Matheus Graef

@omiosures.bsky.social

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🇧🇷 Illustrator & Concept Artist @ Wizards of the Coast, MCDM Productions, Ghostfire Gaming, CaptureAge, Conceptopolis Contact: mentergraef@gmail.com PLAY OMIOS URES: https://matheusgraef.itch.io/omios-ures http://www.matheusgraef.com/

Gravação do meu setup na DOFF, com diversos livros e itens relacionados a Omios Ures dispostos na mesa.
Pic of Vivec from Morrowind
scrolling through the Rites of Magic chapter.
Screencapture video of the Monster Maker for Omios Ures
Photo of an open sketch book with a sketch of a dungeon, and a monitor running The Sims 4 behind. a crude imagining with blank walls of said dungeon in the game
A square-faced, raisin eyed imp sitting distrungled.
Illustration of a lich encased in ice, billowing wizard robes frozen in time. He stands upright, as if floating permanently within his icy sarcophagus. Beneath him, a frozen lake stretches towards the viewer. From within the depths we see skulls floating beneath the thick layer of ice, trapped forever. The image is painted in deep blues and grayish cyans, attributing a cold atmosphere.
Footage of castlevania: symphony of the night accompanied by the intro to Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA
Buncha MTG cards with my golden signature
A sorceress astounded by her freshly sculpted homunculus. A single shaft of light illuminates her creation. Bounce lighting reflects upon the sorceress. The homunculus has a flaccid butt. The maker's hands are covered in fresh clay. They are the only body parts of the sorceress that are directly lit. Faint, residual purple smoke wisps from her fingertips: the homunculus stands in an awkward pose, that of a creature freshly adjusting to its body. The homunculus has thin limbs and a hefty torso, though it is faced against the viewer. The sorceress's workshop is littered in sculpting tools, brushes, an open tome of transmutation, ceramic bowls and a pitcher of dirty clay water in which lie a few of these tools. Clay shavings are scattered about the floor. A red, runic circle surrounds the humonculus. In the dark background it is possible to catch a few failed prototypes on a shelf.
Painting of a white owlin (chonky owl person) wearing a Lorehold outfit (red leather with golden motifs resembling topographical markings, which in turn makes it look like organic-looking linework, white cloth, her outfit dotted with pockets etc), flying over a ruined town, carrying an open scroll and archiving upon it magic data from the surroundings, in the form of glowing symbols. The Owlin looks happy. Warm magic glow shines from within the scroll.
painting of a wicked cool dark crystal ball with rainbow-like reflections within, standing on an art nouveau stand text reads: THE EMPYREAN This Aspect favors all those who dabble in the mystery of Ritual and the Arcane. Whether the spellcaster chooses to service good or evil, they must never forget that Magic is ever an exchange between the conjurer and the beyond, always favoring the latter. In order to cast spells, a character must pick at least one School of Choice or Elementalist Feat.
A dwarven woman in Lorehold outfit (red leather with golden motifs resembling topographical markings, which in turn makes it look like organic-looking linework, white cloth, her outfit dotted with pockets, books, etc) uses magic to catalogue ancient, colossal statues amidst a dark, cavernous archeological site.
A scroll with a green-blue geometric, glowing sigil hovers over a dark marble table. Levitating geometric forms & artificer tools in brass surround the scroll. The background is a large, crystalline window with an organic-shaped metallic frame and emerald-like glass.
Sketchy painting depicting lineages (peoples) of Omios Ures. Top to bottom: Carverine, man, an orcish, 2 meter tall ape-like humanoid with tusks Human, woman, wearing armor, brandishing a half-moon shaped axe, a roundish black conical helmet with a golden pointed tip and a yellow cape Bhek'Gaa, a bipedal lizard, draped in black and white sorceress fabrics. Dweorg, a bronze-hued little woman made of metal, wearing armor that matches her skin. Gnomos, very tiny elderly man with a beard as long as himself, a cane and a multi-spectacled artificer's glass.
A 2-page spread of the Omios Ures RPG book. The pages have a slight old paper texture to them. On the left, we see a half-finished painting of a Bhek'Gaa: a lizard folk, standing on its two legs and wielding a long spear with an uneven shaft and an alien, wavy looking blade; a mixture of a hook and an axehead. Half of the lizard's body is still in pencils while the other half is rendered out. Above the lizard, in bold type, we see the word BHEK'GAA in an art nouveau-esque typeface, in deep greens. Light nouveau filigree frames the page. On the right page, on the lower right corner, we see a sketch of a Bhek'gaa hatchling popping out of an egg. This sketch is from the POV of a parent; we see the parent's two reptilian hands reaching out to the hatchling in a warm gesture of welcome.
