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mclowes.bsky.social
| Lustration |
3/7

Recalling the night before...

#art #warcraft #homebrew #comic #kar'cozha
April 7, 2025 at 11:06 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
Hey, you guys want some void-slug planet lore? I got you some void-slug planet lore.

#art | #warcraft | #homebrew | #wowrp | #worldbuilding | #kar'cozha |
January 3, 2025 at 2:54 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
A fishmonger and a mosaic artist got together and made a problem.

#art | #warcraft | #homebrew | #wowrp | #worldbuilding | #kar'cozha |
November 30, 2024 at 2:34 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
His first meal on land, lovingly handed to him by I'lenea.

Well, second meal if you count I'lenea's finger.

#warcraft #homebrew #kar'cozha
June 6, 2025 at 1:12 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
| The Lurid Beast |

A chorister on a late night errand runs into one of Kar'cozha's most terrifying creatures. He got away. Though not without a near eternity's long fear of flickering lights in the dark.

#art #comic #warcraft #homebrew #worldbuilding #kar'cozha
December 20, 2024 at 5:45 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
Might as well transfer my Kar'cozhan (Or Karkoran) master post here. I dabble in egregious homebrew for Warcraft. I took your great dark beyond and put slugs in it.

#art | #warcraft | #homebrew | #wowrp | #worldbuilding | #kar'cozha |
October 17, 2024 at 2:25 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
| Lustration |
1/6

Dawn on the shores of the city of Kar'cozha. A neonate reaches the shore, ready to receive insight through a name.

#art #warcraft #homebrew #comic #kar'cozha
Panel 1. A man descends a cliff towards two others on the shore of a sunlit beach. 2. A small, diminutive creature - the infant of their species, crawls along the sand, out from the sea. 3. A pair of cloven, clawed hands gently lift the creature from the sand. A glowing trail of light begins to emit from the creature's spine. 4. A hooded man with teal skin and tendrils for hair sings to the creature in his palms. He is chanting a sacred prayer, giving his name and granting the small creature its own. Upon receiving its name, the creature's eyes open wide as it is granted insight. It peacefully sits in the man's hands, looking out towards the sunrise. 5. The neonate is then handed towards an excited woman, overjoyed to meet her new charge. In the background is the man from the first panel, descending the staircase. 6. The woman takes the neonate into her hands and joyfully cradles it into her face.
March 27, 2025 at 12:06 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
With Farabu no longer trying to overwrite the memories of his world soul to Azeroth, he's been officially been suspended from the Cult of Forgotten Shadows.

But he wasn't banished back to the void! He was allowed to stay on... One condition.

Wanderer of Lost Kar'cozha: Janitor Era
April 14, 2026 at 5:19 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
“You left me to observe what amounts to maggots, crawling on the corpse of lost potential. I reshaped them. I made them sing. I made them dance. I made them in your image to fill the silence when you left.” - Just a real piece of work.

#warcraft #homebrew #kar'cozha
April 6, 2025 at 12:09 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
| Lustration |
2/6

Student and Teacher

#art #warcraft #homebrew #comic #kar'cozha
1. A woman walks down the beach and is greeted by a young man with his arm in a sling. 2. The woman, far too preoccupied with something in her arms ignores the man. He looks back as she walks away. 3. The man jabs his thumb behind him, raising a brow in confused amusement. He asks "Was that Thalua just now?" bemused by her presence. In the box below, he is introduced as A'lessandi, Junior Chorister of Kar'cozha. 4. The man looks across the beach to who he is talking to. A hooded man, looking out to see. It takes him a moment to answer, as he's deep in thought. 5. A close up of the man's face is revealed as he turns to face the acolyte. An older gentleman with a glowing gold underbelly. In the box below, he is introduced as "I'lenea, Choir Master and Designator of Names" He speaks "Indeed, she decided to finally take on a--" 6 He is interrupted upon seeing A'lessandi's broken arm, points at it and shouts: "By Hastua! What happened to your arm?!"
April 1, 2025 at 5:31 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
I'lenea = Ee-Len-yeah

Yelanua = Yell-ann-wah

Hastua = Hast-Wah

Kar'cozha = Kar-*metal spoon against cheese grater*-za.
March 12, 2025 at 12:04 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
Old art, but I plan to draw more homebrew extinct spaceslugs in the coming months. Not for any RP reasons, just because the colour play I get to have designing them is self-soothing.

| #art | #warcraft | #homebrew | #wowrp | #kar'cozha |
November 8, 2024 at 8:54 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
I keep running into stuff like this, but this one questline is SO obscenely similar. It's genuinely so validating <3

Hastua/Kar'cozha could've feasibly have existed in this setting.

