The New Hellfire Citadel

Hey remember awhile back when I said the Weekly Random images were postponed so I could get more work done on Hellfire?  Well looks like I should have just waited a few weeks, because I am going a little crazy right now on Hellfire work.  So much so, I don’t even have a random idea for this week and the Satyr one is still on hold because of setting issues.

I think in my off time I have animated like 20 different loops for Ku’jin using a more traditional 3D styling all the while planning out a few more touched up still shots (not sure if I will do some 2D traditional yet)

One of my favorite things I did this week was getting time to work on a little project I wanted to do for ages.  As you know, I have to log onto WoW just to get proper background images for my work, which is nice and easy for some places (overworld) but a little annoying for others (dungeons).  I have been working on exporting backgrounds while it was slow at my job, and think I got a good method going.

To start, I decided to give Hellfire Citadel, the main setting of Hellfire, some renovation.  With it being under new management, and it’s overall goals shifting, it made sense that the Fel Horde would alter the fortress to better suit those changes (They really don’t need all those meat hooks anymore, what the hell were they hanging off those anyways?).

The Slave Quarter

A Dark Cell

 

The Testing Row

Ravage’s Overlook, Testing Row, and the Blood Lab

So far these two areas are the most complete.  The Slave Quarter needs some more things in the middle area (any suggestions wouldn’t hurt).  For next week I am planning two other rooms that will fit into future stories, and will see how much I decide to form from there.

So for the weekly random, sadly it won’t be happening this week.  I really want to utilize this creative drive I am having as long as possible so I can finish up Hellfire and get prepared for the next part of the story, and maybe even try out new things (I did always want to try a machinema).

Have a good week.  Lok’Tar Ogar!

Weekly Random Blarg-Attack!

Was not really feeling the Weekly Random image this week.  The pose turned out more awkward then I hoped and a bunch of other issues.  Going to redo it, same story, but different posing, sometime later this week.  It involves that Satyr I showed off awhile back, Xanakar.

I might upload the unfinished draft of the attempt I made today sometime down the line, but right now I would rather hold onto it.

I guess this wouldn’t be a bad time to finally upload that Mogu female animation, for those that never found the hidden spot in my old post.  At least then I can feel I got something up and noticeable today.  At least it’s something, right? Then again, comments have been a little low these days, so I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad.  Hope I ain’t scaring people off.

Anyways, enjoy the hidden oldie.

Random Bonus

 

 

Hey everyone, as you may notice I don’t have a weekly for this weekend, yet again.  Seems like my weekends themselves are becoming so full with real life events that I have issues getting on the computer to play patch 5.2, let alone create some sex-tastic images.  The fact I spaced on the poll due to a personal tragedy didn’t help either.

Now on the bright side, my weekdays I have been trying something to free up my time, which so far has been very successful, more so for those guys waiting for Hellfire to be updated.  It’s going so well that I think I might even be finishing up the latest chapter of Hellfire as soon as this weekend.  Crossing my fingers.

I have also been practicing a bit more with conventional 3D animation, which has it’s ups and downs.  On the up side the motion looks great and I feel like I am improving a lot.  On the down side, the models are so basic it’s hard to get everything I would want out of them without crazy warping.  If I didn’t hate modeling like the plague and had the time, I would likely attempt to rebuild them, but sadly that is not in the cards.  Too bad I can’t hire a modeler to set me up!

Anyways, have a teaser.

Hellfire Teaser

A teaser for some future animated Hellfire.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #17

Weekly Random #17

The stars were bright over the skies of Dalaran.  Though not as busy as it had been in times since the fall of the Lich King, the streets were still crowded with young travelers attempting to make names for themselves in the cold, wild lands of the north.

The busiest place had become The Legerdemain Lounge, known for it’s fine drinks and proximity to the famous wine and cheese shops.  It had rooms adorned with finery and silk, making it a favorite to travelers and locals alike.  As many drank and celebrated, one such room was occupied by two unlikely companions.

“Come with me, Sylandria.  I fear something horrible will happen soon.” came the voice of the human, his face young yet worn by conflict.  The other figure stood silent in the corner, her elven robes adorned in crimson and gold, “You are exaggerating.” she replied, her raven hair done up into small pigtails.  She turned, eyes glowing a dim emerald peered back at the human, “We Sunreavers don’t involve ourselves with the conflict in the south.”

The human frowned, his brow narrowing, “I don’t believe that for a second.” he threw back sternly, crossing his arms before him.  The elven woman smirked, looking over at the doorway to make sure it was closed.  Sylandria walked softly up to her companion, moving her hand through his brown hair lovingly.  “Joseph, did I ever tell you that you worry too much?” she answered with a warm smile, Joseph turning his head in mild resistance.

