Blake And Hanuel Talk Meditation

Haneul: Blake, are you feeling ok? You’re looking a little distant again. Can you hear me?

Blake: Hnnh? Oh. Yeah. I hear you. Sorry, I was…gone for a minute there.

Hanuel: Gone as in..? Are your powers ok? Have you made sure you kept up with your meditating?

Blake: Meditating…? Why would I be…?

Hanuel: Because Lavinia told you it’s important! It’s the only way to stop your powers running rampant again! Oh Blake, you have to pay more attention!

Blake: Running rampant? I’ve been having a hard enough time trying to get my powers to do anything at all, let alone go wild. That’s kinda the problem. Hence, Magician. If there was risk of them going crazy, I wouldn’t be using your Catalyst Stone, would I?

Hanuel: That’s true… Maybe it was important for a different reason then…

Blake: Wait, what? You mean, you’re not even sure what she said?

Hanuel: Well, no, I just remember she said it was useful and that you should do it. I sort of filled in the rest on my own.

Blake: Haneul! You’re such a drama queen!


Rough Haneul


Because it wouldn’t be right to have Blake without Haneul, have a rough Haneul doodle too. I wanted to do some fun coloured background stuff with her too, but it didn’t turn out nearly as effective, or dramatic. I don’t dislike it though. She makes me think of watermelon…

Rough Blake


So the rough ink-only images of Aubin I found made me think that it’s probably a good way for me to make sure I keep drawing even when I don’t have the time/motivation/ideas to do something that’s actually productive (like that big list of character sprites that’s still waiting for me to give it some attention…) So I did some more.

One Blake, enjoy!

The Star Think About Names

Hanuel: My family used to spend a lot of time in Esperant, so I’m pretty familiar with it. My mother said she came here once a little while before she fell pregnant with me, and had her cards read by one of the fortune tellers. The old lady told her that she would have ‘a daughter like the sky’, so when I came along she named me accordingly. Just as well Air’s my element really, or that would have been odd! Speaking of names though, Percival, where did yours come from? It’s not a very magical name at all; it sounds more like a Knight’s name.

Percival: It’s not a very magical name because my parents weren’t expecting me to be magical; I’m the first Mage in our family for several generations apparently.

Lavinia: Well, your mother would have been around magic quite a lot after coming to work for my family, wouldn’t she? Perhaps that held some sort of sway over it.

Percival: Most likely. We’re still unsure how I managed to come about being ‘Destruction’ elemented though…

Colourful Rosario

Rosario + background

So this was hanging around in the same folder as the Cassian one, and although it’s not quite finished (hence the badly-coloured waistcoat), it’s unlikely I’ll ever actually tidy it up, so I figured I may as well just put it up as it is. If nothing else, you can see how much fun I was having with ol’Computones again. There’s another one of November using a similar technique, but that’s even less finished than this one, so I’ll spare you that.

Fun Cassian

Cassie graphic

Found a fun coloured version of That One Picture Of Cassian hanging around, and thought I’d share it. Please forgive me while I take a moment to lament the loss of my screen tone program…

If I can ever recovered my old version of Photoshop, it may make a return, until then I shall just have to look through all the unfinished WIPs and contemplate what could have been…

Alas poor Computones, I knew them, Horatio.

Mzenrich Contemplates T’anasis

“I hate to say it, but I fear you may have to seek the aid of a Maitre… Though I don’t believe his condition to be life threatening, there is sore little I can do to ease him of it…” The healer confessed, apologetically. It was clear that saying such hurt him almost as much as it worried the young Sorcerer, but sometimes the truth was unavoidable.

Mzenrich folded his arms, and leaned his back against the doorframe, his eyes settling once more on the ill man. Any and all attempts at healing him, magically or otherwise, had left little to no impact, and that was even with the adjustments made in accordance to the man’s seemingly Elven nature. Nonetheless, Mzenrich couldn’t help but feel that they were giving up too quickly; that they had missed a piece in the puzzle that would have easily provided the answer. Maybe it was time for him to try his own methods, as unconventional as they were.

“Sir, if I could be so bold as to make a suggestion, I think taking a sample of the patient’s blood might be in order. I have a few pieces of equipment that can help us analyse it better. It believe it’s worth testing before we send them off to Florinye or wherever else that they might find a Maitre.”

A look of pleading came into the young Sorcerer’s eyes at this suggestion. “If you can, please do! Travel even to this part of the city was difficult enough with T’anasis in such a state, I’m not sure how we’d ever manage to get to Florinye..!”

