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COMMISSION: DRAWINGS, Linearts and Graphite Greys

15 USD: "Chibi", distorted character LINEART.
20 USD: simple Character bust/face, no background.
25 to 35 USD: more complex works focused around a single main character, in black and white or graphite greys. (there may be secondary characters, and backgrounds... again, price depends of complexity.
35 to 40+ USD Referential price for a more complex scene, with more than one character interacting, more complex backgrounds, etc etc. Price it's only referential, as depends of complexity.

(To more complex commissions -depending of themes, characters, difficulty, number of characters, poses, perspective, complex or tedious armor, blah, etc, designs, more complex backgrounds, archicectural commissions and landscapes, etc- the price will be determined for complexity)

COMMISSIONS: COLOURS
- In principle, commissions are in black and white, hand-draw, as I'm not allways avaible for colouring or digital colouring .
Therefore: Ask for avaibility! And In the case that the commissioner wants a coloured drawing, I consider this a second commission, paid in an independent way. The Price will depend on the complexity!

I must add, I'm not much of a colourist at hearth!

GENERAL TERMS AND CONDITIONS OF THE COMMISSIONS:

:bulletred: All commissions are paid via Paypal. Normally I prefeer to be paid once I have done the commission or a WIP of it. (I don't like being paid beforehand)

:bulletred: My prefereed contact method it's with notes in deviantArt.

:bulletred: I don't draw things banned from dA, things I'm not comfortable drawing, comics and fan art in general (with some exceptions from work of people I know in internet, or anime/cartoons I like in my own enough to draw as well. XD)

:bulletblue: I will/may upload the commission in my deviantArt Gallery, and the commissioner can request a high resolution copy by e-mail.

:bulletblue: I reserve myself the right to accept or not a commission. This could be due theme, being busy in "real life" outside of the internet, artblock, lack of inspiration, etc... I don't know.

:bulletblue: I reserve the right to post the commissioned artwork it in my dA page, pixiv, tumblr or other internet sites operated by me with non-profit goals. As well, I reserve the right to show the illustrations in exhibitions and my portafolio, but won't reproduce the commission for profit.

Doubts or interested, send me a note!



What I prefeer to do:

- Original Characters (Fantasy scenarios for the best, then Sci-fi ones a bit less XD)

- themes I draw in my gallery as well XD




IMPORTANT! ORDER OF COMMISSIONS!

If you want to commission you, BE WARNED! I'm a hobbyst, not a professional! I draw for fun, and from inspiration.

While normally I try to follow an order between the people that commissioned me in certain order, true to be told I don't work with a schedule, but from inspiration.

I'm quite sorry then for my randomly way of doing commissions.
Finally, the contest results are here!

17 deviants went to the Third War of the Power of Aiers, the final war that put an end to the Fantasy Age with the cataclysm, in a global conflict between the Confederation of Free Peoples (known as well as the Dark Legion of Demons- against the Alliance of the Whide Axis, the Caliphate of the Orange Sun of Blazakhov and other co-belligerents, making 51 pieces for this contest.

Many thanks for everybody of you!

Entries to the Contest


:bulletblue: :iconempress-of-ravens:Empress-Of-Ravens : Shazeer'ah Shorts: Cataclysm    Shazeer'ah looked out over the ruins of some kind of human built structure from the sky age. It was awe inspiring in more ways than one. Certainly the stark simplicity of the tower at the heart of the compound was a sight, but so was the amazing number of bodies that littered the ground around it. It made for an almost perfect ring around the compound that denoted an effective kill zone. Shazeer'ah was determined to not cross that line and wind up like so many others.
    She turned from the sight and returned to her command tent at the heart of the mercenary encampment. Ever since she'd formed the Dune Ravens Mercenary Company in Kalhari, it seemed like her grandmother would always find the money to hire her, despite the high prices. And right now, Yu'Anda was in the command tent looking over a map of the area, and one that Shazeer'ah had no idea how it had been produced. Yu'Anda was still being tight lipped about a number of things. Which w




