



Because we've received hundreds of talented entries, instead of our originally planned Top 10, we've extended it to a Top 15. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted your work. It is such a pleasure getting to enjoy it all. We'll be contacting the winners from this post over the next few days to arrange your prizes.



Top Three Winners The top three submissions will receive the opportunity to design a Rogue Exile that will be immortalised in Path of Exile. You'll get to choose the look and direct the name of the exile. (Note that GGG reserves the right to ask you to change your design if it is inappropriate for the game.)

Chaos Orb T-shirt

Signed Path of Exile Comic

Your choice of Armour Set

Chaos Orb Key Chain

A Tribute to Shaper by BangBosch



Graphic Art of Unique Maps by Kardalak_IX

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Piety's Miscreation Maker by QueenNie https://nienie.itch.io/pietysmiscreationmaker Spoiler



Top Fifteen Winners

Chaos Orb Tshirts

Your choice of Armour Set

Wooden Path of Exile Logo by Emenski





Cloak of Defiance Garment by andaerial2





Dialla Fan Art by GetsugaDante





The Fall of Oriath Orchestral Cover by TherionPrime





Shakari Sculpture by Saragnon





Untouched Wraeclast by Chicken_Nugget





Piano Medley by Vulician





The Atlas-Traveler's-Notebook by Milani





First Quest by killerswiss





The Fall of Oriath Guitar theme by caladriel





Knitted toys by newrachan





An Exile's Tale by chrtho

All over Wraeclast, you can hear the tales of Kaom, Piety and Malachai, but you’ll never hear anything about the fate of the exiles. Their victories aren’t sung, their deaths aren’t mourned, they weren’t sent here to be remembered. But this story is different, I don’t want to forget it. This is why I’m leaving this for anyone to read at the board of Lioneye’s watch, for this tale belongs to this town. Spoiler The night had fallen over Lioneye’s watch and the few exiles who had made it back before the dark were scattered along the walls, hiding themselves from the wind and the rain. Exiles don’t sleep in cosy inns, the cold and wet stones of the sanctuaries are their only beds. Some gather in small groups but most stay alone, haunted by the horror of their memories. A few hours had passed since the light was gone and the place was silent, only the wind could be heard. Even the traders were falling asleep… As for me, I haven’t had a normal night’s rest since I was sent to this cursed place. Everyday, I manage to rest a few hours, dreaming with my eyes open. My instincts don’t let me drift too far and I suspect that they won’t until I have completed my journey. A terrifying scream boomed through the place. It was coming from the beach and it was so loud that the ground trembled beneath us. At first, we all looked at each other in search for an answer: what kind of creature could make such a sound? A small group of warriors ran to the beach but everyone else seemed undecided about whether they should go or stay behind the protection of the town’s heavy walls. And me… I wanted to gather my gear, but I was just as panicked as the others. I had been fighting monsters and things that walked even though they shouldn’t but never had I heard such a scream. At that moment, amidst the chaos, came to me the certitude that if I didn’t go to help the warriors, the fate of this entire town would be sealed. As another scream covered the sound of the storm, I broke out my stupor and started to motion toward the beach. That’s when I felt her hand on my shoulder. As I turned, Navali peered into my eyes and told me a