"Those nooses are too high off the ground; it's entirely impractical."
"Y'know, I think the Duke isn't worried about the ol' short-drop-and-sudden-stop methodology."
"And you think that wee limb's gonna hold my weight, Widget?"
"...fair point. So maybe his approach isn't exactly watertight — I'm still not planning on being around to test it."
Widget leaned out around the edge of the stone wall, cautiously testing the weight of the makeshift shiv in his hand. He scanned the empty courtyard for movement; in the distance, guards strolled up and down in regular patrols by torch light. In the center of the yard, a large, dead tree loomed. There was something symbolic about it, the kobold decided; something about its grandiose size and barren limbs reminded him of the Duke's rule over the city.
Seven months, Widget and Thaugra had been held in the city prison, kept alive largely through the protestations of the Duke's wife; Widget was confident that if the Duke had his way, neither the kobold nor the orc would make it to eight months.
"Ah, could you hurry up, lad? This shiny dobber here's starting to get squirmy," Thaugra hissed.
"Yeah... We're almost good to go. Tell him that I'll perforate his thigh if he keeps fussing," Widget said.
"Aye." The orc paused, adjusting her grip as the guardsman nervously relented his struggling. "Say, Widget, what's the story with you and the Duke anyway? Seems he's got a particular stone in his boot for you."
"I, uh, may have had a fling with his wife." Widget bit his lip. "A few times, actually."
"Oh." Thaugra paused. "Widget, you wee numpty, we've got to get out of here, or we're right fucked."
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A follow-up to the piece of Thaugra and Widget getting arrested atop the Duke's rooftop, months ago. I need to draw more of these two, but I guess I'll follow them as their misadventures warrant. This one is also another paint-over based on screenshots from Tiny Glade, which continues to be a fun exercise.
"Y'know, I think the Duke isn't worried about the ol' short-drop-and-sudden-stop methodology."
"And you think that wee limb's gonna hold my weight, Widget?"
"...fair point. So maybe his approach isn't exactly watertight — I'm still not planning on being around to test it."
Widget leaned out around the edge of the stone wall, cautiously testing the weight of the makeshift shiv in his hand. He scanned the empty courtyard for movement; in the distance, guards strolled up and down in regular patrols by torch light. In the center of the yard, a large, dead tree loomed. There was something symbolic about it, the kobold decided; something about its grandiose size and barren limbs reminded him of the Duke's rule over the city.
Seven months, Widget and Thaugra had been held in the city prison, kept alive largely through the protestations of the Duke's wife; Widget was confident that if the Duke had his way, neither the kobold nor the orc would make it to eight months.
"Ah, could you hurry up, lad? This shiny dobber here's starting to get squirmy," Thaugra hissed.
"Yeah... We're almost good to go. Tell him that I'll perforate his thigh if he keeps fussing," Widget said.
"Aye." The orc paused, adjusting her grip as the guardsman nervously relented his struggling. "Say, Widget, what's the story with you and the Duke anyway? Seems he's got a particular stone in his boot for you."
"I, uh, may have had a fling with his wife." Widget bit his lip. "A few times, actually."
"Oh." Thaugra paused. "Widget, you wee numpty, we've got to get out of here, or we're right fucked."
---
A follow-up to the piece of Thaugra and Widget getting arrested atop the Duke's rooftop, months ago. I need to draw more of these two, but I guess I'll follow them as their misadventures warrant. This one is also another paint-over based on screenshots from Tiny Glade, which continues to be a fun exercise.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Kobold
Size 1920 x 1080px
File Size 2.55 MB
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