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| Night Terrors
 Obsidian  2016/12/24 6:13
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Always wanted to do this but until I found a client who wanted something similar I just never found the right incentive...now My client's idea and mine, while similar, are still different in many ways...and honestly....neither is that original. So without further adue...
The giant black bats of Debras 4 also known as "Night Terrors" are unique for a singular reason...they're the most massive ever recorded. With a wingspan of nearly 45 feet they are as large as some aircraft. They possess all of the normal abilities of their diminutive cousins such as excellent night vision and a remarkable sense of smell, but unlike other fruit bats they also possess echolocation which scientists believe help them navigate the colossal caverns where they dwell. What truly sets them apart is how docile they are. These bats are a variety of fruit bats although due to the nature of their diet they have similar facial characteristics (including fangs and incisors)of vampire bats. They subsist almost entirely on the giant Loardra fruits which grow on massive towering trees that reach nearly a thousand feet in height, the fruit of which must be coaxed out much as vampire bats cause blood to flow. They have also been knwon to feed upon the various giant, half meter long, insects that frequent those very trees. With literally no competitors to speak of and virtually no natural predators save fort Dragons who find them particularly delicious, this natural order prevents their numbers from skyrocketing out of control. It is possible to tame them for use as a mount but the care and feeding of these great beasts make that an expensive endeavor. In combat they are not particularly fierce having no real natural weapons of significance, but like all animals they can bite and have nasty claws but for the most part prefer to flee from combat. As mounts they can be trained to tolerate weaponry and combat conditions but are best suited for less dangerous roles such as reconnaissance especially since they can fly without making hardly a sound. They are otherwise identical to their non-marsupial cousins in every other way. |
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| The Starlet and the Liar Part 2: Wrecked Fantasy cover
Obsidian 2018/5/6 10:10
1393 4
| This is to be the the cover image for the next comic. I have been experimenting with some new lighting techniques I hope everyone likes. These may very well replace my old techniques completely. Let me know what you think and remember whenever possible there is little to NO post work. This is image is NO exception. postwork here is darkened edges for dramatic effect and to draw the eye to the center. |
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| Inside Job
Obsidian 2017/1/8 23:50
1391 4
On a hunch I ask the Black Mantis to let me take a look at the vault where Parata's head was kept. I am given the passcodes and various other necessities required to enter without getting killed. I am also given free access to the security tapes. However, there's a stipulation...the imperial grand inquisitor known as "Shadowblade" has been assigned to accompany myself and Spydra during our investigation. He's a hot head but scary....reminds me of a movie sub-villain...he doesn't say much to anyone as we enter the vault but they're visibly intimidated by his presence.
"I am not sure what you hope to find that my investigators could not. I assure you we were very thorough."
His tone is derisive, and it's clear he's offended by our presence but he won't disobey the emperor, not if he wants to live very long anyway.
There's no prints, no trace of bypass equipment none of the standard tricks of the trade that professional thieves use. What amazes me the most is the sheer quantity of magical wards in place, with an equal number of passwords to get through them. There's no way anyone could get the passwords necessary to get through here without inside knowledge.
"Who was the guard on duty?"
"That would be Tarar, he is awaiting summary execution until YOUR investigation is completed."
"I'd like to question him please."
"I'll arrange it."
As soon as the inquisitor is out of earshot I grab hold of Spydra's arm and pull her close to me. In a hushed tone I tell her what my worst fear of this investigation is, and the only conclusion I can come to based on the evidence.
"Spydra, as much as I hate to say this, I think this is an inside job."
"The empirical evidence, or lack thereof, would seem to support your conclusion but who do you think could possibly be a prime suspect?"
"Hell I have no idea, but if I'm right, and they catch on to what we know the situation could prove very....dangerous."
"Then we keep our suspicions to ourselves?"
"Yes, and I know this goes against your faith, but I need you to keep your mistress in the dark as well. No one can know what we suspect."
Some time later, we're brought into an interrogation room with Tarar. We leave our weapons at the door as Tarar is something of a well trained killer as is the norm with all of the citizens of Mantis's empire. Tarar is not what I would call stupid or corrupt. His dossier is so clean it squeaks. he has no money issues or any family problems, in fact his life here could not be more ideal.
