Daily n. 16 Angry Sylvanas is angry. Who took the last cookie?
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Daily n. 16 Angry Sylvanas is angry. Who took the last cookie?
Another day, another sketch on my post-it! This time, @kottkrig Lucretia invited herself. Shadow Nan is best Nan, after all
Okay, I've been silent of a while, but I was busy with the inktober. I'm working (with a helping hand from other people), on a proper translation of the texts that come with the drawing... Meanwhile, Sylvanas invites helself on my work notebook
Daily n. 23 Where is Tyrande? Tyrande is in the kitchen. Sharpening her knives. To put them through your hordie throat. She doesn't like barbecues.
Daily n. 19 "Oh no, we're too late... This city must be purged" After Sylvanas and Jaina, it's only logical I draw Arthas, right? I always loved how that decision is ambivalent. And how it shows that Arthas was only a panicked twenty-old young man.
Daily n. 22 I messed up a bit this one, but hey, that's a Hawke for you. Don't get fooled by his serious face, he's thinking about which of his companions he'll bang.
Daily n. 21 Obviously everyone is talking about Azshara and the last cinematic, and I love this character
#2 Mindless [...] and even more, she hated to be locked in a library and read books older than her. Eilusia had given her an order, and she intended to unveil Mal'Ara-Uhil's secrets. But she always was torn apart from her queen's direct order and her frustration to only do, according to her, meaningless actions. Classify books and turn crumbling pages were some. She exerted treasures of patience looking for information mindlessly, gathering crumbs of stories. And no one wanted to be near her when she lacked patience.