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“Sure I may be the one who dreamt up the Walls and the Bastion, but the Kid made em real. Not me.”

There is nothing more I can say about the kid. Loyal and kind. He loves everyone, no matter race or skin color. He would drag his fallen friend, one who would have killed him before, through hell. Whether he goes back in time, or looks to save others, he will always have a loving, kind heart

Thank you, first off, for all of those who have followed this from the very start. it has been an awesome journey and a great challenge. I’d like to thank all of the bastion fandom who like and reblog my work, and all of you who have joined my blog because of these cards. Have no fear, in the future I will do plenty more fanart for bastion, transistor and pyre. They still are among my favorite games.

A long while back I dabbled with the idea of printing off a set of these cards. now that the set is done,I don’t think its happening. Still, thank you never the less for your interest. It means a great deal to me that you love these that much

for all of you that enjoy my work in general, this means I will be taking on a project soon that I am pretty excited for. keep an eye out for me in the future

Thank you again

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"Now The Kid sees somethin' stranger still; his mind races.

Did anyone else survive?

Sure enough, he finds another. He finds me."

Rucks has seen a lot. He has been stuck in a lot. He spilled a lot of blood. And he regrets every drop. According to him, he misses 3 things from the old world. The misses not having to watch his step, he misses what I can only assume is the drink, and most of all, he misses the songs that the people used to sing, in bars like the sole regret. He misses those songs, and the people, and he knows that, in some way, those people are dead right now due to his actions. he regrets what hes done with every fiber of his being

were down to the last ones. the next is the griever

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“Once there was a normal Ura girl. But she wasn't born in the Tazal Terminals like the rest of her people. She was from Caelondia”

kind, soft and polite, Zia was one of the lucky few that survived within the walls of caelondia. You meet her singing an old song, written in her Ura heritage, one highlighting the distance between the the two nationalities. She gets saved by the kid and brought back.

Quiet, caring and polite, but introverted. She never knew how to speak her mind and say her feelings. Leaving not much of a life behind, her new home on the bastion was the only true place she could feel like herself

this one was fun to do. I’m thinking about doing this portrait for the last 3 too. nice and close and personal, focusing on their feelings. Next week will be focused on The Stranger

[quiet-deity]

“so build that wall and build it strong, cause we’ll be there before too long”

The Ura are a people set on the eastern end of the world of which the bastion takes place. A people with deeply held tradition and faith, the opposite of the caelondians who had fallen out of tradition, often making their gods more symbols and mascots (pyth being the primary example). They are a powerful people and arm themselves with a variety of weapons, ranging from halberds and the machete to rifles and repeaters. 

These two stand at a choke point in the Tazel Terminals, saying their final prayers before they encounter the might of the caelondia . Someone who they can only think is there to finish the job that the calamity didn’t finish. All they were told by their new leader zulf is to stop the silver haired mason.

Next week, we flip the coin and have the masons. thank you all for your continued support!

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"The Mancers not only theorized about the raw forces of the world, they developed blueprints for how to unleash them."

"The Mancers. They knew everything. Even if it cost 'em."

“They pushed the limits of knowledge and science in the name of the City."

 Looking for an end to the raging war between the ura and caelondians, the mancers were an elite group of scientist tasked with finding a brutal end to the fighting, leaving caelondia the winning side and the tazal terminals in rubble. they Harnessed the power of the crystals and the earth itself and used it as weaponry. The thirst for power is summarized in the raw ingredient used to upgrade the Calamity Cannon: Something wrong. This power is shown to be able to be put to good use, powering the bastion itself, but, instead it was planned as a genocidal means to rip apart the earth and send the tazal terminals into the sky. But, instead, something different happened. Thanks to a ura who was unwilling to see the blood of the innocent shed.

And yes, the two people here are exactly who you think they are

 This one was a blast to do! I had the image solid in my mind for the past bit, and I’m glad bringing it into fruition was so much fun! Next weeks card will focus on the Ura! stay tuned!

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"With these durable lightweight bows, Caelondian Breaker divisions reconnoitered the farthest reaches of the land in the name of their City."

Acting as a caelondian Special forces unit, the breakers where a group of bow masters that were renowned for their skill and precision in their field. If the Masons were the ground units paroling the wall and protecting the city, the breakers were a special forces focusing on precision, protecting the cities interests and fighting to keep it free against attacking ura forces.

in the game, this was my favorite weapon! getting in the rhythm of roll, charge, fire, roll and the satisfaction of landing powershot after powershot

Those who have followed since the start probably noticed that this one is a bit late. well, that’s because this was the third draft. I had a hard time preparing and getting a good feel for what I wanted the breakers to symbolize, and I had worked 2 out (one is another complete card) before coming up with this draft. and to be honest, I’m still not to sure about the outcome. Before the set is complete I’m thinking of re-doing a few peices and this will be on the list. Never the less, I hope you like it

next week I have planned out already. this one will be great, I promise!

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"In time we charted the Wild Unknown, but we kept the name..."

The wilds are a overgrown tangle of thorns and vines crossing a large expanse, essentially filling the spaces owned by neither ura or cealondian. It is a brutal stretch of land, hosting many hostile species of both flora and fauna. The most interesting part is, that out of all the places remaining after the calamity, the wilds are the most in-tact. held together by the tangled vines. It would take strong men known as the Brushers , armed with the brusher’s pike, to fight their way back in among the savage creatures that lived here, especially the Anklegators that would make their nests in the dense vines 

The wilds themselves, represent natures will and power.  all the man made chaos and destruction swirling around it, before and after the calamity and it stands strong, and would continue to grow larger even as time passes. The creatures here are not flushed from the ground as servants rebelled, but instead are animals in their natural habitats. The wilds are truly the only place to have fully survived the calamity

This one was fun! the most difficult part of it probably was cropping it lol. I really wanted to pay homage to the feeling of your first encounter with an anklegator.

Next week is about my favorite weapon and the ones that would wield it: The breakers!

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So, since my up-coming cards are going to be more grounded in the bastion world, I figured I should study some of Jen Zee’s stylization for the humans in the universe A few sketches later and this drunk Rucks came out. And I knew I had to finish it. This was a fun little experiment that showed me I really do need to streamline my process lol

Good ol’ rucks, Enjoying at least one of the 3 things he missed since the calamity