They are the last custodians of chivalry, and in matters of honour they are unencumbered by the limits of flesh

They say the first thing humans exported to the cosmos was their oldest and most steadfast tradition... war

Halfling blacksmiths don't spare good iron when making cookware

He looks a tradesman with those tools, and a well fed one to boot

The first man slain signals the end... for the more blood that flows, the more well equipped the Sanguine Knight becomes.

Your art is extremely cool, it makes me really want to run a dnd campaign with these ideas and characters. Can I use your art for tokens in a campaign? It won't be recorded or monetized in any way.

Absolutely! ya'll always have permission to use my art for your DnD campaigns, give your players hell from me 😁✨

Poor misguided Gawain, you cannot feed that flame and burn here forever... lay down that sword and find your peace in the dirt at my feet

It's best to issue an apprentice wizard a wand, that way their more likely to say... lose an arm than kill everyone in the room when a spell backfires

Their fleshless faces seem forever fixed in a cruel smile, as if they invite a second death... Or relish in yours

Blood magic is powerful, but it wasn't made for men, they were it's fuel. The old Sanguine Lords would have found endless amusement, at those now twisted by it

"Out of time? I don't think so" ✊💥 We've extended the Pre-order for another week! So be sure to check out limited merch run before we close next Thursday!

No wizard has ever solved the puzzle of what haunts this forest, yet the old crow comes and goes, welcomed by the spirits, as if they're somehow kin.

-

Also, the store closes soon, so check it out before it's over

The dwarves made worship of stone, and for the Goblins, who believed in all gods, drew strength from that stones destruction. Some even gain gifts, such as great cunning, and new senses, that rendered even sight meaningless

Smaller Knolls would dig deeper into the ruins, looking for lost artefacts to grant some advantage their stature didn't... But the deeper they delved, the stranger they became

There are Orcs, very many of them, ' he said. 'And some are large and evil: Black Uruks of Mordor... but there is something else... A great cave-troll, I think, or more than one. There is no hope for escape.' ... Through the braced and splintered door, a huge arm and shoulder with green scales was thrust. Boromir leaped forward and hewed with all his might, but his sword rang and glanced aside, and fell from his shaken hand

"We have barred the gates, we cannot get out. They have taken the bridge and the second hall... Drums, drums from the deep... They are coming"

"The goblin menace spawn klots faster than we can kill them... They clog our halls, make splinters of the doors, dust of our bones"