I got my order from AcornPress, and they are now available in my Etsy shop! They’re a little more expensive than I had hoped, but that is because they are printed front and back. I am really impressed with the quality as well as the turn-around time to get these done. They also have clear instructions on how to set up your files. I would definitely recommend them!

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If you would like some druid charms of your own, please check it out! You can get them individually, or the set of all five. They measure 1 inch (3 cm) high.

[Art] Custom FunkoPOP – Tauren

This guy used “Andre the Giant” as a base, but he had a LOT of sculpting work added. I think he’s either a shaman or a druid, not really sure. He’s not intended to be any specific character, I just wanted to practice doing something I hadn’t done before!

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[Art] Valentine Roundup

I tried to draw today but it just wasn’t a good art day, hopefully tomorrow will be! I have a lot of ideas for things to do but my fingers aren’t cooperating. In the meantime here are all of the valentines I’ve drawn for past years. These should be able to be printed out and used, though I haven’t tried it personally.

Draenei Valentines

Druid (Night Elf) Valentines

SWTOR (Imperial) Valentines

SWTOR (Republic) Valentines

Tauren Valentines

Warlock Valentines

 

[Story] Fishing

It was the first really warm day, though it wasn’t quite yet spring, the snow had melted and the sun shone cheerily overhead. They didn’t even need to wear their cloaks as they hiked the trail to the pond, where Ahali was certain that all of the fish would emerge from their long, hungry winter. So far none had bitten, that was perhaps because Makota had not put any bait on her hook. She was lost in thought, watching the ripples and reflections on the pond’s surface. Ahali dozed nearby, against a fallen log. It seemed silly to come all this way just to have a nap, he could have done that back at the camp. But then perhaps the walk had tired him; he was very old and there were times that Makota was more starkly reminded of that fact. That was only one of the thoughts that chased through her head on this sunny afternoon — what might happen to her once Ahali was gone.

She could always go back to the Bluff, she supposed, though she didn’t really know anyone there, and it was a bit too busy for her taste. Makota remembered all too well how awkward it felt when she had gone to visit her friend there, and she’d not heard from him since the incident with the orc. The little camp in the hills wasn’t really hers, and she thought it might be too difficult to stay there, with all the lingering memories. The same was true of Stonetalon, where she’d grown up. Ahali thought it too dangerous to go near the kaldorei still, uncertain of how they might react to them. Though Makota could speak a little of their language, it would no good if an arrow had already reached her from afar. They had every right to be cautious, after all that had happened. Makota supposed that she could just start walking, and see where she ended up. She had never been much further than the plains and the mountains that surrounded them for her entire life. There had to be other places to see. She supposed that Dalaran didn’t count, because she hadn’t walked there, and the whole thing had seemed like a very strange dream.

That was the other thing. Makota tugged her line up out of the water and looked at the still-bare hook before she dropped it back again with a plunk. More than anyone else, Makota missed her elf friend Latahlali. She’d written a few times, and Makota had received the letters at the nearest orc outpost. Lali had her elf now, and her own baby, and she lived at a magic school where she taught children history and reading and things like that. She couldn’t help but feel a little jealous, it all sounded a lot more interesting than fishing with boring old Ahali. But a magic school was no place for someone like Makota, she knew that well enough. For one thing, all of the doors and chairs would be too small. And she’d always be afraid that she’d break something by accident, or step on something she shouldn’t. She did want to visit of course, to see her friend again, but maybe too much time had passed. Maybe their lives were too different now. She’d said so before, to Ahali, and he said that it didn’t matter if friends were different. Sometimes it was those differences that made the friendship all that much more special. He always said things like that.

But it was possible, it would just take some doing. Makota knew that the magic school was near the elf city in the Eastern Kingdoms. They would have to find someone who could make a portal there, but cities always had mages. Hadn’t Makota seen some in Thunder Bluff? Talking to them was scary though, and she didn’t know their language. She’d have to speak Orcish and she didn’t like it, and neither did they judging from the faces they made. She rather doubted that Ahali would want to go along, and she didn’t think she could leave him all alone. She glanced over and he snorted a little, but didn’t wake up. Makota decided that she would ask him about it when he awoke. But she guessed the conversation would go a bit smoother if he wasn’t hungry. She nudged over one of the fallen logs with a hoof, picking up a fat white grub. This time, the hook would be sure to attract a hungry fish.

[Art] OC-tober – Day 7

I am not going to draw all my WoW characters (because there are way more than 30), but I am going to draw a few really important ones. I’d say my first one is really important! I didn’t know anything about WoW lore going in, I’d never played WarCraft, only StarCraft. I knew I wanted to be a druid, because the class sounded really neat to me, and I ended up picking a Tauren because I thought the idea of being a huge cow was hilarious.

Tahanah was a peace-loving cow and never embraced the Horde’s bloodthirsty mentality. She lived on the border of Ashenvale with her kaldorei neighbors. In-game, she was faction changed into Tathariel, Ornasse’s daughter, several years back. In-character, she is the mother of Makota, my sunwalker, but was killed by orcs who mistook her for a bear.

She was the character who I first experienced WoW with, so she will always have a special spot in my heart. She did all of the druid quests including the seal form and the level 51 poison quest. She even attended the opening of the gates of Ahn’qiraj!

Bonus sketch of the janky old Horde cat form!

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[Art] An’shula

Just a quick little doodle of my hunter, An’shula.

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[Art] Cuties – Tauren

Some critters that remind me of my first days in WoW!

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