It absolutely could have. I GET TO BE SLUGGE FROM SPACE <3
March 4, 2026 at 5:28 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
If Kar'cozha wasn't essentially an ocean with tiny islands floating in orbit, they probably would've evolved to be closer in height to a human's natural range.
July 2, 2025 at 3:06 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
High Chorister I'lenea's first neonate was a challenge.

#warcraft #homebrew #art #Kar'cozha
Several images of a tiny slug like creature living out its first days on land, being cared for by its adoptive parent and being frightened of other slugs. It sleeps in a bowl, where it is hydrated on the regular. When it is woken up for its breakfast, it takes its frustrations out on its caregiver, drawing orange blood and some very loud expletives. After he leaves to bandage his finger, he returns to pick the creature up with a grumble and his claws tucked in to prevent another bite. The caregiver holds the creature and lectures it on not biting people, where it stares up with a vacant expression on its face. It is then treated to a slab of meat for its breakfast- very content and oblivious to the destruction it caused.
June 11, 2025 at 12:05 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
Possibly the most important building in lost Kar'cozha- second only to the chantry hall. The Taemae (Bath-house) ... or more like the bath district. It was huge.

#art #warcraft #homebrew #wowrp #worldbuilding #kar'cozha
A CENSORED (bluesky, there's nothing there, relax...) image of two Alrae in a bath-house. The darker one, A'lessandi is using a cloth to wipe down his arm as he stands in the pool, looking over his shoulder and smiling at his companion. The pale, lavender Alrae, Yelanua sits on the edge of the pool, smiling over to him as she leans back on one hand. She is dipping one toe into the pool while they talk over the day's events. Alrae need water. They breathe through their skin. They had to maintain good hygiene out of water to keep their pores open and stay healthy. The ocean is a dangerous place and so they built large structures to better facilitate their need to maintain hygiene and hydration. There were outdoor tamae on the beaches along the countryside, but they were not considered the safest of places to be- what with the giant lobstrok that could come and attack on a semi-regular basis. While the baths were the central feature of the tamae, there were many facilities within these structures. Gyms, canteens, even some chantry halls for festivals. The Tamae was a massive structure, practically an indoor district. The pools were kept clean by staff and through the use of petal slugs, which were used as living pool cleaners- and the water ran through the structure back to the sea, and as the Alrae were a unisex species- only learning the concept of gender from the more binary coded titans, there was no separation. Bathing was a communal practice. Visiting a tamae was a long process- and as such it was beneficial to simply conduct many aspects of society within its walls. It was one of the few places where social status did not matter. There was a strict code of conduct within the halls of these spaces, both to maintain civility and hygiene. Choristers would bathe and discuss matters with dancers, fishermen would play games in the gymnasiums with politicians. Once their leisure was over, it was back to work and conflict.
June 26, 2025 at 5:02 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
| Lustration: 4 |

Zin'ye - The Sallow Mark

#art #warcraft #homebrew #comic #kar'cozha
Panel 1: I'lenea draws a symbol in the air, using the essence billowing from his chest as the ink to his scrying. He is using his peoples' power over names and sigils to locate the name of the deceased. Panel 2: A large spread on the backdrop of the cosmic wheel. In the center in a pool of orange blood is a skeleton curled into a half foetal position. The blood stretches across the spheres of the cosmic wheel like branching neurons. The blood trail ends down to I'lenea, his face is darkened under his hood and in its place is the sallow mark of Hastua- depicting two individuals bound by one skewering sign. "We are woven into this world through flesh. And bound to a tapestry of synapses and signifiers. Only severed... When we join our sundered father." Panel 3: A brass titan watcher is in the midst of battle with a beast with a multitude of black and gold tentacles. The watcher brings his trident down into the creature's body, spilling glowing blood in a violent burst.
June 17, 2025 at 4:06 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
I rise like the dark master below. I don't think I was the one you were trying to wake, but here I am as well! Have the song unheard of Lost Kar'cozha. As a treat.
December 30, 2025 at 4:19 AM
darthdecisive.bsky.social
A few examples from the first batch!
A card for Zakhi, Duneblessed, a Vulpera Paladin. 3 Power, 6 Health Taunt, Divine Shield After a friendly character loses Divine Shield, get a Mirage A Shaman Hearthstone card for Shazi, Stonetusk Scholar 4 Cost Orc 3 Power, 4 Health Mage Tourist Whenever you cast a spell, draw a spell of a different school. A Priest/Warlock Hearthstone card for Farabu of Kar'cozha 99 Cost Alrae 3 Power, 4 Health Costs (1) less for every word on Shadow spells you have cast this game. Your Shadow spells cast twice. A Druid/Shaman Hearthstone card for Vathiss, Fang of Sethraliss 6 Cost Sethrak 1 Power, 4 Health Poisonous. After you cast a Nature spell, deal 1 damage to a random enemy minion.
May 14, 2026 at 7:42 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
Dawn on the shores of the city of Kar'cozha. A neonate crawls to land, ready to receive insight through a name.

