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I realy should get arounf to righting the next up date to
A trip to the nothen reachs but im lazy so theres just art.

Fjorleif Fjorleifr the Skull Maiden.
Yes i miss typed the name.

Yep the skull masked priest lady has gotten both a name and a crossbow.
I like the new longer spiked arm guards mostly as there different.
I’m prety sure that her tattoos aren’t in the right place but i’m not going to get to bothered about it.
It’s the first time i’ve tried such a small back ground and for a character i think it works well.
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After drawing Emilie le Mort in the grave yard, i drew a second Homunculus.

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There both really good and not what i expected.
If any one has a Pic for us to colour in please post it.
i’d like a go as well.

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Improved her face and gave her the skull sword back.

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Yep it’s more art for A trip to the nothen reachs

With the silver haired Iarrarl in her wooden armour.

And hers an alternative attempt at Emilie with a shotgun.
I like the red outfit and coat she ended up with better.

An alternative attempt at Emilie’s evil sister Lillian.
I liked this out fit but it seemed too complex, too much of superhero costume for an assassin.
So she got a motorbike and the much more complex strap top in homage to
Chaos! Comic’s Bad kitty

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Nice work, i look forwards to what you do next.
Now all we need is the mod you move this as it’s in the wrong place.

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The start was ceremonial as they both cut there fingers with there own blades.
Facing each other the many “insults” where repeated, with some how made then feel ever more trivial.

“Can’t we stop this? it was only a little spillage nothing really.
I don’t what to see him dead for it.” i asked Ragnheior.

“No Valius we can’t, this fight it has nothing to do with you getting mead down your chest.
For years Iarrarl and Bjarkmar’s daughter Amalie have fancied each other but
Bjarkmar has spent years trying to keep the two of them apart.” she answered.

“So she going to kill him, cutting Gordian Knot so to speak.”
Ragnheior nodded.

“Yes she’s going to kill him…”
The sound of Iarrarl’s spear whistleing thru the air stopped our chat, the duel had started.

Bjarkmar waved out from the spears path and darted forwards.
A lighting fast trust hit Iarrarl’s forarm opening in a wide gash.

As she jumped away a second thrust came sliceing half her left ear away.

Bleeding she wheeled her sword around, smashing it into the side of Bjarkmar face spitting open his jaw hinge.

A wild trust impaled the stone tipped spear in to Iarrarl’s hand.

Iarrarl roared in pain as she swung back at him, her blade hit his arm with the strength of a wild she bear, severing the limb at the shoulder.

Bjarkmar stared on dumb struck as the remains of his arm as gouts of blood pouring from the ruined stump.

With a final thrust Iarrarl drove her blade through Bjarkmar’s mouth shattering teeth and bone until it exited through the back of his neck.

For a moment Bjarkmar stood up right with the blade stuck in him as his eyes rolled back before he collapsed.

Iarrarl panted as she dripped sweat and blood from her wounds.

With a grunt she pulled the blade from the remains of Bjarkmar’s spinal column…
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“Kill it? She’s no it,and There’s no killing her.
Not with normal guns anyway.” she explained.

“So if we can’t use guns what do we do then?” Dominic asked

“We can’t kill her, but no one walks way from a face full of triple-aught buckshot.
I’ll go in first and try to draw them away.
You save the girl and get out.
Then we all meet up.” With a chunk Emilie ready her shotgun and headed in to the dark maze of grave stones.

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The air was cold and still as Emilie approached the graveyard.
It was all always graveyards, well sometimes it was old mental institutes or a slaughterhouse but mosty oculists where stereotypical at the best.

Slowly they crept forwards nearer to the clocked figurers at the centre of the graveyard.
Then she spotted her in the distance.

She stood out a mile, completely different from the others.

Standing alone, tall with long lean legs, her skin was pale and flawless with a slight glow.
Her purple eyes flashed, cat like and with cold wickedness.

Like a thunder clap it dawned on Emilie.
She was a homunculus, an artificial being given live by a black fusion of science and sorcery.

Emilie nudged the man next to her.
“The redhead, in black pants with the sword, she’s a homunculus.
At least her outfit makes seance now, all skin tight leather and rubber.
Knee high boots with stiletto heels and a tight corset.
That means one of two things, A and this is the worse case she’s a mature homunculus,fully aware and in control of her self.
So she dressing like that because she wants to show off her body.”

