Felt like trying a pseudo reff

long

The harefolk armorers are at it again with a new prototype

"Oh. Someone make me afraid of what I've become"

Ok.

Priest of the Ordo Proselyte. Note to self, index card suboptimal for doodling

Trustworthy gent

He is but skin and bones

Doodling just to keep my brain going. This is what I came up with, a Nazarro Tracker. Uses a rifle very similar to the German Tank Gewehr from WW1 as their weapon of choice.

The true bargin.

The intrusive art thoughts possessed me to draw this. Character belongs to @EarthEssentia hopefully they dont mind 🙃

The Xitter creatures are very entertaining

Bonus doodle of the Thorn before the Schism and the Last Mission

Spotted a unit of Sicarian Infiltrators in my quarters. Apparently I’ve been a training dummy for them to test their stealth skills for the past week. I honestly can’t even be mad, they frakkin got me.

Though the outlanders may resemble humanity whilst clothed, once stripped of their garments the differences are plain. Their hide is nigh chitinous and they possess small claws below their "ribs". Perhaps vestigial in nature or serving cultural import. They are not like us. Of us

Character sheet for my oc Isadore Snow. He will be one of the main characters in my upcoming webtoon. Anthro owl males will bring their wings around themselves to form a cape. This is called formal wing rest. Honestly I designed this look because I just liked it. It looks regal.

Interlude The last two weeks I’ve been deep diving into Battletech and plastics, and it’s stressing me out. I need a break So here’s a simple sketch, just myself and the things I needed the most, a moment under the Eternal Blue Sky.

While the cropping of ears is a common practice for Kobolds in Frontline roles, the IronScales will oft crop their horns as well. Their armor is as a second skin to them, and is unique to the wearer. The cropped horns are typically forged onto their helm.

“Blood for blood.” Karl Bors 6:20 The divine book of Damos, Karl Bors, speaks of revenge as a necessity rather than a luxury. Carnage is as much a part of Damosen as the blood in their veins. To deny Damos carnage in the name of vengeance is heresy.

In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths. Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents. I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself. This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated. I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?" "Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way." "But the store loses." "Yep. On purpose." On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands. In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one. A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir." It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow. I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious. Some prices are not prices. They are promises. I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back. The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars. Long may it spin.

The Spurned known as Kobolds in the common speech are a tribal people from the south of the Protectorate. Making nests within the ruins of old world sites. The majority of the population are of the Rustscale clan, but there is a larger stronger pedigree. The Ironscale clan.