Were Fox

Beware the Werefox. Lesser known cousin to the werewolf. He turns into a half fox, half man at full moon and craps in your wheelie bins.

Work Colleague Sitting

Sketched one of the peeps that I work with, she quite liked the result I think but unfortunately I spilt ink on the legs!

Mutant girl

Mutant girl is based loosely on Mutant stewie from an episode of Family Guy.

Ms Punsumberry

Ms Punsumberry works in a library and keeps her small change in a shovel purse. She eats very little but drinks constant hot tea and consumes an inordinate amount of sweet biscuits which she likes to dip in her teacup.

She is a spinster and harbours a secret gambling addiction. Her closest friend and confedant is her pet budgerigar Gerald who has been witness to her gradual descent into alcoholism and gambling over the last twenty years.

JOhnny motorbike hands

James T Kirk meets John the baptist

Sir Talopram

This chap is sir talopram, mounted on his faithful mount 'snakehorsearoo'.

Disturbing Cat

Disturbing Cat is thinking about deep things

Blue Man

I've been experimenting with using some different skin tones when I'm colouring faces up.

I really need to put some more time into giving these guys bodies and get out of my doodling comfort zone in the new year!

Silly Green truck

I am practicing drawing other stuff for my newborn son. Hopefully we can draw some adventures together in the future.

Olympic dude

This guy fell off the end of my pencil when I was taking minutes this week.

Orange monster

This is based on online doodles by 'Adventure time' creater Pendleton Ward. http://www.buenothebear.com/
His site is full of great doodles that he's done on the back of till receipts and stuff

Blue woman

Hooray!
I have finally worked out a way of getting my doodles back into the virtual world.
I've been doing quite a lot of doodleing but my new camera cant handle the close ups so it's not been on the site.
But now I have new scanner to BOO YAH!

LORD ESCHIN: Part 7

Now the fear became a cold stone in his chest, seeming to reach up and snatch back the air from his throat. 'I cannot sir, you are my tutor, may fathers friend and a friend to the house Eschin' but before he could continue with his protest, Galaan had closed the gap between them. Now he struck the young boy lightly across the face before grasping him by his thin shoulders.
' Enough of that child. You are my student and here to learn so first learn this; when your swordmaster bids you do something you will do it. Immediately and without thought or question. The tools and exercises that you will encounter here all carry risk. Some will even endanger your life. I must know from you now, at the very begining, whether you are able to follow my instructions without hesitation or doubt.If you cannot do this then I cannot protect you from the many dangers that we will face together. You must learn first to trust that I know what I am about, otherwise we are finished here and I will inform your family that I was wrong about your aptitude for the sword. Do I make myself clear?'
Sozo had nodded meekly; 'yes sir, I understand'. Galaan meerely nodded before resuming his previous position of quiet contemplation ten paces distant from the young boy.
He closed his eyes once more. 'Attack me when you are ready'.

Sozo tried to clear his mind. The light sabre in his hand suddenly felt very heavy and he was acutely aware of his sweating palms and wiped them on his jerkin in an attempt to gain a better purchase on the weapon's hilt. His mind swam as he tried to recall all of his lessons with the master of arms. Nothing that he had so far been taught pertained to assaulting an unarmed man with a deadly blade however and so he hesitated.
He seemed to stand there opposite the peaceful elf for an eternity of moments, debating with himself the best course of action and imagining the conversation that he would have to engage in to explain to his parents why one of their closest friends lay dead in his guest house.
All this time, Galaan appeared to be unmoving, barely breathing. His eyes barely flickered, surely he was aware of the great conflict in his newest pupil, but if so, his behavior betrayed nothing but calm detachment.
Eventually the young boy steeled himself for the unavoidable and drew a deep breath in the hope that it might calm his madly beating heart. He lifted the Sabre as the master of arms had taught him and distributed his weight well as he covered the distance between them in a heartbeat before thrusting the point of the sword forward with all the strength that he could find, seeking to sheathe it in the soft flesh of his tutors heart.
But the elf was faster and seemed to blur in front of his eyes.
Sozo felt a great impact on his shoulders, knocking him to the floor and taking the breath from his lungs. A pained groan escaped his lips and he was acutely aware of the taste of sand and sawdust in his mouth. Galaan was standing over him with one foot planted in the small of his back and the tip of Sozo's weapon resting against the back of his neck with a firmness that suggested the skin might break at any moment.

' This is your first lesson young one' came Galaans voice. 'a weapon should always be feared most by the protagonist who least understands it's use. It matters not one whit to the swordmaster whether it is he or his opponent who holds the sword. He is master of the situation and that sword is more a danger to his opponent than to him'

Sozo was aware of the preassure of the blade being removed from his neck and the foot from his back. Now Galaan gently helped him to his feet and smiled his reassurance.
'Calm yourself, todays test is ended. Now come and eat a little with me, I have had some light breakfast prepared for us. It is not a good idea to train on an empty stomach. Breath easily for a moment and you will find that your appetite will return to you'.

And so had begun the long years of his training. Galaans endless excersises to strengthen his limbs and develop flexibility and acrobatic skill at first and all the while the constant permutations of attact and defence, advance and retreat.
The meditation that helped him to visualize his entire being as a weapon, as part of the larger symphony of combat. a bird flying through deadly storm yet avoiding danger and remaining detached and graceful
There were long months of practice outside of Galaans hall as well during the first few years. Sozo slowly developing skill in both sides of his body at once so that he could become truly ambidextrous, fluid and adaptable in battle.