On the lightroom i use mainly contrast, overall color saturation, clarity.

as i desaturate the Blue, the color becomes "grey" and using strong dark vignetting this grey becomes "night".

after i think in a moon... just create 2 circular/radial filter and push exposure to extreme. the first one bigger and more difuse intentisy on the borders, and another inside - smaller and more intense on his end - to emulate a moon and his aurea.

hope i can help

The Story of Corrun, the Exile of Wisdom

In ancient times, when kingdoms fought for glory through steel and faith, there was a man whose power came not from the blade, but from the mind. His name was Corrun, the son of peasants, but adopted by the elders of a court eager for oracles and advice. From a very young age, he demonstrated a rare intelligence, a clarity of thought that overshadowed even the most renowned scholars. Corrun read the stars, deciphered dead languages, understood the cycles of the visible and invisible worlds with equal diligence.

For decades, he served unstable thrones, advising kings in wars and treaties, preventing disasters and shaping the destinies of the poor and the rich. His word was law among nobles, and his presence was feared and at the same time revered. But the higher he rose in the esteem of the powerful, the more he became disgusted with human vanity. The halls were filled with empty words, feasts in the midst of famine, and kings who used wisdom as an adornment, not as a beacon.

Tired of the hypocrisy and futility of the courts, Corrun abandoned everything—his robes of counsel, his titles, and his name in the chronicles—and disappeared from the eyes of the world. Some say he left after a dark omen, a vision that the kingdoms he had helped build would drown in blood and forgetfulness.

In the solitude of a road's end, under an eternal sky and among meadows where only the wind dared to sing, Corrun founded a monastery of the Black Stone, humble and severe. There, together with a few disciples who had also renounced the vanities of the world, he laid the foundations of what would come to be known as the Order of the Manuscritori, monks of silence and writing.

The Manuscritori, Keepers of the Living Word

The monks of St. Curron—so named after his death—are known for their devotion to the preservation of knowledge. They believe that words have spirit, and that each letter drawn is a spark of ancient power. Inspired by the spread of knowledge, they developed forms of enchanted calligraphy, where each page is both a mirror of the soul and a spell in repose.

Monastic Life

At the monastery, days begin with chanting in the Inner Cloister, where voices rise in ritualistic harmony, echoing through the covered stone corridors. Meals are silent, shared with reverence. The herb gardens, arranged in alchemical circles, are both medicinal laboratories and places of spiritual revelation.

The monks dress in simple robes made of dark wool, covered with symbols embroidered with silver thread and dried blood—marks of protection and wisdom. There, their study of the visible and invisible world is uninterrupted: they study stars, anatomy, poisons and medicines, dreams and runes.

The Three Vows

The Order is based on three sacred vows:

• Silence, to hear the echo of the spirit and the whispers of forgotten books.

• Knowledge, to never cease the search, for knowledge is infinite and changeable.

• Harmony, to live in harmony with the rhythms of the earth, the moon, the seasons and the ancient gods.

Corrun's Legacy

It is said that Corrun did not die like ordinary men. On his stone bed, surrounded by his disciples, his body became light and words, transforming himself into a book that can never be read in its entirety, for its pages continue to write themselves, revealing new truths over the time.

Some claim that the monastery itself is alive, built of enchanted stones that move subtly with the lunar cycles, hiding rooms and revealing secrets only to those who are ready. Others say that Corrun wanders among the trees of the garden, like a spirit of smoke and low voice, guiding the most devout.

Influence on the World

Though remote, the Manuscritori have a subtle presence across the continent. Mages, kings, and hermits seek their blessing. Manuscripts from their hands emerge at key moments in history—an impossible peace treaty, a lost cure, a spell that seals ancient horrors.

Those who return from St. Corrun rarely speak of what they saw. But their eyes glow with a new flame—as if they have gazed into the abyss of knowledge and come away not unharmed, but transformed.

Took me a lot of time to do this one, was inpired in Seven lakes Region in Argentina.

Many hidden spots to discover

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Action Battlemap with @forgotten_adventures free assets and CC3+.

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At the foot of steep cliffs where the waves crash furiously, there once stood the coastal village of Spotted Elm. It was once known for the majestic elm tree that grew peculiarly close to the sea, its roots woven into both the land and the villagers’ stories.

The tree was not only a symbol of beauty but also of protection, offering shelter from fierce storms and attracting abundant fish to the surrounding waters. The villagers performed rituals at the solstice, thanking the elm for its benevolence and asking for favors from the sea gods.

Over time, however, the leadership changed. A new chief, skeptical of the traditions, persuaded the villagers to set aside their customs, dismissing them as ancient follies. The elm tree was no longer cared for, and spots began to appear on its bark, reflecting sadness and loss of power.

Without the protection of the elm tree, the village was exposed to storms and creatures of the deep, which on a stormy moonlit night brought destruction and fear. The sea, once an ally, was now a constant threat. The survivors fled, leaving behind only wreckage and legends.

Today, the ruins of Spotted Elm lie forgotten, bathed in the eternal lament of the waves. It is said that, in the stillness, one can hear the sigh of the elm, the sole guardian of the memories of a time when land and sea danced in harmony. The few who venture to the site dream of obtaining its legendary leaves that can rekindle the ancestral connection with nature.

I tried to create a dark forest environment, or "that dark movie theater environment", this time without using clouds :) and at the same time keeping the design simple without many icon options. I used only the 3 Mesas symbols by Herwin Wielink, plus the pine tree icons, the cave and the crystal, varying their positions, colors and directions of the symbol (mirror).