While the prequel starts
I'm working on some other exclusive content for you, while we are doing the exposition. So that way, there's won't be a long break of the "good stuff."
2019-04-16 11:03:43 +0000 UTC View Post
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"That should do... for now," the dragon said to himself, just before releasing a stream of fire that incinerated the wretched book of demonology, in less than a second reducing it to a tiny pile of ashes. Beating his mighty wings, the dragon proceeded to take off and fly spiraling into the moon, reflecting with much amusement on the folly of mortals and their fortunate irrelevance within the grand design.
Wow! That's the last image in Tale of the Three Swords.
I'm going to take a few days as we get into the new story.
I'll be starting the prequel. Since I'm writing and doing art both, the images will come a little less fast, but don't worry. I probably can't do two a day, but I'll try for one. &...
2019-04-16 07:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post
of the swamp
The witches are coated because they are in the process of picking themselves out of the mud, but the poor leprechaun girl landed headfirst in the mud and got stuck, so her legs are still pretty clean.
2019-04-15 07:00:01 +0000 UTC View Post
When the prequel comes, bear with me for a little exposition. It will take a little bit for things to get saucy, but you'll appreciate knowing the players and their motivations when it happens.
in the midst of which a thick, blunt mandrake entered the cleft of howling Sibylla's upturned, alabaster tush
and lodged itself snugly inside her tight, puckering butthole
mandrakes and leprechauns collided with each other in the howling rush
The storm was now a merry-go-round of assorted debris of the Misty Isles:
witches, gowns, pine trees, toadstools, toads
I know leprechauns are male, but I thought this chubby little leprechaun was a lot more interesting!
2019-04-10 02:00:01 +0000 UTC View Posttearing up trees, shrubs, forest animals and will-o'-the- wisps in its violent path.
and finally set off in the direction of a nearby murky swamp
The tornado grew in size, flinging the bawling witches around and around
and depriving them of their clothing article by article until all nine of them were as naked as the day they were born
Eventually, the steadily rising wind turned into a whirlwind, which picked up the nine sorceresses
but the powerful wind instantly drowned out her voice, and the elevation of her arms only caused her gown to flutter upwards even higher, giving the whole assembly an unobstructed view of her lush, ebony- colored bush.
Suddenly, a burst of wind flooded the clearing, extinguishing the bonfire and sending every sorceress's gown flying up in her incredulous face. Sibylla raised her hands to begin an incantation
"IT WAS A DECENT IDEA AND IT AMUSED ME GREATLY. STILL, ALLOW ME TO "DIVERT" YOUR PLANS BEFORE YOU CREATE AS MUCH UNNECESSARY TROUBLE AS YOUR ARROGANT SISTER DID."
"I HAVE HAD MY EYES ON YOU OBNOXIOUS LITTLE TROUBLEMAKERS EVER SINCE YOU WERE BORN. I FOLLOW YOUR EVERY MOVE. I HEAR YOUR EVERY WORD. BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME -- I HEARD YOU WERE PLANNING A LITTLE *AMBUSH*..."
"AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT I WON'T BE SUSPECTING IT THE MOST?" a deafening voice boomed across the vale, sending a swarm of ravens darting from the treetops in cawing alarm. "Wh-what? How... how is this possible?" Sibylla asked, trying to locate the source of the voice.
"Once we attract the interest of a powerful lord of the Abyss, we can ambush the dragon in his course between heaven and earth, just when he suspects it the least..."
"Only this: Since we know that our enemies have friends in high places -- VERY high places indeed," the sorceress rolled her eyes heavenwards, "why not attack on both fronts? Let us... ahem... divert the attention of that pesky dragon in his heavenly realm while our terrestrial forces make short work of the Easterners down on Earth..."
