The comic has taken a back seat atm. I just haven’t felt inspired or motivated to really work on it. The ideas are there, I just feel “meh” about working on it. In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out where Bezgod is going with his story, losing his wife to the void has really hurt him and he’s trying to make good of it while figuring out what truly happened.

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Role play blogs aren’t just about clique’s and it shouldn’t be about who you’ve known the longest either. Well it should be but also- there are a lot of shy cinnamon rolls out there waiting for you. But they don’t know that you can vibe with them right off the bat if they’d only send in a meme or a starter or something!

So reblog if you’re the type of blog that is open to NEW friendships even if you are already connected to old ones. New friendships mean new experiences and more people to talk about your muse’s together. This is a clique free blog despite the people who love sending me in asks and there’s much love for them but I’ve also got love waiting for you if only you’d send that one message. 

A Terrible Truth

       Bezgod stood, looking out at the rain from the window of his new Goblet apartment, the heavy raindrops pounding against the glass as he took another drag from a half-used cigarette. Letting out the cloud of smoke as he sighed, the library in Ul’dah had refused to help him, stating that his search for information on the void was dangerous. “Of course, it’s dangerous.” He spoke to himself, “But, how can I help others if I know nothing on it.” he thought back on it. He turned from the window and walked toward a small round table littered with empty ale bottles and jugs. He shoved a few bottles out of the way and sat down in a chair by the space he had cleared. He stared across the room at the same packsack he had when he left his old home in the Mist, containing a few of Aerea’s items, some of them books. He sighed again and took another puff on his cig before putting it out in the ashtray next to some bottles. He softly stood up and walked over to the sack, grabbing it by the pull strings. He hasn’t touched anything of Aerea’s since his move, the light sound of thunder boomed in the distance as he walked back to the table and slumped back down into the chair. There was a lump in his throat as he held the bag, he slipped a hand into the opening, running it in a soft circling motion to widen the opening. He lowered his hand and clasped the spine of a heavy book, slowly pulling it out and setting it on the table. The book was perhaps several hundred pages thick, the front cover had some worn spots and gold embroidery, but no title. In the lighting of his apartment, the color of the book looked to be a shade of dark red, maroon maybe.

       He sat and stared at the book for a long while, the lump and tightness in his throat was not dissipating, “What am I scared of? Why am I hesitant?” these thoughts along with visions of Aerea’s innocent smile ran through his mind, as he looked over the book. He knew what he feared, he feared of finding evidence on Aerea’s practicing of the void, he still didn’t believe the man named Lloire. After sitting a bit longer, he got up and began to pace around the room, his gaze going to and from the book on the table. Another rumble of thunder echoed in the distance outside as the rain continued to pelt the glass of his windows. He lit another cigarette and took a puff leaning against the counter of his sink, “I’ve got to do this.” He spoke out loud to himself, he tightened his resolve, walked over and hastily sat back down on the chair, placing a hand on the book. Sliding his thumb under the edge of the cover he flipped it open, the first few pages were littered with scribbles, writings, and notes. He read a few of them, but none were of interest, he flipped a few pages in, his hope rose a bit as he read some of the pages with no notes on the void or its dark practices in sight, it was just another book on magic and aether. Bezgod flipped a few more pages before finally deciding to just go to the middle of the book, as soon as he flipped there, the hope he had faded as he saw several notes on the dark practicing of the void. He looked horrified and it became hard for him to swallow, “Why?” he whispered as he read some of the notes and pages, there were details on different voidsents and creatures, spells and rituals. He slammed the book closed as he hung his head, his hand stayed on top of the cover as the truth set in, it hurt him deeply. He stood once more a gloom hanging over him as he left the book on the table, putting out his cigarette and grabbing a shirt off the floor, he threw it on and opened the door to his apartment, he needed some air and some time to ponder on this, the rain against him would help.