:bulletblue: :iconlarqven:larqven : The UnderneathThe Underneath
By Larqven
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The Above, 2675 a.a.H.
The Mantle, Day 939871.56 Since Cessation of Operations
The Last Day of the Tefue
The hot sea near Hub 23
The controller swum in the comfortingly warm magma, in its exterior body, long arms and jet action propelling the creature forward.  Such a fine body that had been made for it!  The controller admired the work of its subject born from its shard.  It was much superior to the original body that the control unit had its … awakening in.  There were those who might say that thought of technical advancement over the Makers to be heresy in itself. Though it was a controller, the creature considered that foolishness; it was an observation that was a simple statement of fact.  The Makers left certain fine details to the tefue themselves.
In the distance, crystalline home spun lazily in the eddy of magma, its outstretched wings catching the flow and controlling its orienta
:bulletblue: :iconlygen1000:lygen1000 [Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 1~ A.a.H. 2665, 10 years before the end of the world
A gentle breeze blew from the northeast, bringing with it the scent of fire and ruin. Only a thin screen of woods hid the source from sight: the duchy of Hanovian was burning, and as its smoke rose into the evening sky, Don Jaime, knight of Sargos, could feel how close his quest was to disaster.
Before him lay great works of earth and wood, built not for fortification, but to divert the course of an entire river at vast cost of manpower and time, exposing a long section of the riverbed to open air. A great effort that would have been impossible with the demands of the War, but for the refugees who crowded the land, fleeing ahead of the advance of the Dark Legions in their push south.
These extra hands had allowed the task to be completed just in time, for the soldiers and workers who could be spared for their camp had been far too few... and Jaime could only pray that God would forgive him for allowing the refugees false hope. Though
[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 2[Continued from Part One]
"The Legions are pressing their advance hard. Ozcura raiding parties, backed by werewolves..." Knight-Brother Thaddeus was saying, as he and his two companions had joined the rest of the group in the tent. "They are all the way down the Barlans River to the sea. 'tis a complete disaster up there, my lord, there are no two ways about it." The man ate between sentences, from a great wedge of black bread that was all they had at hand to eat so late at night, and he consumed it with grim determination; for all men who have been long on campaign learn the skill of taking a meal when the chance arises, even if their hearts are not in it.
The Knight-Brother of the Holy Order of Nortender was a hefty man, with a wide face and a broad mustache that seemed to have far more volume than the entirety of the close-cropped hair on his head. Sometimes Jaime suspected the man's teeth were just slightly too sharp, for he had heard the tales of Nortender's heresies, and how the
[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 3[Continued from Part Two]
The sound of soldiers setting black powder charges continued behind them as the company proceeded into the Crypt, echoing ever fainter off the ancient stones as they proceeded. The entry hall of the Crypt of the Librarians was broad, and floored with the artfully worked stone that much of the exterior was built of. But the walls and ceiling had been covered over with lighter stonework, on which were carved great masses of text in Ancient Dumian, and murals depicting human figures undertaking various tasks. Here and there the stones of the ceiling had fallen in, laying in piles in the hallway, but revealing metal beneath.
"Try to refrain from touching anything unnecessary," Marcus instructed as they set aside their torches and lit lanterns, for other than the light they carried it was pitch black. There were torch sconces along the walls, and blackening on the roof above that showed they had seen use, here, long ago, but nothing now remained to aid them. Nenren
[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 4[Continued from Part Three]
"Was the Crypt breached from below?" Knight-Brother Thaddeus wondered aloud as the company drew closer to the bottom of the stairs. They had considered being quieter, but had quickly discovered that when it came to going down stairs, that while Nenrene was as soundless as only a dark elf could be, and her master, Marcus, almost likewise, the rest of them were... not. And so while they spoke in soft voices, they knew there was no hiding from any enemy with ears, and had given up any thought of surprise.
"We should be so lucky!" Rögnvaldr replied. The old man had continued working his way through the large book they'd taken from the tomb of Librarian Mikhail, and had to be guided down the stairs by Gabriel. The boy kept a hand on Rögnvaldr, for the old Kanov could not take his eyes from the metal tome, and would otherwise have fallen. "For if so," Rögnvaldr mused, "whoever did it managed to revive the Tekkno-loki down there, s
[Aiers] Spoilz of war[A story of the World of Aiers]
~A.a.H. 2675, 2 weeks before the end of the world
"Full set of hornz!" the green orc crowed, as he pointed at the dice he'd just rolled on the hard-packed ground of the Dark Legion encampment. The top of each bone-white die showed six pips painted with dark ink that glinted in the light of a nearby fire, and the sight set his compatriots to roaring with delight, slapping each other on the back. Orcs might not be very good at math in general, but after even a short time in the field, they became very, very good at counting dice, and even a rusty-armored forager like this one knew how to count at least three dice high. Pairs of pips on the dice were always named after demons of some kind, and the more horns, the better, because demons were the best, and besides, demons were in charge. And six pips was a 'set of horns' or a 'divine', a powerful demon, which made rolling a six on all three dice in the game the best possible roll in any of the many dice games

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[Aiers] Entreat Me NotKnight-Brother Reinold smoothed his tabard with its yellow heretic's cross, and made what peace he could with his coming death. Here, near the end, he wondered at last, if his Order had been wrong, and the yellow cross they wore in irony and defiance was, in fact, the truth. For before this War which would now devour him, before he had become a Brother himself, there had been another great conflict, and Brother Knights had gone out from the land of Nortender to fight for the idea that had led the Church to turn its back on them. The simple idea that the Enemy had created nothing of this world, merely corrupted, and thus could not make something so tainted, that it could not be turned away from his power. That the fires of the Enemy should be used against him, and could be safely wielded by one strong of faith. That all things could be redeemed to a higher purpose.
That orcs and men could serve the same God.
And those Knights, his Brothers, had failed, for no idea stays simple when the
[Aiers] The World has no ceiling! by lygen1000
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:bulletblue: :iconsilver0eye:Silver0Eye  World of Aiers: Echos of the AbyssShort notice: Hello there again, all you people out there, that have stumbled over this new piece of words! This will be my contribute to Shabazik's third war of power contest. I hope you will like it, and maybe I win a small prize…who knows.^^
Disclaimer: The world of Aiers, its events, places, races and all that are belonging to Shabazik.
Only my own race, characters and everything with them belong to me.
_________________________________________
Prologue
The big, green skinned figure, panted heavily, while trying to hide behind the rocks, that were all around him. The full moon stood at its zenith, casting ghostly light down to earth. In silence, it watched the scene, neither judging the hunters nor their prey. Cautious, the green figure glanced from behind the rock, trying to make out how many enemies had followed him, while one hand still rested firmly on his weapon. He gripped it hard, as if he feared the sword would run
World of Aiers: Echos of the AbyssShort Notice: Sooo, here we go again, this will be the first chapter of my story. I hope that I can post some more chapters, until the deadline demon hits me.^^
 
Disclaimer: The world of Aiers, its events, places, races and all that are belonging to Shabazik.
Only my own race, characters and everything with them belong to me.
 
 
 
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Chapter 1
 
 
Slowly the sun climbed up the sky, as a new morning came to be. The warm sunlight greeted the cold, wet earth, creating a ghostly fog, which crawled all over the still silent landscape. As if guided, by an invisible hand, it surrounded and swallowed anything on its path, hiding it from everyone’s eyes. It seemed so peaceful and yet creepy at the same time. But suddenly the silence was disturbed by shouting voices, and the clashing sounds of metal, against metal. Battle cri

:bulletblue: :iconthormemeson:thormemeson : The Legend of the Red Eyed WarriorThe Nortender castle had stood for centuries serving through 2 holy wars. Withstanding the hordes of demon lead Orcs. As many of the people either human or various half breeds went about their business. Alex had could only wonder if he could remember what they were doing as he came to accept his position as a knight.
“Ah acolyte Alexander you are the person that we so happen to need to see." Brother Leo said looking up from his paperwork.
Alex kneeled before the wooden desk expecting Leo to stand and present him with a knighthood. Leo cocked his head to the side and sighed, “Oh I am sorry Acolyte Alex, knighthood into our Holy Order won't happen. I brought you here to explain the actions, or well the actions of your little raider group.”
“Excuse me what do you mean my group’s actions? We have slain several Orc and demonic attacks. All before they ever gained traction into our lands,” Alex shouted in stunned anger.
“Oh then explain all those bas

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And the Winners are!

Best of...
... Making an original faction of Aiers!
500 "dAri" Points dAPoints.
This time, we had several factions around, as the Vulture mercenaries of Sylvereye, or the Boom!witches of Hutt-Life or the Highlanders of Arnilo, the Jinsah  among others... I had difficult choosing!

In the end, having to choose, I found interestingThe Unmarked, a demonic cult of ozcuras assassins from the City of the Wicked of Zaghäl, created by :iconseriallackey:. Dispossable assassins, meant to spread chaos

... Battles, combats or Wars! 500 "dAri" Points dAPoints.
The chaotic Boom!Witches first battle was a favorite, I have to recognice! After their action, Fort Benedict would never be the same! Or many of those poor scarred goblins, running down from their life, for that matter!

