#anubite

[ultiminator]

He is the Great Ur-Omari!

[goattrain]

Full-rendered Patreon reward for Dragonmith!  A few unit types from Age of Mythology gather around a campfire.  Heat doesn’t seem to be a problem for one of them!

Full-size image and .sai2 project file are up on my Patreon:  https://www.patreon.com/posts/22064041

[athena-is-trans-soda]

Sopping wet creature

(dnd character)

I got a lot of drawing done in today's session!

The trick to shading is to randomly throw down shadows and highlights and if you look at it from really far away it kind of looks like it makes sense

(I'm trying to study it...)

[simp--supreme]

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while and i wanted to do some color practice and experiment with new techniques for drawing clouds. Im actually really happy with it, Husani is always great subject matter for me.

[aiimlo]

concept art for a new dnd character

I saw the anubite homebrew on dndbeyond and its lit so 

[simp--supreme]

When all you do in your spare time is VTM and DnD so you draw your character nonstop.

Featuring Husani Khepri my stupidly strong Anubite Storm Herald Barbarian. I honestly love this fur baby and playing them makes me feel like such a total badass. Theyre really an emotionally broken solider though whose never known anything but killing and fighting and Im excited to delve into their sordid history.

They met the current group when a deal to deliver a prisoner to Hell went wrong and they got stuck there. The group was there because one of them had his soul stolen by a cursed item... we left with less souls then we went in with because their new party mates cant stop themselves from making deals and touching cursed objects. Husani Co-moms the other two with Anadori the rogue and is the groups muscle/tank. They are deeply practical sensible, initially determined to work only for themselves. The group is paying to keep them around initially but they havent asked for money in return for favors recently. Hmmm suspicious. 

[patiusstories]

Between Practice

The twin blades hammered in quick succession. One strong arm rebuked their curved edges, using its own outward protection of gilded shield to slide their well-tested bodies at either side and bluntly slam the rash swordsman in his chin and chest. With an angle, heaved and threw him clear off his feet for the courtyard’s stone to meet his back.

Groaning at the mild pain, the swordsman’s golden lidded eyes quickly opened in remembrance and on the verge of moving when his opponent’s speartip was aimed right at his jugular. Following its own divine-forged length till he had a clear visage to the bare-chested warrior standing over him. Strong and stoic with scarlet pelt and intense almonds with sharp platinums dampening their royal gold.  A fine brow quirked in question before teasing grin on thin lips appeared.

“This is why a shield is an effective tool, Cousin.” The elder of five years said with a twitch of squarish ears. “It can be worthy weapon where your twins will be a possible doom.”

The younger jackal huffed. “I know this, you had me train with it before. It doesn’t suit me.” “Oh?” The other questioned, tracing his tip slowly on the thickness of wolf lineage running along the jackal’s chest to the heart.

“What does suit you, Baba?”

With a flick of his wrist, the prince dismissed the speartip with his khopesh and rolled away a good lunge’s pace. When he was back up on his knee, he could see his cousin - more properly paternal uncle, but they didn’t find much comfort between close of age - more clearly. The Sha standing there like a picturesque figure. “It will suit me when I even the score, Kaf.”

That erupted a dry cackle from him now, it was like hearing a short-winded hyena. “Six are many, can you handle such a thing?” Kafele questioned with a tilt of his head. Enticed, Babefemi stamp his feet on the dusty floor and crossed his blades with a point. “The reward will be sweeter by its achievement than the honey of Ra!”

“By Hathor’s mercy.” Kaf coos, tapping his spear on the shield and got into stance; protection forward, dominant foot behind it and submissive coiled for a mighty pounce booned from father with his spear ready for the first thrust. “Let’s see if you can manage, Cousin.”

The young jackal squinted, curling himself slightly to give as little target of his body for the other. Angling one way but foot kept in readiness to move. The Great Scarab had the Sun rolling to the eastern decline now, coolness coming from the nearby sea’s caught brush and fill their nose.

“Go.” The Sha alerted and the seventh round of the day started.

[shutterwallmagazine]

FRIETROCK STARTS

After the annual festival season, there’s a bit of a gap in the agenda for every rockjournalist. What better way to fill that gap, then by visiting a great event like Frietrock. For the seventh or eighth time now, Inge and Jan from Frites-shop “Den Horst” in Retie, organise a free festival for the benefit of Music For Life. A fundraising campaign, from national radiostation Studio Brussels. This…

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