Picture of Omios Ures booklets. THE THING IN A LEAD BOX, a sleek evil looking adventure module magazine and LODESTAR TO KARAMOUSKA, a circus-like evocative guide to a fantasy city
painting of an OMIOS URES goblin: 50 cm tall elderly man, bald, wrinkled, skinny, deranged, flaccid skinned, rotten teeth, eyes wide open and about to pop. mouth agape in a bloody scream. covered in a handful of pustules. in his underwear. holding a dagger and and a handaxe.
Drawing of a kobold: sleek, moist, black salamander-like skin, green squinting eyes of an absolute little shit - cat-like features. Holding a farming implement/sickle.
Two Carverine (orc-like humanoids), a male and a female, ride alongside eachother, on top of war hippos. They hold each other's arms. With the other hand, the female orc displays a freshly decapitated head - the enemy king. While the male lifts his axe up in prideful show. Both orcs have red hair and pinkish-gray skin, similar to the hippos they ride upon. The carverine have long, elephant like tusks, and wear minimal bronze armor.
a sketch showing an elderly gnome carrying a watermelon on his back. the watermelon is as big as him. text above reads: Gnomes are physically unable to carry objects that occupy 4 or more Inventory Slots.
A page showing a carverine (muscular humanoid with an ape-like face and elephant-like tusks) charging at an unseen opponent. He's screaming, wielding an iron mace and using a giant trilobite as a shield Text reads: COMBAT FAST AND LETHAL YOUR LAST RESORT Combat in Omios Ures is dangerous and deadly. Most characters have as much HP as two good swings from a sword. It is wise to always treat combat as the last resort in any given situation. In most places, drawing a weapon is a serious public alarmance. Blades mean business. So, when people fight, they tend to do it bare handed. But when more serious scraps take place and weapons do get drawn – for motives good or bad – most creatures will prefer to live another day than fight to the death. Common enemies should, more often than not, attempt to flee or plead for mercy once they realize they’re going to die.
Screenshot from a page of the Omios Ures book. There's a linework illustration of a guy wearing chitin armor using a grappling hook, the hook hangs from one of the letters on the page. Text reads: THE FACTOTUM Silver-Tongued Charisma 2 You gain Advantage on Charisma checks that rely on deception. Contraptionist Artifice 1, Dexterity 2 You may use gadgets (such as smokescreens and grappling hooks) by spending 1 Vigor instead of an Action. You can only do this once per turn.
A video showing page spreads of a TTRPG book
A sorceress and her homunculus fully invested into drawing a ritual circle. The sorceress scrawls a long circle, surrounding lines and runes she previously painted, while the homunculus has drawn a smiley face on his belly.
sketch of a hand petting a capybara's head text reads: Animal Bond Animal Husbandry 1 Through an Animal Husbandry roll, you attempt to befriend or tame up to one Small or Medium Beast. On a success, the creature becomes friendly to you and your party. By providing it with proper care, food and shelter, the creature becomes your permanent companion. You may give your companion basic commands, such as hold, patrol, attack or scout. Your companion has its own turn in combat. Special: If taken during Character Creation, you may choose to begin with a companion.
A bottomless chasm, miles wide, takes up more than two thirds of the image. The distant horizon harbors a silent city. The sky a dark blue, it is moments before dawn. We stand on the precipice, observing a single lit candle, burning a green flame. A humble prayer to the Buried God. Text reads: "In the barren unearthed tongues, older than all, two words often appear: that of “the world” and that of the “buried god”. All too often, however, they seem to refer to the same thing. Omios Ures"
A bottomless chasm, miles wide, takes up more than two thirds of the image. The distant horizon harbors a silent city. The sky a dark blue, it is moments before dawn. We stand on the precipice, observing a single lit candle, burning a green flame. A humble prayer to the Buried God.
A dark room, lit by a single shaft of light from above. A man laying flat on a stone floor, next to him is a sorceress on her knees, dagger up in the air, an instant before she plummets the blade into his chest. The man stares at the viewer with a content expression. Next to the man's hand is a tipped over goblet.
picture of indian armor, some type of brigandine? leather/cloth jacket reinforced with small steel plates riveted to the inside, creating decorative nail heads on the outside
concept art showing a cowpybara: a cow sized, extra furry capybara. the image shows two cowpybaras: one dressed & one undressed. the dressed cowpybara stands next to a man, likely its tutor or conductor. the man is outright delighted to be standing next to the cowpybara.
