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Zefaris Early Sketches

I put it to a poll and you decided, here's a sneak peak at the first sketch of Zef's bust. I'm holding off on a full-body illustration purely because she doesn't have a full "set of gear" the way Zelsys does just yet.


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101 - National Treasure

A/N: I'm merging my two daily chapters into one, since this is the same format I'm already posting my daily Patreon updates in.

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The more he cross-referenc...

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Commissions

If and when I commission more artwork, what would you like it to be? I'm keeping this poll Patron-only since it's your money funding these.

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99/100 - Standard Procedure/Book of Secrets

She turned towards Zef when she put the cotton ball down to try and soak another one in disinfectant.

“C’mon, it’ll be easier if you just get in the bath with me.”

The cyclops gave a nod and a token sigh of resignation. “Alri...

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97/98 - Philosophy/Disinfectant

He quickly ran out of paper, and digging through the writing desk’s many drawers led him to use a spare clear journal he found therein for his decoding efforts.

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95/96 - Homunculus/Cipher

He was fully aware of the childishness of his visceral discomfort with the implication of a sapphic relationship between one of his comrades and the person who got them across the border. But that was Makhus the man, Makhus the Alchemist. The sour...

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93/94 - Cleanup/The Lab

It had been almost an hour since she began cleaning the store alongside her comrades, and Zef’s mind continued to wander while her body did all the hard work. Of all lessons she had learned in the military, it was the ability to mentally check o...

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91/92 - Mild Annoyance/Riverside Remedies

Both because of her payment, and because it had turned out Quincy was not quite as guilty as she had thought.

Had he sent people to their deaths at the maneater’s talons? Yes.

Had he done it with the intention of their deaths? No, if...

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89/90 - Quincy/Unintended Benefit

The street performer was gone from his previous spot, but his belting still echoed through the streets as she walked them, approaching the inn.

It wasn’t all legible, the lines she could pick out were just as charged as those of the previo...

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87/88 - Put Down/Wounds

A kick to the chest to knock its confused, headless form even further back, to give her enough time to take another breath.

She had enough time to align the cleaver’s cutting edge for an upward swing, but by then it was already at her thro...

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85/86 - Death Plea/Lover's Breath

From deep in her chest there rumbled a hearty laugh, gouts of Fog spilling forth  with each bark. She pushed the trigger lever far enough to hear the first click whilst she excused her outburst, “I apologize for laughing, but… Surely you ...

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83/84 - Crop Circles/Maneater

Small gaps in the corn led into two other clearings such as this, and after briefly considering walking straight into the corn, she chose to follow the one to the right. Her gut told her it would be unwise to step into the thick of the maize.

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81/82 - Performance Art/The Cornfield

There was a brief break in the singing after that, his strange eye-ornament’s glow dimming as he muttered some sort of prayer. Another breath. Another roar-sung verse. The foreign soldiers were becoming visibly upset, as were some of the other a...

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New Cover Art

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79/80 - Breakfast/Street Performer

A knock on the counter and a call of “Ey, barkeep!” was all it took to call the humanoid manifestation of positivity out of the kitchen, his smile shifting ever so slightly at the sight of her. 

“Late sleeper, huh? I take it you w...

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77/78 - Morning After/Preparation

“United by one wise man, an Independent State. This was much against the wishes of certain governments, whose leaders tried to break us down and make us all repent…”

Eventually, the steam that filled the bathroom and his own lack of fo...

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75/76 - Not A Coward/Regrettable Caution

Her hand came to a stop when Zefaris approached, making no attempt to hide her intentions as crawled onto the bed. “I’m no coward,” she uttered.

“Oh really?” came a laughing response. “Prove it, coward.”

The Tablet landed...

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73/74 - Coward/Poppy Petals

The towel nearly slipped off when she bent down to pick up the holster of her cleaver and the arm-harness of her gun, both of which she had previously discarded in front of the bathroom door.  

“All yours,” Zelsys said as she sat on...

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71/72 - Flustered/Frustrated

“Oh yeah…” she sighed, relaxing near every muscle she could. The filth and tension of gods knew how many miles walked and two fights were melting away, and before she knew it, the tub was nearly full.

She absent-mindedly closed the val...

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69/70 - Culinary Arts/Bathroom

He handed her one, assuring her that, “I’ll make sure your lady friend gets the other key to number four. The rooms are just up the stairs and down the hall, can’t miss it. The bath has its own heating crystal and water transmuter, so all yo...

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67/68 - Briefing/Accomodations

In fact, she noticed an even further detail by focusing on her peripheral vision to sneakily get a glimpse of their table. Zefaris wasn’t just ogling her, she was using the Homunculus Eye to surpass a normal human’s ability to stare at another...

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65/66 - Play to the Crowd/Social Rituals

Standing over his crumpled form, she ducked and reached for his face. She turned his head, opened one of his eyes, even slapped him a couple times and made sure he was breathing. “He’ll be fine,” she remarked, standing back up as she looked ...

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63/64 - Cross-Counter/Knockout

“Forfeit or your knee goes,” he seethed, taking hold of her kneecap. As if an addendum, he muttered “Cloud-scattering Sacred Breath…” to himself, taking in another sharp inhalation. She knew he would be able to maim her well before she c...

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61/62 - Duel/Cloud-scattering Sacred Breath

“Make me, bitch,” he spat.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, cur,” she spat right back, smiling. 

The barkeep yelled at them, “Don’t even think of fighting in my goddamn inn, you hear me?!”

“Want to take...

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59/60 - Beast-slayer Wanted/Harassment

It was far from full, as far as she could tell from where she sat.

“I’ll be right back,” she said, rising from her seat and making her way towards the notice board. It chiefly held a number of smaller requests and advertisements, from ...

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57/58 - Revelation/Good Food

While she spoke, she touched her cleaver’s handle with one hand, retrieved the Tablet with the other, and set it down on the table. She went to her traits list, turning the device upside-down so Makhus could read. 

“First, second, f...

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55/56 - The Trader/Trust

About a minute of haggling later, she was dragged into full awareness when they came to an agreement, “A’ight, so that’s one large bottle and two small ones.”

Thinking quickly, she reached for her cleaver’s handle to loosen the hol...

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53/54 - Town Gate/Old Guard

“What do you plan to do when you get to that gate, huh? Assault some grunt and play into their nation’s propaganda?!” she questioned, assuming that at least part of the apparent prejudice against Ikesians had to have come from wartime propag...

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51/52 - Poppies/Willowdale

The bearded historian nodded, “Exactly. Next thing they know, they’re getting pounded into the dirt with rolling thunder artillery and an army of peasants is fighting and winning against their trained martial artists using mundane blades and g...

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49/50 - Restricted Functions/Historical Context

“I’d grind the solid shell into a fine powder, use it as the base for ink. Then, I’d distill the mercurial solution into an elixir, which I’d imbibe while tattooing an appropriate sigil onto myself,” he continued, the veneer of stoicism ...

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