My half of an art trade with @portzebie. Hope ya like it, dude!

-TB

Another teaser for the big project I’m working on. Everything has been coming along nicely though there’s still a LOT more art assets to create. Unfortunately I’ll be on Vacation for the better part of December so I probably won’t have anything I can really show off until January. Nothing is set in stone at this time and it’s just a project I invest time in when I’m in the mood but there could be a much brighter future for it depending on how things pan out. I won’t divulge too much at this time though. I’d hate to over-sell something that’s pretty bare-bones as of now.

-TB

Part of being a High Priestess and Shaman is performing important rites and rituals. Some offerings to the spirits involve gifts, sacrifices of blood and bone. But others demand a display of grace and dedication. Here, Xiik has adorned herself for a pleasing dance to the young gods in hopes that they will bring a full harvest and clear waters.

-TB

Haven’t drawn Ri in a while. Haven’t drawn traditionally either. So here, have a little of both!

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I really do like working in traditional mediums and I figured it was time I drew Alice again. Enjoy!

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Last of the traditional commissions, this time for http://kairoshi.deviantart.com/. I want to thank everyone who participated in these for helping me through a tough time. It really made all the difference. Thank you!

-TB

Armond’s feet dragged with every step, feeling like every limb was filled with liquid lead. His vision continued to fade in and out, at times making it hard to see his tan guide among the sands. Only the glint of her jewelry and her blue robes kept him from losing her.

“Come now, come,” the little kobold said, waving him forwards. The blue suddenly vanished from his sight, Armond blinking and rubbing his eyes. Only after they had a moment to focus did he realize he was standing before a simple tent, little more than waist high. Falling to his knees, he crawled inside to find the kobold unwrapping her silky garments.

“W-what are you doing? Where is the water?” Armond puzzled.

“You will drink in due time,” she said, looking back at him. “But we must commune first. You were pushed to the point of exhaustion, a lucid place where your grasp on this plane is weakest. Drink and you will loose your chance to learn why you are here. Discard all Earthly things and you will find what you seek.”

“Earthly… things?” He cocked his head.

“Yes, Earthly things,” she replied, eying him over. “You weapons. Your equipment. Your… clothing. Only then will you be as you are, bringing nothing but your humility and your will.”

-TB

Five days. It had been five days since Armond crossed into the great desert. Each day was hotter than the last as the sand seemed to stretch on forever. But when the Gods give you a calling, it cannot be denied. His feet dragged like granite as the last drop of moisture in him dripped down his nose. As it patted down on the sand, so too did Armond fall, collapsed at his last step in this barren wasteland. As his vision faded, he felt that this was his final calling. After a lifetime of defending his people from goblins, orcs and worse, he was being called to return to the gods.

In the darkness, he could swear he heard a distant voice. It was indiscernable but light and fair like a young maiden. Armond tried to move but he felt a great weight upon him. His eyes slowly opened and before his vision came to clarity, he began to make out a scaled creature with a long, pointed maw and great horns. “Dragon-!?” He blurted as he tried to struggle, feeling that great weight begin to cascade off of him.

“A dragon?” The sweet voice mused. “You’re quite the flatterer, aren’t you?”

It took a moment to realize that sweet voice was coming from the maw before him and as he tried to sit up, he found he was half-burried in sand and the sun had long since fallen. He also found that even sitting, he was taller than the thing before him. “Who… no, what are you?”

“Your guide,” the small, scaled girl replied. “The spirits have called me, just as they have called you. We were destined to meet here at this time to enact their will.”

Armond brought a hand to his head. It was throbbing in pain and every joint felt like stones grinding against stones. “The spirits? It was my Gods that called me here. And just what is it your spirits called you here for?”

“Spirits and Gods do not work that way,” she replied, stepping forward to help Armond stand. “But if we are open to them, we will soon find what they intend for us. But first, we must get you back on your feet. Come with me. There is water at my shelter.”

-TB

Warrior of the North Wood over the years. 

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Linda Wright, Warrior of the North Wood.

I keep meaning to get around to one of the projects that will feature this design. I’ve written a few little short stories about her but I’m talking about a game or comic. And it’s certainly not for a lack of ideas, it’s always a lack of time… Oh well. Enjoy this latest iteration of the Warrior of the North Wood! I feel her design is settling in nicely.

-TB