Black Dragon

I’m working on a AD&D retroclone named Bhakashal. I have completed the Bhakashal Spell Book, the Players Manual and Setting Manual are on the way. Search on lulu.com or drivethrurpg.com for “Bhakashal” to get the Spell Book and support my work.

@ManFirestorm thank you for the repost.

Welcome to the Underdark, 1978 style… Drow patrols. Giant lizards. Mind flayers. Things waiting in the dark. Bring extra torches. 🖼️Dave Sutherland and Dave Trampier interior illustrations from AD&D module D1 Descent Into the Depths of the Earth

Nicola Scott art for September's SSOC #16 for Jim Zub's #Conan tale, a TIDES OF THE TYRANT-KING miniseries tie-in. #RobertEHoward #SwordAndSorcery #Comics @NicolaScottArt @WaagBooks @cimerians @David_JWest @Weird_Friction @DaddyWarpig @FrankiePaul64 @DamndestBastard @ManFirestorm

@Simon_Bisley @ManFirestorm I have a card game with this art on the box

This has AD&D D&D Adventure written all over it!

Solomon Kane cover art by Pat Zircher #comicart

Erin Gray TL cleanse

OSRIC requires more talk than it gets One of the most genuine original attempts to reorder and clean up AD&D as far as I understand

Happy Thoris Day.

on my drawing table

Spaceship cutaway from Beta Ray Bill #2 by Daniel Warren Johnson

This is Richard Huxley. Richard is a Paladin. Richard does not enjoy being shot at. Engage at your own peril. Deus Vult. From To the Aid of Falx Art by Jim Holloway.

@eroc0303 Stay safe bud

The Lightening is INSANE right now, the house is shaking from the thunder, and the wind is whipping! Every dog in the area is barking

Cary Nord

10 comic book artists I feel ruled the 1990's. Day 9 Todd McFarlane

#JohnByrne AF9 - Turns out it wasn't the Thing he was fighting at all, but one who can assume his form...

Seventy-two. That is how many separate wounds John Cruickshank had in him, two of them through his lungs, while he lined up a burning flying boat for a second run at a U-boat that had just shot his aircraft to pieces. Most men have one of those wounds and they are finished. He had seventy-two and he pressed the attack. He was 24, a former bank clerk from Aberdeen, flying a Catalina flying boat out of the Shetland Islands with Coastal Command. The job was the long, freezing, mind-numbing patrol, fourteen hours over the grey Atlantic hunting the U-boats that were strangling Britain. On the 17th of July 1944, far out over empty water, they caught one on the surface, U-361, and Cruickshank took the big slow flying boat down to attack. The first run failed. The depth charges would not release. Any sane man makes a note and turns for home. Cruickshank swung the aircraft around and came back for a second pass, low and straight, and this time the submarine's gunners were waiting. Flak ripped through the Catalina. It killed the navigator, wounded half the crew, and tore into Cruickshank again and again, those seventy-two wounds, two punching into his lungs, ten into his legs. And he flew the attack home anyway. Bleeding everywhere, in agony, with the fuselage holed and on fire, he held the aircraft dead level, aimed, and released the depth charges himself. They straddled the U-boat perfectly. It broke apart and sank beneath him. Then came the part that should have killed him. He collapsed from blood loss, and the wounded co-pilot, who had never landed a Catalina, took the controls for the long flight back. Cruickshank refused the morphine that would have knocked him out, because he knew the man flying needed him. Drifting in and out, he had himself carried back up to the cockpit again and again through the night to help nurse the shot-up aircraft down, and at dawn they got it onto the water safely. He had lost so much blood the doctors said he had no business being alive. He lived. He took the Victoria Cross from the King, went quietly back to banking after the war, and rarely spoke of it. And he kept on living, and living, and living. John Cruickshank died in 2025 at the age of 105, the last man on earth wearing a Victoria Cross earned in the Second World War. Seventy-two wounds over the Atlantic, and he outlasted every other hero of that war by decades.

Some colored pages from Roy Beckwith and the Cursed Continent issue 2!

Australians are naively egalitarian. We assume that in a clash of cultures we will treat everyone like Brahmin and be treated as such, ourselves. Instead, we are all seen as Untouchables (Dalit).