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Woah that is some pretty good art.
Thank you Scavion. Glad you like it :)
I imagined it to be a page in a novel? When I was a kid I used to flip the fantasy novel to find the page with the most ink on it(pictures!). Makes me wish I could write better, it'll be cool to make up a short story along with the picture <3

Artemis Moonstar |
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"Tch... Figures." He grumbled to himself as he crashed through the forest.
Valeros had gotten separated from his party, again. It was meant to be a simple mission, get in, wipe out some mercenaries that were plaguing a small village, get some loot, and go home. Now he was trudging through the enemy's forest, alone, with not even so much as an inkling of where his party might be.
Maybe I'll start investing in some lighter armor... This stuff doesn't help so much with avoiding those damn pit traps. Valeros thought to himself as he patted his breastplate. The more he thought about it, the more he scowled. No, I'd rather not deal with how Merisiel would act if I did...
He stopped as he kicked a fallen branch out of his way. Something had caught his attention, something altogether disturbing. There was no sound coming from the forest. No birds, no vermin, not even any insects. Pure and total silence reigned.
He'd much rather have heard something else, anything else. The crackle of Seltyiel's lightning, the roar or Alahazra's conflagrations, Lini's angry kitty, or even the boom from that half-witted Damiel's half-baked concoctions. Silence, however, weighed on his nerves like an overlarge harvest of corn on one's shoulders.
The sound of metal escaping it's sheath broke the oppressive silence. A chill danced along his spine as the echo of drawing his trusty blades was devoured, and silence once more reigned supreme. His entire body began to tense, from his scalp to his soles, as his hair stood on end.
The rustle of leaves caused Valeros' reflexes to react before he had any conscious thought to do so. Rolling to the side, he could feel a blade strike where his skull was mid-roll, catching some of his hair as it dug into the soft earth. Rolling to his feet, blades at the ready, he confronted his assailant.
Across from him, a dirty green skin. The orc was easily as tall as he was, buff in a slender way that suddenly reminded him of Imrijka, though without the half-orc's intriguing curves. He was clad in a dark leather, with some kind of quilted padding to reduce the noise, wielding a wicked looking battle axe.
Two more dropped from the trees, flanking their comrade. These were more like the orcs he was familiar with. One was wearing a simple set of scale mail, wielding a great sword. The other had somehow managed it's way into a hiding spot up a tree in half-plate, with a halberd. Their sneers were met with an increasingly excited smirk.
"Well it's about damn time! Do you know how long I've been looking for you guys? I'm going to have to make you pay for cutting my hair, the cute barmaid back in town had the hots for it!"
As his initial shock turned to battle lust, he found himself excited. This would be a fun challenge he had not had in a while. Alone, and outnumbered, why, this hadn't happened since he was hunting down Thomas Thunderhawk and his brothers when they escaped the gallows, during his bounty hunter days.
The orcs glanced at each other. Turning their attention back to him, they roared a furious war cry as they charged. Valeros' responded with an uproarious bellow, drowning out the orc's feeble attempt at intimidation.
The clash of steel echoed as the battle cries ceased. Valeros parried their opening attacks, delivering a telling blow with a slash across the leather clad orc's head. The shortsword bit deep, with a jarring scrape along the thick skull, spraying foul black blood as it finished it's arc.
The halberd glanced off his armor as the great sword missed his head by mere inches. Adrenaline rushed through his body as the longsword smashed against the scale mail, hardly doing any damage. The shortsword, however, slipped in through a chink and poked the orc in the hip.
At first, all Valeros could hear was the clatter of warring metals, and the enraged or pained cries of his opponents. Soon, however, as he began to pant, there was naught but ringing in his ears.
The leather clad orc fell when his longsword found its way into it's heart, cleaving through bone with a single thrust, then shredded a lung as Valeros yanked it out through the orc's side. Thick black blood sprayed everywhere, coating the warriors and forest with it's foul stench. Valeros had to wrinkle his nose to ignore it.
The orc in the scale male was the next to fall. A few choice strikes with his longsword would hew the armor in twain. It was a simple matter of taking a trick from Merisiel's book and planting his shortsword to the hilt in the orc's spine, and yank up.
The one in the half-plate decided it was going to be a bit tougher. The two warriors seemed to have a hard time landing any telling blows. Valeros' blades seemed to bounce off the orc's armor, whilst the halberd was being blocked or turned away by Valeros' blades.
The stalemate finally ended, however, when Valeros sidestepped the halberd. Planting a vicious kick to the orc's knee, he dropped it. Swinging his blades, long and short, he brought them together, crossing mere centimeters from each other. Valeros didn't even flinch as he felt the blades connect with the orc's vertebrae, severing them, before continuing on through the meat.
He did, however, grimace as the rancid blackness sprayed from the stump where the orc's head used to be. Turning his face from the fountain, he decided he was definitely going to need a bath. Running the back of his vambrace over his face after the orc geyser stopped, did not help any.
There was some rustling from the brush off to his right. He rolled his eyes, turning to prepare for another fight. The magus burst through the bushes, blade in hand, arcane energy swirling within the other. The others of this disparate band arrived not long after, seemingly prepared for battle. Seeing that the battle had already ended, Seltyiel let the mystic energies fade, and cast a glare at Valeros.
"Where the hell were you!?" Seltyiel all but shouted at him.
Valeros' flat stare was all the answer the magus needed.....
Started on it like, an hour and a half ago. Remind me to never write in a browser again. It ate this thing like, three times. Seriously need to work on remembering the exact details of what I wrote, this is crap compared to the first attempt.
I'd have had a better combat scene... But, well, I got tired while writing it, and I was frustrated a few times over. So... Yeah.

