“I tell you, I heard Shulbo’s wizarding parasite give out it’s death screech last night. Five goats gave rancid milk this morning and the yak was found with a small tuberous growth in its ear. These are signs, the apostate wizard is dead. For five ivories I will give you this very authentic key to the dead wizard’s laundry rooms, whence you may easily ransack his apartments. Oh, I ask nothing in return.”
Tool Proficiency – Hammer and Chisel
Non-weapon Proficiency – Underground Free Stone Masonry
The Sword of Kings Speaks After You Grasp It
On the dull tidal beach the downed cathedral hunkers. Concrete, floatstone and jaspis sinking into the sand, but not yet. Not today.
- Metal-handed preacher stands on a midden and cries, “the end! the crystal ship! the fools!”
- Noodle seller with hooch on the side.
- Strawheads trading ivory and furs.
- Rusting metal gulls slowly winding down.
- Rat urchins attempt to rob you.
- Green monks, merchants, cog flower acolytes.
Darta’s sapsuckers groaned in fear and ran for the crater pen. One squirted half-fermented juices over her new shoes as it fled. Darta put down her euphoric and squinted up at the brick sky. There. The spiky one they called Man With Flagrant Eggplant. Bursts of stolen sunfire belched from cracks in its black skin. Again and again. Odd.
Then the brick sky lit up, neon blue, as sunfire erupted from the side of the Man.
What do we miss when we translate the deep truths of the underlying Foam of Frothy and Chaotic Creation into the feeble tongues of mortal hobbits?
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Brush over pencil sketch with digital color and design. Tools: 2B Faber-Castell pencil, Monami brush pen, Freehand starlet drawing book (200g/m2) from Sketchman, Font: Phage Rough, Colors: hard dissolver and digital watercolor (wamazing, thin-and-wide, spatter), and a dash of Photoshop.
The squid parsnip shuddered as the impact shattered the dawn. The dungeon had irrupted into the life of the —valley.
According to the Pnah-u-matigg of Miblos (Easter Edition) the sentient tree processors of the Savage Forests Turquoise West of City Fifteen Human 70% are infested by a tiny race of chameleon riders.
Beyond the Rainbow bridge the Eater of Sins (gréhožêr- m VDR) awaits the Warriors of Wadarun
Defeated, Pointyhelmet railed against the demimonde that misunderstood him so. Against the fool companions who had failed against Bigtroll Blaargh.
Go, go lord Flower Power!
Unremitting lord of vegetable messengers!
Bringer of pots and powers!