She enjoyed her teasing, rising up on her toes to kiss him along his neck.  His eyes closed as she traced a line down towards his chest, reaching around slowly to unbuckle his breastplate.  “Sylandria, I am serious…” he said, attempting to fight back her charms.

She continued her movement, now pulling down his chest plate, her lips gliding on his skin down to his abdomen.  She reached around, pulling on the straps of his legplates.  Joseph felt the room heat up with each caress, “Please…” he said one more time.

Sylandria stopped her advance, looking up at him with narrow eyes, “I can’t…” she said softly, “It’s not about my loyalties here, I just…” she began to say, before pausing.  Joseph leaned over, grabbing her softly by the chin, “Why then?” he asked, pulling her in for a soft kiss.  Sylandria felt embarrassed  a rare event for her, “Our kinds are in bitter conflict.  If the Alliance should find out they would disgrace you as a traitor.” she continued, her eyes tearing gently.

Joseph smiled, pulling her in for another long kiss.  The two held close, refusing to let the other go until finally Joseph pulled himself away.  “If it comes to that, then so be it.” he said sternly, making sure she heard every word, “I would rather spend the rest of my life in exile then another day without you at my side.”

Sylandria blushed at his words, another warm smile crossing her face.  As the two stood she pushed him down, sitting him on the silk bed.  She stepped back, gently grabbing the ties of her robe and letting them loose, the whole garment falling quickly off her shapely form, showing that nothing else was underneath them.  She moved forward again, laying her body close to his and kissing him gently, “Well when you put it that way, I accept.” she whispered in his ear, finishing the unbuckling of his legplates,

Joseph felt his heart sore, as he touched her soft, golden thighs. “Then let us make our last night in Dalaran one to remember, my dear.”

Sorry for the delay.  Had a rough weekend and already a pretty rough week.  Hopefully things will go better sooner rather then later.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #16

Weekly Random #16

(WARNING, THIS STORY IS A TEENY BIT DARK)

“Lady Jaina” came a voice from the doorway, a magi draped in much finery entering her abode.  She had a headache, trying to calm her nerves in a good book before fatigue took over, “Yes, Vargoth?” she smiled, looking up to the old magi as he bowed her direction.

“Just wanted to make sure you are doing well.  The Kirin Tor can be a difficult group to lead, and so far you have done so splendidly.”

Jaina once again smiled warmly, Vargoth noting how worn her face was becoming.  Her once golden blond hair now mostly white, her eyes a brighter, almost unnatural blue, and her skin a shade paler.  “So I have learned, but it’s okay, I am doing better.  You all have been so kind since… since…” her eyes trailed off as the memories filled her, of the attack, of the bomb, her eyes began to tear.

“Lady Jaina!” Vargoth yelled, forcing her to look back to him, “No need to dwell on the past, it will only give you nightmares. We will be here for you in the morning.”

The mage bowed once again as he snapped his fingers, vanishing from the room in a small buff of light.  Jaina shook her head, the old mage was always so eccentric since he returned from Outland. She recalled that he too, once lead a city, and he too, had lost it.  If he could get over such horrors, then so could she.

She put down her book, laying it on the table as she undressed her still torn robes. She looked long at them, the stitching still ripped in many places.  “I really should get you fixed someday” she spoke to herself.  She quickly laid the robes on a chair as she jumped into her bed, the fabric and design much more extravagant and comfortable then her old tower bed.  It was only seconds after her head hit her pillow that her eyes closed and she fell into a deep, deep sleep, and then came the dreams.

Jaina found herself standing in the streets of Dalaran, her robe once again pristine.  She looked at her hands, her skin a healthy shade and her hair still golden.  She felt happiness overtake her as she heard a voice call out at the other end of the city, “Jaina!” it cried.   She looked up to see Kalic, his handsome face smiling brightly her direction as he jogged towards her.  Kalic!” she cried back, running to intercept him, her soft hands outstretched and yearning for his caress.

As they got close Jaina could almost feel his warmth, his breath on her skin.  She smiled as her arms were about to connect to his, but then the unthinkable happened.  “Jaina! Run!” Kalic yelled, pushing her away.  A bright light, purple hues and booming like twisted thunder, consumed Kalic and the city around him.  The jeweled streets ripped away with people and homes breaking apart in a magical torrent.  Jaina screamed as the whole city evaporated, her clothes being disintegrated right off her body and her hair once again turning white, leaving her naked in nothing but darkness.