dodeqaa |

Thank you guys :) I'm glad you guys like it!
Thanks to Artemis Moonstar for being so awesome with that excerpt.
I roped a dear friend in and we put the two together and now its available in a cool PDF.
Download and have a read when you need that good olde' melee feels XD
http://dodeqaa.deviantart.com/art/Battle-of-Arthfell-Woods-471365619
Long live the adventure!

Ignotus Advenium |
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That is an excellent piece of artwork. I can't believe you're not already working in the industry (assuming you're not). In addition to the quality of your workmanship, the POV in that image really draws me in.
I expect I'll be seeing your art in Paizo's and other RPG products at some point. If I make into the next Wayfinder, I'd be seriously hoping that you were assigned my submission.

dodeqaa |

Sorry for the late reply, its been crazy busy and being a noob I was searching through the pages for the post until I realized I could FOCUS T.T
Thanks for all the positive response guys, its giving me plenty of encouragement and inspiration! Big thank you to Artemis Moonstar for writing that excerpt and making the image mo'awesome!
Paladin of Baha-who? : Thank you. Its very encouraging, I'm still learning but I definitely hope to do so.
Imbicatus : Thank you. I'm glad you like it!
Liz Courts : Thank you. Its in the works!
Feytharn : Thank you. I will!
Timitius : Thank you. I'd be glad to provide some art for the Wayfinder Magazine. I just joined the group on DeviantArt, and I am intending to write in for #13.
Ignotus Advenium : Thank you. I'm doing some freelance at the moment and I still have alot to learn. I'm glad you like the image and hope it gives you some good vibes. Good luck on your submission!
Aleron : Thank you! I'm much encouraged.
Dexion1619 : Thank you! I was going for super creepy so I'm happy we share that impression haha!
Karui Kage : Thank you I think XD. If it does go down can I have a place by the window and a hole for the sunlight? T.T
Good adventure guys!

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Timitius : Thank you. I'd be glad to provide some art for the Wayfinder Magazine. I just joined the group on DeviantArt, and I am intending to write in for #13.
Not too late for issue 12, yet.
The Sep 1st deadline is just for the prose submissions, all the accepted articles get fitted to available artists after that.

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Snorter wrote:Thanks for clarifying :) I've sent in my portfolio.Not too late for issue 12, yet.
The Sep 1st deadline is just for the prose submissions, all the accepted articles get fitted to available artists after that.
And, received! I do believe I will add you to my roster list....and we will see what happens in a few weeks, eh?
Tim