Kirin
I was born from the stars,
I am the master of the fifth
I will stand no outrage
I will stand no filth
Felt good to draw for myself one again after all these commissions ^^
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
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Servant of the Dark Koki
The Koki is often called the RIver of Life. Invisible, it manifests in all forms and manners, but mostly into the Kamis, the invisible spirits of the Dragonian Kingdom. Servants of the dark Koki are often terrifying and poorly understood practitioners of very powerful arcanic techniques, capable of the most prodigious feats. For that they are feared and respected.
Most folks believe that the dark koki is some kind of perverted branch of the Koki itself, polluted or corrupted somehow, manifesting in sinister kamis that the servant learn to dominate. The truth is very far from these folks tales., for the Dark Koki doesn’t exist. The power of its servants is the power of the Void, of the absence of life, the non-existence, the very negation of reality.
Maybe folks knows that, and prefer a reassuring tale to a terrifying truth.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
Dragonian airship pilot
Extreme focus is require to pilot a dragonian airship. There is no mechanical commands, consoles, gears or machines. Everything is operated with chi string from experienced user. The most skilled of them even use toes and each fingertips.
This is a highly dangerous task, one mistake and the weight of the hull would literally crush you.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
Fumetsu no Kirofune
(Yamato class Dragonian Airship)
The Airships of the dragonian Kingdom have no balloons, nor propellers. They are made from the finest and rarest windwood, They tends to be quite small, and fins, propelled by wind kamis summoned by wind users. The Fumetsu no Kirofune is quite the exception. It’s massive, immense, imposing. He is not propelled by regular wind kamis, but by the power of the Dark Koki.
No airship car rival its speeds and power when cruising the sea of cloud under the two blood moons.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
The Throne room of the Dragon King
Upon his throne at the foot of the ever-blooming Tree of Tife, the Dragon King is hearing a delegation coming from a far province. His strange yet loyal counselors respectfully assists him in his decisions. The royal Kirin is asleep, with its eyes wide open, brilliantly glowing.
The King look human, but even the most chi-sensorialy deprived peoples are overwhelmed in His presence by his massive connection with the Koki, the invisible river of souls that flows from every life in this world.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
Hae No Ryu, Second plateau : The Great Market
The second plateau of the capital of the Dragonian Kingdom is filled with artisans, monks, samurais and priests. Every one of them is pursuing his kung-fu, that is not martial arts but the pursuing of mastery in a particular field of expertise. Light and shadows are clearly separated and yet always mixed.
Accessing the last plateau is quite difficult, for it is heavily guarded and fortified. Sometimes, Sakura petals from the ever-blooming cherry Tree of Life flies by. This is a common gift tourist get to catch upon visiting.Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
Hae no Ryu, Lower plateau
The royal city of the Dragonian Kingdom is located between two massive chains of mountains. Three gigantic unnatural steps stretches across the valley, culminating to a giant cherry tree, perpetually blossoming. The lower plateau is filled with rice fields and cultures. Hovering above the second plateau is the monks district. Time seems to slows here, everything is quiet, peaceful, orderly. Even the winds seems to blows silently as life repeats with the daily chore.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
The Zaibaker
Zaibaker is a flying fortress of the Duk’zarit. Massive, rough, dark. Constructions are sometimes made of dragon bones, defenses and claws protruding everywhere as if they wanted to scorch the skies. This huge construction looks organic, as if it were some kind of somber leviathan, ominously creeping on foreign territories.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
Duk’zarit repartition of the loot
A ritual more than a chore. Partitioning the loot is a sacred task for the duk’zarits. Wealth is not that important, status is. And the more you gain, the more you are respected. What you do after with all this shiny stuff does not matter, some even left it there to gather dust.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook
Commission for the Voyageur for the Archipel des Vents RPG -
Kieran (Commission)
Kiran, determined, fierce eyes fixed on his future, filled with absolute resolutions. Is he thinking of Phila ?
Nemesis, wearing its appearance of the three-eyed old man is waiting, as always.
Yaldomnu faces it, giant, monstrous.. fixed forms are an just options for a god.
Above all is Father Yahweh, God of the universe, Creator of everything, yet is everything.Commission for K4rlman
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook