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Hey, the page has been a little bit updated for better legibility! Also, some news.
So, the landlord’s selling the house. Not right now, likely in one or two years, but I’m woefully unprepared for any outcome as the last years did not allow me to save any money. Either I find something elsewhere, or I try and buy the house. In each scenario, if I want to stay somewhat close to Paris, where I give my classes, the cost will be absurdly high. Luckily, with all the efforts I put in the art classes this year + the new dayjob, I may be able to pull it off if I play my cards right, but this will be tricky and ask a lot of work.
I intend to continue the comic in that timespan. Money may be crucial to live, but this work right here is just as vital : if one day nothing makes sense anymore, this project will, still. It holds a lot of meaning to me.
Naturally, I cannot garantee any sort of regularity for some time. I’m still trying things with the schedule, and even though for now it’s just not sustainable (want to sleep all the time, have no time outside of work, etc), I still have ideas that could work out.
Next page is underway, not really showable yet, but underway. I expect a done linework in a week, and hopefully colors one or two weeks after that.
The fact that this part of the story has a lot of details does not help haha^^
In July and August I’ll be resting, earning money, and training my stamina for September. That means, no content during this time, and maybe a more ready and energetic author in autumn.
I’d really like to have a normal, regular page-posting schedule. And maybe someday soon it will happen! But for now, and for the comic to have a chance for a long-term future, I have to grind.
As always, thank you for reading, thank you for your patience 🙂
I will keep gripping, the comic continues 🙂
I hope you’re doing well! I still look forward to the next pages <3
Thank you 🙂 I’ve posted an update here that should tell you everything. I, too, am very looking forward to the follow-up of the story.
https://www.patreon.com/posts/news-from-grind-114049213
At least your alibi wasn’t. “Well, I spent august and the last 4 weeks in a hospital.” Your alibi was a good one. And yes, I am still recovering.
Ow, I’m sorry to hear that! And, hope it’s not too severe?
Rest well!
Today or tomorrow I’ll be making a post on Patreon about where we’re at with the comic and my schedule. The next page is still coming 🙂
So I see this via DBM and left to wonder why you wanted to do chapter 100 when it consisted of ‘all just a dream spectacle’ Look at your work, did you dedicate a chapter to where nothing was revealed but write up a dream fight scenario and conclude it (or will conclude it) by a character figuring it’s a bad idea and not go through with fusion after all.
Salagir wanting to retcon potara rules is on him but you had this chapter and felt it was doing.
I don’t believe this was good for you, it wasn’t good for the story overall.
It looked more like you two committed to a gag that only the two of you thought was funny but not thinking if others would find it funny.
Hello, not sure what your point in commenting here is.
All I can say is, don’t jump to conclusions too quickly.
The only problem I see with the Kakaditz chapter is that it was supposed to be Chapter #98, continuity would have been smoother, but things did not happen this way and it’s not that bad.
To answer you on why I wanted to do the chapter, well, I wanted to draw action sequences, and try my hand with something else than the OG DB style. That’s it, and I can add that I had fun doing it and that it taught me things about drawing that I’ll be able to use on non-DBZ comics, like this one.
Now, I’d like my comic’s comments to be about the comic, and not some other thing I did for another project. I won’t allow other DBM comments here.
That stinks about your house hope it all works out for you. I wish you all the luck, and I will read this comic whenever you post, thank you very much. Now here is another story from ideas gotten from this page 🙂
Shuttered up in the Innkeeps rooms. I finally have a chance to reflect on those I’ve seen, asides my first observations.
The Innkeep goes by the name of Makrinel Inn. And a quaint lady innkeeper Berry, was so joyed at our arrival and choice of her inn. We got half off, perhaps because we were travellers from afar, and hers even close to the gateways was less frequented.
I will not bore you with our day to day as that will be told all in time. Lest I will talk of the people.
Twince was dazzled by the sights of course, so far from home and the dangerous jungle abounded. The towers held a looming presence over me, Garvin, and the populace, as is their own prominence.
Many caught my eye, and me there’s. I saw a beggar, a stout and skinny man, young or old, and dirty. He held up a bowl with a few drachmas in, and even fewer passed to him from passerby. He rested against the tall stonevined walls, looking exhausted, and seemingly ignored by the guards nearby.
A pair of elves, tall and built a head and a half taller than I. Their ears sharp, and eyes opaque pupiliss. They seemed, as I stared their way and theirs mine, to see beyond the clothing I wore. To look deeper. Their attire was much to the peasantry around, tunics and hoses, they also looked like they fit in as citizens of the city.
The guards. well erect in light but shielded armor, the RK insignia emblazoned on their pauldrons and on their cuirass. They walked in bands of two, five, and seven, each held hilted, a long curved blade. Presumably well used to the jungle like conditions of plant growths. their helmets concealed their faces, and each piece had a very faint glow to it.
A rat woman squeaked as she was shoved out the doors of a standside bar. Her tail flattening against her hunched back, as she snickered and slurred obscenities at the pusher. A short Caata, who bared their teeth and showed their paw claws, as the rat woman picked herself off the mud. I turned my attention away, as the guard came to help or intercede.
I even saw posters for a politician, who has come from the Central capital down here, campaigning for election apparently. The name of Huruinipi, does not ring any songs from the hills or the continent. but A Tursk, the people who look much like the surrounding Ganwood, is a promising representative hopefully.
Still it’s a strange occurrence to me, these elections. And for that matter some of the customs that I have heard of Korn, are… Very peculiar.
Alas I would expound more, but my eyes are dimming as I write. This days has been an exhausting trek, I am glad to be abed. Garvin for the markets tomorrow, and Twince, bless her is already snoring on the bed aside mine.
-Zachery Horroon, Traveller, Migrant, Writer.
Thank you, it will be a ride. Nice to see this story evolving parallel to the Little Warrior’s in Hollowstone, I can’t wait to know more about these elections 🙂
Sorry to hear about your home 🙁 I hope you can get things worked out
Yeah, it’s going to need some hundred thousands… but if there’s one thing I know how to do, it’s making improbable things spring into existence! I just need to figure out how to prepare best for this fight.
Thank you 🙂
And what is up with all the anger in this village? Do they not like Lao, her people, slavery, the Warriors? I bet it’s Lao, they must knew her better than we do…
Hehehe, more on that in the following pages^^
Good luck on whichever way you go Ambroise! We’ll still be here regardless of slow updates (or even if you have hiatus for a bit more than two months).
Thanks! I’ll still try to keep them the least slow possible 🙂