Siege: The Artist

I run off whiskey and the color grey. Almost everything posted here is going to be my art. Follow me, or give feedback at the bottom.

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Guys, Sir Chirpsalot is evolving!

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LOL ART DUMP

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Nathan plays Flint: an AWOL soldier who is a tough glaive who performs feats of strength. He’s basically a super swole Solid Snake.

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The lovely Leah plays a wasteland jack who merges with plants in the Numenera game.

She is essentially a time-traveling Poison Ivy with a very powerful bow. And barkskin.

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Sebastian plays a cybernetic nano who fuses mind with machine in my most recent tabletop experience: Numenera.

His name is Amon. It means "Hidden One"; fitting for a data-scavenger.

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A hardy glaive who performs feats of strength. Military Deserter. Prefers using his mitts.

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I SWEAR TO CHRIST ME AND MY COUSIN CAN'T COLLABORATE ON SHIT WITHOUT IT BECOMING SOME SORT OF FUCKED UP DRIVE-INSPIRED RETRO ALBUM COVER.

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It's ridiculous to say but I feel in love.

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ADAM, En, fate, the watcher.  PHI, Zo, death, the seer. DANIEL, Ad, psychopomp, the herald. GABE, Un, law, the judge.

En has watched all things come and pass, including what constitutes the souls of man and through him their souls are accounted before Un, the apportioner of contingencies.

Zo reaps the accreted lifestuff—just a little off the top—so the seeds of death can keep pushing up more.

That leaves Ad with a hell of a job, coyotaje of souls across the march of delusion and denial.

Straight into Un’s jurisdiction, pewseats clattering with ever-arriving claimants, some having evacuated themselves inside their trousers in transit.

It’s an uncomplicated pantheon. Each entity signifying one aspect or another of dying.

Simple cosmology too. The universe a dimensionless black shot through here and there by gauzy mist. No genesis account to speak of. What there is there always has been.

The four of them four postpoles jut into the dark air of being. Up out of a great World-Heap of fetid corpses queued up for regeneration.

But the bodies pile up faster than the celestial desk-jockeys can process the papers. That is the meaning of entropy.

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Someone make art for this, please.

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SOMEONE MAKE ART FOR THIS! VINCE! ENOM! SOMEBODY.

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Give me a week or something.

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So I got roped into an Aberrant game. My friend Yue shall be a super-duper super hero with super strength and flight. I just want to be an armor-growing madman with an array of gardening tools to kill people Punisher style. I'm not very good at playing games. Yes Yue's character is going to be stupid tall, I am not that short fuck you.

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This is actually a preliminary picture for a couple I know. Still need to properly color it/shade it/fix that damn bow-arm. All I know is that her boyfriend is a giant screaming floating head I think you should back off bro srsly

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Yue: Because you’re secretly a VN protagonist. nobody wanted to tell you ＳＩＥＧＥ: …

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Wrong move, chummer. Done as a commission. Want one? Ask for rates, we'll hash something out.

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The paladin unmasked!

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So here's the story behind these two: Originally they were created so me and a friend could take part in a Werewolf: The Apocalypse game without just making tongue-in-their-own-asshole furries. So we crafted two characters who'd be related to one another.

The old and broken veteran missing half his hand who was given a token establishment amongst humans by Glass Walkers and basically left to grow old and die instead of continuing on as a warrior, and instead had his relatives drop off his niece to him when she first shifted.

So a cantankerous old bastard was going to train his useless, nerdy niece into a deadly warrior and use her as a bargaining chip to get back in with the sept and die a glorious warrior's death, while trying to teach his niece what it mean to be a werewolf and have honor and shit. It was going to be Gran Torino with werewolves. The ST said "I don't respect the setting enough".

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A sentient sword. Thing. And a robotic exoskeleton for it.

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Sometimes, you just gotta redraw.