Tskns-2x: Promontory in Russet (a path not taken) (Patreon)

The wanderer, guided by aetherial spirits, sails elsewhere. Here, blood crickets sing and feed birds unused to the footfall of human or porc.

While working on the Our Golden Age books, I'm taking a bit of time to keep my imagination free-running as we hex-crawl in a less familiar land with the help of the good heroes of the stratometaship. It helps me to have a bit of playful drawing on the side, without a clear destination on hand.

Who knows ... is there someplace at the end? Perhaps.

Anyway, enjoy and welcome.

—Luka
Seoul
Saturday