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I figured this would be a cool adishion to the site. I know some people, at least me, consider themselves artists. Be it poems, short story's, pictures, jewelery, crafts, what ever... I know i personally love to show off my art that I'm proud of and like to get peoples opinions on it so i figured I would start a thread for people in the guild to post some art and other people can take a look at it and tell people what they think. I think the only rule should be don't be cruel Constructive criticism is OK, but don't be just flat out mean.

So i guess I'll start off first by dumping a few need pictures and a poem in here. ^.^


http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg296/xElementalxWarriorx/ZimothosTheHalfDragon.jpg

This is my latest picture and I'm REALLY proud of it. This is one of my oldest characters, Zimothos Datree. He's had a couple verson in a couple game worlds, this one depicted hear being the Zim that's in my D&D game that I'm playing in/running right now. Zim is a Sorcerer 4, Duskblade 1, Dragon Disciple 7 right now. This picture above is what he will look like when he gets to Dragon Disciple 10 and becomes a half dragon. He kinda loses the ability to were bracers and a shirt in the transformation because of the arm frills and the wings, however overall he gets much cooler in my opinion. Lia (Zim's Girlfriend/Lover in game played by one of my best friends Val) absolutely loves Dragons and kinda has a fetish for them so she has been watching Zim's progression into the Draconic world from level 1 sorcerer human farm boy to soon to be level 10 powerful warrior/adventure half dragon with much enthusiasm I showed her this picture today and she squealed with excitement knowing that that was going to be hers. Zim has alot of fascists, quirks, and depth to his personality despite kinda coming off as a good person willing to help. Zim in game right now, and will be once he becomes half dragon, is only 15 years old. (He started adventuring when he was 14... village attack kinda kicked him from his home. And Lia for a matter of fact.)


http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg296/xElementalxWarriorx/KumaIdriov.jpg

This one you all are probably really familiar with. This as you know is Kuma, the Sallaffarian Kuma. You can tell by the clothes he's wearing. In Sallaffar he just had a leather vest his mom made him and in the X-Men earth he wears a puffy black vest and tripp pants. I'm working on that picture currently. ^.^ The link below will take you to the full sized picture. I use that smaller one in the RP to help cut down page size. I was really, and still am, proud of this picture because i had never drawn an anthro bear before. I had some help from some other pictures i found, however the Kuma look is all mine. I took basic facial structure from someone else, however his features and how he's drawn is all mine. Kuma as you know is mostly a goof ball, however his creation was dived from trying to make a Totem Animal Character. My totem is bear, so i made a character that exemplify the power of bear. Kuma's personality is a mix of my own and the totem animal, so in more ways then one, Kuma is and acts like me.


http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg296/xElementalxWarriorx/ZimInHisArmorNobackground.jpg

This was one i did a wile ago, one of my early attempts to draw Zim. This was him after his first major battle. They fought a very young green dragon and Zim actually was the one that killed it, or got the final blow in, and he did it with a sword he picked up the other day wile wearing present clothes. The rest of the party members had there own weapons and armor and since they were so impressed with what he did they skinned the dragon and payed to have a custom set of green dragon armor made for him. this one I'm more proud of the Armor then anything else. I think it looks fantastic. I just see alot of problems with how i drew Zim. He skin is not that dark, his face kinda bothers me, and his hands at the time i just couldn't draw so i left them as such. You may notice that the picture here shows him with a sword (the one he killed the dragon with) and the one above shows none. Zim thought his dragon disciple class got claws and teeth and where he still has a very fine sword he wants to enchant, when the s**t hits the fan he goes tooth, claw, and spell. This was before he started to exhibit draconic tendency physically


http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg296/xElementalxWarriorx/TalonperilsHolySymbol.jpg

This one is really simple. In my D&D world I have some custom gods. One of them is actually an old character of mine that attained God status. His name was Talonperil and him with his best friend Rytan helped stop Grummish from taking over the world. In the end becoming gods themselves and gaining followers. Talonperil is the god of good dragons who carry riders into battle, magic, protection, and adventure. Rytan is the God of Dragon Riders, destroying evil, and hunting evil dragons. Together they have a good sized following across Sallaffar. This is Talonperils holy symbol, a runed Silver Dragon Scale. The reason why it's runed is Talonperil basicly turned himself into a walking magic item weaving the magic into his own body. A scale like this was said to be given to his first priest when he asked for a symbol to rally the faithful under.

