#manapunk

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

What if fantasy bikers?

A biker guild using manapunk vehicles and warforged/automaton mount animals.

Or a guild of knights who are just horse riders and nothing much other than that. Sure, brutal guys, highwaymen, but just horses instead of bikes.

[utilitybiscuits]

Sure, the horns are a trophy of Hetr’s first kill in the Games, but being fair to him they were left to the victor in the loser’s will. (The Games aren’t technically duels to the death, but it definitely does happen anyway. Best to have a plan for it.)

[theartofmany]

Artist: Artem Kurenkov Title: Host of the Garden (Keyshots) “This key shot sequence will tell you one story from the life of this guy: click here Hope you'll like it! This work is a part of my personal setting called "Manacore". The world of Manacore is based on advanced occult technologies. At least it was. The Great war laid this world waste, leaving survivors to deal with the magical driven apocalypse” Awesome storytelling...

[utilitybiscuits]

these were not the npcs next on my list to draw but then one of my players wanted to date Stola (right, the town blacksmith, why was i surprised) so they jumped the queue!

her half brother Burnka on the left, ranger/cartographer, who was social distancing by mayoral mandate before it was cool, by which i mean, he made some Reckless Choices and the party caught him at it so he’s since been under house arrest for his own health

[utilitybiscuits]

hello internet, this is Wicker, though that is not the name she gives to nearly anybody anymore, it’s become a secret—

she’s a tiefling, she’s a sweetie until she is suddenly not, and she’s also wearing both a pair of shoes and a textile that I want VERY much to own myself, PHOOEY

[utilitybiscuits]

pinning down some later antagonists for my campaign and, no spoilers, but I think my players probably already know that I like my women buff, fashion-conscious, and full of disdain for human life, so. Brae’s whole deal probably will not come as a surprise to them.

[utilitybiscuits]

shem & dala & juma, when they were all still speaking to each other, were less a power thruple and more an imbroglio of limbs so closely twined they came around the other side to work at cross-purposes—limbs that were unfortunately also imbued with divine strength & powers. hard to extract without bruising, shall we say.

[utilitybiscuits]

shem and dala are an on-again-off-again sort of thing, but actually not because dala takes decades-long naps in glaciers