prophecy, “Tonight you will make a friend. Tonight you will betray a friend”. Puzzled, the only thing that came to me was “never, I don’t betray friends” but, before I could speak, she was back at her place, staring into emptiness, as if nothing happened. Another scream and I began to run… The beach was covered with corpses, the warriors had passed before me and had cleared a path. I could see fire and movement ahead. Then, I tripped over a piece of armor covered in blood and pieces of flesh. I recognized the gear of one of the warriors. I looked around me and there they were, dismembered and scattered over the sand. What kind of monstrosity could have done that? As I got closer, I saw it, towering over a horde of revenants. It was at least 5 times their height, a creature from the sea unlike any I had ever encountered. It had giant legs and tentacles were coming from under its shell. Its body was as large as half Lioneye’s Watch and two yellow eyes were staring angrily at the crowd surrounding it. It was cornered between two sides of a cliff and, at its feet, were laying the corpses of its children. Other smaller creatures were caged and kept captive by a few dark shamans. These evil summoners had been using reanimated corpses to capture the monster’s progeny. That’s probably how they forced it out of the sea. Now, they were trying to tame it. Against such a beast, Lioneye’s watch wouldn’t stand a chance. I wouldn’t last very long either… Maybe, if I could get rid of the summoners and release the babies, the giant monster would go back where it came from. It was worth taking the chance, not that I had many choices anyway… I fired an arrow, then another and entered full motion, killing the five shamans one after another, the revenants were too busy trying to contain the raging creature, they didn’t pay attention to me. I quickly opened the cages but the toddlers were already dead. Without the shamans to resurrect them, the revenants didn’t last long. The monster got free and walked in my direction, the ground was trembling under its weight. Only a few feet away from crushing me, it stopped and looked down at the cages, then it stared at me. The rage in its eyes made way for gratitude, probably because I had ended its torment. Then the sadness came back, it lifted up its giant head and moved toward the sea. I had made a friend. But then, I saw it. The shell that was covering its entire body had a weak spot in the back. That’s probably why it had been standing against the cliff, to remain protected. What was I to do? Let it go and take the risk that other evil creatures would come and would try to use it against us? One more time, I fired an arrow, then another. Soon, arrows were storming in the direction of the crack in the shell. Little by little, the armor broke and my projectiles penetrated its flesh. As I was running around keep facing its its back, guts and blood were raining on me. It let another scream out, but this one wasn’t anger, only sadness. It knew that it had been betrayed and that it was going to die. A few moments later, I was alone on the beach, covered in gore, walking back to the town. Not happy, nor triumphant. I had just killed a friend. I was expecting Navili to look at me, her prophecy had been fullfilled, but she didn’t even see me as I entered Lioneye’s watch. She was already busy looking at the fate of hundreds of other exiles. Bestel offered me a reward for my deeds, but I never collected it and I never will. The only reward I deserve for such a victory is this tale, the memory of the day when I betrayed an ally. Such is my fate, such is the fate of the exiles.



