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INKTOBER'18 - #14 - Clock

Postoworld many realms varies so briskly from each other, that they could be considered their own realities. And one of such stark contrast come from the bleak surroundings of irradiated wasteland and twisted, magical jungle - a City of Brass, the Panopticon. The city functions beautifly, with perfect order, politeness of the citizens and great manners of every inhabitant. There is no poverty nor unemployment. Everyone have a clear-cut role to fill in this utopian society. Everyone is a small or big gear in its internal mechanics. Sometimes even literally, ale the entire city is full of robots, an arcane, clockwork engines fueled by the Nexus Ebb, a massive source of energy that resides at the city core.  Despite being automatons, they have life - personalities, families, entertainments and leisure. They even have internal economy where they pay in nuts and bolts for various commodities and goods. The city is closed to the outsiders... In general, however on rare ocassions they allow some merchants to wander in or send diplomatic missions to the neighboring realms.

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INKTOBER'18 - #1 - Poisonous

Let the INKTOBER commence! I took over a month off from publishing and keeping my social media at bay, for two reasons. First, was my mental sanity. Second, was reaching my New Year Resolution goal (one of the five - two more to go) which was gaining over 1000 new followers total on all platforms. Woo. I wasn't lazying about as I am working on quite a few artworks and one nice, big freelance job. Nonetheless, Inktober for me is sacred and just like last year I will attempt the whole 31 out of 31 perfect streak. This time I decided to raise the challenge bar once more in two ways: 1. No big ugly monsters. They are my comfort zone, and so, I decided to go into stuff that is more cartoony, whimsy and kid-friendly - since these are the things I suck at! 2. Following the official prompts - last year I was doing my own thing, now I want to do the whole challenge by the book. Corroding Tankbeetle - A hefty insectoid found in the forgotten marshes of the Bogs Lord Realm, known for it's voracious appetite for poisonous flora of the noxious place. The poisons that course through its meals do not kill the hardy beetle, for his specialized digestive system filters them out and store them in a semi-transparent, hard-shell tank on its back, making a deadly concoction that can fell even the biggest predators. This fluid usually glow with faint, greenish tint, warning off all predators of its unsavoury effects.

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INKTOBER'18 - #13 - Guarded

Pryopi are worms. Basic worm, really, to a degree. And yet, in the millenia since the Final War, with the advent of Dreadwake, with the alien influence over the world, they changed and adapted to new realities. They grew in intelligence and decided that in numbers, they can prevail. And then grew even more and decided that a proper familiar society of close relationship bonds works even better. And again, they evolved to counteract their squish and less then formidable biology - they used their skills as burrowers to encase themselves in armored housing of concrete or rock. A home and a hard shell in a single combo. Now, thanks to their smart strategies of survival, they proliferate! In some regions you cannot take a step without stumbling over one of this pockmarked rocks - whcih they don’t take kindly to, and will often pop out just to insult you in the squeaky language few could learn or understand.

So yeah, I was quite seriously sick for the last 3 weeks and earlie I was overwhelmed with work. Such things happens! None the less, despite December looming over, I decided to drop two last pieces I managed to squeeze into this Inktober. Not the best of mine, but heck, it was good fun anyway. Now I must refocus hard onto the Monstronomicon Atlas of the Cosmic Horror. Still plenty of work there to do, and so little time ;)

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INKTOBER'18 - #10 - Flowing

One of the most bizarre things you can stumble upon during your voyages through the Postworld are the artifacts left behind by the Biocrat Empire. Once a mighty domain that spread through the continents of the world, it was deemed highly sophisticated, elevated to new heights with stunning miracles of technological progress, where technology went hand in hand with attunement to natural order. Yet in peak of its power, it collapsed nearly instantly. Or so the historians and legends agree. Some claim it was apotheosis, a mass transcendence to a higher state of reality that claimed the civilization and left only their creations behind, to slowly but surely be reclaimed by nature itself. Others, more prone to religious bias, claim that Gods seeing the pride and arrogance of the mortals simply smitten them from the face of the world. We will most likely never know the truth, but today we fear their remnants. Powerful golems of ancient magic and technology prowl the Wordwyr forests. Sentinels of impossible might defends the ruined temples. Weapons and curios of incomprehensible powers emerge in hands of heroes and villains. And strange creatures roam the land in purposes lost in the time long past. Like the deadly Watchers of the Pond Myrk - tiny, diminutive, made seemingly entirely of water with a baleful eye of polished stone, shining with blue and dark light. They might appear clumsy and misshapen, but beware, for this little beads of stone can cut even the toughest armor in half with the powerful beams of energy, a quick searing light that boils the blood and burns the trees to ashes...

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22.01.2019 - Agent of Varsks. 

Woo! First, major Thanks to @lobstersquirrel for sharing their settings for Procreate tech pen, it works like a boss. My digital drawing and painting is in the gutter, forgot and dusty... But I decided to return to it with force, drawing more, getting real friendly with my tablet. This here is merely the beginning! I hope to try and tackle more painterly style too, but first let me get at least passably okay at digital drawing. Enjoy!

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INKTOBER'18 - #5 - Chicken

When the Nuclear Holocaust began, chickens survived. When the Magic spores infected the globe, chickens survived. When the meteor cracked the moon like an egg, chickens survived. When the Dreadwake overtook the sky and swallowed a whole continent into a nightmarescape, chickens survived. When the Aliens Exploring Corp established the Tear Base, the chickens survived. Changed. Evolved. Different. Some sub-species degraded into wild animals, bigger, feral, fierce. Some transformed by the touch of the dream into phantasmal fodder of the nightmares. Other were experimented on by the curious aliens, improved and enhanced to be better suited to the harsh, cold touch of the void. None the less, the Postworld still is full of chickens.

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INKTOBER'18 - #2 - Tranquil

In the secluded rainforest of the Realm of Magic, ruled by the Conclave of Fairies, all kind of joyful, mirth filled creatures spawn from the very ground by the constant rain of the life-giving pixie dust. Talking trees, singing bugs are commonplace in this unreal, otherwordly country of magical wonder. Not all thou, giveth so easily to the infectious joy. Beset with new-found life and intelligence, they struggle with unknown perspestives and curious thoughts that never bothered them before. Most known to this insight are the Mushroom People, a somber fairy folk that keeps their roots down to earth and their emotions in tighter control. Most beloved are the Mystics, who pick a path of solemn meditations, chanting quiet mantras as they set roots in a quiet place, atuned to the nature surrounding them...

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MONSTERMONTH No.2 - The Skulker

An artificial creatures created by a lodge of long forgotten wizards during the ancient War of the Towers, when magic was wild and potent... and used by crazed maniacs in their insanity driven goals of delusional grandeur. This swift and flexible beings were considered prime scouts and lurkers, sent to the enemy towers to scoop secrets and gather intel only to return to their masters with all gather knowledge enchanted into their arcane cores. Now, masterless, they stalk the broken realm with no real purpose, giving towns snd villages an occasional scare as they appear out of the blue only to observe everything intensely for a bit and then scamper away. #monstermonth is starting tomorrow and I am ready. This bad boy took me about 50 minutes, which is within the challenge threshold. Bring it on!