Inktober 2017 day 18

Writing again.  I hope to have time to edit a longer, more coherent story after this term is over for me. I have IT 101 next, so that should be a relative snap for me. I just have to install 15 programs for this class first.

I hope to have time to edit a longer, more coherent story after this term is over for me. I am mapping out about 6 more chapters for beginning and going to expand on the ones I have done.

I have IT 101 next, so that should be a relative snap for me. I should have a lot of extra writing time. I just have to install 15 programs for this class first.

Anyway, here ya go.

Barrel frantically dove in and out of cover as the once dim lit tunnels became a bright wash of weapons fire. He could see the faces of their attackers. They were bug-eyed and armed with long mandibles. Their faces looked as if they were merely curious, almost childlike but as one jumped onto Barrel and gashed at him it became apparent their true intentions.

It cried out at him in its strange gargling tongue “You come, you come now! We need to meet with you.”  Diana, who had unloaded a hefty amount of munitions down the hallway at the main cluster noticed the creature on top of Barrel. Smoke and dust had begun to fill up the tunnels. They would not be able to see much if this continued. 

She signaled to Specialist Juan and the group of men he was with to free Barrel. As they moved to him, however, they were set upon a host of creates, failing to stop the ones now swarming over Barrel. They slaughtered the ones that had set down upon them easily, but only specialist Juan was able to move close to Barrel. As he reached out to him his hand was bitten by one of the creatures. Grabbing it from the inside of its mouth he began to pummel it to an orange pulp before returning his attention to Barrel. He gasped as he saw barrel being drug down a long twisting corridor, clawing at the ground.

Alerting his sergeant to the situation, the sergeant asked Diana “Can you chase after him? They can’t do us much harm, but Barrel is already injured and they seem to be way to interested in him!” he said, gunning what soon became apparent to be the last of the creatures down.

It was surreal. As soon as they came, they vanished. They took their dead and wounded with them as well. The only losses sustained by the Glassoids, was an automaton that was too ramshackle to be fit for service in the first place. Diana pinged Barrels data pad. She had his trail. “Rally at this location. I will go retrieve Barrel. We are going to need him if we are going to open that last hatch. I doubt they are going to harm him. Just to be safe however, I’m going to go break up whatever little meeting they are having with him.” She had heard what the creature had said to him. She was curious on just what was so special about him. On top of that, she was annoyed. Her paint job had been ruined by the assorted gore of the creatures. It was Barrel’s fault in her mind. Getting him back would be a great opportunity to gripe him out for being captured.  

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            As Barrel kicked and screamed he remberd the words that his escorts had muttered about him. He thought about what he had done in this life to deserve such a fate. First it was the birds, now these overgrown bead bugs wanted him. It was all his flat he thought. If he had just remained quiet about the service tunnels, well, he could not guarantee that the birds would not have gotten to him but he most certainly would not have been in this mess right now.

“Sorry for the roughness, your friends where shooting at us after all.” One of his captures said. “We should have asked if we could have taken you. Too late now.” said another. Barrel was unsure what was happening. They were trying to be polite abductors. He appreciated that, but hated how he still did not know what was going on.

“May I ask, where are you taking me?” he inquired. He started relaxed, somehow instinctively knowing that they were nonthreatening towards him now that they had him. One of the creatures rattled “we are here, at the lair of our mind.” One of the creatures spoke. Barrel had to think for a moment before responding. “Lair of your mind? I’m not quite following you buddy.”

 As the creature set him down a loud voice rang out in his head. It was like the birds, but more regal and soft.  “I know you have some words. Questions. I can feel that, but first welcome to our home.” Barrel looked up and almost shouted. She was a large arthropod of sorts, millipedal and chitinous. Her many eyes circled his smoothed and stream lined head and its wide shape gave it an almost motherly appearance. It stood up in a way to make it look like it was a diplomat meeting an envoy. She blinked her eyes in a flutter, and made herself conferrable with an odd wiggle. Barrel stood to his feet and the creature straightened her vertebrae to address him.

“Barrel, Glassoid. I have no name nor title. I am served only by my drones who preserve me. The tunnels have been hollowed out and made wider for my habitation by me.  I am what you call a cryptid. Proud am I to have you as my gest.” She said. Barrel was defiantly confused. He would be asking for a whole year off vacation after this.

 Grabbing on to his belt he asked “Not to be rude ma’am, but what is all this about? I have seen and been around weird aliens, and foreign critters all my life. Why are you things taking an interest in me now of all times?” he said. Her drones looked at each other, pondering the same question.

 She began “To be honest, it’s just greed. I know the bird wants you, so now I want you too.” She said, crossing two of her large feelers like one would clasp their hands.

Barrel shouted, “So you want to eat me too?!?”  

Making what one could consider a chuckle she responded “No, no, no, no, Glassoid. I have all the substance I would ever need down here. Granted, if I did not, well, let’s just say that that idea would not be off the table. We creatures are extremely competitive with each other, that’s all. I cannot have the bird find hold of something that would benefit him like you would. Plus, he has been hunting my precious drones for some time now. I do this now, out of spite.”

“So, what’s up with this then? Why does the bird want me? What’s so special about me? And why am I down here with you?” Barrel responded, demanding an answer.

Moving uncomfortably close to him the creature began to tell him. “All Glassoids have gifts, dear Barrel. Your gift more so. We Xeno-spawn are not like the other fauna that are in the great expanses. We have grown and spread to be just as well traveled as your kin, and thrice times as numerus. We have grown and evolved alongside each other since the great birthing of our universe, and have come to see you for what you are. Barrel, you have a communion with us. You just don’t know it yet.” She said, watching Barrels now amazed eyes.