The Inquisitor brings me a small box which contains a shiny gold ring.
"What's this for?"
"This ring will vibrate whenever anyone within 50 feet speaks falsely."
"It detects lies?"
"Yes."
"What's the fallibility level on this thing?"
"Zero."
"Really? What if he believes what he's saying is true even if it isn't?"
""Well, yes I suppose that could be a problem."
"So 99 percent then?"
With that he storms out. Sometimes I'm a jerk just to bring down some smug ass a peg or two. I ask the standard questions and even have the Tarar lie a couple of times on purpose just test the ring, which works fantastically by the way. But it's not until my sword teleports to my hand that he starts to look nervous. he knows who I am and that my blade is much like the emperor's in every way...and he keeps his hands very still. He won't dare touch the thing for fear of death, but I have no intention of killing him. No I focus the magic of the sword on a little known spell that compels a subject to answer 5 questions truthfully regardless of whether or not they want to. The subject is immediately aware of the presence of the spell. Which should have this guy quaking in his boots but he doesn't seem nervous at all.
"Question one: How is your family life?"
"No things are fine at home."
Question two: Any financial problems at home?
"No sir, the empire provides for all that we could ever want and I make an excellent wage here, enough to live rather luxuriously actually."
Question three: Anyone have blackmailing you?
"No."
Question four: Were you otherwise coerced into allowing an unknown person into the vault?
"No sir, the lady knew all the passcodes and had all the right credentials. She seemd shady so I called for authorization and she was cleared. I told the Inquisitor the same thing."
Question five: Who authorized the suspect to enter into the vault?"
"The order came from the emperor himself, I spoke with him on the comm."
"An inspection of the comm records shows there was not communication at the time you say you spoke to the emperor."
With each question the ring remains still, not so much as a twitch. If he's lying he's got some kind of powerful magic backing him up. I thank him and send him back to his cell. After some time I return to the vault to check the communication records myself. I'm looking for traces of unrecorded communications. The communications system on a vessel (I use the term loosely)it's tough to completely erase those kinds of records completely. A voice from nowhere just about scares the holy crap out of me.
'How can I assist you Obsidian?"
It's the damned computer. The realization brings my heart rate back down as I realize it's a simple AI interface.
"Computer, can you show me all communication records for the day of the theft, for the entire ship?"
"There were approximately 1,234,946,647,342 transmissions at that time."
The numbers are astronomical, but then I have a stroke of genius.
"Compute can send me a copy of the guard's fingerprints?"
"What do you need those for?" Spydra asks.
"I'm hoping that I'm right but I'm playing a hunch. Computer which consoles are used to check in."
The computer indicates a console near the door.
"Excellent, and which console is used to get authorization should a visitor be suspicious?"
As the panel lights up I smile wide and proud. They're not the same console. The one lit by the computer isn't the same as the one used for daily security logs. This means if he did in fact have a conversation then he'd have to have left behind his fingerprint on the screen...and sure enough...
"Bingo!"
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Indeed I did, food old fashioned detective work wins again."
A thorough check of the security logs reveals that while there was no transmission that day, there hasn't been one in over a century. So why would the guard's fingerprints be on the screen, Video records up until the day of the theft show he has never stepped foot over at that section since being assigned this post. Somebody with top level access altered the records, and deleted the transmission. Only six people have the access level required to do this and It's up to me to find out where each and every one of them was at the time and possibly beforehand. Looks like everyone is gonna be stuck here for a while. I'm not looking forward to telling them the news. |
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| Relaxing!...
Machobubba 2015/1/12 21:44
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| Just a chick relaxing, trying a Technic to keep original shadows from DAZ Studio on custom made background... |
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| Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Twenty: Valhalla
StarChild 2014/12/20 7:49
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| Her name is...
