Creativity Burp

Welcome to my sketchbook! I draw mostly game, cartoon and anime related stuff, mostly digital, but something more classical could pop up from time to time. You'll find here pictures influenced by things I'm into right now. So what am I into? #Dwarf Fortress #Hamefura #Shadowrun #Dos2 #NiNoKuni

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Previous part: Part one

The tavern finally opened and the first guest was... a bard necromancer! The bastard walked in wearing a shitload of creepy trinkets. Among others dwarf bone crown and dwarf hair bracelet. Besides that, he introduced himself as Pak Lapipaslu, but I couldn’t find such entity in Legends Viewer, so he was probably lying. Could he be our neighbour? You know, the one from the nearby Tower of Wimpefainted? Just checking the place out for who knows what reasons... The two, other, female human bards were real - or at least saying truth about their credentials.  

I don’t know if my dwarves were so drunk, they didn’t notice something is off or just plainly blind, but they liked the band and danced to their music all night long. (blinking between dwarf image and an armor stand(?) visualizes dancing in df)

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I had pretty long period of unproductivity. I’ve missed whole InktOber and an entire, second month right after. But I’m back and with me: Nessa in a religious but sexy habit.  I use her appearance for a character during roleplay game located in alternative Vatican City in Seikon no Qwaser like setting. When the fraction of nuns decided to wear clothes from SoulWorker I just couldn’t not to draw them. So yeah, it is one of the series. I could even colorize them someday :P

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I’ve just found another obstacle that could hinder birth of the new generation. You see, we have some lovers, other dwarves are at least friends, but often close friends, except this guy. Everyone is just a long-term acquaintance for him. Without any hope for improvement. Kadol Ablelabod (Buststrikes) is old, 81, weak, sickly, quick to tire and... grumpy. He is impatient, non-empathic, greedy, hates merrymaking, doesn’t care about family and do not develop positive feelings at all. He is just a full-fleged asshole.  And a bookkeeper. And a jeweler.  But mostly an asshole! 

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This is Copper Dumpling, The Tavern. It is built atop a hill. Guests can access it through the staircase leading to the 1st floor, not furnished yet, but there is at least some booze there. Dancing floor on the second level. 

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I’m back with dwarf fortress stuff! After almost a month. Good thing about being new to tumblr is noone’s watching me, so I can go on a long holiday far from internet and nobody will be disappointed.  I didn’t even introduce every starting dwarf, but who cares? (Definitely not my non-existing followers.) Show must go on! Sourgrapes is a small tavern-based family fort, so I’ll try to focus the plot in the comic on single dwarves and their feelings - something that is easy to overlook while playing with dozens of citizens. 

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The only form that could possibly conquer Katarinas heart.  White chocolate cupcake + wild strawberry filling + mint frosting.

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Melbil Atirenshal (Dyebud) is trader and seamstress of Sourgrapes. I've mentioned her already twice before - she was the shepherdess, which sheep were eaten by the Roc in Claspdimple and the dwarf who likes horsemilk. She is also a lover of Uvash Muzishid - second horse milk fan and our expedition leader. Not even a year has passed and we already have a couple! That bodes well for family-fort Sourgrapes. Or would bode well if it weren't that this is the only couple out of the starting seven possible. The other two female dwarves (Mafol the Cowgirl and Ast, chief medical dwarf, who you will get to know shortly) are only 51 years old, while remaining single males range between 63 and 81. I think I've read somewhere on the df wiki or in some forum, that only dwarves within 10 years of range will fall in love... Whoops! It could be inevitable to let some long term residents marry into our folk to get a diverse new generation.

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This is the only dwarf out of starting seven, who has absolutely nothing to do with the fall of the Claspdimple. Kulet Olinarak (Tongsshaft) is a mercenary hired by the other six to deal with every kind of danger. He's a swordsdwarf, not particularily known, not particularily skilled, not particularily expensive. Only recently it came out, why the guy wasn't really recommended as a bodyguard. Shortly after some migrants tried to reach Sourgrapes and misteriously vanished on their way through the badlands (Yeah, I forgot to set population cap to seven before embark and three, poor dwarves tried to destroy my plan of having a family fort. I couldn't let them do that, so I've arranged an accident.) three ghosts appeared. Gues who was the most affraid of them? Yup, this tough guy! "He has great trouble masternig fear when confroted by danger." He's just a simple coward. Since he was running away from harmless ghosts I'm looking forward to his reaction on some undead, who will certailny appear. Or on a nasty forgotten beast!