She laid there, holding in her rage and sadness as she felt the tingle of the magical bomb burn across her skin.  “Welcome home, human.” came another voice, this one familiar for all the wrong reasons.  Jaina looked up, her eyes wide as the tyrant known as Garrosh stood on the hill above her, the ruins of Theramore still burning and the smoke filling her lungs.  “You!  Leave this place now!” she yelled out, rising to her feet and pulling back her arms to unleash her magical fury on her enemy.

“How cute, the witch thinks she still has power here.  This land, and everyone on it, belongs to me!” Garrosh  taunted, slashing his axe deep into the earth, causing the whole land to shake.  Jaina hesitated, her hands not feeling the familiar warm power from her magic.  She began to speak an incantation, but still nothing occurred, “My magic… What is happening!?”

Another flash occurred, and now the two were not alone.  Orcs surrounded her on all sides, black and gold armor denoting the Kor’kron, but bright red eyes glowing from behind their helmets.  “How does it feel to fail everyone that trusted you?” Garrosh taunted as his men walked towards her, “How does it feel to be betrayed by those you trusted?” he continued, every word stinging her like a dagger through the heart.  Garrosh leaned over, his yellow eyes peering at her, “Now, little witch, you learn too late the price you pay for such misguided trust!  Claim her, soldiers of the Horde!  Cum in her, on her, do whatever you want!  We now rule this land, and we will break anyone that opposes us!”

He stomped his foot, the shockwaves knocking her over like another explosion as he dissipated into thin air.  She tried to stand but already the orcs grabbed her, she found herself unable to overpower their unnatural strength without her magic.  “This… this isn’t real! I have to wake up! Let go of me!”

Jaina gasped as the first orc pinned down her legs, his cock already hard and erect.  “I wanted peace between us! I helped you versus my own father!  Why are you doing this to me!?” she yelled as the orc lined up between her legs, rubbing his cock on her clitoris.  She tried to move her legs, but another orc came up, helping him hold her spread.  The orc looked down, smiling at her, “As you have, now let us show you how much we appreciate it!”

With a strong motion the orc trust his hips, spreading her lips and pounding deep into her womb.  She felt the pain sting her spine as she screamed, his thrusts strong but careless, “You are going to tear me apart!” she snarled between clenched teeth, but the orc no longer cared to respond.  Others began to gather around her, each licking their lips as they awaited a chance to taste her.  “Wake up…” she whispered, knowing it was a dream, and yet the sensations felt so hauntingly real.  The lines began to fade.

The orc increased his motion, his breathing growing heavy and before long he roared, thrusting his pulsing cock deep as she felt his hot cum fill her hole.  She tried to breathe again as the orc pulled out of her, his cum dripping from her ravaged heat.  She felt her leg quickly taken by another orc, his own cock bigger then the last.  “Wait… stop!” she begged, but the orc didn’t care, pushing his cock inside her still flooded pussy.  “Uggg!” she grunted, trying to push him away.  She looked behind him, more orcs having materialized as if out of nothing, all naked and ready to ravage her as much as they ravaged her kingdom.  “Wake up!” she yelled one last time, hoping that this would be one dream her mind could forget.

Back at Dalaran, Jaina’s body lay peacefully in her bed, no evidence showing of the ordeal she was undergoing.

Weekly Random-A-Thon Poll #16 – Jaina Week

Another week, another random.  I have made it known I love Jaina Proudmoore, though her recent flying off the deep end has made my overall love sour a bit.  I felt I wanted to use her in an upcoming image, but decided it would be much better to let you all pick.

The options involve her “relationships” throughout the games, some taken to a little bit further of a level then intended.  I also threw in one other option, which should be obvious.  If this one goes well I may have another “Hero Week” with other favorites of mine.  I admit sometimes I get a little lost on what polls I want to do, so if anyone has suggestions I am all ears, or eyes, whatever.

Let the best fuck buddy or dark situation win?

Jaina Week

  • Theramore, My Nightmare... (44%, 250 Votes)
  • Thrall, My Friend... (16%, 90 Votes)
  • Arthas, My Love... (15%, 87 Votes)
  • Kalec, My Solice... (15%, 83 Votes)
  • Varian, My King... (10%, 56 Votes)

Total Voters: 566

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Weekly Random-A-Thon Image #15

Weekly Random #15

Apela felt her palms sweat as she paced inside the tent, the fire burning bright and illuminating her concerned expression.  It had been days since her husband had left to hunt with the other braves, and no word has come of his status.  “Oh Rhedd…” she whispered, feeling a shiver run down her spine.  Suddenly a sound came from the doorway, as two figures stumbled in, taking her by surprise.

