The Back Room

[Earth]

that looks like a clover, in cookie form.

[Iconic]

I always draw coats or robes, because I can't draw creases on trousers properly.

It also gives a distinctive style.

Have you ever seen madness combat, the protagonist looks like this.

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Now I know that doing something like that would be a bit excessive but if we jolt it up, look at the second pictures feet and feet alone, their the only thing important.

 

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Thats what the feet should be liked while the body will be a lot simpler.

[Seraphi]

Yeah, I like madness combat.

 

I'm not sure the artist connected the feet to the body properly in that picture, but the perspective and shading is pretty much perfect there.

[Earth]

that looks epic, really. you draw that, edel?

[The_Mather1]

that looks like a clover, in cookie form.

I think it was a cannabis leaf.

[Nexaduro]

Dusty beats the crud out of you at drawing, Mather.

[Nero]

that looks like a clover, in cookie form.

I think it was a cannabis leaf.

 

he still probably won't know what that means

 

more clear...

 

[Iconic]

I didn't draw it but I could draw something of that style but I need to try and scan it in to show you, I was thinking that we draw in the style of the first picture but with a lot more detail (resembling a smaller version of the second picture).

 

Ross, I think the feet are well connected but it also shows that it does look good to draw robed.

[The_Mather1]

Ehh, at least wait until his isn't just droodles made to mark the basic shape.

 

I made an epic picture while failing to make it simple, and I can do some great Richards. Thing is I have better things to do than draw here at home, wait a few weeks and I might have made another one at my cabin and brought it home.

 

Yeah, and last time I practiced drawing was never. Some forms of it are more natural to me than others.

 

And it's fun to draw thorn bush like things out of branching spirals...

[Seraphi]

In my defense, I did actually start with drawing Earth's character. Then I started thinking about other RPG characters and ended up with this. And considering I did it in like, 5 minutes... Meh.

 

I'll shade it later, can't be assed right now, and I'm still not sure it's good enough to be worth shading.

 

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HURRDURR I MADE AN ART.

 

And I will get around to shading it later. Maybe. Probably.

 

It really depends what I think when I look at it tommorow. If it's "Oh dear god why did I post this, they're probably all blind now" then no. Anything else, then yeah.

 

PS. IT IS STILL RELEVENT. THERE IS A TREE ON THE BOOK. NO I DO NOT CARE IF 80% OF IT IS OBSCURED.

 

PPS. Constructive criticism is always good, Mather. Doesn't matter if you aren't a good artist, you can still see things to be improved on any peice.

 

PPPS. I actually attempted to do creases on the robes. Are they any good?

[Earth]

me like it. you made me look less of an idiot than i really am as that charecter.

[Nexaduro]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

 

Just died in Demon's Souls, lost 100,000 of the game's currency. You need it to level up, and that's a crapload of "experience."

 

Damned soul reclaim system fails me once again.

[Earth]

i know, ive seen lets plays of it before, dude.

[The_Mather1]

Great work, Ross.

 

I didn't deny your critisism, I only told how one error made another seem like it existed. I fixed the neck on the drawing and as I said the head suddenly seemed the right size.

 

Also I'm sorry if I am a bit quick to enter defencive possition in/thus creating a discussion, bad habbit from the first Hege I guess.

[Nexaduro]

i know, ive seen lets plays of it before, dude.

NOT EVERYTHING IS FRICKIN' DIRECTED TOWARDS YOU.

 

Feels like you keep criticizing me for my statements when I wasn't even talking to you. Please work on that, it's much worse than your spelling problem.

[Iconic]

Come on guys, lets be civil.

I've being drawing monocles, who wants to be a monocle wearer in the webcomic?

 

Mather, I think it would be a good idea to create a new thread, this way people won't turn to talking about minecraft or whatever and we can work better.

I'm drawing at the moment but I will be able to scan some stuff in soon.

