This is not a throne — it is the echo of a crumbling empire, carved from stone that absorbed the screams of rebellions and the whispers of daggers in the dark. For projects where every crack whispers: “A throne is a trap, and power is a mirage”.
Key Features:
Chronicler Stone: Light gray, coarse, as if weathered by the winds of conspiracy. Its surface — a map of fallen dynasties, bearing traces of those who tried to rule — and vanished.
Blade-like Backrest: Gothic spikes soaring upward, like a crown forgotten in the dust of battles. Adorned with a phantom tapestry of a crowned lion, its silhouette slashed by scratches — a treaty torn by betrayal.
Legacy Seat: Low, wide, draped in tattered fabric the color of winter sky. Its cold silk — a banner torn down during the citadel’s fall.
Warning Tusks: Two horns the hue of ancient bone, curved like the fangs of a starving beast. They don’t adorn — they guard, as if saying: “Sit — and become a target”.
Silent Skulls: Ochre-toned, with hollow sockets on the armrests. Their gaze pierces through time — or through you, should you dare to claim the throne.
Ghostly Flames: Pale blue lights at the base, cold as a corpse’s breath. They don’t burn — they watch.
Where to Declare the End of an Era?
Games: A throne in the ruins of a phantom castle, a tyrant’s lair, or the heart of a labyrinth ruled by shadows (RPG, dark fantasy, horror).
Animation: Centerpiece of a coup scene, a usurper’s throne hall, or an altar for ghosts of the past.
Interiors: Decor for forbidden knowledge libraries, taverns of “exiled kings,” or corridors where conspiracies murmur.
NFT Art: Animate flickering flames or shifting shadows in the skulls’ sockets — let the throne symbolize power that melts like smoke.
Why This Throne?
PBR Textures: Realistic stone cracks, translucent weathered fabric, glow of “dead flame” (Albedo, Normal, Emission).
Render-Ready: Includes HDRI.
All Formats in One Conspiracy: OBJ, BLEND, FBX, GLB + 2048x2048 textures. Import into Unreal, Unity — the throne won’t forgive delay!
Details That Clench the Heart:Zoom in — and see: Claw marks on the tapestry — as if the lion struggled to break free from the fabric. Webs of cracks on the stone — like a map of conspiracies that couldn’t be hidden. Reflections of the fallen in the blue flames — silhouettes of those who once sat here.
The throne awaits its victim. Claim it first — or your name will become another mark on its stone.