#kizzik

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I really liked the sketch I did of Kizzie, so I threw color on her.

And I’ve decided that I like my sketchy lines a lot better than when I actually do lineart. For Dulce, I just took away the colored base lines and it looks 100000x times better and I have no idea why I didn’t do it before but here we are

For Bonny, I just played with my sketchy lines on her and I love this one a lot more than the line art version I did, and that’s why you’ve got to look at her again plus she didn’t get a lot of love and that hurt my feelings okay

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Just a small collections of doodles I’ve done over the past............ while.

Aerrik and Zayne belong to the lovely, ever amazing @stardrunk All the other nerds are mine.

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Kizzie and her spoopy voidform. I’ve been thinking about it here and there since watching a Legion Shadow Priest video.

And then I wanted to draw Wynora, because I love her. And her rockin’ hips.

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I inked and threw colors on that Kizzie sketch.

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Got enough energy to doodle Kizzie and (most) of my goblin gals. I just wanted to see what body shapes I already had so I could work one a couple new ones.

[the-journey-home]

Kizzik: I found something in the Deepwater.

Wanlieh: What the hell are you doing there?

Kizzik: Something big. Terrifying and metal. Something unlike what I've ever seen before. It's an object made of a metal that doesn't exist. It moves like liquid, but clashes against the black from below, as a beacon in nothingness.

Kizzik: It is a fantastic beast. A metal shard in a metal prison on a metal planet. Surrounded by water, nothing succumbs to nothing.

Wanlieh: Kizzik. Something is the matter with you.

Wanlieh: Going to the Deepwater is a death sentence for you.

Wanlieh: The Deepwater is a death sentence for everyone.

Wanlieh: Come back.

Wanlieh: Don't tell me anything else. Just come home.

Kizzik: I can't block out the bubbles of thought from anyone, and the Deepwater is the strongest. I had to arrive. I had to check to see down here, as if my mind led me to this illustrious monster. It screams in paradigm, seethes in majesty and it has reached out to touch my brain, poisoning my mind through infectious glee.

Kizzik: It calls to me, and I give up trying to shut it out. I wish I could return to the Shallows and become normal. A normal thing. Existence through succor and salvation. It gives me pause and it gives me terror.

Kizzik: I hoped come to the Deepwater to find the edge of a knife. I hoped to burn through the end of a fire trap. Find the others who are supposed to be here to turn me into an empty shell, where I'm to die and leave the Damieyne Seas, and return to the Endless Ocean.

Kizzik: Yet it called to me. It says hello. I belong with it in the Deepwater. I belong with it in the Deepwater. I belong.

Wanlieh: Kizzik. Come back.

Wanlieh: Now.

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Wanlieh: Kizzik.

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Wanlieh: Please.

[the-journey-home]

Non compos mentis

I have no understanding for the things that have happened, as it first came to me in a disjointed, messy dream.  Yet it felt far too real to dismiss it as purely conjecture, before it touched reality and all came to fruition. 

Wanlieh told me to write everything down on the translation scrolls, where they can be set to be private forever.  She told me that they were dangerous and inhibitive of the culture around us.  They would find the markings of the scrolls, and have me killed for discussing matters of the outsiders beyond the wall.  

I would not blame them, if that happened.  I saw cities above active stars, felt the cries and screams of a far off land that turned to nothing.  I heard the echoes of the internal voices of others around me.  I understand the connection between this side of the wall and that side, and I know that there is more than nothing.  

It came to me in a dream, but then came to me in a waking dream.  Wanlieh pointed me as delusional and paranoid, and continues to do so in public to escape suspicion that something is happening to me.  Now, as I move between the accepted levels of Damieyne, I am touched by the Phel around me, through me, and away from me.  

The resonance is strongest when I approach the forbidden wall.  It's as if the rest of what's out there is calling to me, but I have no way of getting there.  Leaving the walls is forbidden on penalty of torture and death.  Yet I have heard the cries of my... cousins.  I have felt their pain.  I have understood the madness of their... tormentor.  I have felt the void that rests in... his... soul.  And those around me laugh at my misfortune.  

Where I stay, I am watched.  I am mocked.  I am considered uneasy, and unfocused.  I have been eliminated from actions and work.  I have been thrown from my domicile, and only my childhood friend Wanlieh accepted me in where others did not.  Even she, I can hear even when she does not speak, is losing her wits.  I will not bother her much longer, I will find a way beyond the forbidden wall, and she will not need to know the name Kizzik any longer.  

I am the madman of the city of Qing.  

I am the madman who will breach the wall and find the path to eternity.