Funkmachine’s art.

[Funkmachine7]

Yep it time for more vikings.

Earconbert looks much less eager then Sveirj, but that’s the idea, he’s a sensible strait laced man that just wants to help his villagers prosper to her the adventurous free wheeler that wants to kill, pillage and fornicate.

 

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It had been a really bad day for Dominic, he was in a sewer, sweating inside NBC suit looking for Zombies.

“Well we have a body now but where the rest of it?
Eaten?” Dominic asked holding the torch steady.

Something splashed in the distance, then a sound echos “UHHNAARRGG!!”.

[Suleman]

Here is my part of the art trade. I did my version of Veiakere The Corinthian.

I only noticed you had made a newer version when this was already finished, so I made an alternate version:

[Funkmachine7]

It’s boat time, well that was the idea anyway.

[Herr D]

Boat time’s pretty good. You might next time make ‘spray’ or droplets of water. It would look more realistic than the Kahuna wave. A suggestion on how would be shrink and stretch the starfield background, make it look like rain instead, and mask it to something irregular, like one of the more complex tats. Only two items that way, anyhow.

[Funkmachine7]

Well it’s more ship like and the weather worse.
The rigging helps a little but the ship still has to short a free board.

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A Samurai and assistant Ashigaru gunner.

I’ve been playing a lot of mount and blade lately, Gekokujo in particular trying to become shogun.

[Funkmachine7]

Now with a hight scale

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Shamelessly Copied Inspired by This scene.

A Viking!

I’m still trying out different helmets.

A shouting berserk.

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A bit of a better pose.

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Swat team

Well the same officer in 2.5 and 3.

Walls crack and low does the strong hold fall!

One of these days i’m going put all the fantasy warriors together and do some actual story back ground for them.

[Funkmachine7]

 

It had been an interesting week ever since Sapphira grandma’s had passed away.

She was being hunted by cyborg zombies from the blackest depths of space.

Why? it was something to do the case.

She was lucky, how many people get there own guardian angel to pull them out of harm?

The tall blue eyed blonde was called Raven Celeste and she had mutted something about a gene de-encrypter.

After there flight from Travis-burg star-port, a working passage to the Rechworlds.

She was glade to be back on the ground and have clean air to breath again.

A week on Isolde Von Kreisel’s ship breathing in the sheared farts 500 cattle had given here a perverse hunger for beef.

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