A sorceress astounded by her freshly sculpted homunculus. A single shaft of light illuminates her creation. Bounce lighting reflects upon the sorceress. The homunculus has a flaccid butt. The maker's hands are covered in fresh clay. They are the only body parts of the sorceress that are directly lit. Faint, residual purple smoke wisps from her fingertips: the homunculus stands in an awkward pose, that of a creature freshly adjusting to its body. The homunculus has thin limbs and a hefty torso, though it is faced against the viewer. The sorceress's workshop is littered in sculpting tools, brushes, an open tome of transmutation, ceramic bowls and a pitcher of dirty clay water in which lie a few of these tools. Clay shavings are scattered about the floor. A red, runic circle surrounds the humonculus. In the dark background it is possible to catch a few failed prototypes on a shelf. A sorceress astounded by her freshly sculpted homunculus. A single shaft of light illuminates her creation. Bounce lighting reflects upon the sorceress. The homunculus has a flaccid butt. The maker's hands are covered in fresh clay. They are the only body parts of the sorceress that are directly lit. Faint, residual purple smoke wisps from her fingertips: the homunculus stands in an awkward pose, that of a creature freshly adjusting to its body. The homunculus has thin limbs and a hefty torso, though it is faced against the viewer. The sorceress's workshop is littered in sculpting tools, brushes, an open tome of transmutation, ceramic bowls and a pitcher of dirty clay water in which lie a few of these tools. Clay shavings are scattered about the floor. A red, runic circle surrounds the humonculus. In the dark background it is possible to catch a few failed prototypes on a shelf.
A black robed wizard, embroided with stars, stands on top of a stone peak. Behind him, the vastness of the world. The early morning creeps amidst the ravines, painting the world in coy lilacs and deep purples. A city of horned spires jolts from the stony wastes, illuminated in bright cosmopolitan oranges. An alien zeppelin flares out its floodlights at the rooftops and beyond. The wizard stares at the viewer, though we do not see within his cloak and hood. Blackness. From the void creeps out two marble-white hands, old as time, covered in rings, gesturing in unknown signs. OMIOS URES
2 page spread of a TTRPG book. features a sorceress dressed in black robes, golden jewelry, drips a drop of poison from a flask, onto her cauldron. her cauldron glows green, illuminating her from beneath. Her cauldron and jewelry are dirty-golden, like old brass, with sleek, stylized & organic forms and curves.
a screenshot of a zbrush model: an eldritch abomination, biomechanical space squid
screenshot of a work in progress, low poly, dimly lit sci fi mess hall
photo of me. cooking in an unlit kitchen during sunset. sun pours in directly onto me and bounce lighting illuminates the rest of the kitchen. white man, smiling, squinting due to the sun.
Freelander Gambeson (a padded armor with a winter-styled hat, vaguely cone-like with fur lining) Xumaican Brigandine: fully horizontal, imponent pauldrons that taper down to a curve. boiled leather sleeveless overcoat lined with various interlinked metal plates. features a cylindrical helmet (covers the forehead completely) with leather drapings lined with interlinked metal plates. helmet has a point. Trinitari Lamellar: heavy armor made of interlinked plates forming various rows: these rows overlap in a vaguely insect-like look. features an insectoid helmet, a large circular torso plate and a coif with two holes for the eyes
a two page spread of OMIOS URES - my tabletop RPG. on the left, a drawing of a gnome in a wizardly outfit, holding a lit candle - the gnome is half colored, half sketched. The gnome has blue nails, pointy shoes and an art nouveau walking stick. above him is in the text "GNOMOS" in an orange, art nouveau font. to the right bottom corner is the gnome from the OP here. the text on the page reads: Athousand years ago, a flying citadel soared over the continents, peering curiously at the ancient realms below. The city was a perfect utopia, home of no evil nor ill; the motherland of all gnomes. Great knowledge was bestowed upon what cultures dotted the land, but it did not take long until the surfacers found better use for their magical gifts. Appalled by all the violence and death following their patronage, the Citadel signaled all of those still aground to return at once. But not all gnomes heeded the call – and ever since its departure, the Motherland’s whereabouts remain a mystery. Old Spirit Gnomes are tiny humanoids, always elderly in appearance because all living gnomes are well over a hundred years old. Men usually sport facial hair; mustaches or full beards; oftentimes kept as long as their own bodies. A Ward for Delirium While their utopic homeland was exempt of malady, years of exposure to the earthen realms saw countless Gnomes slowly and inevitably succumbing to a disease once thought extinct – Goblinism – mutating into pustulent, rabid and ungovernable versions of themselves. In order to prevent the “turn”, Gnomes have since developed runic headwear; warding talismans that keep the disease at bay indefinitely, as long as the hat is worn by its owner. (...) All must contain a lengthy sequence of runes within their liner, often resulting in a hat as tall as its wearer.