[Earth]

touchy? and dude, i aint critisizing you. i just have nothing to do, and in hegeonomy, you have to stay on all the time to make sure you dont loss everything. but actually, im going to go play xbox now.you guys are acting odd today.

[The_Mather1]

I can wear the monocle, together with the hat it should make me seem either approporiatly inapproporiate or inapproporiatly approporiat.

[Iconic]

I can wear the monocle, together with the hat it should make me seem either approporiatly inapproporiate or inapproporiatly approporiat.

It looks pretty epic actually, you'd look a bit strange for walking down the street but on paper it looks epic.

What do you want for a mouth?

I can give you a line, two lines, grited teath, smile, big bottom lip or an open mouth.

 

Also, I think it would be a good idea for you to make a new thread for this.

 

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For comedic value this happens when something funny happens.

[Seraphi]

We don't need a new thread for this.

[Iconic]

If we are going to make a full blown webcomic we shouldn't keep it here.

It depends how much people are willing to do, if we are just going to randomly make comics then I agree; it should be kept here but if we want to make a series then we definately do need a new thread.

[Iconic]

That would be nice but I don't have any secret writings that I could post here.

Who's interested about me setting in a post-apoc world with zombies, the tavern could be a dive/shack where we found barrels of vodka and gin and now drink and shoot zombies.

We'd be drunk and go on all sorts of adventures!

[Nero]

Maybe everyone should post an excerpt from some recent writings?

October 14th, 1806. The Prussian army, under the command of King Frederick William the Third, was defeated by forces of the French Empire under the leadership of Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte in the Battle of Jena-Auerstedt. The Prussian forces fled further East into Prussia, and Napoleons army sped after it, entering Berlin on the 25th. The Prussian forces under the command of King Frederick had held the city desperately, hoping that perhaps General Blüchers or General Hohenlohes army would come to their rescue, but the surrounding countryside remained empty, and the French smashed aside the Prussian resistance, and chaos was ripe in the streets of Berlin.

 

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Colonel Pierre Deroux entered the royal chambers of Berlin and looked upon the King of Prussia who stood resplendent in a horridly gaudy Field Marshals uniform. The shouts and screams from the streets could be faintly heard within the chambers, the soldiers of Marshal Louis-Nicolas Davouts III Corps taking part in the age old soldiers rights of the pleasures and spoils of a city bought with the blood of their comrades.

 

King Frederick nodded to the Colonel and stepped forward. There were other men in the room, servants and guardsmen of the king, a young boy, a French captain from the 1st Foot Artillery, two French sergeants of the 30th Line, a corporal from the 111th, and four privates from the 25th. They were men that Leroux had handpicked for this task, a task which had been given to him from the Emperor Napoleon himself. A more suitable candidate for the task wouldve been impossible to find, for to Colonel Pierre Deroux it was not the 25th of October, 1806, but the 3rd of Brumaire, Year 15 in the Revolutionary Calendar. To Colonel Deroux God was not a being in the heavens that watched upon his flock, but a man born in Corsica, and ruler of the French Empire. King Frederick held out his sword to Colonel Deroux and bowed his head gravely, It is with great sadness I surrender my arms to you, Colonel, to be entrusted into your care.

 

It struck Leroux as odd that Frederick had not managed to escape the city before it fell, but he assumed that Marshal Murat had sped his cavalry, fresh from their victory at Jena and Auerstedt, quickly North to cut the retreating armys escape route off, leaving them with only Berlin as a safe refuge. Leroux smiled at King Frederick, one that he had meant to be kindly, but Leroux was not a kindly man, and his face, bearing the faint marks of Pox that told of his lowly birth, only managed a menacing grin; the grin's malevonlence was certainly not helped by Colonel Deroux's jaw that jutted too far forward, his crooked nose, or his too small eyes that darted over the King and his surroundings. He reached for the handle of the sword and Frederick surrendered it to the Frenchmans grasp, Lerouxs men behind him tensing slightly as they knew the moment was close.

