Everyday 024 – Goblin Shaman

Swinging a cluster of shrunken heads with abandon, a goblin shaman sprints toward his target with his ceremonial dagger held high. Anyone who stands in his way is likely to be scorched to ashes, turned into a chicken, or added to the shaman’s shrunken head collection.  Making 100 drawings in a hundred days has been…

Everyday 023 – Ode to a Tavern Table

Having returned from the field of battle only a short time ago, a hardy female warrior settles into the comfort of food and drink in a warmly lit tavern. She sings songs of commemoration for all she’s seen and done in recent weeks, and of gratitude to return to her favorite tavern table.    Another…

Everyday 022 – Glass Pumpkin

The first video game in life that I was fully addicted to (to the point that I would think about it any time I wasn’t playing it) was Ogre Battle: March of the Black Queen on the Super Nintendo. I was 12 when it was released in the US, and it captured my imagination in a…

Everyday 021 – Sentries

In the not-so-distant future of 1987, a pair of robotic sentries patrol the rubble of what was once a gleaming city, seeking to eliminate all remaining traces of human life. Their mission has been highly successful. Committing myself to 100 drawings in 100 days has been the best creative choice I’ve made in my life….

Everyday 020 – Mankind Offering the Head of the Savior

There was only one thing the demon world asked for: the head of the human savior. A simple enough request, but one that some humans would react fiercely against. Fortunately, plenty of mortals were less concerned with superstition than they were with the physical pleasures of the real world, pleasures which the demons offered in…

Everyday 019 – Queen of Stone

The Queen of Stone stands patiently in her ebony ceremonial dress, made weightless by her supernatural affinity with the dark ore of the earth. The craggy surface of her dress contrasts with the long, fluid lines of her figure, creating a stark and imposing silhouette. Standing amidst the labyrinthine underground caverns of her stone palace,…

Everyday 018 – Waiting

It was the highest point for miles in any direction, but despite its uniqueness, the hilltop only seemed to attract a single visitor. It was the perfect place to sit and wait, though what this particular goblin waited for was anyone’s guess. Perhaps he was plotting an ambush for traveling merchants on the roads below….

Everyday 016 – Salty Dog

Nestled amid the dockside storehouses and piled cargo, a low-slung tavern is home to an assortment of personalities, from young entertainers and harrowed servers to the salty dogs of the sea. Merry with the security of dry land and the fermented drink taking hold of his head, one particularly hardy sailor lets out a laugh…

Everyday 015 – The Depths

Mesmerized by the angler’s external eyeball, the young aquanaut abruptly found himself unable to move. Simultaneously enthralled and horrified, he could feel the creature’s slick tongue working its way inextricably up his arm, pulling him inch by agonizing inch toward its gaping maw. He had come to the depths to embrace new experiences, and in…

Everyday 014 – Brew

Are witches really so bad? Maybe instead of malicious fiends swooping down in the dark of night to steal children to grind into their meals, they’re more like hippies who enjoy living away from the bustle of the cities, plucking herbs from the garden behind their modest huts and cooking savory concoctions in their black…