OK.. enough pictures... I have one more thing I wanna share with you... a poem I wrote this wile sitting naked in my computer chair late one night and got the impersonation It is ofcorse entitled... naked.

So here i am sitting naked and alone
Wondering truly if theirs really anything more
To the world, to love, and even to life
If there is then why is the world filled with such strife
Theirs war, and anger, and horrors unfound
How can they exist with such simple pleasures around
Nothing to stress, nothing to hide
Just my bare naked a**, sitting humbly by
A scratch of the nuts, a swig of my drink
That's what started this, my late night deep think.
In this state i am naked, in this state i am free
No anger is present, not an ill thought within me
So what is the secret to this calming sensation?
And how can i spread the world of it all across the nation.
Could it be my drink? maybe that's the reason.
However mountain due you can get no matter the season
Maybe my chair, so soft and reclining
Maybe that is the reason my stress in declining.
No that can't be it, it's simply absurd
There are many chairs like mine all around the world.
So what could it be, that makes me so relaxed
That makes me so care free, then i realize the facts
"I'm Naked!" I shout, I'm simply buck a** nude
Even though such a state would make same think me lude
But it all makes sense, it's all so clear
So i shall tell it you, let all the world hear
Bras they do pinch, and under where dose bunch
Nice suits they get wrinkled, and white shirts where your lunch
Sandals are to sandy, and sneakers are load
And if you where only spandex, you can be picked out of a crowed.
With turbans to tight and and hoods far to hot
With socks eaten by dryers and and a myriad of frocks
These clothes, all clothes, they are just to much
The world would be happier if everyone was in the buff!
No more silly uniforms that you must where to work
Or mothers groaning about there kids playing in dirt.
The world would be more relaxed, and OK with there skin
Because everyone here would be wearing it with a grin.
Hate would fade, as love and happiness come about
Slowly but surely, the world would shout
"I'm naked and happy!" oh what a great day
When the world is naked, everyone will relax where they may.
However the world is still dressed, and n***s still thought to be obscene
By close minded people who can not see my dream
So I'll sit here in my chair, naked as can be.
Trying to spread my word to all, so care to be naked with me?

here is some avi art im proud off i drew this when gimpi was still evolving that should tell you how old this picture is



this is a pic i drew when gimpi first came out



this is a cat with a mouse lol



this is a chibi i drew a while ago of whosaprettykitty



chibi me not to long ago

Alright! I have more art. Two things to put up to you right now... One of them is a picture and the other is a short story. I'll give the picture first. ^.^ Hope you like it, comments always welcome.


http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg296/xElementalxWarriorx/ZimothosTheCommoner.jpg

You mite not reconise this guy, however you have seen him before. If the giant golden leaders didn't give it away, this is my D&D character Zimothos Datree. Of course when i posted him before he was a shirtless half dragon toting a pair of flint lock pistols. What happend you ask? Well we don't start off epic now do we? This is Zim at the start of the "Shadows Of Tal'Kourm" campaign. He was nothing more then a 14 year old orphan who did his best to survive growing food for himself on his parents farm and doing odd jobs around town. He had just managed to snag himself an apprenticeship at the local black smith when adventure in the form of a ballsy goblin raid on his town knocked on his door. At this stage, he was nothing but a level 1 human Sorcerer with his fathers old crossbow and a work knife in his belt. Those were the only weapons he had access to, aside from the minor magics that he could wield. No armor, no neet items, no adventuring gear other then what he had in his house, the poor boy didn't even have any shoes. Funny how life can change ya huh? This is the first (really the second but the half dragon picture was drawn not with that intent) picture in a progression i'm drawing for all the characters that are in that game. Every major change in the character as they grown will have a picture drawn of them at that stage. Of course I'm drawing my own character first. I have one more picture i need the draw and then i gotta photoshop them all to finish Zim up. Next will be the party's warrior and Zim's lover Lia Nailo, an Elven Weapon Master.

Ok... Next up is a short story that i wrote as a prolog for a book that I'm writing. It's a gaming book for a new game that I'm making called "Mystics Edge." The prolog here as it will appear in the book is suppose to give a feel of the game. A highly magical world thriving under the modern mortal world hiding in plane sight. The story's called "Crossing the Edge."

“Crossing the Edge.”
A short story by Samuel Hart

The alarm went off, six o'clock sharp, like it dose every morning with out fail. A groan came from under the blankets and pillows, a hand raising up and smacking the table a few times around the clock before clicking the snooze button and stopping the assault on unconsciousness. After a few more minutes, the mound of bedding lurched the life and took the shape of a young man, slowly sliding off to reveal what lay beneath.