Obsidian 2016/6/25 18:49
1390 3
The Black Mantis had tricked me...but good. 20 million credits for every slave in the market...a day I'll never forget. I'll never forget it because of one slave in particular. She was tiny only 4 ft 6 inches...and she seemed frail. She was of a demonic species, what they call a category one...a servant. Her very essence tied to service no matter how cruel the master. But there was so much more to it...she was empathic...a genetic empath and until I left Moonshadow I had no idea what that meant. Her entire species was created to be the perfect mate...she is everything I ever wanted and everything I could ever want and if my tastes changed then so would she...she could be what I didn't even know I wanted. The problem is, I don't want her...it doesn't seem right and she knows it...she is doing everything right and I fear I may break down...it's not exactly a bad thing...one thing is certain...she's beautiful...and gets smarter by the day and she has all the skills of a top notch assassin...she is a perfect match. She went from shy and sheepish to fierce and independent almost overnight. She sleeps at the foot of my bed, the only compromise I could get her to make, my other choice was next to me and I'm mortal enough that I knew I'd give in to temptation at some point. Yes the Black Mantis had set me up and I'm certain he's getting a real kick out of this.
After a few weeks with her as my ...consort, assistant? I discovered that she was very young for a demon being only 50 years old. She absorbs information like a sponge and can adjust her appearance to suit her mate. However, she can never completely hide her demonic nature, meaning the horns and tail are package deal. They are cute though...Argh...see what I mean she's designed, no engineered to get inside your head. I find myself thinking about her and admiring her shape...the way her breasts heave when she giggles....DAMN IT! I did it again! When she walks in the room I lose my train of thought...
"Master, I have prepared your dinner, are you ready to eat?"
She smiles a perfect smile and I smell the scent of fresh flowers...Pheromones no doubt...that's not gonna help. The clothes she chooses to wear are exactly what I would want for someone like her..not exactly revealing but suggestive yet classy...The last couple of weeks with her have been a bloody nightmare. I don't have to resist but she thinks of herself as my slave and she STILL calls me Master. I'd release her but it would literally kill her...her species cannot survive if they don't bond with someone to serve and once bonded they cannot bond with anyone until their bond mate dies...they are magically connected and also spiritually. As Magic goes it's a masterwork of creation...but in my case...I want a mate who wants to be with me because she CHOOSES to.
"Master?"
I look up and she has this puzzled expression on her adorable face. DAMN IT! My thoughts linger on her especially when she's near.
"Sorry, what?"
"Your dinner master, it is ready and the table is set if you are hungry."
"Oh yes, of course I'll be right there."
She cooks like a professional chef, every meal is an experience, there's nothing I enjoy that she isn't exceptionally gifted at. Yeah are you beginning to see the problem yet?
"Everything looks delicious. Thank you. Are you going to finally join me? It's okay to eat at the table."
"No Master I may not, it is for you to enjoy."
"Seriously, we have to get you to stop calling me that...and you NEED a name!"
"It is for you to gift me with a name Master."
AAAARGH!!!! I can't win! Now I have to name her too? It's not like naming a puppy or even a child and I have named several of each.
"Fine, let me sleep on it and I'll come up with something tomorrow."
"As you wish master."
She smiles and her face lights up with excitement at the prospect of me naming her. She can't break any of her demonic rules and it is something I am coming to terms with. As she walks out of the room I can't help but watch her perfect ass sashay side to side...I don't know how much longer I can hold out.
The next morning I wake to her cute face inches from mine instantly I find myself wondering "Holy crud did I finally give in and sleep with her?" Frantically I start running a check list...underwear, check, blankets, check, her clothe still on, check. Whew a close one. I turn my attention back to her.
"Um good morning, can I help you?"
Excitedly she says "You slept on it and today is my naming day yes master?"
"Ah yes, I didn't mean I would dream your name."
"Of course not master" she says with the cutest giggle I ever heard (Damn it!). "I have prepared your breakfast and set out your clothes for today."
"Okay let me shower and I'll be right out."
"I shall keep your meal warm for you Master."
