Rojaru

The God of Firearms formed before gunpowder, when the concept of long-range weaponry was first coming to be. When the first stone was thrown, when the first arrow was shot, when spears and javelins travelled distance to strike unseen enemies. His current form primarily embodies the modern idea of long-range, Guns of all sorts, his influence even beginning to extend to yet undiscovered models. The God of Firearms, under the current incarnation of "Plada", favors many of the Armies at battle, as the widespread and common use of firearms assures that he has his eyes everywhere a soldier waits for their target. Thus, he doesn't have a specific favored army, and is the most commonly worshipped deity comparatively. Plada's governance allows for diverse potential Blessings for his chosen, but that also applies to their possible drawbacks and consequences. And his rituals are known for their brutality and universal utility, such as the infamous "Ammunition Sacrificial Ritual".

The God of Bombardment, from the planes and all other rulers of the sky, treats the Firmament as his home, while the Earth exists below him as a convenience. He came to form and reached actualization from the war's inventions of devastating weapons, bombs of all sorts and impacts, with the advent of fighter jets and bomber planes accentuating their might. Despite being relatively young by comparison, the Atomic God bearing the name of "Til" boasts immense power by the simple nature of his domain. Despite this, he embodies aspects beyond their destruction, such as the massive space they occupy and travel, the deafening roar of the explosions, and the geographic annihilation he delivers. Til favors the Uraga Lords and Akashic Witches, due to their expertise in aerial warfare, developing their own manner of bombardment. However, this doesn't mean he excludes the other armies who utilize bombardment more sparingly.

The Goddess of Melee Arms bears the title of the most ancient deity of the four War Gods, before the idea of War itself was born. From the first stone that struck one's kin, to the metal of today used for all manner of blades and axes and hammers, the one known as Harab exists universal more than any other. She manifests in armed or unarmed combat, and can be easily intrigued by simple violence by the magnitudes of its brutality. Even those who deny the Gods are aware of her, whether consciously or not. Harab bears favoritism to the Multitude Army, despite the army's active rejection of the Gods. Their Creatures of Shapes' expertise in close combat has garnered her unwanted love. The Many-Armed Warrior grants Blessings that always demand closeness, and that eternal condition makes hers the Blessings with the least drawbacks compared to her younger siblings, with her Rituals being the most well-documented as well due to her age as well.

The God of Chemicals is a pitiful existence. It bears its naked innards and heart to the world, its many heads lacking all function, and its body a hideous mass. Where it forms is unknown, as the aspect of chemicals may have evolved from disease and viruses before this current incarnation. It remains the most ambiguous of the Four Gods. Bearing the true name Ra'al, it favors no one, yet is favored by the Necromancers of Zolomon for their expertise in death and decay. Ra'al's existence is of self-pity and divine suicidal ideation, something it can never have so long as its aspects exist. This results in few ever bearing its Blessings, and even fewer knowing its Rituals. The Maker of Hazards can never known peace, and only feel temporary silence.

Aspects of the World Beyond the Horizon
The Four Gods of War

The individual turns around, revealing itself to be the Abraxas, taking on a more humanoid form, its eyes obscured by its hair, its horns subdued from eight to a simple four. She would be easily outed as an Abraxas should anyone else see her. "You are awake." Her voice was gentle but carried a confident aura about it "I managed to stop your bleeding and found some supplies, but I unfortunately cannot read this." She put the map down, as you leaned towards it as well. It was an incredibly crude mock up of the map, done by an untrained cartographer. Probably a soldier trying to keep up with his group, or just simple plan mock ups. Regardless, you know you're still near the bunker area and can use this to plan your next move.

What is your next move?

You force yourself up on your feet, pulling the machete out as it loudly clangs on the bunker's stone floor. Blood pools out as you clutch the injury. The Abraxas stares at you, seemingly grown larger since it burst out the Soldier. A few seconds of silence ensue, before you begin shuffling in your coat, finding your cigarette pack you found earlier. Sadly, most of it was caked in your blood, with only one being in any way salvageable. You offer it to the Abraxas.