Arron “Siggy” Parthon was a strong looking boy on a small frame by the age of 21. He had an athletes body, strong muscles sharply defined on his body with a six pack reflect the morning light as his short auburn hair fall just in his face, just able to obstruct his view with it's length. Peeing through the veil of brown hair at the morning light cascading through his dorm room was a pair of beautiful blue eyes, speckled with emerald flakes. As he looked about the room, Arron rose to his feat dressed in only a pair of boxers as he opened the shades on his window to let the light fully flow into his room. This lighting the area as well as forcing him to wake more fully.

“Ulg... What a day... Blindingly bright. Warm for this time of month however, that will be nice.” He says as he looks out over the campus from his dorm room in the Forest Pine lodge. Arron was a student in UMAS Dartmouth. A student of Art, he majored in Illustration and was in his Junior year at the university. Looking to his calendar, he marked off the previous day and looked to today's date. “Thursday, March 15th. Alright, Kendo practice today!” With that, he went to get dressed and prepared for his morning classes.

Arron, or Siggy as his friends called him, had strange tastes when it came to sports. Most liked football or soccer or baseball. Not Siggy, he enjoyed a different kind of sport and perused it with great passion. Kendo, the art of Japanese sword fighting. He got into the sport when he was young, being taught by his uncle before he passed away when Arron was 8 years old. His parents saw how much it meant to him so they enrolled him in a local Kendo school in Boston where he lived at the time. At the school he was technically not allowed to have any of his Kendo swords, however he knew the administration and they had an understanding that as long as he kept his swords out of sight and had them disappear on room checks everything would be fine. He knew the rules and practiced at a local park when he had to. Grabbing his book bag, his Kendo bag, and donning some blue jeans, a green bay packers shirt, and a plane white hoodie with a patch for his Kendo school on the front he sewed on himself he went out to go get a bite to eat before class.

“Yo! Siggy!” Arron herd a voice call from behind as he ate a large breakfast muffin he got at his dorms small restaurant that they had in there. Turning around he saw Miles Breaker, a rather shaggy looking boy around Arron's age. Miles looked like you traditional stoner. Shaggy hair in dreadlocks, glazed expression, baggy pants, a drug rug, a small hat similar to Bob Marly's sitting on the top of his head, and of coarse... almost the constant smell of pot wafting around him. Never overpowering... but just there. It was a surprise to Arron how he never got raided by the cops or campus security. Believing that he pays off the guards with his own stash to keep in school. He was a harmless fellow none the less, always getting good grades despite his altered state of being. “Hay man! Whats uuuupppp!?”

“Not much miles. Just heading to class. You on your way to class to?” Arron asked, laughing some as he looked to his friend. It was obvious that he was higher then a kite. It more more rare to see Miles in his right mind. He just laughed and nodded, stumbling on a crack in the pavement.

“Yea man, heading the economics right now. Saw you walking and I wanted to invite you to this party I herd about later on tonight!” Miles said, ranting a little bit as his eyes remained half closed yet still surprisingly aware of everything around him. If there was ever such a think as a professional stoner, Miles was it.

“Really? Awesome dude! Where is it and when?” Arron asked, stopping at the buss stop and clicking the button on the side that controlled the cross walk light. People and shuttles were zipping past them, trying to get to and from work and class. He stood there and listened to Miles talk.

“Later on tonight around 5 at the Alpha Omega Beta house man! It's gonna be off the walls! A DJ, a sea of booze, fresh bud, wild party girls, the works! You gotta come down man! Test my new piece! It hits so smooth man, I broke it in this morning, don't even feel it going in until your lungs are full of the good stuff. Haha!” Miles said, jumping up and down a little as he gets real excited about the whole deal.

“Bah! Sorry man. I got Kendo tonight from 6 to 8. Plus I'm heading up there early today to get some early training in with some class mates.” Arron said with a nod, looking about as he notices the light flash to walk. He and Miles started across the road, still talking.

“Aww! Man, bummer... well the party's going to be going all night so come down when your done OK Siggy? Don't get you a** so beat that you can't party!” Miles said, putting up his firsts playfully to Arron, slugging him in the arm lightly. Arron rubbed his arm lightly and laughed, throwing a punch back at the stoner but Miles being to quick.

“Hay! I don't get my a** kicked, I kick the a** remember?” Arron said, dancing around with his fists up with Miles, throwing another punch at the boy and missing him again.