It took some doing but I managed to get her to agree to not bathe me...the first time she tried that Moonshaddow nearly punched her through a wall...in the end though she decided that was cute..but out of bounds...turns out Gods can order demons to do whatever they want
I step out of the shower and on my night stand is a piping hot cup of perfect coffee. Honestly as a personal assistant she is flawless. She takes care of things I forgot I even needed to do...like contact Harley on Ferusi. Who is settling nicely into his new role as High Justiciar, but as it turns out he will be leaving Ferusi since according to how the Sathari do things, it turns out it's my private property and the High Justiciar according to Sathari tradition, must rule from a world gifted to him by the emperor. I was supposed to meet with him for the transition and to re-establsh rule there. The date is set for the meeting and as I contemplate all of that my little demon walks into the room looking hotter than she ever has and I notice right away that her blue skin is no longer blue. As I stare at her flawless frame I completely forget I'm only wearing a towel...something that becomes readily apparent to both of us as she stares downward, her eyes filled with excitement.
"Master? I thought you did not want me to..."
"What? U'm NO...HELL NO!!! I'm sorry I didn't...I mean that is..." frantically I garb my pants and cover my...problem. "What...uh...can I um....What do you want?"
"I was only checking to see if you were ready?"
"No I'm not exactly...and...Why aren't you blue?"
"Blue is the color of an unbound. You would call it...I do not know the word...like a child before it reaches adulthood. On our naming day we reach maturity"
Holy crap she was a child!?!? ...aaaand naming her completes some sort of prerequisite for adult hood way to go dumb ass! Well that would explain the new...more impressive...proportions...yeah like she wasn't hot enough before.
"I will wait for you in the kitchen Master."
"Yeah um okay."
She walks out and I can't help but stare again...this is getting bad fast.
I stare at the floor as I sit at the table...another perfect meal waiting. She walks up behind me and places a fresh cup of coffee as I finish the last of a divine breakfast...and I feel myself wishing that she'd place those perfect lips on my neck...yeah...that'd be great. As I day dream about that...I suddenly realize....I"M NOT FREAKING DAYDREAMING!!!
Worse yet...I don't want her to stop. Suddenly, it's done deal and my desires win over my willpower. Everything she does is perfect and my mind is lost in every perfect curve of her body. hear hair, the way she smells, and tastes. It's mind blowing and even though she isn't a telepath it's like she can read my mind. Hours later I collapse in a heap with her atop me. She places her head over my heart and runs her fingers across my chest...I know I should probably feel guilty but I just don't. Just then she says.
"What a perfect day master, my naming day and my first time all on the same day it's wonderful."
"That um was your first time? No offense but you seemed like you'd done that before."
"Oh Master, my species can read body language and we instinctively know what to do for our lovers...it's even better the second time."
"The second time?" My words are cut short, and my day is complete bust...I haven't spent a day in bed like this before though...in 300 plus years I can honestly say this is like nothing I have ever experienced and I have bedded a Goddess!
True to her word the second time around was phenominal...Oh I gotta send the Balck Mantis an apology letter and a Gift basket.
Only one name comes to mind Aini Quenya in or Angel Divine in the tongue of men. I name her this because there is no way she can be a demon. The next three weeks we spend all of our time together, and I notice that she seems happier than she has been since I've known her. A part of me wonders...is she happy or is it just her programming? She surprises me one day with a request...she wants to accompany me to Ferusi...in full armor and weapon loadout. I don't doubt she can handle herself and since there's no real risk in visiting my own planet I agree. As she steps out from Ray's lab my jaw practically hit the floor The design of her armor is very familiar and I'm sure it's intentional...Purple accents though...not something I would've chosen. Could that mean she's finally exceeding her genetic programming?When we land planetside Harley is noticeably taken back. I'm sure he didn't expect to see me and a plus one. Harley greets me cheerfully as always.
"Bro, good to see you. You helping my move the big stuff?"
"Hah, you have jokes I see."
"And who do we have here?"
"This is..." Aini cuts me off mid sentence.
"I am Violet Mask...Obsidian's personal bodyguard! You may address me as Aini though High Justiciar. It is a pleasure to meet any of my master's extended family."
I'm stunned...if anyone could see inside my helmet they'd tell me to close my mouth. What was that? Over my internal comms I hear Aini's cute little voice say...
