The Stripper

This is a link.
HURHURHUR.

So, I was just doing some sketches trying to figure out what Selidor's Altar armor looks like... and then suddenly the old fashioned song, the Stripper, somehow got stuck in my head and the above happened.

Selidor took the crown from a treasury a campaign or two ago.

Hope I don't scare you too much.

Note that it is required to listen to the song while looking at the picture. It just enhances the experience.

More Selidor Art

This picture is actually pretty depressing. I was doing more with it, but then saved over all my progress in the background. Not only that, but I also saved it as a smaller file. Yet (if you're not sick of him)I thought you might enjoy it anyhow. His face has now upgraded to EVEN MORE DEFINED NOSE.

25 Expressions Challenge.

A friend challenged me to do this, and I chose Selidor for whatever reason. So I'm posting it here.

(Years upon years into the future, and they still haven't found the cure for the common cold.)

This is the link to the empty sheet. Should anyone else wish to do it.

Theory of a Twisted Smile

"RIP Huun
According to Selidor
You looked funny while dying."

Ah, so I was resketching out the Selidor I had put in Juanito's scifi notebook, so I could have a copy... but it kind of evolved. Yeah. And I have no freaking clue what the crap he's wearing. Powerarmor? Something he stole? A suit from a parenthetical dimension? Who knows.

Anyhow, need to finish coloring/shading Xzebo's pic next, and I want to post up my favorite MOAG story... So much to do, and a lot of time to do it in, luckily.

-P.

[edit] Oh look. The color scheme matches the blog title. Woot.

En'viere and Selidere.. I mean, Selidor and En'vior... I mean... whatever.

Man, it's been like an artfest on MOAG lately. I love it! Or as Selidor would say, "How fantastic..." Anyhow, these are just a couple of sketches I did for Juanito's scifi sketchbook of epicalness, scifi, and love. But mostly scifi.

I changed Selidor's armor a bit, and got his face to match more of how I imagined it. And I'm not sure if those are really what the Atrician armblades En'viere has look like... but her whole outfit reminds me of a praying mantis, so it makes me happy.





It's kind of light, but all the words say are their info and such.

And I'm going to throw in this one too before many people see it. Just a speedsketch of Selidor in a chatroom drawing program. Might make a good bookmark. Oh, and didn't like his eyes, SO I DESTROYED THEM.

Gelflonquin and her eye...

So I was able to get my tablet to start working, thus, I doodled during a MOAG session. The first picture is that of En'viere's cybernetic eye crawling about. The second was some lineart I found on my computer, I just outlined then colored.

-P.

Looks like gelflonquin.... smells like gelflonquin... maybe it is gelflonquin!

New species? No, just last time we played MOAG, I watched Dark Crystal beforehand so En'viere was endowed with some gelfling-like traits. First picture's watercolor. I hate watercolor. The second was sketched while MOAGing.






And then En'viere all normal like with my other character Elo'deir. En'viere is a greyish-skined, liquid-gold eye'd, space-elf assassain- and Elo'deir is a greyish-skined, golden eye'd, undead elf mercenary. I find my subconscious amusing. The only difference is that Elo is over seven feet tall and En'viere is just below five. And, no, don't question Elo's getup. His mercenary suit was at the cleaners.

Introduction of a Phantom

The silence was so great that one could almost hear the very mist roll across the hallowed ground. A Cheshire grin of a moon shone lazily in the sky, illuminating the graveyard in a soft glow… And then! Suddenly! With a crack of a scream, a hand lunged forth from the ground, breaking the soil about it and declaring that all the residents of this place may not be as dead as they should be. The decaying hand searched the surface that it had just discovered and wandered over to a laptop, laying forsaken on the cemetery ground due to the power of convenience.

The one hand sticking from the ground started typing excitedly on the forlorn technology, when, out of the blue, a shovel came and struck down the hand!

“Back off. This is my computer time.” Phantom Gravedigger said with a slight growl as the hand retreated back into the ground and while the sound of a pathetic undead whimpering was heard from below. She then slung the shovel, the ultimate weapon of course, across her back, picked up the laptop and walked over to a recently dug, and empty, grave. The eccentric mortician then proceeded to sit in the grave and type herself up an interesting and cheesy way of introducing herself on the M.O.A.G. blog. Hence, what you’re reading right now. Unless, of course, you have some form of telepathy or clairvoyance or such, and know what this says without reading this. In that case, good for you.

Ahem… Anyways, I’m Phantom Gravedigger. I’m related to, like, half the people here, and new at M.O.A.G. And, sorry for my noobness, but I’m going to spam the heck out of you with some sketches I did while playing last Friday. Note: En’viere is not epic in any way, shape, or form. She’s just there to look pretty. Kind of to balance out the hideousness of the rest of our team, I guess. The last picture is unfinished, btw. And sorry for the crappiness of the quality, my photoshop's not working.

-P.



By septimusphantom at 2009-01-07
By septimusphantom at 2009-01-07
By septimusphantom at 2009-01-07
By septimusphantom at 2009-01-07
By septimusphantom at 2009-01-07
By septimusphantom at 2009-01-07