Hammer_of_Tyr
First Post
I'm new here,. someone please let me know if this sort of thing is allowed. If not I'll take it down.
I did a cartoon for our ongoing campaign and I want to give it to the guy who's character I drew. But after inking it, I realized it just needed to be in color. And I suck at digital painting. I'm working on getting better, but truth be told I'm poodu, and this deserves better.
The story,
We were invited to dinner at the Nethelanters estate. None of us wanted to go. You see we had just discovered that the problems we had on our last adventure were caused by the youngest Nethelanter boy. We captured him and turned him over to the authorities. He was currently rotting in a prison cell. The old man, the patriarch of the family wanted us to dine with him, something about showing that there were no hard feelings.
Yeah right!
Was it a trap? Probably. Was it free food? Of course! did we go,. of course we did!
We all pawed our food fearing poision when all hell broke loose. Orcs and big ones. As usual we fought and won. But Captain Wynd, our Duskblade aquatic elf never left his seat, that son of a female dog just sat there and pitched spells from his seat. Never taking his hands off that leg of pheasant.
-Grim
(Needless to say, after 6 rounds of difficult fighting the battle was over and Wynd never left his square. He claimed he never left his seat during the whole battle!!)
Top box: "I really should
get up and
help my friends"
Bottom box: "But this pheasant
is soo dang tasty!"
Skin has a greenish tint but other than that go nuts!
I did a cartoon for our ongoing campaign and I want to give it to the guy who's character I drew. But after inking it, I realized it just needed to be in color. And I suck at digital painting. I'm working on getting better, but truth be told I'm poodu, and this deserves better.
The story,
We were invited to dinner at the Nethelanters estate. None of us wanted to go. You see we had just discovered that the problems we had on our last adventure were caused by the youngest Nethelanter boy. We captured him and turned him over to the authorities. He was currently rotting in a prison cell. The old man, the patriarch of the family wanted us to dine with him, something about showing that there were no hard feelings.
Yeah right!
Was it a trap? Probably. Was it free food? Of course! did we go,. of course we did!
We all pawed our food fearing poision when all hell broke loose. Orcs and big ones. As usual we fought and won. But Captain Wynd, our Duskblade aquatic elf never left his seat, that son of a female dog just sat there and pitched spells from his seat. Never taking his hands off that leg of pheasant.
-Grim
(Needless to say, after 6 rounds of difficult fighting the battle was over and Wynd never left his square. He claimed he never left his seat during the whole battle!!)
Top box: "I really should
get up and
help my friends"
Bottom box: "But this pheasant
is soo dang tasty!"
Skin has a greenish tint but other than that go nuts!
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