The Abraxas tilts her head in confusion, so you simply place the cigarette in where you think her mouth is, before lighting it up. She seems to be fond of it, taking a deep puff of nicotine. She has existed in the physical realm with a body of flesh for a few minutes, but has already experienced one of its many vices.

Unfortunately, the bleeding has gotten worse, and your body is giving in. Your legs buckle and your eyes tire, and so you lose your balance and fall, hitting the ground with a loud thud. The Abraxas goes to pick you up by your coat. She places you over her shoulder, and leaves the Bunker and all its gore behind, still taking puffs from the cigarette.

You don't know how much time has passed since you lost consciousness, but you wake up with your wound sealed and your uniform cleaned. You are unsure if this is a new batch or just cleaned. But before you can really get your bearings, you notice someone standing in front of you, agape as you notice they seem to only be wearing a shirt they nabbed off some soldier. You also notice they seem to be fixated on a piece of paper.

You offer the Abraxas a cigarette, which it accepts. But the injuries weighing on your body, you lose consciousness. The Abraxas carries you on her shoulder outside the Bunker, where you later wake up.
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The Soldier raises your stabbed body into the air with the strength of its tail, the machete slowly inching deeper through your intestines. Your machete slips through your fingers, and soon your rifle too. And yet, you gather the strength to grip onto it, and with one motion, reload a bullet into the chamber, take aim and fire at the Shaped Soldier.

But the Soldier blocks the bullet with ease, using the blade of his machete to slice the bullet in two. You bite onto your cigarette in frustration, feeling your strength wane after pushing yourself. It almost feels like the Soldier is mocking you with its neck movement, entertained by your efforts. His skills, speed and even strength is worthy of the Multitude Army's Creatures of Shapes, showing the value of even one of them compared to any regular soldier, especially a Grunt such as yourself, a mass produced entity with no purpose beyond being sent to battle to die. But even something like that can still be subject to its ego, no longer paying attention to the burning corpse behind him, one that had bullets still in its guts. The fire reached them, and without warning, various bullets blasted in many directions, striking the Shaped Soldier in various spots.

The Shaped Soldeir dropped his weapons, and even drops you. He seems shocked, bewildered even that he could be bleeding right now. And its only after you hit the ground and look up do you notice two rings about his 'head'. Two halos, both shattered by stray bullets. And as if resigned to his fate, the Soldier simply stares at you blankly, however it is he can. For a moment you almost feel his helplessness. Creatures of Shapes. Said Shapes that give them power are merely using their body as conduits for otherworldly entities that cause their bizarre forms but grants them their inhuman abilities. You remember hearing a some Chief-Executors muttering about it. How the two invisible Halos above their heads maintain this form. And now both are destroyed. With these last moments of silence, something starts pushing through the Soldier's chest.

Creature bursts from the Soldier's chest, his intestines stretches and splayed all over. The horned beast tears his body in half as it pushes the rest of its body out. its form resembled a humanoid woman, yet it bore claws and hooves, as well as a mighty tail. Its head resembled a lamb or goat, with a total of eight horns on its head, six at its front like a crown, and two behind its head. It breathed out as if its been holding its breathe for ages, steam from its nostrils. And simply stood there, surrounded by the gore of its former cage. The creature that stood before you was an Abraxas, the 'Shapes' the Multitude Army uses for its elite soldiers. Said Shapes were man and beast, who were never meant to manifest in physical form, and yet, one is right here in front of you.

While suspended in the air, you muster up your meager strength to try and shoot the Soldier, only to fail. And yet, through some miracle, you still make it through.
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What is your next move?

Without hesitation your hand grabs onto the salvaged machete, and with little time to adjust to a proper grip, block two swings from the enemy Soldier. You match his strength with yours and quickly try and go for your rifle, hanging by your hip. At this distance, a shot would paralyze any soldier, Shaped or otherwise.

With a swift motion, the enemy Soldier lets go of his right machete, unsheathing a new one from the many tied to his tail. With a forward thrust, he aims for your chest. In a moment of pure reflex, you raise your rifle to block the stab with the metal part of its body, a loud CLANG ringing. Hopefully, nothing damaged its internals and it can still fire. However, at the same time, the Soldier's tail wrapped around itself to unsheathe another machete, and simultaneously as you blocked his stab, he aimed lower for your abdomen. The blade went clean through you, the flesh, fat and meat, and even through bone. Whatever organs were in the way broke apart with ease as it poked from the other side, a fountain of blood gushing out.