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One... two... third of my starting seven. Morul Mafolnecik, his surname translates to Chambersinges. As he is only sixty-three years old, he was just a six year old child during destruction of Claspdimple. Withdrawn, dour and valuing privacy as he is, he never told his companions how did he escape Roc claws. But he seems to hold a grudge against the monstrosity. Generally this dwarf seems to be a classical inteligent but lazy type (I identify with him so much!): "good intellect", "not particularly curious", "occasionaly looses focus on the matter at hand", "consider ideas over practical application" etc. I made him a miner, as he is quite strong and prefers to be alone. He also "drops any activity at the slightest hint of difficulty or even the suggestion of effort being required" so I thought that fishing, as a hobby would suit him! It is due to this guy and his "hobby" that we have finally breached the caverns, in search for water and some cave lobsters. Let's just hope ther isn't any danger gratis.

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Here it comes! Horryfying biome attacks!

I found out, that there is no need to breach the caverns to make a pasture. It was enough to just channel to the second layer of clay, expose it to the sun and grass started to grow on it, even though it didn’t on just the same clay, but a layer above. So I didn't breach the caverns. Horses were peacefully munching on fresh sukkulents, when... an evil cloud of gloom appeared. I’ve managed to get my dwarves to safety, but horses were too absorbed eating. Mafols Animal Caretaker skill was too low to take care of them. Maybe she would have done something, if she liked horses milk or if those were her favorite, llamas. Noone could do anything and the animals   submerged in the evil glooooom! Ok, fine, I did it on purpose, twice, to see, how bad the clouds could be. And they... weren't harmfull at all! I feared (hoped) to see some husks, zombies, ghouls, blood, intestinents, gore and death. I feared these almost-mustangs would turn into my little ponies. But nothing happened. The horses were fine. I don't know if the clouds could harm with a delay, or it they could harm only sentient creatures, but I am not letting my dwarves into this things. Better test it some day on an elven caravan.

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That’s the second youngest dwarf in my group of the starting seven - Mafol Imkethnil. She is just 51 years old, which means, she couldn’t witness the fall of Claspdimple 57 years ago. However her grandmother told her all about it. She must have definitely have made a lot up about this place to make her granddaughter seek her fate in the ruins. Or is it because Mafol never fails to seek out the most stressful and dangerous situations? Her surname translates to Justicehammers, which combined with traits like “has a great deal of respect for the law”, “respects fair-dealing and fair-play”, “prefers that everyone live as harmoniously as possible” and “acting impartially” makes me wanna make her a sheriff/hammerer, but there is no need for it right now. Everyone is acting nicely. The time will come, when we open up the tavern and some restless visitors start to brawl.  Right now thought we have no tavern, no jail, no fort, nothing, just bare stone (grey) and clay (red). There are even no trees and no vegetation, which could be problematic, as the dwarves brought two horses with them. They could just let them starve or butcher them, but it’s a horryfying embark and I have no idea if it doesn’t mean - reanimating one. Besides that, two of my starting dwarves just happen to like horse’s milk (Uvash, our expedition leader you’ve met lately and Melbil, broker, you’ll get to know sometime), so it would be a shame to let them starve.  So if we’re going to keep our stallions, we need to organize some grassy pasture and have someone to take care of them, and that would be Mafol. I’ve named her profession “cowgirl” and made her an animal caretaker + woodworker. For both of these we need to reach the caverns.  Strike the earth!