“Oh! Really now? Can't even land a blow on someone stoned. This doesn't look good for you Siggy old boy!” Miles said laughing... landing a good slug in his other arm as he danced around.. then bursting into a big laugh and giving Arron a hug, Arron hugging his friend back as they continued to walk.

“Hay, give me a sword and I'll wipe the floor with you man!” Arron said with a hearty laugh, as he continued to walk with Miles, going to there classes as they continue there day. Meeting up later for lunch in the Rez Center.

The day passed as Arron went to classes. He lucky didn't have work today so after his classes got out he was open to do with the day as he pleased. He spent some time with Miles to pass the day until about 3:30 rolled around. Once that time came he said his good byes to his friend and headed off to his car, having put his Kendo bag in it earlier in the day. With a turn of a key, Arron was off. Starting on hour long trip to Boston. However it wasn't to the school building he was going. He had arrangements to meet with some of his class mates in the Christopher Columbus Park for some training before class.

The park was large and beautiful. On the water, the park had a large fountain, a guardian, and a few small buildings. It plays host to many free shows and concerts in Boston and is known for being a good place to come and relax and enjoy a beautiful day. Today was no acceptation. The snow from the winter past was no were in sight and the day was incredibly warm for the month. Arron finds a nice place to park and walks to the fountain with his bag, seeing his class mates as he waves to them and heads up. They take a nice spot on the north west part of the park and don there armor, beginning there warm ups and sparing practice.

About an hour passes as the training continues. Matches, exorcises, drills, the works. The small group of fighters actually managed to draw a small crowd of spectators who were drawn to the ferocious matches in the park. This was were Arron shined. Kendo was what he did, it was what he loved. The spectators only brought out this side more as he loved the attention. He drew a sword that he carried with him from his Kendo bag, a live katana. This katana was imported form Japan and was a gift to Arron from his parents when he was 20. It was expensive and authentic, as real as a katana gets. With it he started to work on forms that he practiced for competitions for the crowd. The razor sharp blade glinting off the sun light as Arron went through his moves entertained the spectators. In the middle of one of these forms, something caught his eye.

A young girl, about Arron's age by the look of it, standing admits the gathered people watching him. Her eyes were a brilliant green with copper hair that cascaded down over delicate and fair features. Her skin had a light tan to it as the sun danced playfully on her skin, a smile across her lips the sword play entertained her. She wore a small green beret with a similar silky green dress that draped across her thin form. There was some unearthly grace to this woman, something that Arron couldn't get his mind off. Finishing his form with that razor sharp blade, he got a round of applause from his audience. However the only applause he cared for at that time was that of the strange girl.

Sliding the blade back into it's sheath and placing it in his bag, he dons some of the armor he took off to take place in a few exhibition matches for the people watching sake. During this time, Arron couldn't pull his attention away from the unearthly girl. He tried to hide his stares but they were for not. This strange woman giggling at the attention. Arron knew she liked his sword display. Maybe if he could win a few matches then he could impress her more and go up and talk to her, maybe even get her number. With that in mind, he gets up and approaches his opponent, ready to show his stuff. He kept glancing over to the girl, preparing for battle. However... it was over before he knew what happened. He was so warped up in trying to look good for the girl that he forgot to fight... getting obliterated in the match.

As he lay on his butt, looking up confused, he herd laughing from the people around him. His opponent couldn't believe it himself. Normally Arron was hard to beat, however this victory was almost flawless. He took off his helmet and looked around, that strange girl giggling to herself as she starts off out of the park. Arron just sitting there beat red with embarrassment as he picked himself up and walked over to his bag, pouting a little.

He glanced over to the side as he watched the girl leaving, seeing her swaying hips in the small green dress she wore. Even in embarrassment he couldn't pull his eyes from the vision walking away from him. Part of him wanted to go after her, get her attention and talk to her. But his defeat kept him in his seat. He watched her walking away as she crossed the street and headed toward the city buildings. She turned then, looking right to him with a soft smile. Arron, surprised out of his stare looked like he was caught dead to rights. She just giggled at him and waved to him, giving him a small smile and a wave before moving out of site behind a building as she walked down the street. Arron waved back and sat there stunned for a few moments before leaping to his feat and taking off his armor with great haste. He throws his armor in the bag and zips it up, excusing him self from his class mates. Something about the girl he just couldn't let walk away.

