A piece I did for Collectif Pinup’s next book about female characters in video games: an all-ladies team of Darkest Dungeon’s characters. I think that build would work (although I’ve not tested it yet).
I’m really happy about it because I feel the pentel line art works. I hope you like it. Don’t forget to bring torches.
I slept in the barracks after the admission, it was late at night, so everybody was sleeping, I didn’t see much of activity near the tavern… Morning came, a letter has been slipped under my door, beckoning me to join a team at the Ancestor statue, to go explore a sea cave, locals call it the Cove. I head down, nervous of meeting new people who will be afraid, or disgusted by my appearance. Of course if would not be a solo job. I step out of the dark alley and joins the group. The smaller figure was a man of foreign origins, probably from the middle east, he looks like a scholar, I wouldn’t have imagined someone like him to come all the way there. He was looking at me with surprise, and maybe some fascination.
Another person, dark and glinting, was a woman(I presume) holding a heavy crossbow and covered in bits of armor, appearing to be cautious of me, she looked aggressive, but she didn’t say anything.
The last one was also a red headed woman with a part of her face painted in blue, lightly clothed with the only protected body parts being the stomach area. She was looking like she was trying to figure out what would be my assets, how useful I might be, my prowess.
I don’t know what to think of those people, but we have to go. I never wanted to see the sea again.
Not many are foolish enough to fight monsters on their own turf, but Sherry’s impatience and stubbornness draws her to the Coasts of the Shadow Isle without a second thought. Her and a Small crew of Noxian and Bilgewater Sailors patrol the seas, not content with letting the Harrowing push back the civilized world every year. Though Yordles tend not to get along with Noxians, and even less so people of Bilgewater; Sherry is compelled forward by an insatiable lust to tempt fate, pushing forward against an endless wave of darkness. Despite all of this, though, Sherry somehow finds time to joke amidst her constant war on the Shadow Isles.
Some time at this work has refined her weapons for the work. An arbalest loaded with a harpoon and connected by cable, and a pair of enchanted machetes are the tools of this Yordle’s trade.