(Decided to cancel the rest of this comic. Have the whole thing. I just don't have it in me anymore.)

#art #warcraft #homebrew #comic #kar'cozha
Panel 1. A man descends a cliff towards two others on the shore of a sunlit beach. 2. A small, diminutive creature - the infant of their species, crawls along the sand, out from the sea. 3. A pair of cloven, clawed hands gently lift the creature from the sand. A glowing trail of light begins to emit from the creature's spine. 4. A hooded man with teal skin and tendrils for hair sings to the creature in his palms. He is chanting a sacred prayer, giving his name and granting the small creature its own. Upon receiving its name, the creature's eyes open wide as it is granted insight. It peacefully sits in the man's hands, looking out towards the sunrise. 5. The neonate is then handed towards an excited woman, overjoyed to meet her new charge. In the background is the man from the first panel, descending the staircase. 6. The woman takes the neonate into her hands and joyfully cradles it into her face. 1. A woman walks down the beach and is greeted by a young man with his arm in a sling. 2. The woman, far too preoccupied with something in her arms ignores the man. He looks back as she walks away. 3. The man jabs his thumb behind him, raising a brow in confused amusement. He asks "Was that Thalua just now?" bemused by her presence. In the box below, he is introduced as A'lessandi, Junior Chorister of Kar'cozha. 4. The man looks across the beach to who he is talking to. A hooded man, looking out to see. It takes him a moment to answer, as he's deep in thought. 5. A close up of the man's face is revealed as he turns to face the acolyte. An older gentleman with a glowing gold underbelly. In the box below, he is introduced as "I'lenea, Choir Master and Designator of Names" He speaks "Indeed, she decided to finally take on a--" 6 He is interrupted upon seeing A'lessandi's broken arm, points at it and shouts: "By Hastua! What happened to your arm?!" Panel 1: A'lessandi holds himself tighter. The tentacles on his back curl up around him in a defensive posture as he recalls the night before- still rather shaken up. He says "A Bright One. Right outside Yelanua's Villa" Panel 2: "Watcher Glauceus killed it." He finishes his statement. I'lenea looks up at him, his expression flat. He seems rather annoyed at the mention of this watcher. Panel 3: A long shot of the Kar'cozhan coastline with the two standing on the beach, looking out to sea. "I see. Oddly charitable of the brass one. Though with no flesh to have torn from him, I suppose he had little reason to fear." I'lenea says, arms folded behind his back. "And no heart to bleed for the dead." A'lessandi adds. Panel 4: I'lenea looks back to his student, brow raised with concern. He knows that A'lessandi meant by that. The bright one killed one of their own. "Who was it?" he asks. A'lessandi looks down, eyes shut. "I don't know." Panel 5: A'lessandi's voice wavers and he holds his free hand to his head. He's becoming distressed. "I couldn't recognise them. The beast, it-" I'lenea interrupts him to ease his student. "It's all right, A'lessandi." Panel 6: I'lenea holds a hand to his chest, pulling at a strand of golden energy like a thread as he begins to cast a spell. "We shall know soon enough. For just as we bind names to grant insight to new life, a name unbound signals its end." Panel 1: I'lenea draws a symbol in the air, using the essence billowing from his chest as the ink to his scrying. He is using his peoples' power over names and sigils to locate the name of the deceased. Panel 2: A large spread on the backdrop of the cosmic wheel. In the center in a pool of orange blood is a skeleton curled into a half foetal position. The blood stretches across the spheres of the cosmic wheel like branching neurons. The blood trail ends down to I'lenea, his face is darkened under his hood and in its place is the sallow mark of Hastua- depicting two individuals bound by one skewering sign. "We are woven into this world through flesh. And bound to a tapestry of synapses and signifiers. Only severed... When we join our sundered father." Panel 3: A brass titan watcher is in the midst of battle with a beast with a multitude of black and gold tentacles. The watcher brings his trident down into the creature's body, spilling glowing blood in a violent burst.
July 22, 2025 at 1:05 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
All right. Still a work in progress, but I got enough to actually organise into tags. At least when it comes to names!

