Weekly Random-A-Thon #11: Winter Veil Edition

Not going to forget this time!  This week we are going to celebrate Winter’s Veil, and you get to help me choose how to do it!

I kept the locations simple, you pretty much get to choose either of the main winter veil cities.  Though don’t assume which city wins will mean the focus of that faction, maybe a raid broke through and are terrorizing the celebrants.  You won’t know until the time comes for the image!

Now when it comes to other projects, hopefully will have the mid-week image done tonight or tomorrow, and then starting up Hellfire again to push the next update.  Though don’t expect that till after the holiday, as I have a lot of personal celebrating to do both for the holiday and my Birthday that follows right after.  Does one officially start calling himself an old man at 30?  Can I tell kids to get off my lawn yet?  Anyways…

Lok’tar Ogar!

Situation

  • The Naughty List (48%, 195 Votes)
  • A Stolen Present (15%, 60 Votes)
  • Father Winter's Helper (15%, 59 Votes)
  • Romantic Holiday Evening (12%, 48 Votes)
  • Dick in a Box (11%, 45 Votes)

Total Voters: 406

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Location

  • Ironforge (53%, 210 Votes)
  • Orgrimmar (47%, 187 Votes)

Total Voters: 396

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Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #10

Weekly Random #10

The night was still young, but Robyn felt herself growing tired.  “Just tell me where it is, and you can go free.  Do you want to stay down here forever!?  Don’t think I wont!”

Days earlier she was given a tip about a transport ship supposedly carrying a valuable crystal coveted by the draenei.  It was one of the most difficult operations she had ever done, but by the end, the ship was captured and the crew sent out in lifeboats, minus one troublesome warrior.

Yet all that work, and somehow, the crystal was spirited away. “I will flog you from here to Tol Barad if you don’t tell me what you did with it!”

Her captive turned his gaze from her, his white eyes veering off into the shadows.  She had to respect the draenei’s remarkable willpower, but she was not going give up so easily, no matter how many more days it took.  He turned back only to spit in her direction, hitting her on the chest, “I only answer to the Light, and no matter what you do to me, the crystal will never be yours.” he taunted as he pulled on his chains.

Robyn scowled at her captive, “I should throw you over the deck for that, let the Naga have you for breakfast.” she taunted, getting in as close as she could to his face, “You are lucky I need you alive.  You will crack eventually.”

Robyn turned and walked from the storage room to the stairs.  She could feel the gaze of the draenei piercing her back as she departed, exhausted and feeling out of options she paused to sit at the top stair. “What’s wrong, lass?” came a familiar voice suddenly sitting down beside her, “Nothing new since yesterday, Pidge.” she answered, putting her hands up to her temples, “I have tried bribing him, seducing him, scaring him. He just won’t crack.”

Pidge took one of her strong arms and slapped Robyn on the back, “Well then, does that mean I get a turn?” she asked with a grin, leaning in close, “You can be a bit soft, I will make him sing for ya”.  Pidge was always a good friend, but her methods were much more brash.  Robyn preferred not asking her to handle such situations unless required.  She thought deeply about it for a moment, “Fine.  Do it.”

Pidge jumped up, a mischievous grin on her face, “About time…” she said as she made her way down the stairs.  Robyn continued sitting at the top, waiting to see what Pidge could get out of him.

“So she sent another to do… hey.. hey what are yo…!?” she heard the draenei say as suddenly a large clang echoed from below.  Robyn heard shuffling and a few crates fall over. “You can’t!” the draenei yelled, his voice sounding nervous and agitated, “Shut up, you big blueberry!” Robyn could hear Pidge yell back.  More struggling could be heard followed by another large crash.  She was glad the rest of the crew was high above deck so they didn’t think they were under attack.

Robyn leaned forward, trying to get in better earshot of what was happening below, “Now, big boy, tell me what I want to know.” she heard Pidge say, the draenei breathing heavily, “Ne… never! I will ne..humph”.  Robyn could hear more struggling as the draenei was cut off, his voice seemed more confused then anything.

“Let’s try this again, where is it?” she heard Pidge ask again, her mouth swallowing hard as she talked.  The draenei gasped for breath, “I can’t…” he said before his voice was once again squelched.

Robyn started to feel regret, she didn’t want to kill the bastard.  She decided to go down and reign Pidge in a bit.  As she descended the stairs other sounds filled her ears, sloppy sounds, sucking sounds, other rather familiar ones.  She picked up her pace out of curiosity.

As she came to the location of the chained draenei, she saw Pidge hanging upside down on his massive form, her legs holding tight around his head and muffling his speech by squeezing him into her waist.  The guy was nearly naked now, his huge cock  wet with Pidge’s saliva as she attempted to stuff it deep into her throat.