Arron ran after her, trying to cover lost time in following the girl. He didn't know what he was going to say, or how he was going to introduce himself, all he knew was that something told him to not let this one get away. He couldn't explain it, his only drive right now was his gut instinct. After a few minutes of walking briskly up the streets of Boston, he noticed her walking past some apartment buildings. There were a few cars on the road but for this side of town and the time of day the streets were strangely empty. Just not many people walking around. Arron began his jog to catch up with her, running what he was going to say over and over in his head when he finely got there. As he ran however, as strange sight right out of a movie crossed his eyes. As the young girl walked past an ally, a pair of large arms reached out and pulled the frail looking girl in quickly and forcefully.

Like a bolt, Arron was off running towards the alleyway. He didn't quite know what was going on, thinking that this girl was getting mugged. This could be a time were he can redeem himself for the embarrassment of losing the match in front of her. A strong hero saving the damsel from pathetic muggers, he was a shoe in for a date at the very least. Arron rounded the corner, shouting out fighting words as he did so, doing his best to sound tough.

“Hay! Get your filthy stinking hands off that girl right now ******** head! Or I swear to God I'll shove my foot so far up your a** you'll be tasting leather for...a....wee....” He shouts, starting out boldly and soon tapering off as he realizes what he had gotten himself into. The girl was laying on the ground, her beret beside her in a pile of trash. There was a trickle of blood coming from her lip as she looked disorientated from being hit by the men who captured her. However something about her was different... something had changed... something he had not seen before. Her ears perked through her copper hair, long and slender that taper to a point. Ears that could only be described as 'Elven'. The muggers that took her also looked monstrous. These men were easily over six feet tall each, both of them in heavy leather jackets that bore similar patches and markings. Huge combat boots and black jeans clad there lower half as large hats covered there heads. There collars were up as there hairy, clawed, hands crack with movement. They both turned and looked to Arron with there inhuman faced. Flat heads with large jaws, small beaty eyes, and an upturned noise like a pigs. Thick, short, coarse hair covering there body's. They looked savage, and smelled like a land fill. They both looked to each other and let out a hearty laugh.

“Wha ar' ya gonna do ie we don't boy?” One of them boomed out with a deep and guttural voice, like English was not his first language. Instead it was some savage tongue that Arron couldn't place, someplace far away from the states, that for sure. Arron, in total shock, tried to recuperate himself as he reached into his bag and pulled out one of his training swords, a bokken made of hard wood and leveled it on the two inhuman beasts.

“B-back off! Or... Or I'll beat the l-....living s**t outta both you freaks!” He shouted, gulping as the fear in taunting such creatures hit him. He knew that this wasn't smart... he had now idea what he was up ageist, however he was already deep in the s**t and there was no way out. It was fight... or get beat down. The two creatures laughed again as one of them put his huge hand, the size of Arron's head, around the end of the bokken and with one jerk broke the sword in half, lifting the piece to it's own head.

“Wha ya gonna do now boy? I broke ya widdle tooth pick already!” The first large creature picks his huge teeth with the broken sword piece and tosses it down to ally. They both cracked there knuckles and took a step forward to deal with Arron, but they were stopped as one of the two beast suddenly burst into flame and started screaming, rolling on the ground trying to put himself out.

It was all to much for Arron to take in right away. Strange girl,
strange beasts, and now fire? It felt like he stepped into the twilight zone. His eyes glanced over to the girl and that's when everything got insane. Her clothes and hair were swirling around with an unseen wind as her eyes glow red and fire engulfs her hands. Her pointed ears and elven features now in full few of everyone there, she turned to Arron and called out in a commanding voice.

“Run! Run away now you fool!” She called out, then going back to some strange words, the creature that was not struck by the fire helping the other one two his feat, now hideously burned and mangled by the elves spell. Arron looked at all this... and something clicked inside him.

He had never felt this kind of power before. A courage that swelled up inside him. In one swift motion he reached into his Kendo bag and pulled out the katana that he did his show with earlier. He drew the sharp sword from the sheath and took a fighting pose, channeling his Ki through the blade by way of exorcises he learned in class. He had never felt it like this before however. In class... it was just a rush...something to help him focus. However here it felt like a living force rushing though his body. Was this was his teacher felt every time he fought? Is this way Arron couldn't beet him even on his best day? There was no time to ask such questions, as there was a real fight on his hands.

