Today, for the first time in a shamefully sized temporal chunk, I worked on follower artwork.
I didn’t complete anything!
But I made progress. I will start working on this and getting all of your art to you as of now. All my personal projects will be set aside.
Now, if you’re on my raincheck list, the reply you gave to my “Thank ye for followin’!” ask is probably hopelessly buried in my inbox. Send me another one with what you want me to draw you and it will get done! (eventually™)
Here is my progress:
Red = to do
Yellow = working on
Green = complete
Not shown = Either green or you followed before I decided to start making art for people, in which case refollow if you want to jump in queue, or else I’ll just get around to you anyways when I’m done with everyone else.
feuerkind started following you
A note to all my newer followers: It’s come to my attention that some of you think I have fallen off the face of the Earth. This is not true. You will all get the follower art that I promised you. I apologize for my lethargitude.
A Land Called Elsewhere
The Wise Beast - Part 2
I nod to the beast, tossing a few coppers at its feet and waving dismissively. A Noble like myself would do nothing more. After reading the note I move in the direction of the lake. It must have been from my Magus. No one else would dare be so bold as to message me in public. I reached the pond in little time. Longstride boots will do that. And with great curiosity, I eyed the items hanging from the tree.
The beast clawed the coppers from the dirt, a jagged grin passing over its face as it picked up on the Noble’s thoughts. Bold, you think of me? No one else as bold as I? A twisted snicker escaped its jaw as it stepped into the shadows of a nearby building and emerged in the shadows of the blackwood tree by the crystal pond. We shall see how bold you are now, Noble, it thought as it began to hang items from the strongest branches of the tree. There was a rusty iron sword, a lantern filled with water, a torn silk robe, a tarnished golden goblet, and a fine quill made from the feather of a Groltyn.
It stepped back into the shadows of the blackwood tree and emerged in another shadow miles away. It kept a close eye on the markings on its wrists, waiting for the Noble to make a decision.
The Special Day
The Wise Beast
Postscript: chainerstorment started following you