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Few recall just how much blood is needed to build a map such as that, fewer still would be willing to fight for an unproven new proposition.
As it would happen, entering a craftsman’s shop for the first time only to come across little puppets made in your image is not considered creepy in several regions. While it might be an older practice, many folk still find the making figures of their potential clients as a form of welcoming and endearment. In lands such as Connlaib and Wydlaib, where idols and votives are often used to represent deities or ancestral guardians, this practice signifies that one has already been accepted into another’s household as a guest. Alternatively, the crafting of such things lends itself to traditional beliefs of control as old stories speak of cullahs (medicine men/doctors) who had been wronged by rowdy rompers using their hands to manipulate and strangle those who had transgressed them through dolls like these.
If you were to gaze upon a mirror and have this writhing puce visage staring back at you, know that your grasps of mental coherence may have started slipping. Make haste and contact a local reputable cullah, at best you shall receive a minor slimy herbal remedy and a stomach ache. At worst? That differs from region to region of course but you can expect to be taken in by repressive monastic folk who are sure to berate any one of your derivations from what they consider normal, damned to be a carny fool for all the spectacle and ridicule of your peers, or perhaps even locked away in one of those new asylums for the insane which men of scientific scholarship find themselves in favor of. Any understanding? Not in these ages.
Bog Knight Comic on WEBTOON
The time has come at last, a feast for every starving glutton and a new day for every graven dead and dying. Such things are so.
A sneak peak at the segment page below:
For you violent forum folk in the audience.
Gluttony begat gluttony
How many maggots you are on a daily basis.
How many maggots are you on a daily basis?
Infboremation Supper Byway
Hgyabbhard is a very serious academic who has no time for backcountry knuckle-draggers, a sense of superiority which is totally justified and definitely not borne of some sort of deeply set notion of illegitimacy.
Who here likes height charts? They aren’t of much particular vitality but there is a certain element of the human pattern-sorting mentality which enjoys such catalogues.
What do you think about this choice of colored palette? In the midst of making more of the primary webcomic series I have been experimenting with my stylistic capabilities.
It is within the interests of many an ardent brute and stalwart bludgeoner to make themselves out to be more ferocious and formidable than they truly indeed are, with displays of authority, ambition and agony often being weaponized for such purposes. Within this line of macabre decoration arose the tradition of a “corpse standard,” in other words the threat of an assured grim fate fastened aloft and paraded onward into confrontation. The base of this very notion of terribly ancient and has manifested in many regional and cultural mutations over the countless many years, possibly suggesting that these deathly displays may have been a particularly early achievement along man’s crafting of war as it is presently observed. From the charred standards of the faithful to Arava, the gutted standards of those fidgety Ardac, the decapitated standards of those haughty folk in Drynyra, the flayed standards of those fallow men about the banks of Lake Jyon, the putrid standards of the careless sea-swept rowers of Gmarata, the linked standards atop the mighty mounted warrior bands among the Stuna and of course the gallow standards of the wretched Connlaibach.
All this to say, don’t lose to a warrior with an empty noose.
The two unlucky Eolasug cullah practitioners Hgyabbhard Kyhrnyg and Brygyma Mydsumog, their chance meeting in their studies would be the beginning of a strange, at times life-threatening relationship.
An entirely unique, original and definitely-not-derivative-of-the-works-of-others character redesigns for everycorpse’s least favorite vagabond and unholyman. Yes, indeed completely serious and never before seen.
Don’t look at the tags, they’re lying to you!
Deshiwiam, also known alternatively as the Red Forest, the Nevergreen Forest or the Gallow Forest, is a region in the Middle Shuprini Plateau made up of dense woodlands. Officially, Deshiwiam is claimed as a territory of the Aravasha Shhipaniqua under the governance of various mushayras (lesser lords) reigning in Wiamgur and Ar-Boushiam. Practically, the forest belongs to no central administration or government as any settlements under Shhipaniq suzerainty only exist on the outer reaches of the true forest. Rather than allowing this thicket of red to remain untamed, hunters are sent into the foliage to bring down the ravenous beasts and unthinkable things which inhabit the land. These urdbangi (red forest hunters, or more literally, those who burn evil) were composed of the guardians of monasteries and the veterans of holy wars who were often exceptionally devout in their faith. There was still nothing which could have prepared them for that land, for they did not know the forest by its true name.
Corpse Standards, as you may be aware, are often decorated with the horrific remains of the dead and dying in a disturbing display to ward off the will of lesser warriors. Due to the honors and devastation which these men bring forth, they are often integrated into the ranks of afhd calvary to charge into grim and grizzly bouts of strength. As far as traditional land warfare is to be concerned, there was little that one could do to truly surpass the overwhelming and gruesome dominion over battle which a corpse standard embodied.
Ah, what an unusual corpse standard? A fearsome specimen, Bogach Miku (Hatsune Miku but in Wrought Rot).
Don’t forget about the little fiendish foes who we felled along the way.
(Including a Napalm Sepoy, Man Harvester, Bogach Bludgeoner, Eolasug Infantry, Shhipaniq Urdbangi, Cystagac Myrha and Corpse Standard)
Bloody Sure Doctor
We all have a bit of the good deep crimson within our bodies, it is what grants us our vitality and will according to some. Even still, with the endless gruel of bludgeonings and batterings, many a man at arms must seek out the good blood to replenish himself at whole. Some folk of nobility see that maintaining themselves in court also constitutes having their blood “topped off” so that they may be at their highest potency of vigor and consequence. There are even those who, by some horrid condition of metabolic or gastrointestinal illness, must rely upon a healthy and steady supply of new blood in order to sustain their ghastly and fragile forms. For these matters and more, practitioners of the blood have arisen at many points throughout history to heed the sanguine call and bring unto their countrymen a bounty in red. This dutiful lot arises from many places within society from lowly butchers to those belonging to the myriad of priesthoods, all sharing in their willingness to spill and share.