You go for your machete and clash with the enemy, but his extra appendage gave him an unfair advantage in this quick bout.
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What is your next move?

With a flick of your lighter, you light up the bunker in front of you, confirming there's no one else hiding in the bunker, just the silence of the body and bullet casings rolling on the floor from the outside winds.

Rummaging through the corpse, you can't find any identifiers, no ID tags or anything. But you can tell, there was a struggle. He was forced into the sacrificial role. A Chief-Executor is meant to keep the likes of you in check and has absolute authority over your kind, so whoever did this either did not know or care for the consequences. Perhaps it was enemy soldiers? But the only ones who submit to the God of Firearms besides the Emperio Army you serve, would be the Uraga Lords and the Twelve Segment Chain Empire. This happened recently as well, judging by the blood. Without much else to do, you pull out your remaining lighter fluid, pouring it onto the corpse's clothes, and by lighting a piece of paper, set it ablaze. It will let you pass up some headaches for later. And besides, you almost wish you got to see his face when it happened. But your thoughts are cut short by the sound of a stomp coming from the bunker door.

"Soldier," a whispering sound calls to you, and you meet its "face". It was a headless neck wearing a uniform, with a tail longer than its body and as thick as its torso "No. Just a Grunt." You're almost offended. "Burning corpses. Another savage ritual of the Emperios?" Its neck almost twitched towards the burning corpse. How can it see? Much less smell it "Letting the Gods of the World Beyond the Horizon become your masters is why this war will be your loss.".

It was a Shaped Soldier of the Multitude Army, alternatively known as a Creature of Shape. It unsheathed one of its Machetes tied to its tail, making its intend as clear as it could. Even blocking the only exit with its body and tail. Did it come through the debris? Or maybe the ambush is progressing in their favor and this Trench Segment is a lost cause at this point. Whatever the case is, it wants a fight.

Using your lighter, you confirm no one else is here, followed by rummaging the corpse. You find no ID tags, only some bullets left behind. Using the lighter fluid on the corpse's clothes, you set it alight and burn it.
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What is your next move?

After ingesting the smoke, you manage to scrounge something usable from the rubble and crushed bodies. A Creature Machete of the Multitude Army that was strapped to the tail of a Shaped Soldier, a small can of lighter fluid, and to your great internal joy, a box of cigarettes.

You reach the bunker door, the attention of the soldiers of this Trench Segment preoccupied with the still ongoing ambush. The door was blocked by a simple piece of wood on the outside. A psychotic design and nonsensical. Opening it is not a problem. The door creaks as if it hasn't been opened in weeks.

The first thing you see is a corpse. Judging by the outfit, it is a Chief-Executor laid out with splayed guts, surrounded by bullet casings for the Standard Issue K80 Emperio Army Rifle. Looking closer, unused, brand new bullets reside within his guts, with a lodged bullet in his forehead. This is a sign of an Ammunition Sacrificial Ritual having taken place.

After a quick delectable cig munch, you dig through the debris and buried bodies to try and find something useful, before making your way to the bunker.
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What is your next move?

You find yourself the only survivor of an ambush, everyone else dead or escaped, and a wall of trench wall debris blocking one of your paths. You light a cigarette while the the sound of fighting persists in the background.
What is your next move?

Saints of War
Barbed Wire and Trenches

I have a bunch of these

bug sketches

Asphalt Militia - Prologue

sharing this short 16 page prologue I made for my still-slowly-definitely-progressing comic for a newgrounds competition. Going to try and be more active on bluesky moving forward. www.newgrounds.com/art/view/roj...

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started painting last week.

100 Days to Slay a Dragon

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Mage and Knight

Robot Fantasy
Mage, Knight, Dancer and Cleric

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oh thank you very much

Struggle

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YT version in teh comments.

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The Splinter-Sword.

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unshaded and shaded version.

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