Oct 1, 2018
Adrian and Tullo! When your tropical elf gets sad, just buy him a giant reptile pet to lift his mood.
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Adrian and Tullo! When your tropical elf gets sad, just buy him a giant reptile pet to lift his mood.
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Tullos home- the beach. Part of the nether regions and known as a unforgiving place to live. At least the citizens higher lands think so.
I really wanne go ahead and work through this idea for a comic. How does one keep the motivation up? Any suggestions for good drawing-software aside from Photoshop? ...help ö_ö
Tullo in his “working-ouftit”, Treehouses and Kebu-fruit.
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Good old Tul. Want to keep him. I have the feeling I will have to do something with this character at some point.
Tullo is getting so weird with it and I really am just along for the ride
Tullo would want your father to be magically alive and able to rescue you even if it meant he saw you the way you are now?
Oh my goodness, this is SUCH a good question. I had to really ponder this one.
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The man kneels by the throne of the invader. His hair has matted into a thick layer, like woven horsehair. The ratty tunic he wears reveals bruises creepy up his back. A thick, brown collar stands out against his pale neck, its bronze buckle shining in the candlelight.
"My father...didn't deserve to die," Tullo says. "He was a good man. A noble man, who could have saved this land from the invader, and would again." He pauses, rolling his wrists which gives a concerning series of clicks. "He would save me. He wouldn't kill me, for what I'd done. I would have a little manor house to spend my exile in. Food, servants, warmth..." He hugs himself. "If it was anyone else I'd take the deal in a heartbeat. But it would kill me to be seen like this by him. I deserve that. But I couldn't do it." A hand tangles in his hair, and he leans into the touch. His eyes are empty. "I am the worst son he could have had."