The strange creatures turn back to Arron and let out a beastly roar as they square off ageist the boy, it was at this time another blast of fire hit the creature again, sending it down to the ground in a pile of chared meat. The last of the beast still standing look back to the girl and growls, giving Arron the opportunity to strike at the back of his large enemy. He raised his sword and with a deafening shout brought his sword down upon the beast, his Ki flowing through the sword and taking on a physical form as white glowing energy envelops the blade and cuts through the beast, slicing his arm cleanly off from the rest of his body as the creatures appendage falls lifelessly to the ground.

The outnumbered monster turns to Arron and swings with all his considerable mite with his good arm. Arron still stunned at the effect of the swing had no chance to dodge. The clawed hand slammed right into the unarmored torso of the boy, sending him flying across the alleyway into a dumpster. He felt week, his body oddly in no pain as he looks down to the gaping and hideous bleeding wounds in his chest. He could feel his blood leaving his body, his breath becoming harder, the light slowly fading away. Everything suddenly became very quiet. He looked up to see the monster go down in a blaze of fire like his counter part, falling lifelessly to the ground. The elven girl turned and shouted something he couldn't hear... as she began running to him. To him, she moved in slow motion, an angle it seemed running to him as everything else around her faded away until just her form was there, her eyes locked on his in desperate haste to get to him in time.

“A fitting... way to end it...” Arron said admits a gargle of blood, as coldness enveloped him and darkness took him.
Existence... it all flooded back to him. The familiar sound of a high pitched beeping alarm going off assaulting his ears and forcing him awake. His eyes opened, confused as he looked over to see his clock in his dorm room. He was back in his room, laying in his bed, wearing nothing but his boxers like he wakes up every morning. Arron sat up in bed, breathing heavily as he felt his chest where he felt the claws of the beast sink deeply into him. There was no wound, no pain, but a feeling of a ghost wound.

“A dream.... it was.... all a dream...” Arron said to himself... taking a few deep breaths before jumping out of bed and onto the floor. However today instead of the throw rug covered concrete flood that normally greets his feat, his Kendo bag dose. Normally out of place he picked up the bag and sets it on his bed, moving to toss the things into there proper places. “Hmm.. that's odd. I must have got home from class and passed right out.” He opened his bag and pulled his sword, smiling to it as he sets it in it's corner away from view. He then reaches in to pull out his bokken, what he finds causing his heart to skip a beat.

It was broken... snapped in half like a twig. The dream started to flood back to him as he ripped open the main compartment where it held his uniform and his armor. He tossed the armor to the floor and grabbed his Kendo uniform to examine it. They were soaked in blood with huge holes in the front of the hakama top were the claws from his dream had ripped into his flesh, and a note pined to the front. Arron took the note off, standing there in utter shock as he reads it.

“No, it wasn't a dream Arron, it was very real. My names Illeseanna, and I want to thank you for helping me yesterday with those bugbears. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, things you want answered. Lets meet sometime for lunch, we can talk then.” The card ended there with a phone number and a small pair of lips made of lipstick kissing the card. Arron lowered the card as he thought back to yesterday, the power pulsing inside him during that fight. Even now he could feel it. Something had changed him that day, a new knowledge was here. As Arron looked out the window of his dorm, the world looked different. Still the same, but now he knew... There was a whole other world hiding in plane site, and now, it was his time to walk the edge.

http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg296/xElementalxWarriorx/ZimothosTheDragonBlooded.jpg

Well this is 3/6 in the Zimothos Datree line of art that I'm working on. Our Zim has seen many adventures and become quite the swordsman mostly because if he didn't learn to use it properly he would have been monster chow long ago. It's at this stage that Zim decides that he needs to make an image for himself if he's going to become a famous adventurer. So wile in a major town he had some clothes tailored to him to generate this distinct white look (which he keeps clean with spells) and had it made to have his green dragon scale fit over it. Of course he couldn't get the boots to fit like that, but o well. This is also when Zim starts to notice strange changes that are happening to him. The party finds out that Zim's turning into a half dragon because his draconic blood is awakening and taking over his body. He's becoming stronger, taller, and tougher. Small golden scales start to form over his body wile claws and biting teeth have grown on him. The new sword he got off the corpse of an enemy Lizardfolk who went insane by some disease that the party was investigating at the time. That's not the only new weapons he has however. It was at this stage he also got himself a pair of magical claws to add a magical punch to his claw attacks as well as the flintlock pistols you see him sporting in his half dragon form. These items of course obtained over time and a few levels. It's also in this particular stretch where Zim looked like this that he finally got together with Lia, the woman that he's had a crush on since he was a young boy.