PART ONE (of... well, this thread!)

#art #worldbuilding #homebrew #Kar'cozha #wowRP
The Cosmological Chart of the Kar'cozhan people is pictured to the left. It details the elements of the world. Positive forces on top, negative forces below, elements to the right and left, with reality in the center. Born of Vehemence The people of the city of Kar’cozha believed that the Light and the Void were the fundamental blocks of creation. The conflict of the two forces birthed reality in a great collide. From that collision, they birthed twins- each twin being in conflict with the others’ and birthed forces in kind. This act filled reality with its splendid vibrance. When the vehemence stilled, Hastua came to be. A being whose lively form and chaotic hunger rose from the depths of the void. There it devoured ceaselessly until it grew large enough to breach a surface- what became the Embryonic Sea. There, on a fractured horizon, it gazed to a sky filled with radiance. From spying the skies above, it saw the death of stars, and understood the order of their brilliance. The salt of wisdom was born from its rapturous tears. Those tears filled the sea beneath it, and from those tears came new life who would follow their creator’s path and seek tandem with the two forces. -- Hastua’s Carcass Despite the Kar’cozhan aptitude for memory, there is a blank space in every individual. What exactly was and what became of Hastua. The results were known, for its very corpse shaped the island of which the city is founded. The first funerary mosaic was a temple made from its gleaming bones. What ended Hastua and why remains a mystery, likely one never to be solved since the planet was scoured clean an untold age ago. However, while the world no longer exists, the world was visited numerous times by the Titans’ creations- notorious record keepers, and despite their seemingly ordered existence, have been instrumental agents of change on immeasurable worlds. An overview of the Kar'cozhan lifecycle. They are an amphibious race, hatched from eggs adrift at sea. Once hatched, they eat anything they can get their tiny mouths around (including eachother). Later on, they begin to develop more land based features and head for shore, where an awaiting elder will raise them to the bipedal adult life stage. The Wheel The Basis of Runes. Typically, the beginning of any rune will lead towards the center at least once to denote the object’s place in reality. Conflict in Cosmology (Vertical) How it all relates to how that energy enters reality. The most obvious example being the conflict of Light and the Void. Everything in reality started with the conflict of the void and light. Conflict in Reality (Horizontal) The way those forces act within reality, such as water snuffing out fire. Order conflicts with Death in reality, bringing control over death, through ritual and quite literal control (Necromancy) Despite being seen as a dark practice, the art has very little to do with the void in the eyes of the Kar’cozhan people. Rather, magic is conjured through the sphere you pull it from. Life conflicts with Chaos within reality. It reflects the nature of struggle to continue to perpetuate itself. In relation to the cosmos, Life conflicts with order, it represents stasis, but also the far more understandable patterns in nature. Life and Death conflict, but join together in reality, because one can not fundamentally be without the other. There is no concept of existence if it never existed in the first place. Each one of the six forces can not bring about existence as we know it if even one of them was absent. The four elements are the youngest forces, having been split off from reality when it was created, encompassing not only the forces they sit between, but a small slither from every other governing force in reality. The best examples are water and fire. To the Kar’cozhan people, these forces are primarily attuned to the void, as their people were born in the Embryonic sea. A dark ocean of chaotic, primordial life, spawned from fiery vents. But these also represent how life springs from fire, but also brings death. How water may spring forth life, but brings with it the coldness of death and the order (insight) their people sought by reaching for the surface. “Overwriting”. To give someone a shared name is a grave insult in Alrae culture, as it’s essentially seen as overwriting the previous person’s entire existence from the collective memory. Thankfully this was easily avoided by simply changing the sound or providing a new context to the symbol, like many of their words. For Example: A’lessandi = Born from the sea, with a belly of fire, gazes the stars for guidance. And Jussenm’na = From the abyss, scalding blood, seeks the pale suns’ tutelage. However, the act of overwriting is not a sin. Far from it. Names and their meanings changed hands regularly in Kar’cozhan society. Many Alrae- especially those who worked closer to the void, often crafted additional names and symbols to safeguard themselves from outside forces. It was not uncommon for one person to have multiple crafted names to fit different roles in their day to day lives. If for any reason an Alrae wished to change their primary name or its meaning, they often would employ the assistance of a chorister to alter the collective memory. After all, signifiers change. What matters is the identity bound to it and how it is to be remembered. This act would strike the original name from the collective, but not the person and who they are. Choristers were specifically trained to change, strike and alter names for the benefit of society- and all therein. The only thing was that the names had to be unique, so not to overwrite the existence of someone else. Shared names weren’t seen as a problem when it came to interacting with other races. Likely because they rarely encountered enough humanoids with the exact same first and last names to really form an opinion. If they did, they likely would just seek out an additional signifier for the individual to add to the collective, or ask if there are any other names ascribed to the person. (like a middle name, or a title) Farabu once believed that ‘Junior’ and ‘Senior’ were just surnames on top of surnames.
November 20, 2024 at 12:13 PM
notapaladin.bsky.social
I'm so happy for you! I remember Kar'cozha from Legion and I'm so glad it's achieved Basically Canon status
March 4, 2026 at 8:43 AM
spaceling.art
Goossh I love seeing stuff with Kar'cozha 👏👏👏 And absolutely gorgeous page, that sun is beautiful and everyone's expressions!
March 27, 2025 at 12:34 AM
mclowes.bsky.social
(the entire reason Kar'cozha is full of roman square buildings is because that's the easiest building to draw that isn't the flat square and roof from when you're a kid)
August 21, 2025 at 10:15 PM
mclowes.bsky.social
Lustration 1-3
A naming ceremony, a meeting with a student, recollections of a violent night- Seeking the name of the dead.

