Webcomic Updates

Episodes three to eight are now on tapas! Click the images below for links to each chapter.

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Intermission- Character sketchdump

Seaflower is on the road this week, so no comic update- but here are some character sketches, doodles and illustrations I haven’t posted here before!

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A Bartholomew doodle response. To what? Who knows.
Yes, he has a problem.

 

Evelyn’s ancestor, and inspiration for the SFI
A digital painting I did of Elion doing some sort of spell/ritual
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Talking with my GF about AUs, we got onto ‘What daemons would the SFI have?’ Barty has a hare.
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…And Keeley has a mongoose.
Percy wants, Percy gets.

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This is another doodle I can’t remember the context of.

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Baby Barty and his big (half) sister Evelyn. There’s something of an age gap.

 

Thursday in Applied Thaumaturgy class

Hope you enjoyed! Comic will be back next week.

Archive23: The Knucker Hole Dragon

This summer may be full of weird cult activity and necromancer shennanigans, but the Seaflower Institute still has normal work to do.

Well, comparatively normal, I mean. Like, going to check up on an ancient dragon. That kind of normal.

The village of Lyminster in West Sussex is home to Knucker Hole, a supposedly bottomless blue pool. It was in this pool, the legend goes, that the Knucker lived; a fearsome dragon that tormented the local villages, until it was eventually slain- either by a knight in the traditional fashion, or a cunning baker via a poisoned pie.

Lyminster Church stained glass window depiction the slaying of the Knucker Hole monster


More likely, the dragon activity subsided due to the dragons hibernation cycle, which typically involves napping for a few hundred years.


Aerial view of the hole- thanks google!


We like to keep an eye on the Knucker, so every five years or so, someone goes to check its still alive- and this time it was me and Jesper’s turn. So, armed with dragon repellent and welly boots, we ventured to sussex.

The farmers whose livestock graze in the surrounding fields are certainly taking no chances- as Jesper found out when he accidentally touched the stock fencing.

The pool is pretty secure behind a high gate and barbed wire-topped fence. We were let in, and stood at the edge of the water like two clueless kids on the doorstep of an ancient monster.


One living dragon? Check. Lets not do that again.

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