First, let me get the shout-out out of the way. rumash has got to be one of the best unknown talents I've come across FA, go give him money!
The original sketches of my kobold warrior, Tiktaalik, with a heart of gold who dreams of being a Knight like the ones in his secret human picture-book. He's big for his kind, innocent and care-free... look at him here, such simply joy in his expression in the bottom right. =D
But alas, alack... he was cursed by a helm, doomed to slowly turn into a wyvern. He's lost more than his hands; his face, his very identity and even his big heart and deeply-held morals are threatened by the changes wrought upon by the curse of the dragon. More to come. ;)
Tiktaalik, Tik, or Tik Tak is the larger twin brother of Draselth. Consigned to rearing and training the clan’s dire weasels, Tik grew to love the animals he was left alone to care for after the death of the elderly stable hand. With his great size and strength, he never could understand why the elders chose to shift him – of all kobolds – from the mines; he preferred to ignore the hushed whispers of “too big” and “strange scales”. But he didn’t mind the solitude and escape from the frenetic buzz of the tunnels. The weasels kept him company, especially Mo – the little runt he’d rescued from the stew-pot.
So too did his picture books. When the last stable hand - Kray of Skyfire -caught a young Tik trying to ride a weasel like one of the warriors for the first time, the leathered old kobold had simply hushed Tik’s stammered apologies and pressed the tattered volumes into his arms with a knowing smile. The old cripple, who’d been a warrior himself in his prime, taught Tik what he could of the spear and sword – a serious crime, for elders had not chosen for the young kobold to follow that path. Tik shared these forbidden treasures with only one other: his brother, Draselth. Together they dreamed of the tales of knightly honour and chivalry, adventure, and quests for lady love. They aspired to be just like the heroes in the human stories, scuttling away to the quiet sanctuary of the stables to practice with rusty old weapons. But as Draselth ascended through the ranks of the clergy he began to urge Tik to hide the books away, begging him to bury their shameful secret forever, before the books were discovered and incurred the wrath of the elders. Tik loved his brother dearly, but couldn’t accept his pleas.
In spite of his misgivings, Draselth was just as fascinated by the humans and their stories. Neither of them could fully accept the elders’ dogma, for how could such “evil” and “barbaric” creatures weave such wonderful tales? They both thought the same odious, heretical thoughts: perhaps the elders were wrong, just a little. But it hurt, the way the Good and Just knights were always humans or elves or dwarves, slaying the evil goblins and dragons and… kobolds. Why should this be so? Why could they never be the heroes?
So, after many moons of careful planning, they set out from the warrens. Hoping to find and see a human village for themselves, and be back home before sunrise.
The original sketches of my kobold warrior, Tiktaalik, with a heart of gold who dreams of being a Knight like the ones in his secret human picture-book. He's big for his kind, innocent and care-free... look at him here, such simply joy in his expression in the bottom right. =D
But alas, alack... he was cursed by a helm, doomed to slowly turn into a wyvern. He's lost more than his hands; his face, his very identity and even his big heart and deeply-held morals are threatened by the changes wrought upon by the curse of the dragon. More to come. ;)
Tiktaalik, Tik, or Tik Tak is the larger twin brother of Draselth. Consigned to rearing and training the clan’s dire weasels, Tik grew to love the animals he was left alone to care for after the death of the elderly stable hand. With his great size and strength, he never could understand why the elders chose to shift him – of all kobolds – from the mines; he preferred to ignore the hushed whispers of “too big” and “strange scales”. But he didn’t mind the solitude and escape from the frenetic buzz of the tunnels. The weasels kept him company, especially Mo – the little runt he’d rescued from the stew-pot.
So too did his picture books. When the last stable hand - Kray of Skyfire -caught a young Tik trying to ride a weasel like one of the warriors for the first time, the leathered old kobold had simply hushed Tik’s stammered apologies and pressed the tattered volumes into his arms with a knowing smile. The old cripple, who’d been a warrior himself in his prime, taught Tik what he could of the spear and sword – a serious crime, for elders had not chosen for the young kobold to follow that path. Tik shared these forbidden treasures with only one other: his brother, Draselth. Together they dreamed of the tales of knightly honour and chivalry, adventure, and quests for lady love. They aspired to be just like the heroes in the human stories, scuttling away to the quiet sanctuary of the stables to practice with rusty old weapons. But as Draselth ascended through the ranks of the clergy he began to urge Tik to hide the books away, begging him to bury their shameful secret forever, before the books were discovered and incurred the wrath of the elders. Tik loved his brother dearly, but couldn’t accept his pleas.
In spite of his misgivings, Draselth was just as fascinated by the humans and their stories. Neither of them could fully accept the elders’ dogma, for how could such “evil” and “barbaric” creatures weave such wonderful tales? They both thought the same odious, heretical thoughts: perhaps the elders were wrong, just a little. But it hurt, the way the Good and Just knights were always humans or elves or dwarves, slaying the evil goblins and dragons and… kobolds. Why should this be so? Why could they never be the heroes?
So, after many moons of careful planning, they set out from the warrens. Hoping to find and see a human village for themselves, and be back home before sunrise.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Reptilian (Other)
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 1280px
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Well, there's worse things to become than a dragon i suppose. this guy is cool. I could see him hanging out with Deekin
Thanks! Playing a pathfinder game with a furry crew, I wanted to do something different to reveling in his change. So when the GM fused Tik's wizz-bang dragon helm to Tik's head by surprise and fated the little bugger to turn into a wyvern I decided to treat it like a curse haha. Poor GM, I don't think he expected that. An innocence-lost kinda thing, yeah it's cool to be a dragon but his pure-hearted soul has been tainted by draconic vice.
He is! A good feet or two taller than the average kobo' too, he was shunned for being a freak. Expect to see more.
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