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It was the year 743, young Uvash Muzishid led a quiet life here, in Claspdimple. It was a tiny village on the edge of The Sunny Spines mountains. The place wasn't even a proper hillock, just a small farming site specialized in cave wheat flour and dwarven syrup production. Goblins were far away, every possible war front even further, nothing foreshadowed the incoming tragedy... Uvash stepped out of the entrance to narrow tunnels, even thought he hated it. His master loved cranberry wine and it is a job of an apprentice to please his master, but you won't get cranberries underground. He hated it! He hated the feeling of fresh, green grass under his feet, he hated the scent of blooming wildflowers, he hated the refreshing mild breeze tangling his beard, and he hated the sun! Most of all the sun! After all he was a dwarf. To his surprise he didn't instantly get dizzy. In a moment he noticed, he was standing in the shadow. Deeep dark shadow which was getting bigger and darker. He looked up and saw it. - SKREEEEEE! - screamed giant Roc while landing on the inhabited hill and razing it to the ground on the impact. Roofs, halls and corridors under his claws were instantly crushed and residents of Claspdimple with them. Izeg Climaxlivid the Courageous Seals, that was the name of the monster, stabbed the earth with his beak and pulled a dwarf from the rubble, just like a normal sized bird would pull a worm from the earth. Swallowed it and repeated the process. Uvash did not wait for his fate to be the same. He run, run off, run down the hill, run further and further, as far as possible from his homeland. ___ It is the year 800, 57 years after Izeg Climaxlivid the Courageous Seals destroyed Claspdimple. After these years Uvash overcame his trauma, prepared and gathered ones who felt like he did. It was time to reconquer former home of them and their ancestors!

The only problem was Uvash's sense of direction. This dwarf had a great deal of patience and willpower indeed, but he also had poor focus, a poor kinesthetic sense and a poor memory. It all lead to one tiny, but significant mistake. The group of seven turned not left, but right at The Tower Of Drillglaze dangerously approaching The Human Necromancer Tower Of Wipefainted. - Are you sure it's there? - asked Melbil gazing upon vast, clay plains of The Ashen Dune. She survived the tragedy only because she was pasturing sheep on the outside at that moment and the animals looked tastier for the Roc than she did - I remember it differently. - Sure it is! - responded Uvash confidently. He won't admit being wrong even after no migrants will show up in this Horrifying plains.

___ I like to give my starting crew some backstory and deeper motivation than just to build another fortress. This fort, Zunekmashus (Sourgrapes) will be a family fortress of refugees from Claspdimple, who want to attract some tourists and visitors to the (as they think) old site of their former home. It will concentrate around a tavern and produce mostly food, drinks and goblets. No migrants allowed, only kids of starting seven and eventuall new citizens gained through petitions.

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e: Embark!

I've stumbled upon Dwarf Fortress some 5 years ago. I was implementing my own ASCII game as a final project in my first bachelor semester and somehow bumped into some screens of the game. I thought "Cool, you can even make pretty decent looking worlds with it!" Back then I had no idea that it was so! much more than my own shitty pacman-maze-attempt-of-a-game. During Christmas break I've stumbled upon it once more, on Rocket Beans (it's a german yt channel dedicated to computer games and co.) and I've instantly been bitten by the bug.

I had a bunch of fortresses right now: 1st one succumbed to a horse - it starved in the middle of the main hallway, I knew nothing about pastures and refuse stockpiles. Everyone went insane because of miasma, the dwarves started tantruming and killing each other. 2nd one succumbed to Werezebra who infected like half of my population. 3rd one succumbed to a Giant Cave Spider after I've breached the caverns for the first time. 4th one succumbed to my first Forgotten Beast - giant crow with poisonous bite. 5th one succumbed to water when I've tried to make an aquarium. 6th one succumbed to zombie keas and chicken on reanimating biome. 7th... we will see. It's a lucky number thought, so hopefully not zombie keas!

Inspired by a lot of content creators, I've decided to accompany my pack of seven on their journey and commemorate their deeds with some digital engravings. Here we go: horrifying badlands x calm mountain in the neighbourhood of a necromancer Tower. All craftdwarfship will be of questionable quality.

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Spring in watercolour.

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I’ve created this blog to draw more frequently. Thought that some kind of harmless “art-exhibitionism” (that’s why this doodle) could wake up my motivation, but I’ve felt too mediocore for deviant :’) Maybe someone will even enjoy it!