#warcraft #homebrew #warcraftart #comic
Panel 1. A man descends a cliff towards two others on the shore of a sunlit beach. 2. A small, diminutive creature - the infant of their species, crawls along the sand, out from the sea. 3. A pair of cloven, clawed hands gently lift the creature from the sand. A glowing trail of light begins to emit from the creature's spine. 4. A hooded man with teal skin and tendrils for hair sings to the creature in his palms. He is chanting a sacred prayer, giving his name and granting the small creature its own. Upon receiving its name, the creature's eyes open wide as it is granted insight. It peacefully sits in the man's hands, looking out towards the sunrise. 5. The neonate is then handed towards an excited woman, overjoyed to meet her new charge. In the background is the man from the first panel, descending the staircase. 6. The woman takes the neonate into her hands and joyfully cradles it into her face. 1. A woman walks down the beach and is greeted by a young man with his arm in a sling. 2. The woman, far too preoccupied with something in her arms ignores the man. He looks back as she walks away. 3. The man jabs his thumb behind him, raising a brow in confused amusement. He asks "Was that Thalua just now?" bemused by her presence. In the box below, he is introduced as A'lessandi, Junior Chorister of Kar'cozha. 4. The man looks across the beach to who he is talking to. A hooded man, looking out to see. It takes him a moment to answer, as he's deep in thought. 5. A close up of the man's face is revealed as he turns to face the acolyte. An older gentleman with a glowing gold underbelly. In the box below, he is introduced as "I'lenea, Choir Master and Designator of Names" He speaks "Indeed, she decided to finally take on a--" 6 He is interrupted upon seeing A'lessandi's broken arm, points at it and shouts: "By Hastua! What happened to your arm?!" Panel 1: A'lessandi holds himself tighter. The tentacles on his back curl up around him in a defensive posture as he recalls the night before- still rather shaken up. He says "A Bright One. Right outside Yelanua's Villa" Panel 2: "Watcher Glauceus killed it." He finishes his statement. I'lenea looks up at him, his expression flat. He seems rather annoyed at the mention of this watcher. Panel 3: A long shot of the Kar'cozhan coastline with the two standing on the beach, looking out to sea. "I see. Oddly charitable of the brass one. Though with no flesh to have torn from him, I suppose he had little reason to fear." I'lenea says, arms folded behind his back. "And no heart to bleed for the dead." A'lessandi adds. Panel 4: I'lenea looks back to his student, brow raised with concern. He knows that A'lessandi meant by that. The bright one killed one of their own. "Who was it?" he asks. A'lessandi looks down, eyes shut. "I don't know." Panel 5: A'lessandi's voice wavers and he holds his free hand to his head. He's becoming distressed. "I couldn't recognise them. The beast, it-" I'lenea interrupts him to ease his student. "It's all right, A'lessandi." Panel 6: I'lenea holds a hand to his chest, pulling at a strand of golden energy like a thread as he begins to cast a spell. "We shall know soon enough. For just as we bind names to grant insight to new life, a name unbound signals its end."
June 4, 2025 at 4:06 PM