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<The Dragoons are all standing in front of Ki'i'Mar's tent, ready to strike>
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Bhar: <telepathically> On my command.
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<Ki'i'Mar bursts out of the tent, drenching all of them in magic fire>
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<The Dragoons stumble backwards, barely stemming against it>
Ki'i'Mar: <shouting> You dare disturb a Gena in her sleep?
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Ki'i'Mar: <shouting> How EXTREMELY DISRESPECTFUL!

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Posted on 4. October 2020 by manuel 
Alt-text: "Me: 'I don't really want to keep drawing all that stuff in her tent ... oh wait I'll just have it disintegrate!'"

Now that is some color!  

... the next few pages will contain a lot more color and general experimentation as I'm trying to convey all the sick magics that are going to happen. I'm not sure about all of it, but I am pretty proud of how this page turned out :)

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