"Was that too much master? I wanted your bro to take me seriously I hope I was not too out of line."
"Uh no you were good...a bit unexpected but yeah...run with it."
Harley shakes her hand and turns to me.
"Since when do you need a personal bodyguard?"
"It's something I'm doing for diplomatic stuff...it doesn't look good to be all Ninja paranoid you know?"
"I feel you bro, well let's get inside and get the paperwork out of the way."
I spend the rest of the day bullshitting with my old friend and feeling rather impressed with Aini...ho would've thought she'd have that in her? If I had any doubts about her free will they faded fast. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Twenty-Three-P.H.I.
StarChild 2014/1/24 16:25
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| no better way to keep rowdy cohorts in line than with a super-powered personal bodyguard android. |
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| Nightbird
Obsidian 2016/5/11 12:36
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...Not to find an answer Just to hear the call
Of a Nightbird...
Nightbird is well known on Earth and several other IGFW worlds as well as at least 5 non allied planets. Whether alone or with her partner Red Eagle she is a formidable foe and deadly combatant. Gloria S'trill is was born of both Human and Sathari parents and while on the outside it would seem she has no superpowers whatsoever, making that assumption is a foolish mistake. Nightbird's gift are a Cosmic Class intellect, and the ability to mimic movements. This combination of powers has made her an expert in almost every field she takes even the slightest interest in. Though she possesses an IQ of 1250 she pretends to be quite dim witted when not on the job, she has been known to let out sudden "Bursts" of insight. In her day job she is a CEO at Drendle Industries (Owned by Ronald Drendle aka Red Eagle). As Nightbird she fights crime and tries to help those in need. As yet her true identity is not known to anyone..not even the super sleuth Red Eagle. Gloria has no family to speak of and lives a solitary life having found no intellectual equal has caused most of her relationships to fail dismally this in turn has made her personality equally dark though as Gloria she hides her depression remarkably well. |
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| WHERE'S THE RESPECT?
lordcoyote 2016/11/4 16:41
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She can save the world a dozen times but still they'll only care about her measurements...  |
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| Unicorn March Madness-Day 5-Polarr
StarChild 2012/3/18 19:51
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| Obsidian Year One
Obsidian 2014/4/22 6:59
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| Before he became a spacefaring mercenary elf, Obsidian was a human adventurer and was stranded on a backwater world of medieval time period. There he learned about magic and all things enchanted. The vehicle pictured is actually a magical construct of notable power and is currently housed on a private space station owned by the Zero-Men. One might notice that Obsidian's armor is a bit different from the current design this is due to constant improvements made on a regular basis. |
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| biker babe
vash99 2016/1/10 21:28
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just something i played with
the pose took 2 hours |
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| A pretty girl
DahriAlGhul 2017/7/12 21:43
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Seventeen-Zephyr
StarChild 2014/1/17 18:20
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| MICHELLE PFEIFFER
halcon89 2018/2/24 11:07
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| A BRUTAL REBUTTAL
lordcoyote 2018/4/21 14:20
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Nine-PSI
StarChild 2014/1/9 15:25
1382 0
| B-Grade villain with a B-Grade look. lol |
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| ARIA 2017
halcon89 2017/1/10 9:15
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| BATYYGIRL
halcon89 2016/12/27 9:33
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| End Game.jpg
Obsidian 2015/8/3 7:15
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Finally, I track that sonofabitch down, and after another foot chase he tries to give me the slip by hopping in his ship again but I'm one step ahead of him this time and as I leap from the flight deck a thousand feet above the planet's surface, I summon the Wraith. In an instant it appears beneath me as if by magic. A split second later and I'm on his ass. For the first time since this began I have the upper hand and Razor knows it. He points his nose to the ground no doubt he figures his smaller ship can outmaneuver mine. He's wrong, the Wraith is a flying death machine of grace and beauty and she moves with agility unheard of for a craft of her size. We skim the surface just a few feet off the ground and around obstacles weaving in and out at blinding speeds. I never look at the controls keeping my eyes on the tiny craft as Razor desperately tries to escape. I know he wants to hyper-jump but he can't while I'm on him. He dips down into a canyon but it won't help him, the Wraith easily navigates the twisting terrain. Suddenly he pulls straight up and takes off like a shot. He's making a break for it but that won't help him either. I arm my cannons and fire randomly, I don't want to kill him just make him panic. As we clear the planet's atmosphere we scream towards a nearby asteroid field. Suddenly I hear Razor's voice over my comms.
