This painting blends ancient Norse-inspired runes with layered storm-coloured rings, echoing the guidance of the Vegvísir the wayfinder. In the StormborneLore world, it speaks of journeys through shadow and exile, always guided by unseen forces
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The Rising Moon
A quiet home under trees, lit by the glow of a rising moon. This piece blends memory, place, and the sense of stories waiting just beyond the window.
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This acrylic piece captures a slice of post-war life a prefab home in Tettenhall Wood, Wolverhampton surrounded by green lawns and a flowered path leading to a vivid red door.
Prefabs were once a symbol of resilience and renewal, homes built quickly after the war to give families shelter and hope.
Painted here under a wide sky, the scene is both nostalgic and grounding: a reminder that history lives not only in battles and legends, but also in the everyday places people called home.
© StormborneLore – Emma Hewitt 2025.
The circle of stones stood under a bruised sky. The thirteenth stone, already cracked from the battle at Emberhelm, seemed to strain against itself as though it knew what was coming. Thirteen seats. Only twelve filled.
Taranis Storm to his outlaws stood at the centre. His cloak was damp from rain, his wrist still bandaged from the Hill of Ashes. Around him, the brothers of the Ring shifted like wolves uneasy in their own skins.
Drax spoke first. “The Black Shields raid in your name. The people whisper of you, not of us. The balance is broken.”
“It was never balanced,” Taranis replied. His voice was low, bitter. “We bled for fields that gave us no bread. Rome takes salt from our earth while we quarrel. If I raid, it is to feed our people, not to wear a crown.”
Lore’s eyes flicked to the sky. “And yet the crown follows you, brother. The omens have turned. The storm no longer waits.”
Then Rayne stepped forward, the firelight showing the sly curve of his smile. “No storm lasts forever. Some of us have chosen survival.”
From the shadows came the tramp of iron boots. The air filled with the rhythm of Rome square shields, horsehair crests, iron blades that gleamed even in the grey. The circle of stones was surrounded.
Draven’s face went pale. His lips moved as if to speak, but no words came.
“You led them here,” Taranis said.
Rayne did not deny it. “Our people will live beneath Rome’s law. Better chains of iron than graves of ash.”
The thirteenth stone split with a sound like thunder. Dust trickled down its face. The Ring was broken.
Battle erupted. Drax drew steel, Lore called fire from the runes, Aisin shielded the cradle where Caelum slept. Nessa’s blade sang bright before she was dragged into the fray, her cry lost in the clash.
Taranis fought like the storm itself blade flashing, shield breaking, each stroke cutting down another soldier. But for every man he felled, three more closed in. Nets weighted with lead tangled his limbs. Chains of iron bit deep.
He roared once, a sound that shook the stones. Lightning split the sky as if the gods themselves mourned. Then the Romans dragged him down. His black shield shattered under their boots.
“Take him alive,” the centurion barked. “Rome has use for beasts like this.”
When the fighting ended, the circle lay in ruin. Smoke curled from broken fires. Brothers lay wounded or scattered. The thirteenth stone was nothing but rubble.
Taranis, Storm of Emberhelm, was shackled in chains and marched south along the salt road. Behind him, the old world fell silent. Ahead lay the lash, the arena, and the roar of foreign crowds.
He lifted his head once to the sky and whispered through bloodied lips:
“If I must fight, let it be as storm, not as slave.”
The storm rolled east with him, into Rome.
© StormborneLore Emma Hewitt, 2025. All rights reserved.
Medium: Acrylic on paper
Size: A4
Description:
A lone Roman soldier stands vigilant against a stormy sky, spear and shield at the ready. The piece captures both the strength and fragility of empire one figure set against the vast shifting forces of history.
Acrylic on card.
Stormborne Arts, 2025.
This piece captures the balance of land and sky the sheep grazing, the flowers in bloom, and the pond reflecting a heavy, storm-filled night. The sun glows against the deep blues, while clouds gather with the promise of rain.
Folk-inspired and rooted in the landscapes of Britain, this painting brings myth into the everyday field, where even a simple hillside can feel alive with story.
© StormborneLore Emma Hewitt, 2025. All rights reserved.
A hand-painted 30×30 cm canvas alive with colour, myth, and Celtic design.
The dragon rises against a backdrop of starlight and water, framed with knotwork corners that anchor the scene in ancient tradition. Its wings shimmer with leaf-veins, binding earth and sky, while the stars remind us of the stories written above.
Every brushstroke carries the spirit of folklore the dragon as guardian, dreamer, and storm-bringer, the knots as eternal bonds.
✨ Original, one-of-a-kind, signed piece.
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The tree stands eternal, roots bound deep in the earth, branches reaching into the sky a bridge between worlds, a keeper of memory.
Painted on a 30x30cm acrylic sheet, this one-of-a-kind artwork captures the spirit of Yggdrasil, the World Tree of Norse and Celtic lore.
Each colour shift in its leaves carries the changing seasons of life — birth, growth, loss, and renewal. Under moonlight, its form glows with a presence that is both ancient and ever-living.
This piece is not just art, but a reminder of the ties.
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