“Pidge!” Robyn said, a smile crossing her face as she put her hands on her hips, “This isn’t normally how one interrogates…”

Pidge removed the cock from her mouth, Saliva still dripping from her lips as she squeezed his balls, forcing him to give a squelched yelp.  “You disapprove?” she asked coyly, as if she knew the answer.

Robyn closed her eyes and laughed to herself, “I approve… and think I should stay a bit.  I may learn a thing or two…”

Decided to bring back not only Robyn, but her First Mate Pidgora, who I designed but never really used much before.  She got a bit of a redesign, as did Robyn.  The big lug is a new character I made who you will see more often, though not as much of a compromising position.  Hope everyone likes the image, was a fun pose to try.

As for the naming post earlier this week, after some great help in the comments and from friends, his name has become Xanakar Banetongue, and you will see him in an image sometime this week.

Finally, for those wondering what is going on with Hellfire, it’s in the works, just hard finding time to do it plus the randoms.  I want to make the next few images animated, which means I need even more time then normal.  Hopefully it won’t take to much longer.

Lok’tar Ogar!

Anyone have any ideas on a name for this guy?

satyrmanimage

New character design, Satyr with a penchant for trickery and stealing away sexy young ladies into the night to seduce and fuck silly.  Am designing some more characters to fill up my roster a bit on the men side of the coin, this guy being one of the first I am happy with.

Only issue, I have no idea what to call him.  I have thought about dozens of names and even got some suggestions from friends, but so far nothing has really grasped me.  So I put it to you, readers, to help me give this guy part of his identity!

Lok’tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #9 : The Still Frame

Weekly Random #9 Standing Still

After a bit of consideration, and some annoyance over that whole “seizure” thing, I got to thinking.  Why can’t I make a still shot version of the image too?  Maybe even use it to experiment a bit?  Thus the image you see above.  Fixed a few of the things nagging me about the animation and decided to get a little more… climaxic?  Can I trademark that word?

Anyways… enjoy!

Lok’tar Ogar!

Weekly Random-A-Thon #9 Image

Weekly Random #9

It was a warm evening in Booty Bay, Vexka could barely hear anything over the chatter that filled the tavern.  She gazed across the table, looking intently at her mates clenched fists.  “Krognor! Calm down!  Enjoy a drink!” she yelled as she tossed one of the nearby mugs.  He caught it effortlessly, chugging it down before returning to his seeming state of unrest, “What is wrong with you tonight, love?” she continued with a much quieter tone, some concern taking her brow.

Krognor looked up, his eyes almost seemed to be burning, “It’s been weeks since we had a good fight!” he screamed as he threw the empty mug across the room, hitting a goblin waiter in the side of the head.  He fell with a thud, but almost no one in the tavern seemed to take notice.

Vexka laughed, but she felt the restlessness as well.  The lethargy had left them both docile and restless, and she couldn’t even remember the last time they had grown intimate.  She had planned to be with him tonight, but she did not know if it would help their built up aggression.

“Excuse me…” came a voice from behind her, and Krognor’s sudden rising from his seat was all she needed to know it was Alliance.  She turned slowly to see two night elves looking down at her, arms crossed and a scowl of disapproval.  She quickly climbed out of her seat to get on more even footing, “What?” she said bluntly.

The female stepped forward, “You gave that goblin a concussion. You should apologize.” she said, a sly smirk crossing her face as she looked past Vexka to her mate, his fists turning dark from how tight he was holding them.  “Orcs don’t apologize.” Vexka answered sternly, getting in close to the elven woman’s face.

“My wife and I insist.” said the elven man, reaching his arm up and grabbing Vexka on the shoulder with a strong grip, pushing her threateningly.  Vexka felt her blood heat up and  she smiled, soon turning to her mate, “I think I know just what you need, love.”

Krognor nodded before letting out a roar and jumping over the table.  He collided with the elven man as the two started furiously exchanging blows.  Vexka threw out her own punch at the elven woman, but was quickly blocked, “Very well then…” the woman said as she threw a wild uppercut, nailing Vexka in the jaw.  Vexka felt excitement fill her blood as she recovered and jumped forward, tackling the elven woman to the ground.

“Hey! Hey! Break it up!” came a sniveling little voice from the corner, yet the four continued the brawl, knocking over tables and chairs.  By the time the bruisers showed up, it had looked as if a cyclone had engulfed the tavern, and all the other patrons were watching in amusement.  “That’s enough!” the head bruiser said as he called out to the others, launching a volly of nets that engulfed the four of them.”

“It’s the prisons for you!” the bruiser yelled.  “huh, the prisons were destroyed with the Cataclysm, don’t you remember?” came the voice of another.  “Oh… right… well lock them in the lost and found storage room for the night, that will teach them a lesson”.