"You know you can't catch me right? Not in that bulky thing. Sure you've got speed and you can maneuver in atmosphere but my ship was built for space. You won't win."
There's too much rage inside me and all I can muster is the phrase.
"You're a dead man."
He heads for a nearby asteroid field and we bob and weave though rocks the size of mountains and as soon as he's clear he makes the jump...just like I planned. I get his coordinates and punch them into the nav computer and make the jump to hyperspace. I come out just in time to see his tiny little craft slow down, he thinks he's lost me and that's when I let loose with a torpedo, it detonates taking out his shields and it's a simple matter for my guns to take him down. he treats off towards a nearby planet, at full burn, another base presumably. As we breach the atmosphere a dozen Hadean fighters join the fray, their funeral. I launch several F.A.F. (fire and forget) drones and continue after Razor. The drones will make short work of any pilots that were stupid enough to attack me. Their small size makes them hard to target and they pack considerable firepower. Razor's ship continues to fall apart and I watch as one of his engines explodes bursting into flames, an engine panel whizzes by my canopy but I never flinch. My scanners pick up a base nearby and I lock onto it with a heavy torpedo. The torpedo detonates a split second later leaving a gaping hole and destroying any possibility of rescue for Razor. His crippled ship makes a bee line for one of the few remaining hangars and I'm right on his tail. His landing isn't graceful in the slightest and he tears up the runway . As soon as the wraith is close enough I leap from the cockpit and onto the flight deck. Razor stumbles out of the wreckage with the grace of newborn foal. In an instant I'm on him, but I discover all too quickly that his clumsy staggering was a ruse. His blade narrowly misses my head as I slide under the stroke. I grip the ground fwith my gauntleted fingers for traction to slow my speed, and turn to face him in a three point stance. My blade instantly teleports into my hand and we square off. His armor is an even match for my own so just like our last encounter this fight is gonna come down to skill. Our swords clash, and I'm certain my 2 dimensional infinitium sword will easily lop his bullshit mythril blade in half, but no. One deadly slash after another and the sparks fly. Again and again, we test each other's skills and it looks like a stand off until I do something unexpected...
"Razor, you know you did something stupid right?"
"Oh, and what pray tell, is that?" We are evenly matched, there's no way you can take me."
"you're right." I say with a smile, "But you took too long to finish me and let this fight last long enough for my sword to charge. So you'll be fighting it instead of me."
Oh how I wish I could seen the look on his face as I release the handle and the enchanted sword flies of it's own free will. It is a sight to behold, and there's no way Razor can't keep both me and my blade in his sights, and I take full advantage. I tackle him to the floor with an impact hard enough to send his blade flying. Sitting on top of him I begin slamming my fist into his head repeatedly. Razor tries to use his clawed fingers to slice my mask while grabbing my wrist in his other hand. I edge my fist closer and closer to his face and just inches away I release the hidden mythril blade from my cybernetic arm I can feel the sudden panic as he doubles his effort to claw my face off.
"You, can't beat me like this Obsidian, our armors are too evenly matched. NNgh What do you argh, hope to accomplish?"
"We were evenly matched, until you cut my arm off."
I don't switch off the mic, as I tell my onboard computer:
"Computer, transfer additional power to cybernetics!"
