Seen in the wild @ Kublacon 2018 - Burlingame, CA. Let’s see if we get any takers.

Seen in the wild @ Kublacon 2018 - Burlingame, CA. Let’s see if we get any takers.

I want to see Rogues take this on!

I want to see Rogues take this on!

Originally shared by Ralph Horsley

Any Port…

Oils on primed illustration board.
Approx 18" x 24"

Interior Illustration for theDungeon Master’s Guide, 5e..

Original artwork for sale.

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Necronauts

Necronauts
#OctoberChallenge

Eidolon or Simulacrum:
http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Astronaut-s-Tomb-193767385

Floating as if untouched by gravity, the necronauts haunt the strangest of structures left from the old world.

They are ancient corpses wrapped in space suits that, when awoken,  seek to free themselves of this forsaken planet. They are purposeful in their actions, but mindlessly disregard the safety of those around them and will work to efficiently eliminate any who stand in their way. 

Thunders: Dust, debris and random objects begin to float as if weightless. Ancient klaxons and warning lights suddenly coming to life.

As seen on #SundayAMSwords
http://www.deviantart.com/art/The-Astronaut-s-Tomb-193767385

The Saffron Queen

The Saffron Queen
#OctoberChallenge  

Eidolon: http://www.city.funabashi.chiba.jp/kids/work/0007/p000477_d/img/002.jpg

Inscrutible behind her faceplate, The Saffron Queen dreams her dark dreams and charts her dark plans. Commanding the ancient might of ages past, she seeks to shape the future in her own image.

When ancient magics surface, can the designs of the Saffron Queen be far behind? Her minions, constructs, automata, and fleshier servitors scour the world, seeking the secrets of the past that lie long buried. It is said that all who have gazed upon her unshielded face have withered to ash at the sight.

Jovial becomes Poisonous when the Saffron Queen is present.

Thunders: Still-smoking bootprints burned into solid rock. The high-pitched buzzing of ancient devices.

As seen on #SundayAMSwords
http://www.city.funabashi.chiba.jp/kids/work/0007/p000477_d/img/002.jpg

Our Record of Sins and Troubles

Our Record of Sins and Troubles
#OctoberChallenge  

A book cast in bronze, everchanging when no one's gaze is upon it.

Written by a lost colony of exiles, Our Record of Sins and Troubles is an account of their plight and crimes that are too terrible to speak of but too vile to let pass unremarked upon. They bound the record in a bronze book and hid it deep within the ground where it calls out to wanderers, seeking someone to unburden itself upon.

Seeker of Our Record (Glum Mark)—The sibilant whispers of Our Record reach out through the earth to invade the unquiet mind.

Thunders: Books, scrolls and other writings going missing when they are most needed. Strangers confessing their sins to any who will listen.

Epidiah Ravachol, I thought I saw a post from you asking for favourite moments from #SundayAMswords games, but now...

Epidiah Ravachol, I thought I saw a post from you asking for favourite moments from #SundayAMswords  games, but now I can't find it.  Anyway, here's mine:

The #nomadic #warlord with the #menagerie.  He acquired his beasts of burden by ransacking a zoo somewhere.  His raiders ride rhino's, giraffes, bears.  Elephants pull his wagons.  Kleptomaniacal monkeys follow in his wheel ruts.

I'm just gonna hashtag ALL the keys words here.

Perils: Carumuri

Perils: Carumuri
It is known that several citizens from the city of Splendors are afflicted by a singular sickness: The Carumuri.

Like a plague, those demonic parasite infest their host's body till they are strong enough to leave. Those who bear the plague are marked by a languid look, like melted flames.

Thunders
Jovial - behind a door a man screaming in pain, and soon after a frenzied scratching on the door.

Glum - people dancing and feasting in a public garden, but their passion and euphoria it is ephemeral. On their faces they carry the cumbersome shadow of their inescapable destiny.


(It is the first time I try to do something like that, forgive me if it is lame!)

Perilous Phase

Perilous Phase

Glum - Your torchlight flickers off scales, and you hear only the hissing breath of the sleeping lizards in the cave. Amid them, sleeping just as soundly, a woman in black rags, her skin even in this dim torchlight unmistakeably blood-spattered. Yet she's not wounded. Her chest rises and falls in time with the that of the reptiles around her.

Jovial - The chanting in the cave forms a susurrus , emulating the hissing rasp of the reptiles coiled next to the altar. Strapped to it, a young man rolls his head around lazily, drugged or knocked senseless, too muddle to try to escape the woman with the scythe and ceremonial whip who stands over him, screaming prayers to cold blooded god. Her skin seems to glow red in the light of the braziers, and the chanting of the other robed men grows louder and more frenzied.