He Came to the capital of Tuina and with him he brought them.

He Brought the Artefacts of our unmaking in all shapes and forms.

He Preached of the day where these objects will save us all.

With Hair as Black as night and Eyes as red as a wyvern’s ferocity he was nothing to snigger at.

And on that preach he pulled out a ball, a ball of beautifully crafted gold, injected with unseen runics.

The relic flashed and all of the preacher’s objects disappeared, he said they must be won by the virtuous.

In that instant he disappeared before our eyes and the tribulations began... We needed saving, just as he said.

-Corelius the Elder


Yeah i'm back, not sure for how long, but i've put a stop to babel and begun a new project which stemed from the proposterous coney and ghosty mini-comic i never released here. It was about two wannabe heroes who found strange relics and began to save their neighbourhood with them, only to find themselves in a plot bigger then they could comprehend. I'll be putting up a little preview soon for anyone who even looks at my profile. It will be a group of mini-stories about many different people and their encounters with these mysterious relics

Me and my beautiful fiance are still looking for a flat too. We found a good masonette house, but it was privately rented without telling the estate agent, a bit cheeky to be honest. Not to give up hope though, we're still looking. Our little baby girl is now 5 months and is pretty healthy and big, she's sleeping pretty good too.