Saturday, December 31, 2011
Dwarf
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Apple Studies
I've added a new page of resources to my blog >here<. It's a lengthy list of links that I find useful. They're sources of much information and inspiration.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Isometric Game Art
See more of Hartacon:
https://www.facebook.com/HartaconTactics?ref=hl
http://www.indiegogo.com/hartacon-tactics/x/1985060
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Update April 2014
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Currently, and for the past year, I have been working on CasinoRPG, which involves a ton of isometric art.
Check it out at CasinoRPG.com
http://casinorpg.com/
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
The Dancing Dagger
I recall a few years back of a hunter that shot an arrow at a bear down in the grasslands. He created a lot of ruckus throughout town about it. Apparently he feared for a young girl who was alone in the same area. Of course he was probably just seeking attention, as many do these days.
Now I’m not saying that I believe this, because I don’t. But recently there was word of more sightings along the roads that pass through the deep wood. Apparently both traveling bandits and royal guard alike have been attacked by a mysterious wild girl. Hah! I mean I truly do laugh at the mere thought! Still, these so called survivors often refer to their sighting as a “savage beast girl,” a “shadow of death,” or a “crazy *&#@!” However, as word of this girl’s combat prowess passes from town to town, she is most commonly referred to as the “Dancing Dagger.” This started after our king’s champion swordsman came retreating into the city gates one cold morning, all bloodied and maimed. You would figure him mangled by a pack of wolves. With a sputtering tongue, he confessed of his encounter with half-naked girl with feet so swift they appeared to never touch the ground, and with a blade so furious he could parry no strike. Personally I think he just took a tumble and hit his head, but other folk seemed to believe him.
Now it seems like every self-proclaimed master of combat has journeyed into the wilds in hopes of challenging the illusive girl. Apparently the king has promised gold and glory to the one champion to bring him the head of the Dancing Dagger. That’s all just hearsay to me, but there is one thing that I know for certain… The beasts beyond the walls have mercy neither for the lost, the weak, the young, and certainly not the foolish."
Monday, November 7, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Rumpelstiltskin
Friday, October 28, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Lava Loops
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Bouguereau Study
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The Emperor's Nether Gem
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
My Friend, Boo
“Boo wasn’t like the other bears. He trusted me from the start, perhaps because we were the same in a way. You see, we were both alone in the world. So we grew up together, though I must say he grew a lot faster than me! Oh I remember those warm sunny days when we played in the fields of tall grass. Boo grew so big and strong! You should have seen how he scared off that pack of wolves one time! Nothing in all the forest could touch me with Boo at my side. We were a great pair actually. Boo would catch fish from the streams, I would light a warm fire. Though I suppose I needed him much more than he needed me.
One cool and misty morning, I was riding atop Boo as we came upon a quiet stream. I hopped down to for a quick drink. All was silent and calm, when a fluster of quail sprang from the meadow a few paces upstream. Suddenly a tribesman leaped out with his bow drawn. That hunter, that ignorant fool! He let free an arrow at Boo, just one grave arrow before he turned his scrawny tail and ran. He fled in fear of being chased. He must have seen the beastly rage in my eyes! Boo however, was stunned, limping in circles over the mounds of mud and grass. After long minutes in agony, his weight collapsed to the ground.
Now here I wait with Boo. I can hear his pain within each shortened breath. With each exhale his mighty strength is drained. There is no rage now, just the ache of my gaping heart. I can do nothing as my friend’s life slowly fades before me.”