two page spread from omios ures, featuring tables of weapon types & stats and a bunch of weapons sketched out in black and white.
an androgynous half-cyclops pouring a lizard patron some thick syrup-y liquor. the lizard wears a cool, organic-shaped outfit, like a mixture of bronze age and retro sci fi. the lizard stands bipedal, awaits eagerly for its drink
A giant cyclops. Slender, female. Her armor is golden bronze, made of large plates with shield-sized domes protusions, which help veer off attacks. She wears a golden diadem, golden earrings, and her single eye is bright blue. Her armor shines from the warm light that trickles into the large chamber, pouring in from an off-scene oculus. Her face partially in the dark, tall that she is, only illuminated partially by the bounce lighting of her armor. Her right arm adjusts her belt, while her left arm is lifted, underneath it; we see a shirtless servant on top of a tall staircase, tying the laces of her bracer. The staircase is built of beige stone. The bracer is almost the size of this person. By the cyclops' feet, we see two other servants donning her greaves. One of them holds the giant slab of bronze in place, while the other, behind the cyclops' calf, ties up the laces. The floor is a white marble tile, giving the entire scene a slight reflection. Did you know a single greave of this Cyclops weighs around 150 kilos? Behind the Princes Warrior, we see a 2 story tall greataxe. It is brightly illuminated by the single shaft of light that brightens the entire room. In fact, the entire scene is illuminated either by the natural light, or the bounce lighting of the cyclops' armor, giving the entire painting a warm look. The chamber is large and tall, made of stone, to accomodate the Princess Warrior. A small brazier burns incense, permeating the room with a pleasant odor of cloves. Behind the Cyclops and her servants, three noble folk overlook her befitting from a balcony. The balcony sits at the height of the Cyclops' head. One woman smokes, the man in the middle lifts a goblet with a grin, and the leftmost woman looks simply bored. There's a glass pitcher hewn with gold half-filled with wine next to them. In the background, if we pay attention, a strange robed man, perhaps a sorcerer, watches the scene with an eerie expression; mouth and eyes wide open, scowling.
A video showing the process of making the painting from sketch to final.
A close-up of the sorceress.
A sorceress astounded by her freshly sculpted homunculus. A single shaft of light illuminates her creation. Bounce lighting reflects upon the sorceress. The homunculus has a flaccid butt. The maker's hands are covered in fresh clay. They are the only body parts of the sorceress that are directly lit. Faint, residual purple smoke wisps from her fingertips: the homunculus stands in an awkward pose, that of a creature freshly adjusting to its body. The homunculus has thin limbs and a hefty torso, though it is faced against the viewer. The sorceress's workshop is littered in sculpting tools, brushes, an open tome of transmutation, ceramic bowls and a pitcher of dirty clay water in which lie a few of these tools. Clay shavings are scattered about the floor. A red, runic circle surrounds the humonculus. In the dark background it is possible to catch a few failed prototypes on a shelf.
work in progress painting of a sorceress astounded at her freshly sculpted homunculus
a CHUNKY ogre with tiny protuding horns, arms longer than legs, pitch black eyes. brandishing a strange wooden club: the club has a mouth and three paranoid eyes.
sketch of an ogre
A moody, misty jungle. Deep blues of the early morning. Coy sounds of the waking life; of all the small creatures wish to remain yet unseen. The first light seeps through the canopies. Weakened by the leafy labyrinth, it reveals a moss covered, ivy-ridden tree. Perched upon one of its thick, root-ridden branches is a great harpy. Black wings. Black like shadows that absorbed sunlight. Hair of slooping, downward pointing feathers. Rotten, yellow teeth. Thin lips, slight remnants of blood, hinting at a recent meal. Leathery skin, like poultry. Black, round eyes, that of a bird of prey. No eyebrows. It stares at you, as if it noticed your presence.
A screenshot of the Omios Ures Monster Maker, a digital app where you can create a NPC card for Omios Ures.
A screenshot of the Omios Ures Monster Maker, a digital app where you can create NPC cards for Omios Ures.
me cosplaying as leon kennedy: a white dude with dark blonde hair (mine looks more brown-ish in this pic), wearing a brown leather jacket with white fur lining, fingerless leather gloves, cargo pants, holster on leg and army boots - in an overcast, gloomy jungle
pencil sketch of a woman lying on grass reading a book by the edge of a lake
screenshot of a low poly, pixelated sci fi cosmonaut in a low poly weird alien planet
screenshot of a low poly, pixelated sci fi cosmonaut in a low poly weird alien planet
A roll with various round stickers. Gold on black. The sticker has the image of an arcane-looking eye, reflective and golden.