Mzenrich looked back at his superior, as if awaiting permission. The healer folded his arms, his expression one of thought. After a moment’s hesitation, he nodded slowly. “I suppose it can’t do him any harm, we can at least try. Though, Mzenrich, please be careful if you’re going to start dabbling with burners and powders again…”

The would-be Alchemist could only smile wryly. “I will. All right then, can you pass me the syringe please?” His request was quickly granted, and though his approach earned him a growl from the yellow-eyed man at the Sorcerer’s side, the patient himself seemed to have no objections to the needle.

“Be careful it doesn’t…touch your skin…” the pale man said, weakly, his eyes half-lidded from weariness.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’re contagious.”


As the blood was drawn into the syringe, something about it struck Mzenrich as odd. Although that was due to be expected, given the nature of the situation, he did not think it was simply illness that caused this peculiarity. No, instead he half-suspected that the patient was not an Elf at all, and that this was the blood of a race that they were entirely unfamiliar with. His mind immediately began to race with ideas and possibilities, just what revelations might await them once he’d placed this under the microscope?

“Is that all you need for your tests, Mzenrich?” the healer asked, noticing the peculiar look in his assistant’s eyes.

Mzenrich’s attention snapped back from the syringe as if with a visible jolt, and he nodded sharply. “Yes, this is all I need. I’ll go and test this now, but I think I might already know where we’ve been going wrong, even if not how to make it right yet.”

The healer nodded, slowly. “All right, you do what you must and let me know anything you can. In the mean time, young master Aubin, is there anything I can do for you?”

Mzenrich did not stay to hear the Sorcerer’s response, he was far too eager to begin his experiments. The more he considered the syringe’s contents, the more he began to contemplate what approach he should actually take.

The Voice Of Hectaythe, Hyperion

Ruby trailed behind Hyperion at a comfortable distance, established after many long years spent trying to avoid treading on the hem of his robe. It was perhaps not the best distance for conversation, but it had never been much of a problem for them. Besides, it was only on the narrow walkways of the Conscitionis that it was even necessary. She glanced down at the city below them and wondered not for the first time why it had been built in such a way, seemingly hazardous for the sake of it. But sadly, unless she found herself a dragon, it would be a question she would never hear the answer to; not even Hyperion was old enough to remember the city’s founding.

“Say, Hyperion, I have a question for you. Forgive me if I’m over-stepping my bounds, but are you actually immortal? I’ve always wondered.”

Ruby didn’t need to be able to see his face to know that she had made the Sorcerer smile. “No, not by any means. I am simply… long-lived.”  There was nothing simple about it, from what Ruby understood, but that was hardly the direction to press in if she wanted any answers from him. Conversations with the Sorcerer were a complicated process, not many people had her patience to pursue them.

“But you are human?”

“You already know that I am.”

Ruby suppressed a sigh, and reconsidered her question. “I mean, she hasn’t done anything to physically change you, has she? Sometimes, when she’s…with you… you look as though you’re in pain. It had me worried that something was actually happening to you, and that that was why you’ve lived so long.”

Much to Ruby’s surprise, Hyperion glanced over his shoulder to see her. “You were worried about me?”

There was a quality to Hyperion’s expression that made Ruby smile broadly; a vulnerability that served to remind her, and anyone else who should chance to see it, that for all his splendour he was still a person of his own. She took slight pride in bringing it about.  “Of course. I’m not one to question a goddess, but if she’s hurting you, I’m still not going to take kindly to it.”

“She doesn’t hurt me. It is simply a little overwhelming sometimes. I doubt any mortal could ever really serve as host to her. Why she did not choose from among the Elves, I don’t know…”

“Have you ever asked her? Why she picked you?”

“I…did not see it as my place to do so…”

Ruby paused in her footsteps, a look of conviction on her face. It was something Hyperion had always admired about her. “Then I’ll ask her, if you like, the next time she’s with you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that she shouldn’t have. Heck, I would probably have never met you had she not. I just, well, one can’t help but wonder about these things.”



Another one I found from the Inktober stash. Sadly, I think that’s the last of them. Guess I’m just going to have to try a bit harder when it comes around this year!

Aubin Ink Sketches

So I was rummaging through the archive box the other day, and I found some of last year’s ‘Inktober’ doodles. Needless to say, I completely failed at the target of drawing every day, but I did, apparently, get some rather nice little images out of it. Including, it seems, this set of Aubin.

Aubin-Rough-03       Aubin-Rough-02


As someone who normally draws everything out in minute detail in pencil first, drawing straight in pen without being able to correct any mistakes was a massive challenge, as I just had to kind of ‘go with it’. So yeah, there’s a whole host of different issues with them, (for a start, I don’t think even Aubin’s waist is quite that thin!) but what the heck, I like them enough.