It took awhile for the bruisers to drag the two couples to the nearly empty storage room and throw them inside.  Vexka stood and dusted herself off as the door slammed closed behind them.  She looked around for signs of anyone else before turning to the elven woman, leaning casually on the nearby wall.

“That punch was a lucky shot, Alandra.” Vexka boasted, walking up to the elf and embracing her warmly.  The two held each other tight for a time, before letting go.

“You wish…” Alandra answered with a grin, “You know next time we decide to meet, we should just get a room together.  These conflicts are starting to make it difficult to travel anywhere neutral.”

Vexka laughed under her breath before turning stern, “You know that can’t happen, if anyone would find out…” she said with concern, before Alandra cut her off with a wave of her hand, “I know.  I know.”

“Well at least neither of you almost had your body crushed under Krognor’s fat gut.” came the voice of the elven man, continuing with a chuckle, “Oh wait…”

“Always the comedian, Joril.” Alandra sighed, before blowing him a kiss.  Vexka let out a hearty laugh as the mood turned light, “Well I think he is funny…”  Krognor remained silent through most of the conversation, cracking his knuckles, before walking up and punching Joril in the shoulder, his silent way of saying thanks.

The two women nodded to each other as they walked up to the two men, unbuckling their armor as they went, Vexka looked to Joril, his slender body hiding a powerful physique.  She looked to her mate, his eyes starring intently at Alandra’s own slender curves.

“Alandra, I think a trade is in order…” she said seductively, the elven woman bitting her lip as she answered, “Agreed.  We can always trade back, we got the whole night after all…”

This was a bit different then the animations I did before, as I actually attempted to do full 3D mixed with some drawn in elements rather then just fully cut and pasted items.  There are some areas I wish were better but overall I think the movement makes up for a lot of the problems.  I am going to try this again in the future and see how well I can get it to work.

Hope you all enjoy!

Lok’tar Ogar!

P.S  This animation was banned from Rule 34 for being “seizure-inducing” so hope I didn’t cause anyone to convulse.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Poll #9

A little late with the poll this time, but I was trying to nail down a few people… I mean things.

You will notice the vote is a little smaller this time.  That is because I decided to choose the situation to better get a jump on making the animation.  You get to decide where it will be located and based on that vote, the situation itself may change slightly.

Now to hope I have enough time to make this a good one!

Lok’tar Ogar!

Animation Location

  • Booty Bay (35%, 177 Votes)
  • Dalaran (28%, 140 Votes)
  • Halfhill (17%, 87 Votes)
  • Shattrath (14%, 71 Votes)
  • Everlook (6%, 32 Votes)

Total Voters: 503

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Weekly Random-A-Thon Bonus Image!

Random Bonus

Sneeki felt her blood race as she sprinted, the light from the magic conduits being her only guide out this blue dragon freakshow.  She perked up her ears, the sudden scream coming from far behind her, “What do you mean it’s gone!?”

Sneeki giggled to herself as she kept running, the magical artifact held tight to her chest.  She didn’t have much use for it, but she figured it would get her a pretty penny back in Dalaran.  The others would understand, or not, she didn’t really care.

As she turned another corner, she noticed a strange glow.  Green runes adorned the floor just in front of her, catching her off guard.  She decided to make a break for it, running at full speed towards the runes.  As she came upon the runes, a strange fire overtook the spot in front of her and a figure materialized, her head knocking directly into it’s metal shin.  “Oof!” she said as she was stunned, the world spinning quickly around her.

“I knew putting that demon gate back here was a good idea.” came the familiar voice of the groups warlock, Sneeki’s eyes came back into focus just in time to see the angry snarl of a Fel Guard reaching for her and lifting her up by the cuffs of her armor.

“Hey put me down!” she yelled, as the artifact was ripped from her hands by the demonic entity.  She looked over as the warlock himself stepped forward, taking the artifact into his hands.  “You know we were rolling for this, not very nice to steal it.” he said with a condescending grin.

“I deserved it more then you losers!” she snarked back, kicking and squirming as the demon held her tight.

The warlocks face turned to even further amusement, “Deserved it?  My demon and I were going to return the artifact for a proper roll with the others…  though now I think I should show you what you really deserve.

The warlock waved his hands, the demon grabbing both side of her armor and pulling quickly, ripping the whole outfit in two.  Sneeki’s eye grew wide and she stopped moving for a bit as she looked down at the demon, his snarl turning to a twisted grin.”Huh oh…”

This one was a little faster then the last one, but I think it turned out well.  This was the bonus to make up for missing last week.  Now time to finish up that poll for the upcoming animation week!