Suramar: a city shrouded in crepuscular secrets, home of a decadent, decaying lifestyle reliant on the dark pulsing energy of the Nightwell. But it's not all so bad, right? After all, the eternal evening is heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and wine...
I wasn't sure if I'd post, as I'm not 100% confident in finishing on time, but I loved the design of Suramar too much not to do a themed piece! A lot of the media I've seen about the city reminds me a lot of Venice, so I figured I'd do a Carnivale pavilion-- what would the citizens of Suramar celebrate? The phases of the moon that hangs just on the horizon? So here's the Moon Carnivale pavilion, home of the King of Carnivale and his subjects, loony on the lunar influences. Pick a mask and relish the night, o citizens of darkness.