Tekka Croe

Inktober 6: Tilted Lands
Even among the frosted crags of the far North can be found ruined aqueducts eerily akin to those dotted across the Southron Reach, a testament to the breadth of their builders' dominion.
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Inktober 5: Lunan Healer
Common legends hold that the violet-eyed tribes of the far North are descended of a pale people who fell from Luna.
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Inktober 4: Tower Approach
Though it is a landmark seen all across the reach's gulf, few ever make the long trek to the Moonrise Tower.
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Inktober 3: Gwen Weatherall
A veteran ruins-delver, she returned to her home village after winning her fortune as an adventurer. Though long retired, she's been known to don the old arms and armor when going on "adventurous" walkabouts with her children.
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Inktober 2: North Aultin Pass
The closest thing to a safe passage over the Indras, a fact which has contributed to the Southron Reach's historical isolation from its landward neighbors.
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Inktober 1: Halberdier
The humble Fighter is oft the durable and dependable core about which a successful adventuring party does its work.
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I'm continually surprised by people mentioning that they specifically look forward to my inktober stuff. I'm happy to hear it though, and happy to provide.

Traditional work: sketches for Dragon's Will. Shaking off the rust before Inktober begins.

Quick little Emotional Support Reina, while Loom has me locked in the Absent Log asset production mines.

lmao
The thickness is fairly normal, but the wearer is quite small.

I mean, you get kinetic bounceback from hitting bare-handed as well. In any case, the armor's powered elements help to absorb the extra force. The same fundamentals as unarmed fighting would apply: a strong hit comes from a strong stance.

It would be possible, but cumbersome in different ways. Between augmentations and armor, Reina has plenty of striking power. The dusters are just an extra edge if she expects to be fighting hand-to-hand.

Some kind of electrokinetic knuckle dusters? This seems like it would be an obvious feature of Reina's arsenal, and I've somehow not thought about it until now.

Wardrobe expansion for Reina, trying out a sleek long-sleeved style oriented toward cool weather.

Revisiting Karic's GI gear. Still needs further development, but a lot of details have firmed up and I'm happy with the overall direction.

An interpretation of the venerable old Shield Liger. May get developed further.

Refinement and clarification of Doc's updated design. I feel like this much better represents my intent for the character.

Floating.

I need to depict certain bits in greater detail, like the shoes, and the fact that the jacket's collar has a lightweight hood stuffed into it. I also want to design some sort of wrist-gadget for him (actually a little unusual for the setting; it's related to his cultural background).

Costume exploration for Irv. I've consistently felt that his past outfit designs are lacking identity, so I'm working to rectify that.

Multiple people have identified Doc as a Universal Century Man, and that makes me very happy as Yoshikazu Yasuhiko's work has pretty strongly influenced how I think about character design.

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Realizing that I seriously need to put more focus onto developing Doc's design, given his importance as a protagonist. Also testing adding some subtly fantastical eye and hair colors to the setting.

OPEN BLUE. GRAND WESTERN. SANDSTONE LAYS SIDEWAYS, TRACING LINES ACROSS THE DESERT. SOMETHING ANCIENT AND TERRIBLE HAS TURNED THIS WORLD ON ITS SIDE. But that doesn't matter to you, Filament. You choose, today and forever, to ignore the cracks in your dying world. Because as long as that turbine spins, as long as that hydraulic loop has pressure, your body has wings. And it means you'll be free. Even if you'll never know where, or why. Even if you'll never come home again. ENDLESS PATROL. ONE MORE CLEAR NIGHT. DON'T YOU LOVE ME, PILOT? The future is never. You'll never see her again, Pilot. Not between your sheets, nor the doorways of your home, and never in your arms again. You'll never remember that face, only the contours, contrails, burned into white vortex and wake at the corners of her smile. Remembering the trace of her hands on your back will forever be the same as surface flow, rolling and coiling and then pouring off into tides of unclean nothingness. Fluid dynamics. The depths of memory. You'll never separate us. It's all the same, now. The sea and the sky, dark blue to endless dark blue. Together, fingers interlinked, tendons and ailerons together. Infrared searching, eyes flitting. Thermal outlines of hips and canards and shoulder blades and weapon bays. Bodies, the same. Sea, like the sky. You're going to get into that cockpit again. Walk the line, that razor's edge. There's nowhere like the sky anymore, not for you. Come and chase the untouchable. Come find us, in the merge. That's where you'll feel it, one more time, Pilot. FIRST LOVE AND LAST AGAIN. MACH TWO AGAINST YOUR LIPS. TOUCH THE SKY, OR DIE TRYING.

ENDLESS PATROL. ONE MORE CLEAR NIGHT. DON'T YOU LOVE ME, PILOT?

You are more than the sum of your parts.
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Slow Days on Gaia: Home Depot Dream Girl Arc

Ancestress of our Youth

As a fellow Future Back Pain Sufferer, it's a perspective I'm deeply familiar with.

"How to talk to short people"

Not quite yet, but I've been chipping away at scripts for a couple of short comics.

My main characters during playtests were a Berahk (the little sketch for Tide-Hunters in the Ancestries section is based on him!) and Thornton Catman (Seen in the illustration for Cyborgs. He got really torn up in one session, and came back with a robot arm).