“Really? who chooses to dress like that” he questioned

“-Huhm- (Emilie pointed to her self)
That is unlikely so here’s the second, the cultists still control her and lets just say most of them don’t get out much.”

“Well  thank you for the history lesson miss Le Mort.
Now how do we kill it?” he asked.

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“What do you mean i’m to marry this Earconbert!?” Sveirj’s voice echoed

“Sveirja dearist, we really do need to make this alliance and this is the best way to do it.
I know he’s not what your after in a man, but he has other thing going for him.”
Bjorgolf Vetrlidason tried to calm his daughter.

“You know full well what i like and he’s not even close”

“Dearest please keep is down this is England, Earconbert’s father is a christian and they don’t understand what it is you like.”

“Don’t understand? What’s there to understand? I like other women that’s all”

“I know you do dearest, but just try to get on with Earconbert, he’s a nice boy just gentle with him”
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And i haven’t got any story for this last two.
Just an idea that its the same woman and she goes from a jungle warrior to a high tech spy.

Well some how she loses an arm and gets those scars, any one got an idea how?

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It only counts as one item even if you use two masks right?

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i’ve uploaded all the pics as a drop box file.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/pey5k54oc4lwsws/Pic%20for%20mwmdragon.zip?dl=0

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I’ve just noticed a problem, tinypic has changed all my pics to jpg.
If its a problem i can up load them else where.

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Two characters this time, the mysterious Skull Maiden and Bjarkmar the barbarian.
Both are from my short story A trip to the nothen reachs which you can read here.

First up is Skull Maiden, i like how the mask has come out and the spiked shoulder guards.

Next Bjarkmar the barbarian, much less going on here and he’s a bit too static.

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The villager were all inside the main hall, makeing merry after a hard days hunting.

Bjarkmar that was the man’s name, he spilled his drink, covering me with mead.

Iarrarl was in front of him before i could blink, shouting loudly about how he had insulated her honoured guest.

“I want blood for this, tomorrow at drawn, the forest clearing to the death.”
She was loud and blunt, calling him out for all to hear.

“Done, i will gut you like a fish and finally be free of you and your lusting eyes.”
He spat the last of his drink in Iarrarl face.

Iarrarl smiled as the mead dripped down her face…
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Frost hung in the air as i approached the site of the dual.
The entire village was peasant, from oldest the the youngest that waited, in a ring around the clearing.

Bjarkmar was an ugly man, a thick line of scar tissue ran diagonally across his face spitting it two.

With a vest of wooden scales covering his chest, a patted beard and a stone tipped spear in hand, he was the typical wild barbarian.

Ragnheior smiled at me as i arrived, and for the first time a could make out the scars running down her face.
She was dressed in a thick leather cuirass, held togeater with copper rivets, in her hand was a spiked fail.

“Well here’s the good news, Bjarkmar has never been in a duel in his life, and my sister has much-”
Suddenly she crowed fell silent and pointed to a figure at the tree line.

“a skull maiden, there will be much blood spilled today.” Ragnheior whispered to me.

From out of the shadows she came, a woman like no other tall and muscular, sliver mask shaped like a grinning skull covered her face save of a pair of with sea green eyes.
Her body was covered in sky blue markings that ran up her chest and down across the arms.

She stop in front of Iarrarl, fixing her with those enchanting eyes.

Iarrarl’s hands moved quicky, removing her armour and undoing the leather thongs that held her furs in place.
Striped nude to the waist save for a hide strip around her bust, she knelt before the maiden.

A twisting network of fine scars, coloured blue covered her body in a complex flowing patten.
Without a word the maiden drew her sword and with both hands on the grip she raised the blade above Iarrarl’s neck.

She lowered it slowly so that it barely touched Iarrarl’s neck, before she her self knelt before Iarrarl offering out the blade.

“.. She will watch the fight to see if Iarrarl is ready to lean the higher mysteries.
Or if need be send her on..”

The air was still as the skull maiden left the ring…

 

Art time
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The skull maiden

Iarrarl

Bjarkmar

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