Barrel replied. “I have never known any Glassoid, or any other thing besides that to be able to “commune” with anything like you!” he began. “I know guys that can shoot fireballs out their eyes, or darn near fly, or eat bullets mid-air or even file their taxes by themselves. The only “gift” I ever posseted was being able to take my toaster apart and have half the whist to put it back together. You mean to tell me there is more to me that I even know?” he said with an eyebrow raised and his hands on his hips. She responded “well yes, that’s about it. Think of it like being a late bloomer.”

“A late bloomer? Really?” Barrel responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, we can’t all have it early.” She flatly replied.

Barrel shook his head “okay, so how does this “Gift” work? You got a manual?” Picking up a rock and playing with it with her feelers she responded “You are using it now. Most Glassoids can communicate using this method we are employing now, but yours his hinted. You can commune with us on a more personal level than others. Basically, it’s like being one of us, in a way.”

Barrel nodded his head. He began to think about all the times he had ran in to these creatures before. They always seemed to move out of his way, or help him find things, or even just be downright friendly to him. Apart from the bird, he has always felt like they were his friends to some extent. Before he could ask her his next question both he and the creature snapped to look down one of the long dark hallways leading to the chamber. The felt him coming.

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Breaking through the layers of concrete and earth, the bird arrived at the bottom of the tunnels. His master pet him as he dismounted. He could feel the multitudes of swarming life forms commixing to fend them off. He and his pet would make short work of all of them. He just had to get past there quean and take the Glassoid as his price. His peat grew hungrier and hungrier by the moment. He would have to hurry. He was growing hungry as well...

 

Inktober 2017 day 14

Not doing much tonight. just heading over to my best bro’s pop’s B-day party.

I’m about to run a test game of  MARUN universe.  The test game setting is going to be about a group of military commanders going to apprehend a misunderstood but dangerous criminal who has a vendetta against a mysteries star diva who wants to do them all in. Should be lots of fun. The setting is going to be on a swampy world filled with friendly and eccentric creaturs under the protection of the military.  I have some doodles of the main cast of characters. 

And here is the criminal. She is basically my character for this game. I’m going to flesh her concept out more at some point and use her as a canon character later on. The guys above are going to be canon too, at some point. 

At any rate, I will have more on this later. The inktober stories will resume Sunday. I’m using some of my weekend time to revise the first drafts of the story chapters and new things. Would be nice to receive some feedback after this is all done. Till next time!

Inktober 2017 Day 5

To days prompt was “Long”

I’m setting this one in my MARUN universe I am working on. I just created this species the Lo-Long last night after sketching the page for today. I will have to stat them out at some point.

Anyway, enjoy.

 

The Lo-Long was one of the more “normal” species the Glassoids have met in their travels.  Nuzzled deep within the realm of Amber Ridge, the Lo-Long was well concealed from the reach of the Gar-Fang empire and its slavers.  They were proud and noble to a fault and acted respectfully in all matters of state and formality. The sincerity and honesty they projected instantly made the Glassoid delegations  favor them. Being somewhat pleasing to look at helped in some regards, but overall it was their earnest nature that was their most attractive feature. They had some oddities about them, like the smell, but all organics smelled to some degree so that was only natural.

Diplomacy with them was simple. Being just barely a class 3 civilization, the only things they were focusing on was colonizing and expanding their people’s influence across as much of the realm as possible. The Glassoids had warned them about the encroaching dangers of the fang and how too much exploration outside the safety of their system would result in an inevitable and bloody confrontation. Still, they insisted on travel and, not ones to deny the rightful curiosity of a fellow sentient species, the Glassoids elected to act as guides to the Lo-Long.

            Now, they journeyed together. Trading ambassadors, customs, ideas and most importantly, arsenal with one another. The Lo-Long were not as warlike as the Glassoid, but they soon would learn to be. With the likes of the Gar-fang and its mysterious neighbor the Gesur-Blank just outside their northern borders, they would need to be prepared. Stronger and more aggressive enemies ruled far beyond thier simple sphere, ones that even the Glassoids have yet to best. The Tides of the Oggnear and the clamp of the Vortex Accord ravaged the northern quadrants in an ever-blazing dance of war.

Still, the Lo-Long was not detoured. Collectively, their species accepted their new role of students to the masters of the cosmos. The realms of Marun were calling them, and they answered.

 

2017-7-7 sketchnote

I have been busy this week. Getting school work crushed,  writing the story, working on the game rule book, programming practice and I just registered worldofmarun.com. Its not finished yet but it’s going to be the hub for all the MARUN stuff I do in the future. I was going to keep it on this site but I think it would be better to spread it out on different fronts. I’m sad I could not just register MARUN but some company has that domain, parked so what can a do?

I have just mostly been sketching Mibs this week. I should draw more of the other 15 Glassoids but right now I’m in the mood for mibs.

I want to write more stuff, but I have been pulling all nighters all week and I need to start sleeping normally. I suppose it’s true what they say when in college you can only pick two out of good grades, sleep, and a social life.

The hierophant

I should probably quit using acrylic paint like watercolor and just use my watercolors to paint. All part of the learning prosses I suppose.

Deviant Ink

Sketch

Lino and Hayquil 1

Deviant art link 

The Sketch