 

Leroux stared at the blade admiringly, tracing the smooth steel with his gloved finger. It was a fine blade, fit for a king, though it was too gaudy for Lerouxs taste. Such a blade would mark a man on the battlefield as surely as if he wore a crown of diamonds, and draw the fire of starved and rabid enemies. He ran a finger down the blades edge and snorted; it was dull, too dull to take into battle, but it would do. He turned his gaze back again the King Frederick and spoke, It is a shame, of course.

 

Frederick, thinking he spoke of Prussias defeat and the capture of Berlin, nodded his assent. A shame indeed, but there will be other opportunities! He joked, but the Colonels eyes narrowed as he shook his head vigorously.

 

No. I dont think there will be. He rammed the blade into Fredericks chest. The point, though dulled as it were, ripped through the Prussian kings skin and lodged in his chest as the blood ebbed into the blade's grooves, Fredericks face showing a convulsion of terror, pain, and surprise. Behind Leroux the muskets of his men banged and coughed smoke, throwing the Kings servants and guardsmen back, before the French soldiers surged forward with a growl and finished the survivors with bayonets. Leroux let the body slump and fall before kicking the dead kings chest and wrenching the blade free, pulling out his pistol and shooting the corpse in the heart for good measure.

 

What do we do with the boy, sir? It was Captain Dupont that spoke, gesturing with his bloodied bayonet to the table by the window, where the boy was hiding, crying to himself with his knees drawn up to his chin.

 

Leroux shrugged. Bring him here.

 

The boy screamed as two French privates dragged him forward, thinking that he was about to be killed. He hit them feebly before he was thrown to the floor in front of the French colonel. He looked up through bloodshot eyes at the man.

 

What is your name? Leroux said with a sneer, as if the kid were merely a stray dog that he regrettably must exert himself a small amount to see away.

 

The boy didnt speak. He was crying again, and Leroux very faintly felt the tiniest pang of regret deep within himself that he immediately crushed. He had a mission, from his very own God, and he would see it done. Leroux lashed out with his hand and backhanded the boy across the face, the smack of his body hitting the floor echoing faintly in the chambers, mixing with the sounds of breaking glass and sporadic fighting outside.

 

When you are asked a question, it is expected you answer it. A French sergeant was tearing apart a cupboard, looking for loot. Leroux didnt stop him, his job was done, save for this boy. He wanted to know who he was though.

 

The boy still wouldnt speak, and so Leroux dragged him off the ground by his collar and lifted him so they were face to face.

 

What is your name?! He shouted at the boy, and laughed as it brought about another fit of crying. Weak little thing, this is why the French are the rulers of Europe, because other men raise their boys to be crying lumps, fit only for a choir. A private behind Leroux chuckled and added his assent.

 

The boy finally managed the courage to look at Leroux, and the Colonels laughing stopped as he stared at back. He dropped the boy and hastily walked over to the dead Kings body, kicking it over so that he could see the face. He looked to and from the dead man to the boy who stared at him, a faint trace of defiance showing through the bloodshot eyes. Leroux smiled again, for the boy was not some servant or son of some aristocrat sent to learn the ways of the court. The resemblance was faint, but it was there; the boy was Frederick William the Fourth, and with a start Leroux realized that the boy was now King of Prussia, since his father had died.

 

Leroux had his orders - Kill the King. He had done that, but not quite. The old king was dead, but this boy on his knees in the room was now the king. His orders had said nothing about the boy, but they were explicit that he should kill the king. He slowly reloaded his pistol, ramming the bullet down the grooved barrels, all the while staring at the boy. He finished loading the shot and pointed it at the boys head.

 

It is a shame. He chuckled.

 

The sound of the shot echoed in the chambers loudly, blending seamlessly with the chaos that still gripped the city outside the palace walls.

[jasignhagj]

Reminds me, I havn't read the story of the great Transylvanian recently.

EDIT - I accidentally the whole thing...

[Nero]

Lol yes. I'm actually finally getting closed to finishing the game part (not the actual writing). I think I'm around 1760 in the game.