The wurm-beast, alleater, alien skin of man.
Rohirrim V
Another sketch of battling orcs - mainly because I'm extremely unused to a variety of figures in one frame. Reference from Conan.
Rohirrim IV
A bit of a test for drawing peasant clothing - it didn't turn out terribly shabby after all.
Rohirrim
A Rohirrim in full battle garb - doodled whilst I was watching the two towers. I was a bit surprised when I looked down.
Spirit
Writing like this is a thing of antiquity. It merely chronicles a zombie language destined to be blown apart, bits of liquid meat sticking to the walls. However, we do what we must to pay homage to root. We must look at all sequential lines previous to know what we will assemble, to be thrown in to the maw of the creature and be changed by it as we have constructed. Those who seek spiritual sustenance from the fetid mountain soil will starve - the spirits are not found in nature, but are the great children of man.
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