I got inspired surfing some artwork on "the tumblers" and it made me want to draw a Darby. Just for fun. So I did, and I was pleased with the result. Then I went into my dropbox folder and took a look at the very first picture of Darby I ever drew. I lined the up next to each other so we could compare. Take a look.
It's crazy how much Darby has evolved and developed in just under a year. From that very first sketch. I remember where I was when I drew it. I was sitting in the lobby of a lakeside lodge, sipping a coffee and freaking out that I had a new comic strip launching in six…
We had to gain access to a Gladiatorial arena where betting and fights to the death were taking place. Our warrior became our Gladiator, while the rest of us spread out in the stands looking for clues and the villain we were tracking. I split from the party to check the box seats while the rest of the group, save our Warrior now in the arena fighting a Hobgoblin, searched the cheap seats.
While exploring how the other half lives I found the vendors, some food and drink, not much else. At the same time, the rest of the group stumbled upon some troublemakers in the crowd and a brawl broke out. I am forced to make a Perception…
My first D&D campaign was in Advanced 2nd edition, and since we met up once a month it took a long time to finish a story arch. This campaign had lasted five years, and was nearing the climactic end. I had not had any prior experience role-playing and this was a table of veteran players, who graciously guided me along. However, being the new kid, sometimes I see something shiny and just go for it with consequences to follow.
We had battled our way into a layer of Hell to save a Priest who, upon his sacrifice, would open a portal to the material plane for this Prince of Hell's minions to invade. In the Prince's main chamber there…
