Archive for November 17th, 2012
*Brain is dead from trying to catch up with posts-I feel like my art will regress to stick-men at this rate!*
This is Marty, a post-apocalyptic map maker who travels with Gregory and makes a living selling his maps with Gregory’s gadgets.
Here’s Gregory, a mild tinkerer. Travels a lot.
Hurricanes happen when The Hurricane Squad brings the noise.
This is Jariah, a human sorcerer NPC in a campaign my buddies and I play in.
They found her on the Isle of Dread, leading a tribe of primitive natives against an oppressive kopru menace. Her methods were a bit unorthodox and the more she fought alongside them, the more unstable she appeared to be.
The party found out she used to be apart of another adventuring party that had journeyed to the Isle of Dread. They all perished, and as the sole survivor, Jariah had to figure how to survive on the island herself. Her time spent there, away from civilization, caused her mentality to deteriorate.
Joining the party after defeating the kopru, Jariah brings her wild magic arsenal to the group.
“I’m bubbling in happiness~”
The pod containing abstract creation material (we would probably refer to it as “genetic”) shot off into space, its planet of launch destroyed as per the Protocols of Ta’aru. Rather than a midwestern farm, however, the pod landed at the annual radical arts festival known as Burning Man. The material assembled itself into an infant and was found by a couple of Burners, who saw it as a magical occurrence they had manifested and adopted the infant as their own.
Champion of the Burning Lands, she was raised according to the Principles of Black Rock City. A fierce DIY warrior priestess, she is naked and unashamed, in control of her fiery spinning poi as her mother taught her, and wielding the Tesla blade made by her father. Radical self-sufficiency, radical self-expression, constant invention and radical inclusion are the watchwords of this nomadic adventurer.
She possesses the usual powers of a Champion of Ta’aru: flight, superhuman strength and durability, heightened senses, an inquisitive, activist nature, and the ability to focus her chi into energy that can be projected. Her ‘Special’ is the ability to heal physical, mental, and spiritual damage/trauma.
Fredrick lives in a large lake, and as such, doesn’t have a lot of friends with hands. He spends most of his time stealing fishing lures, knocking on the bottom of boats, and watching his favorite movie, The Little Mermaid.
Scooter is Wowster’s “favorite” cousin or at least Scooter likes to think .The truth is, with much of his family overseas and in far off places, Scooter is the only relative that lives nearby. EIther way, the two cousins enjoy each others’ company and Scooter is often called over for a cup of tea, a pint, a smoke, etc.
Scooter is a bit of an odd ball like his cousin, being obsessive and the proud owner of a ridiculous amount of bloomers. Though not a mad steam-punk like scientist like Wowster, Scooter does hand-sew his own bloomers and they come in many creative fabulous styles.
Besides his large bloomer collection, Scooter is also famous for his deep baritone voice. It is known to be very smooth and wraps around you like a blanket of stimulating verbal cashmere.
A young child’s face peers up at Jo — the child’s pale skin is made even whiter by huge rings of mascara encircling the
NAME: Blisterbelch SPECIES: Mountain Troll ORIGIN: Jotunheim
Considered small by Jotun standards, in the mountains of Jotunheim, Blisterbelch was a hermit and a scavenger, living off of the spoils of his greater brethren, mountain goats, or the occasional Midgardian foolish enough to climb the path into the land of the giants. After the Red King crisis, Blisterbelch fled the Techno-Sovereignty, taking refuge in Nexus City. There, he found himself to be a true giant, his tall stature, vast strength and fiery breath causing all in his path to tremble with fear. After several travelers found their way into his belly, Circle Securities apprehended Blisterbelch, banishing him to Dark 22, a secret Circle-Tech sponsored prison colony on a Terran compatible world cast in eternal night. There, Blisterbelch quickly rose to power, the other inmates treating him like a king. Those few who don’t end up in his stomach, their bones littering the floor around his “Throne of Skulls.”
Model designed in Sculptris and TinkerCAD (3d print pending….)
With a gift for sleight of hand and an ability to act that would put the brightest stars of the day to shame, there are few people that Lady Leona can’t fool. She is, as the story goes, a reincarnated ancient Egyptian queen who can talk to the dead and tell the futures of the living, for a fee naturally. She claims to be the possessor of the feather of Maat, which a person’s heart will be weighted against in the afterlife. She can weigh you heart for you and if it is not lighter than that feather (and most people’s are not) she can sell you some remedy to rectify that situation.
Arissa was the most promising graduate of the College of Summoners. Calling hybrid creatures from the Beyond was as easy to her as whistling and dancing. They wanted her to join the Royal Military Elite to summon horned monstrosities and armored behemoths for battle. Instead she likes to call playful kitten-ducks and lumbering elephant-moose to populate her farm. Her favorites are the helpful sheep-monkeys that help her with the gardening and chores.
Red Self-Existing Skywalker says,” I define in order to explore, measuring wakefulness. I seal the output of Space with the self-exsiting tone of Form. I am guided by the power of universal water.”
Testing out a new Manga Studio Pro EX brush…