Category Archives: fantasy

The Decision

This started out as a Captain Kirk in the arms of an Orion woman thing-a-ma-jiggy, then I got bored, because I like the stronger women, so, similar to another I did, here’s a digital painting a warrior about to lead her people into battle. No new boundaries broken here, I just needed to keep theContinue reading “The Decision”

Stages

A triptych as my last digital artwork. I’ve run out of ideas and must find something else. The three paintings explore nothing, and maybe have some intrinsic meaning, but in my current state, I got nothing. I think the most fun part was exploring camera techniques, playing with blades, lens thickness and f/stop. Anywho, withoutContinue reading “Stages”

The Choice

I was lying on the battlefield, life slowly bleeding out. The sounds of battle faded to the moans of the dying with a chorus of vultures in the background. As the sun set on what was surely my last day in this world, and the cold damp of night settled in my bones, she cameContinue reading “The Choice”

Cold Revenge

Somewhere in the waters below her ship, Mary slowly swam forward, in order to reduce the disturbance of the water. She was certain the rain would provide cover, but wanted absolute surprise on the skullduggeries of her mutinous crew. Sword in hand, dagger in mouth, hair floating about her, and a match in her cap,Continue reading “Cold Revenge”

Madame Tia

I run a fantasy campaign where the world has evolved to the 1920’s. It’s set in New Orleans and has some Noir and Lovecraft vibes. Why? Because I see all these fantasy worlds where they are millennia old, but still stuck in sword play. Anyway, it’s going great so far. Over the last day orContinue reading “Madame Tia”

My Marianne is a Zombie Battlefield

‘Hold up, fellas!” I yelled. We were clearing the valley hotspot. It was dirty work. Some of the Zekes werefaster and craftier than the others, so we had to watch out when we put them down. The virus had decimated this area, everything was dead. Some of them retained memories, however basic, of their pastContinue reading “My Marianne is a Zombie Battlefield”