“Apela Earthhoof?” one of them spoke, the familiar voice of Elder Ghosthorn filling her ears.  Her nerves relaxed as they came into the light of the fire, allowing her to see both the elder and his son, Skel.  “We are sorry for disturbing you at this hour, but we felt honor bound to tell you something important.”

Apela felt her heart sink, assuming the worst, “What happened to Rhedd!?  Is he okay!?  Oh no… he is dead! Isn’t he!?” she continued on, before Skel came up and grabbed her on her shoulders, “No!” he said loud and firm, making sure she heard him, “He is fine.”  Apela was growing confused, “Then what is it?” she questioned, brushing Skel’s hand from her shoulder.

Skel stepped back and looked to his father, who nodded to him, “It is the right thing to do, son.” Skel nodded in return, before reaching into his satchel and pulling out two strange vials, one glowing green, and the other a deep purple.  Apela had seen liquids like this before, during a visit to Thunderbluff around the same time of the year.  Trinkets from a supposed love festival brought in from the Horde.  Apela’s confusion continued to grow.

“Your husband never joined us on our hunt.” the elder interjected, waiting for his words to sink in.  Skel handed her the vials, “On the day we were to leave he told us of the festival.  He said he wanted to spend time with those he loved.” he said, closing her hands over each one.  Apela’s confusion began to turn to anger, “I don’t understand what you are saying… he never came…” was all she could say as it dawned on her, “These vials, they are Rhedd’s…”

Skel nodded, “As we passed through Thunderbluff to pick up supplies, we… we spotted him.” he said, choking up on his words.  “He was not alone, in truth he seemed rather popular.” the elder once again interjected. “It can’t be true!” she said, squeezing the vials tight, turning her gaze to the shadowed side of the room as she came to the realization what they were telling her.  “We took the vials while he was… engaged with one of the young women.” Skel continued, “We didn’t want you to live with the shame of being in the dark about his affairs.”

Apela searched herself, thinking about all those nights he left her alone for hours on end, “That bastard…” she whispered, looking to herself.  She looked down at the vials, the green one nearly empty, but the purple one still full.  “So many years together… so many nights by myself.” Tears began to fill her eyes as she grabbed her chest, “Why?  What did I do to him?” she turned back, trying hard to ask the two for an answer.

“We are sorry, but we don’t know.” the elder said solemnly.  Skel’s eyes looked at her, filled with concern, “Is there anything we can do to help ease the pain?”

Apela looked down once again at the vials as tears ran down her face.  The sorrow of her broken heart began to be replaced with a burning hatred.  “You can tell me, what does this purple one do?” she asked, staring intently into Skel’s eyes.  Skel answered nervously, “It does the opposite of the green liquid, heavily attracting men rather then women.  Likely purchased it by mistake.”

Apela eyed the vial and then looked up at the two men again, her heart filled with anger as a wicked idea crossed her normally innocent mind, “Is that so…?”  Skel looked on in confusion followed by horror as she popped off the cap, allowing the purple liquid to cascade over her in a swirl of pink and purple magic.

Hour passed before Rhedd returned home, his spirits high from all the nights of celebration and lustful sex.  He whistled as he passed through the doorway, “Hey my sweet, I have returned from the hunt!” he yelled out.  He looked forward, the shadow of his wife looming in the darkest areas of the tent.  “Huh… sweety?” he tried again, but still no answer.

As he walked closer her heard a sound come up behind him, and before he could react two massive figures grabbed him by the arms.  “What in An’she is going on here!” he yelled as he saw the eyes of the Ghosthorns staring blankly at him, a magical purple light seemingly to glow from their pupils.

He struggled as they pulled him over to one of the nearby totems, chaining him around the arms and waist.  “Apela!  Help!” he yelled, but still she just stood in the shadows, “Is it true?” suddenly came her voice, stinging and intense, “What!?” he asked, the chains digging tight into him.

Apela walked forward, her body entirely bare.  Rhedd looked in shock before the other two walked forward, Skel and his father kneeling at each of her sides as they began kissing her up her arms, “I know where you were!  All those times I sat here waiting for my love and attention and the whole time you were giving it to others!”

Rhedd pulled hard at his chains, rage filling his heart as his muscles tensed, “How… how do you…!?” Apela gave a wicked smile, as she nodded to Skel, allowing him to push her down towards the wooden floors, lining himself up with her rear.  Rhedd’s eyes opened wide as she opened her mouth, licking her lips as the elder leaned towards her, his cock hard and erect and ready for her willing mouth, “You broke my heart, Rhedd. Now I will let jealousy consume you.”