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[Glass]

...necromancer man, you are terrible and stuff. This is four months dead.

[chaotic skies]

Four months old is within the threshold. After 6 they never come back, 4...there's a chance.

[hops]

It's not really in hiatus from lack of interst, it's more of lack of confidence in my ability to draw. So, give this a few year or less and it'll be back.

[Tiruin]

It's not really in hiatus from lack of interst, it's more of lack of confidence in my ability to draw. So, give this a few year or less and it'll be back.

Keep your early drawings for later afterthought We're OKAY with anything you draw because you put in the effort for them--case in point with you draw/art-a-daily thread. Cheers though!

[hops]

Are we, in fact, a mindless spirit of the dead who has no hands? If not, let's go stab that mindless spirit of the dead who has no hands. Just to make sure we aren't secretly a mindless spirit of the dead who has no hands.

You smack the poltergeist around a little more. You decided that trying to find an opening while these green annoyances take potshots at you won't improve your situation, and you might as well finish it off. With the creature dazed, you quickly lunge at it, stabbing through its.... ectoplasm. With all your strength, you tried to cut it in half, but it had the decency to wail and dissipate, sparing you the effort.

The septic eyes advance on you in pincer formation, keeping distance enough that it would be impossible for you to actually engage them. You step back towards the wheel-thing, but more monsters materialized, just like last time. Oh, yeah, you forgot to mention that.



Four skeletal reavers took form, their bones appearing from who-knows-where. Then the two fires died down. You deduce that meant they were the last of the monsters you had to fight. This doesn't seem to be a very difficult encounter.

Unfortunately for you, you're still sort of outnumbered.




Suddenly, you're LUTE SAFFRON again. You note this as a strange thing to note, as you have always been LUTE SAFFRON. You and Adel have heard the fighting, and guessed that it was your companion making them. You both get ready for combat, Adel taking his bow out from his Etheric Receptacle, and you your rapier-wand.

Adel: The cavalry is here!
Matara: eAAARGH!
Adel: Eesh, that looks pretty vile.
Lute: Septic blasts. Good thing I can clean that up quickly after we're done with this battle.
Matara: COULD YOU TWO STOP DISCUSSING VOMIT BEAMS AND HELP ME?
Adel: We're getting to it.

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A retcon to note: Lute now has a wand isntead of a staff, and his sartorial choice now makes more sense. Also sorry the production value went down the shitter. Coloring takes WAY too much time.

[Sl4cker]

LUTE: DO THE MAGIC
ADEL: DO THE SHOOT
MATARA: DO THE MURDER

[WillowLuman]

What're numbers? Math is for people that don't adventure for a living!
In all seriousness, help Matara not die.

[hops]

So.... this thread really degenerated into an artist's convulsing. Now, I'm not by any means abandoning the project, but I'm shutting down this thread. PM me if you want to be added to the list of people I'll notify about a clean start, I guess. I was worried that I might do the same things if I just restarted it, but really in all six pages there's barely any plot to retread.