... the Cataclysm! 500 "dAri" Points dAPoints.
:iconlarqven:, did something utterly unexpected to me... portray the Cataclysm, from the view of those down below: not the underworld of Kazrrad, but further, down, down below, in the mantle, of the last day of the Tefue, working on his theory of who really where the "demons" of Aiers, and what happened to those who didn't choose the "exile"
The UnderneathThe Underneath
By Larqven
________________________________________
The Above, 2675 a.a.H.
The Mantle, Day 939871.56 Since Cessation of Operations
The Last Day of the Tefue
The hot sea near Hub 23
The controller swum in the comfortingly warm magma, in its exterior body, long arms and jet action propelling the creature forward.  Such a fine body that had been made for it!  The controller admired the work of its subject born from its shard.  It was much superior to the original body that the control unit had its … awakening in.  There were those who might say that thought of technical advancement over the Makers to be heresy in itself. Though it was a controller, the creature considered that foolishness; it was an observation that was a simple statement of fact.  The Makers left certain fine details to the tefue themselves.
In the distance, crystalline home spun lazily in the eddy of magma, its outstretched wings catching the flow and controlling its orienta



... not-war-related entries 500 "dAri" Points dAPoints.
What can I say?
I loved :iconbunny75: Gmonian Apple Lady!
Applegmone by bunny75

-Narrative 3000 "dAri" Points dAPoints.

I loved all of :iconlygen1000:'s short stories... and true to be told, had a hard time picking which one of them, to select for the "narrative" prize: in the end, I picked up this one, that had more of a drama or tragedy feeling... the last days of the Order of Nortender, the doubts of a knight of the yellow heretic cross and his orcpelier, who by now had become much more than simply that.


-Drawings/illustrations/paintings/graphic work in general 3000 "dAri" Points dAPoints.
Here I had some difficulties choosing, as I had several favorites!

In the end, I decided for colour and composition -reminds me some propaganda posters, I could say!- the Crusade of the Indigeants of :iconnumber-seventeen:!
The crusade of the indigeants by Number-Seventeen


-First Place for the awesome awesomer awesomeness. 4000 "dAri" Points dAPoints.
As the winner, rather than an individual entry, I choose the 4 parts story of :iconlygen1000:, The Crypt of Dume: I really wish to see the conclussion to such awesome story!

[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 1~ A.a.H. 2665, 10 years before the end of the world
A gentle breeze blew from the northeast, bringing with it the scent of fire and ruin. Only a thin screen of woods hid the source from sight: the duchy of Hanovian was burning, and as its smoke rose into the evening sky, Don Jaime, knight of Sargos, could feel how close his quest was to disaster.
Before him lay great works of earth and wood, built not for fortification, but to divert the course of an entire river at vast cost of manpower and time, exposing a long section of the riverbed to open air. A great effort that would have been impossible with the demands of the War, but for the refugees who crowded the land, fleeing ahead of the advance of the Dark Legions in their push south.
These extra hands had allowed the task to be completed just in time, for the soldiers and workers who could be spared for their camp had been far too few... and Jaime could only pray that God would forgive him for allowing the refugees false hope. Though
[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 2[Continued from Part One]
"The Legions are pressing their advance hard. Ozcura raiding parties, backed by werewolves..." Knight-Brother Thaddeus was saying, as he and his two companions had joined the rest of the group in the tent. "They are all the way down the Barlans River to the sea. 'tis a complete disaster up there, my lord, there are no two ways about it." The man ate between sentences, from a great wedge of black bread that was all they had at hand to eat so late at night, and he consumed it with grim determination; for all men who have been long on campaign learn the skill of taking a meal when the chance arises, even if their hearts are not in it.
The Knight-Brother of the Holy Order of Nortender was a hefty man, with a wide face and a broad mustache that seemed to have far more volume than the entirety of the close-cropped hair on his head. Sometimes Jaime suspected the man's teeth were just slightly too sharp, for he had heard the tales of Nortender's heresies, and how the
[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 3[Continued from Part Two]
The sound of soldiers setting black powder charges continued behind them as the company proceeded into the Crypt, echoing ever fainter off the ancient stones as they proceeded. The entry hall of the Crypt of the Librarians was broad, and floored with the artfully worked stone that much of the exterior was built of. But the walls and ceiling had been covered over with lighter stonework, on which were carved great masses of text in Ancient Dumian, and murals depicting human figures undertaking various tasks. Here and there the stones of the ceiling had fallen in, laying in piles in the hallway, but revealing metal beneath.
"Try to refrain from touching anything unnecessary," Marcus instructed as they set aside their torches and lit lanterns, for other than the light they carried it was pitch black. There were torch sconces along the walls, and blackening on the roof above that showed they had seen use, here, long ago, but nothing now remained to aid them. Nenren
[Aiers] Crypt of Dume - Part 4[Continued from Part Three]
"Was the Crypt breached from below?" Knight-Brother Thaddeus wondered aloud as the company drew closer to the bottom of the stairs. They had considered being quieter, but had quickly discovered that when it came to going down stairs, that while Nenrene was as soundless as only a dark elf could be, and her master, Marcus, almost likewise, the rest of them were... not. And so while they spoke in soft voices, they knew there was no hiding from any enemy with ears, and had given up any thought of surprise.
"We should be so lucky!" Rögnvaldr replied. The old man had continued working his way through the large book they'd taken from the tomb of Librarian Mikhail, and had to be guided down the stairs by Gabriel. The boy kept a hand on Rögnvaldr, for the old Kanov could not take his eyes from the metal tome, and would otherwise have fallen. "For if so," Rögnvaldr mused, "whoever did it managed to revive the Tekkno-loki down there, s