Slowly my Arm-blade creeps toward the underside of his jaw millimeter by precious millimeter as he feels the point he tilts his head away but to no avail, the tip moves steadily closer. As the blade cuts through his armor he makes a sickening gurgle and I feel his grip tighten, as the tip sinks through the roof of his his mouth and into his brain he he squeezes tightly, his right hand opens and closes as if trying to grasp some unseen object and then suddenly with a final spasm and a shudder he ceases to be. His body relaxes and the blade plunges to it's full length until I can see an inch of the it poking out of the top of his helmet. I give a final twist for good measure and his body convulses violently and then goes limp. At last I have my revenge, the clan has it's debt, and I have his sword...as I walk back to my hovering ship I never look back, tossing an anti-matter grenade over my should as I leap into the cockpit. A moment later as my craft screams through the atmosphere the base explodes with 10 megatons of explosive power. I head back for the Lillun, with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. Killing is never easy for me and killing slowly is even less so. I think I'm gonna go get drunk. |
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| Conan 4385 Curse of the Chimera.jpg
Obsidian 2017/2/12 20:13
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Conan 4385, challenges the guardian of the temple of Imurgh, a deadly Chimera. It is not clear which of the two is in more danger...as Conan is every bit as fierce as any Chimera.
Chimera's possess the head and body of a massive lion (nearly 4 times the size of a regular lion) but have the head of a great Ram and a Dragon. Some have the dragon's head attached to their tail while other have it mounted next to the others. Chimera's can fly with their massive wings and are incredibly dangerous. Chimera's have a mean temper at all times and should not be approached if it can be avoided, the can bite with any or all of their heads and as a bonus can breathe fire like a true dragon. While not as potent as a true Dragon's fire it nonetheless dangerous. Their claws are nearly the size of daggers and are fully retractable. They can tear through the toughest non-conventional armors although magical armor seems to be more resilient against their attacks. Fortunately these massive beasts are not possessed of great intelligence being only marginally smarter than the average canine. However, even with that much intelligence they refuse to be tamed, and have turned on anyone foolish enough to try even if trained from birth. Chimera's in the wild reproduce by laying clutches of eggs, so evil are these creatures that their first act upon hatching is to kill and devour their siblings. So that no more than one in every clutch survives, and as vicious as they are it's a good thing too. Chimera's are fiercely territorial and will attack anyone and anything that encroaches upon their domains...even being foolish enough to attack full grown dragons. |
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| O bsidian Mask Armor Mark III
Obsidian 2014/8/4 4:20
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| Testing out some new textures for Obsidian's Mark III armor. |
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| Space Vixen
CDA 2018/5/4 11:07
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This concept is based on a sketch I made many years ago. I had originally submitted the preliminary version.
I have taken my original concept and taken it one step further and have now created the final version. |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day One-Dreadlord
StarChild 2014/1/2 14:51
1376 1
I intended to start this series yesterday...but you know i always manage to compensate. This one will feature mostly villains but there might be an updated hero or two here and there.
Dreadlord falls in a category all his own. A ruthless tyrranical leader who totally abhors the human race even though he at one time was human.
Dreadlord is the main protagonist in my upcoming Unicorn Anime series 'WARWOLVES' |
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| Not on my watch.jpg
Obsidian 2014/12/15 19:13
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| Obsidian Mask discovers an alien plot to take over the Earth. |
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| The Black Knight
Obsidian 2016/5/5 20:21
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| IDIOCY AT IT'S FINEST
lordcoyote 2017/5/3 15:15
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| Point of advice: If you're planing to mace someone who can rip a Humvee in half don't do it!!! |
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| Unicorn 30 in 30-Day Three-Karkan
StarChild 2014/1/3 23:08
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| Unicorn's very own time-displaced amateur caveman |
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| red rocker
vash99 2016/9/13 1:00
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ive been playing with this idea for sometime between shifts at work
i plan to enter it in a few art showings/contests in hot springs and in georgia with my cousins representing me i hope yall like it |
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| Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Sixteen: Terroids
StarChild 2014/12/16 1:27
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| No it doesn't stand for terrible hemmroids. lol |
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| Photo No. 1561-1590 (out of 2200 photos hit) | |
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! 3D Art !
Original Characters
![Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Twenty: Valhalla](http://heromorph.com/heromorph2/uploads/thumbs4/23221.jpg "Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Twenty: Valhalla")
![Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Sixteen: Terroids](http://heromorph.com/heromorph2/uploads/thumbs4/23207.jpg "Unicorn Comics 30 for 30 [2014] - Day Sixteen: Terroids")
