♛ The jungle was ancient, lush and generally unchanged spanning back to the era of dinosaurs. Some of those wicked creatures still existed and lurked in the spacious underbrush beneath the perch of Barbara high atop a rocky mountain plateau. Of course they were far evolved past their original forms in order to adapt to the eons weighing down upon the races. It was rare to be as sleek and perfect as the shark and never need to evolve as a species. Nature’s perfect predator throughout the ages.
Gazing out over the vast landscape, listening to the ambient wind and the chirping of the strange birds she whiffed the charred aroma of molten smoke emanating lucidly from a volcano beside the mountain. It was lower so she was able to view down into the rich bubbling magma with her one good eye. An eye patch covered the other. It wasn’t great but it was better than a glass eye. Classier, more mysterious. It denied people seeing what was truly there, something ugly.
The mission depended on strength, not just physically, but more importantly in the will to succeed, no matter what the cost of energy. That’s why they chose her.
In this foreign land there were mysterious dangers and prizes no one yet discovered, because it was virtually uncharted territory. This was the Tangled Terrace, and no one typically dared to come. Aboriginal tribes had existed here for millennia, but they weren’t known to be friendly. Quite the opposite in fact. Reportedly people had been savagely sniped down on sight with poison blow dart guns for even having the gall to enter the area. Clearly the breach was offensively invasive to established human cultures. Noted. That was okay. Barbara wasn’t walking in completely naive and pathetic. She knew what to expect, and came prepared.
A large broadsword adorned strapped onto her back over a baby blue cloak dancing in the gusting wind. That was plan A. There was more where that came from. She knew she was sure to need all of it, and then some.
It wasn’t a tropical vacation she was on by any stretched notion of delusional positive thinking. Not at all. It was a harrowing, dangerous adventure into a long lost land to retrieve a piece of loot so precious no one ever recovered it before or could even be certain it was actually real. The Richterstone.
The legend had been told for over the ages. When the King of Gearfjall commissioned the infamous skills of Barbara as a thief and warrior scoundrel, even her, a banafide renegade and celebrated bold daredevil individual did not dare decline for fear of an even worse fate at the hands of the fucked up Empire.
So here she was now. Stuck in this vile, intimidating situation where the only way forward was to fight her way through and hopefully come out the other side not shredded to pieces and forever changed in a negative way but born anew wiser, stronger.
In the majestic, war-torn continent of The Shattered Lands a condition known as Nightblood grants the afflicted the ability to transform into a ravenous werewolf – at a terrible cost.
One of these notorious creatures is a mercenary named Mangebag. Tasked with an important secret mission for the Gearfjall Empire, Mangebag must brave the oppressive Frostwhip Valley. Unfortunately, on the way he encounters the Proud Defilers, a gang of thugs who have their
own conflicting plans.
So begins the story of…
ISSUE #1 now available in the STORE.
20 bone-crunching pages of sheer suspense, laughs, magen and mayhem. Get your copy now in the Anxiety-Disorder Comics.com store!
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Have a great day!
After his rendezvous with Quordo, Weston WIllis makes his way to the top of a construction site rooftop, where he finds Luscious and his cronies waiting.
The exchange for fifteen thousand dollars worth of snag goes down as Weston, Quordo, Luscious, Cookie and Coda all participate on an under construction rooftop on downtown Paradox Street, Witch’s Cauldron, Liquid City.
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