Update

 I know I stated there was a comic I was working on and it’s still in progress. Sadly, as fast as I was able to get work done and have time was I bombarded again with more work. I know some of you are probably sick of me saying a comic is coming and then never seeing it and I apologize again for this happening, but keeping my job is important since I make no money off of this and it is more of a hobby. Nothing frustrates me more than not being able to post my work and I can’t really show anything without spoiling the comic, so please bear with me and know I really want to finish this.

UPDATE

Greetings fellow Bezgod Followers,

You’ll be happy to know that I am back to working on my comic. Work has settled down some and I feel inspired to draw again. I’m currently working on one and I know this doesn’t mean much until I post it. Please bear with me as I want to bring you the funniest and most relatable comic I can.

This is a good look for him.

A BRIEF EXPLANATION OF THE PAST

Bezgod Pickett was a mercenary for hire, a free sword just looking for work to make it through several suns. He was hired by a rich gentleman who wanted his daughter protected at all costs as she went to and fro from the mansion. The daughter he was requested to protect was a Miqo’te named Aerea. She was apparently skilled in the elemental magicks and went to classes to teach her how to control and focus her abilities. After a few years of him guarding her, he had asked her hand in marriage with approval from her father, she accepted. They moved to The Mist where they bought a small house, Bezgod went back to be a hired hand doing odd jobs here and there. He had left on a job for several weeks only to return to an empty home. There were no signs of a struggle or a break-in, his wife’s things laid right where she had left them, even the items he knew she could not be without, remained. He asked her father if she had possibly returned and he shook his head stating he had not seen her. At this point, Bezgod worriedly began to search for his wife.

2 YEARS LATER: A man sat at the bar of the Drunken Wench, smelling of alcohol. A man who appeared to be one who had lost everything from a bad bet at the Gold Saucer, this man was Bezgod. Two years of traveling the land and asking anyone who might have a clue on the details of his missing wife. As he took an old, folded, and beaten picture of his wife out of his vest pocket a hand tapped him on the shoulder. As Bezgod drunkenly turned in his stool nearly toppling over, a strange man stood before him, “Are you, Bezgod Pickett? The man searching for his wife?” This wording took a bit to process through his drunkenness and as soon as he understood the man’s words, Bezgod’s eyes grew and his flame of hope lit again. He stumbled as he tried to stand from his stool, his hand took the other man’s hand and he shook it vigorously, “Do you know where my wife is? Is she okay? Can you tell me where she is?!” The questions poured from his mouth as the hope of knowing his wife’s whereabouts helped him sober up. The mysterious man stopped him by holding up a hand, “Let us talk at a table, you may want to be seated and on a chair with a back.” The man began to walk over to an empty table as a lump in Bezgod’s throat appeared and Bezgod clasped his mug walked before walking towards the table, grabbing a chair, pulling it aside and sitting down. The man across from him looked concerned and deep in thought of how he should word the news. The man let out a sigh, “First let me introduce myself. I’m Lloire and I did not know your wife directly but through someone else. I will explain.” So many questions were going through Bezgod’s head, but he refrained from asking as he waited for the explanation from this man named Lloire. “Your wife was apparently a friend to someone I know, who…” Lloire paused for a bit as he tried to think of how to explain, “Who also practiced in magick. I do not know what happened as I wasn’t there, I was called to save them ….from the void.” Lloire looked up at this time to notice the confusion on Bezgod’s baffled face before continuing, “I was only able to save one of them before the void rift swallowed closed. I’m sorry…I couldn’t do anything, but I could not save your wife.” Bezgod’s face showed rage as his eyes teared up, he took his mug and threw it across the tavern, as it hit a stone wall and fell to the floor. The other patrons turned to see the commotion as Bezgod sat back in his seat, burying his face into his hands and letting out a scream of sadness. Lloire stood up, “I’m sorry for your loss, I pray that she found peace.” He said before turning to leave the tavern himself. Bezgod just sat there the crying mess of a broken man.

