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MONSTRONOMICON is coming!
At last. Took nearly 3 years. It was a huge journey for me, starting for abominable attempts with ink and watercolors (look at this and feel free to laugh!) to fully fledged digital drawing that I can be proud of. I learned so much during this time, getting into mediums and skills I never thought I’ll dare to tackle. The book is still cooking - while all the art is made and all stories are written, now it just needs to be assembled, edited and formed into an actual entity! It will take some time, but not much so… Soon.
For now enjoy the new cover art for the book! Brand fresh from the realm of flesh.
HERE WE GO! The linework is done, coloring on the way (even included a sneak peek) - Be their tattoos? Do I believe in cosmic influence!? Or is it some curious side project? Indeed, the horoscopes are coming - wacky, gnarly, and terrifying I promise. Soon…
072 - Charnel Fiend
Posterra is a breeding ground of the most monstrous nightmares. It was a place ltitered with terrible mutants, arcane abominations and dark gods long before the Dreadwake split the skies open and bled it’s fractal unreality into the material universe, casting it’s corrupting influence far and wide, aiding the creation of even more impossible horrors. To wander the face of Posterra by night, even in the few well guarded cities, was to court danger. Cunning predators stalked every ground in search of prey, but when their precision and practice can be a terror to behold, it was the crazed, unhinged entities that cast true dismay in the heart of every community. Lumbering, blood-madenned beasts, made of the weave of darkest dreams, of flesh knitted in grotesque combinatiosn, held together only by their inability to understand that they should not exist in the first place. These monsters are manifold, none ever alike to the other - a seemingly tossedf at random mass of teeth, glistening guts, muscles, sinews, excess body parts. Some by a sheer stroke of luck manage to get a mostly functional form, just enough to let them hunt for more meat to accomodate into their unholy frames…
#27 – Omaka and the Fetcher
Unfortunately for everyone, living in the many realms of Posterra is a privilege. One that can be revoked quite quickly and without much prior notice by one of many, varied and delightfully exotic threats that roam the shattered lands. From hungry giants to pissed off bog goblins. From mad sorcerers to rouge remnants of battle automata, lost to its hostile programming. Monsters most bizarre lurk in the dark places and beasts of titanic size reign over hills and plains. But of course it is always the lunatic touch of Dreadwake that breeds horrors most vile. Omaka is one of such misshapen creations. A menhir of sludging flesh, hiding glistening ropes of guts and a crystalline eye that mesmerize its victings, this crawling abomination scuttle on many arms it ripped from its victims to incorporate into itself. For such purposes it has its trustworthy – due to brainwashing through constant hypnosis – familiar in form of the Fetcher. An entity made of almost pure voidstuff, it requires constant sustenance of reality to exist, as it fades with every brutal second of physics pressing upon its unreal form. Fetcher makes an excellent servant – nimble, obedient and without any sense of self. If there is any glimmer of good news in all of this, it is the fact, that it dwells in the dark, forgotten places of the world. So be wary, adventurers – if you see a helping hand, make sure to double check what’s on the other side of it.
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