?”

Panner nodded, “The Egyptian stella I’m not sure of , but the rest look like transliterations into the local language.”

“Look up,” Roan said.

Panner did, “The double raven? Here?”

“We need something to fight with, it seems that Piety’s Ebon Legion is no more vanquished than the Karui are.”




I was thinking of the "undying" and how the gems kept them alive, and that the seven PoE characters (and some of their gemling enemies)could theoretically live forever. The seven would be the Eternals.