A FEW WEEKS LATER: After finding out the news of his missing wife, Bezgod spent most of his time at the Drowning Wench, burying himself in guilt and alcohol. A strong hand smacked his back as a Roegadyn sat down beside him, “Ye don’t look so good mate, I think ye better slow down on dem drinks.” The Roe gave a hearty laugh and smacked Bezgod’s back again causing him to jerk forward. Bezgod glared at the Roe in an alcoholic look, “I-sh thinksh you needsh to leave me alone. You don’t know me…yoush don’t know the shit I’ve been through.” Bezgod pointed a drunken finger at the Roe. The Roe scratched his chin with a thumb and forefinger, “Hmm, I think I can guess…I’ve seen enough drunken people to know their problems just by looking at them.” The Roes eyes darted over Bezgod in a Sherlock Holmes fashion as he gave another ‘Hmm’ before smiling and speaking out, “A man should only drink for two reasons, celebration, and happiness. I can see ye are drinking because of a woman…and it isn’t a break up either.” The Roe pointed at Bezgod’s wedding band, “A break up would mean ye’d toss that away, no this is a loss and yer drinking because ye think it’s yer fault huh?” Bezgod stayed silent, “Hit the nail on de head I did eh?” The Roe smiled before it turned into a frown, “Ye don’t need to give me detail and I won’t ask, but guilt drink’n isn’t good for a man.” The Roe shakes his head, “If ye want to not feel guilty, then do something to prevent whatever happened from happening to others, aye? Help those so they don’t have to go through what you did.” The Roe smacked Bezgod’s back again, gentler and lighter this time as he stood up with his mug in hand and walked off. Bezgod thought about what the Roe said for a good while before turning in his stool looking for the Roe, only to see he was nowhere in sight.

PRESENT DAY: Bezgod stood out front of his home in The Mist, a bag slung over his shoulder as his eyes gazed upon the small cottage. The cottage had been emptied, the yard clean of decorations, the garden desolate of any kind of plant life. Old memories of Aerea flooded his thoughts as he took one last walk through his old home, touching walls where pictures and bookshelves full of books hung, the memories made him feel as if Aerea was there with him. His eyes watered, as he made his way outside, closing the door behind him as he pulled a small bouquet of lavender flowers out of his coat and placed them on the ground in front of the door. “May you find peace, my love.” He whispered weakly kissing two of his fingers and placing them against the door frame, he then readjusted the bag over his shoulder, turned and walked away, never looking back.

News!

 So update here, I’ve decided that I would post some of the more serious in-game Bezgod’s stories and Rp events or arcs. As I have been too busy to really draw up a comic at work since it takes time. I didn’t want the Tumblr to go to waste and have nothing, so with that said I’m hoping to have some sort of background, a starting point or RP hooks posted here soon-ish. Thank you all who are still with me and haven’t unfollowed yet due to my lack of posting. Please look forward to it and I’m open to ideas and thoughts.

Update here, I haven’t had time to draw because of being bogged down at work. Please know that I have not lost interest, I just haven’t had time to think up anything with me focusing on work. I’m hoping to update as soon as I can.

To everyone following my tumblr, I am letting you know that my work load has sort of increased a bit, making me a bit busier than usual, so I may not have the time to post comics. I apologize if it takes me longer, but please don’t fret I will post in due time.

“At first I took the job to protect you with the thought of money, but day after day your beauty and personality captivated me and eventually, broke the wall down that was around my heart. Now I wish to protect you with the thought of bringing you happiness for the rest of my life.”

 -Bezgod Picket to Aerea Nightsong-

Yes, I am back! Sorry for the delay and any grammar issues that crop up.

It's a little rushed since the things I use are at my work and we leave early today I had to be quick. Happy Thanksgiving everyone <3!

Update for not Updating

I apologize to the ones following me waiting on comics. I have been busy with work and another project that I am currently working on. I will try to pick it back up and give you more laughs and adventure here in the future. Please look forward to it. (Lol)