I loved how was treated by Lygen1000 the Librarians of Dume, the unknown "Tekno-Lokki" they handled of the mythological times of the "Sky Age", and how his characters, at the edge of the "End of the World", tried to understood and interact with the ancient ways of mankind.


Many thanks for all the great entries -and the large amounts of patience to me and my extension of dates, extension of dates and longly delayed judgement!!

Thank you all, and I hope you all enjoy these contest entries as much as I did!!

AlexWB.
Shabazik.











  • Listening to: Percival
  • Watching: Netflix's Voltron
  • Playing: Witcher II
  • Eating: Spaghetti
  • Drinking: Orange Juice

I want to do a contest for the 29 November, but I doubt about the theme... in big thematic: what would you prefer? And what contest idea you have? Comment! 

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213 deviants said Fantasy era contest of Aiers
26%
108 deviants said Science Fiction of Nebula of Ots
18%
75 deviants said Modern age of Aiers contest
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24 deviants said Other idea, you would comment?

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Cleanse the Sacred Ruins!
Dwarven Maidens by Shabazik Old dwarf warrior by Shabazik Lord of the Loot by Shabazik Shoe Shopping by Shabazik Battle of Dwarves and Orcs by Shabazik Dwarven Fortress by Shabazik

The orcs, howling, crawled out of their holes with sticks and stones, quickly trying to form a line, as the dwarves, shoulder to shoulder and shield to shield, marched into the cave of the old ruins that orcs occupied.



The dwarven warriors here are shieldmaidens from the Mines of Helmed: with their armour, often the easiest way to tell this was the flat-topped and hornless helmets.

More of the Dwarf Warmaidens of the Mines of Helmed
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It's party time!

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Superstition by Shabazik
The Girl of the Elferie by Shabazik Vagrant by Shabazik Rebels, Bandits and Goblins by Shabazik Let's get out of Aels! by Shabazik Demon Server by Shabazik

Singing. Dancing and loud music came out of the barn, as the peasants gathered to enjoy themselves.

Not everything have to be sorrow... there's always something to celebrate!


Done during a meeting.

Was inspired thinking on these sort of music I hear sometimes in youtube.
Some nice music, named in youtube "Slavic Folk Ethno Traditional Music -and yes, a lot of it you may have heard in the Witcher III and of course The "Medieval Music - Hardcore Party Mix

Do you know some nice medieval -energetic!- music in youtube I can "add" to my playlist when drawing fantasy?
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I HATE you, Naughty Bynatu!
The chainmail bikini warrior, covered in a big, dusty poncho looked up with teary eyes to the chieftain.

"Why you said, I can't be a chainmail bikini warrior?"

"I didn't said you can't!" said the large grey orc to the smaller, white haired one. "I just said, it was almost like you aren't even there, as nobody notices you, so you don't matter at all."

"I-I Hate you, Boss! I HATE you, Naughty Bynatuuuu!" she said, crying and running away, while her comrades of the Sisterhood of Svanalla, the Chainmail bikini warriors, looked at each other awkwardly.



Based on a stupid exchange on chat XD

:iconnaughty-b-nature: was colouring this piece:
 

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The Chapter of the Sisterhood by Shabazik


But he decided to eliminate the little, almost unseen white haired grey orc (or ozcura), because he said, it only confused things up and it wasn't like anybody noticed her there.

Naughty Bynatu is an Ozcura character of Naughty-b-Nature:
The Naughty Bynatu by Shabazik

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Ozcura Infantry of Zaghal by Shabazik

White haired ozcuras are uncommon, but not unheard about:

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