Runner Ups 250 Points

Shadowbox by PiikaLatvija





Witch Cosplay by Farandine





Sin and Innocence Fan Art by LooterDG





Mjölner by XaoZlo





Shadowbox by xfrey





Ancestral Bond Fan Art by rashkoradu





Lioneye's Watch Theme by acustring





Six Variations Theme from Acton's Nightmare by joshagarrado





The Beast Within by leen123





Conversations atop a Cathedral by Wvelkala

Two figures sit at the edge of a roof, looking out towards the nearby docks, surrounded by damage and destruction, each staring silently out to sea with their weapons and armour discarded in two small piles nearby. They pass a bottle between them, each taking a swig and handing it back to the other in a quiet ritual that sits incongruously with their surroundings. The first a woman, slender and strong, with a wisp of short white hair and the other a young man with an unsuitably flamboyant shirt and a mop of flowing black locks. Spoiler After taking another swig of the bottle they share, the woman sighs and, without looking over at her counterpart, asks with a sense of resignation; “What next?” “How do you mean?” he turns to look at her inquisitively, “Well, we saved the world but they’ll only break it again; I just wonder ‘what next?’. How will they break the world next?” she passes the bottle back to him, glancing only briefly over before gazing back out at the water. “Maybe they won’t this time.” He suggests hopefully more than anything, “Ha!” she scoffs, “maybe they’ll learn not to mess with things they don’t understand…” she looks at him ruefully, “but I doubt it. After all, how many times have we been here before?” He shrugs noncommittally, so she continues. “First they want us to kill Dominus, then suddenly we need to kill Malachai too, then it turns out we needed ‘The Beast’ to stop Kitava from being summoned from some Oriathan idiot trying to bring the world to its knees! Along the way, what else is there? Some old guy tells us to kill some bandits and when we turn our backs his good-for-nothing pal goes off and becomes something even worse! Did any of them think what happens in the void left by all these people they make us execute? Of course not! That’s why they end up shacking up with giant crab kings and spider goddesses.” She sighs, more violently this time, “I despair of them all, I really do.” “I suppose they think they are doing what’s best for their people?” he doesn’t sound convinced of this himself. “More to the point,” she continues almost having not heard him, “why do we have to do it all for them? Is it just so they have someone else to blame when it inevitably goes wrong?” “Perhaps.” “I’m convinced it’s all those two old blokes’ master plan somehow; Eramir & Tasuni!” “I doubt it, they’re just bumbling fools.” “Well, they have a portion of the blame they need to accept, the way I see it. If they weren’t meddling, maybe Greust and Kira wouldn’t have ended up flirting with the gods and getting killed for it. That being said, those two were always a bit off, y’know? Very holier-than-thou. Up their own you-know-what.” He stifles a laugh, knowing he probably shouldn’t be laughing at the dead. “You know what I reckon will be next?” She asks, almost rhetorically “Go on, then. Let’s hear it.” He’s not sure whether he’s humouring her now, he knows they all need to let of steam sometimes. This really is a terrible world to try and survive in. “The Masters. They’re gonna go wrong. I bet you!” “Wrong, how? They’re alright for the most part, aren’t they?” “Sure, now they are. Think about it though; Vagan and Haku still worship Daresso and Kaom; Elreon is constantly preaching about his ‘God’ and all I can think is: ‘have you not noticed, all the gods are damned awful?’ Think how many others have been corrupted by gods above, below and beyond! How can he still think he and his god are any different?” “I guess that is a bit ill-advised, all things considered.” He muses, “You bet! Catarina? I mean, she’s undead with a creepy totem of dead bodies that’s always ‘hungry’. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.” “True.” He finds himself being more convinced by her wild theories as she goes on, ‘maybe we should lay off the rotgut’ he thinks to himself and puts the bottle down, out of reach. “Think about it, how much more corruption can come spewing up from under the earth? What’s left that can turn against us? Them! It’ll happen one day and we’ll have to beat them and their awful gods back into sanity – as much as can be done here. They’ll turn into all the monsters of men they hate so much.” “Like, corrupted Masters, you could say.” They’re both staring back out to sea again, suddenly sobered by the idea of it all. “Yeah.” she echoes pensively, “Corrupted Masters.”



Zana, Master Cartographer by thiagolehmann





Tabula Cupcakes by IcyRespawn





Fan Art by Desiree14





Fan Art by Markofthanatos





Catarina Fan Art by Bluesnake61





Women of Wraeclast by wika26104

Spoiler Zana Fan Art by Ayrah





Fan Art by wacalac

Spoiler Path of Exile Monopoly Board by limonenovecento





Shaper Knitted Figure by DivDis





Dom Runz by nikovu

https://nikovu.itch.io/dom-runz



Kaom and Hyrri by Warlock279





Voxel Art by Wszou





Kitava Pixel Art by aktimelli





The Twilight Strand - Burning Arrow by Tjcombo

Last week we concluded the 2018 Path of Exile Talent Competition where players were encouraged to submit their talent using any type of media. It's no surprise that the community has hit this one out of the park, yet again! We're excited to finally announce the winners!Because we've received hundreds of talented entries, instead of our originally planned Top 10, we've extended it to a Top 15. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted your work. It is such a pleasure getting to enjoy it all. We'll be contacting the winners from this post over the next few days to arrange your prizes.All over Wraeclast, you can hear the tales of Kaom, Piety and Malachai, but you’ll never hear anything about the fate of the exiles. Their victories aren’t sung, their deaths aren’t mourned, they weren’t sent here to be remembered. But this story is different, I don’t want to forget it. This is why I’m leaving this for anyone to read at the board of Lioneye’s watch, for this tale belongs to this town.Two figures sit at the edge of a roof, looking out towards the nearby docks, surrounded by damage and destruction, each staring silently out to sea with their weapons and armour discarded in two small piles nearby. They pass a bottle between them, each taking a swig and handing it back to the other in a quiet ritual that sits incongruously with their surroundings. The first a woman, slender and strong, with a wisp of short white hair and the other a young man with an unsuitably flamboyant shirt and a mop of flowing black locks.