#starcarft

Been working on a commission for KOTN 5 lately and filmed myself doing it. So if you've ever wondered you can see how I draw and colour my stuff here (this is a link to the drawing vid, the colouring is in the video after). Done a bunch of these guys so there’s more to come but here’s Starcraft II pro JonSnow.

…I’m not good with concept design, tbh. 

Chris Metzen geht in Rente

Kaum jemand hat die letzten Jahrzehnte der Computerspiele so geprägt wie Chris Metzen. Er kam zu Blizzard als das noch keiner kannte und hat dann als Designer bereits am ersten Warcraft mitgearbeitet. Ab da war er für die Geschichte und die Charaktere, für Design und Hintergrund von allen wichtigen Blizzard Spielen verantwortlich. Auch beim aktuellen Erfolg Overwatch hat er seine Finger im Spiel.…

Please excuse my not-good English ;)

tagging @lady-windrunner @yedg ;)

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The weight pillowed on his arm stirred.

Alarak wasn’t paying attention at first. He continued reading the article on the screen pad, until that weight shook a few times.

The Highlord lowered his head, finally turned his attention to Artanis, who’s been holding him in slumber. He waited. Yet Artanis didn’t seem like he’s going to wake up.

Suddenly, the Hierarch was inching towards Alarak, the arms held on his waist were tightened, face was pressing in Alarak’s chest. The Highlord was not unfamiliar with such reaction. He put down the pad; his hand touched Artanis’ cheek - 

“...Zera...tul...”

Artanis’ words stunned Alarak. He let out a quiet sigh, continued his embrace to his love one.

The Dark Prelate, Zeratul; to Artanis, he was a honored predecessor, a teacher, even a trusted family member. But, Amon, the most hated Xel’Naga; it was he who processed Artanis and lead to the death of Zeratul, under his own blades. 

Ever since they were together, Alarak had found out about Artanis’ dream of Zeratul’s death. And no matter how many times the Highlord had tried to comfort, Artanis never could let go of this sin that he should not bear. 

Glazing his lover’s slightly paled face, Alarak stroked the lines under Artanis’ closed eyes. Their crests touched. And Alarak came to a decision.

One more reason to take down Amon.