In honor of the Rusty Quill Gaming main campaign coming to a complete close, we’ve decided to release the RQG Zine for free!
Whether you weren’t able to purchase it during our sales period, didn’t get into RQG until after sales ended, or just didn’t know about the zine until now, now’s your chance to view the entire zine (that’s over 200 pages!) for free! The digital merch will remain a purchase exclusive.
The zine boasts 43 artists (including multi-page profiles of each character, multiple locations pieces for each arc, key events, and fic illustrations), 16 authors, 11 craft contributors (including recipes, cross stitch, crochet, a musical arrangement, and more!), and character doodles from some of the artists in the zine.
We had such incredible contributors, and we know that you’ll love to see all of the content that they created.
Lastly, we would like to once again thank everyone who purchased the zine during our initial sales period. Because of your support, we were able to donate over $4,000 to The Yemen Foundation!
We hope you enjoy the zine!
(If you have any questions, please message us here!)
[ID: The cover of the RQG Fanzine, styled to look like an old book cover. It has a deep purple background, and reads “We’re Still Working on the Name” in the center of the page. The text is a stylised, golden font surrounded by gears, spirals, and fancy lines. Underneath is a golden falcon, with its wings spread, sitting directly above the text “A Rusty Quill Gaming Fanzine”. At the two bottom corners of this inner section are two stylised hearts. This section is shaped like an arched window, bordered with double golden lines. The area outside of this section is filled with different party motifs, also done in gold. There are arrows on the top left of the page, pointing toward the top corner, and flames on the top right, doing the same. The two sides are mostly symmetrical, containing daggers, wrenches, and gears. The bottom of the page has stylised waves. The outermost part of the border is a series of spirals.]
You heard that right: sales for the Rusty Quill Gaming Charity Fanzine will OFFICIALLY be starting on Saturday, 13 February. Quick reminder: the zine is completely digital, and we will not have physical copies of the PDF for purchase.
Over the next few days, we’ll be sharing information about what to expect with sales (including, but not limited to, how much the zine is going to cost, where you can purchase it, and some special bonus goodies that we’re including with the zine!) and getting everything in final order before sales go live on 13 February.
The zine is looking absolutely incredible, and we CANNOT wait for you all to see how well its come together and how skilled all of our contributors are! As always, if you have any questions, shoot us a message and we’ll get back to you ASAP.
Here’s another fic preview: this one comes from the early UK arc, written by one of our contributors: @roisu10! You can also find her on AO3.
You can get the full fic (and other wonderful pieces of writing, art, and misc. creations) if you purchase the zine, coming soon!
Tentative Beginnings
It was one of the first things Sasha had noticed about him. Smiles were as much a part of Hamid as eel delicacies were to Other London. Nervous smiles. Excited smiles. Cocky ones that followed him casting that cleaning-up spell on himself.
She wasn’t quite used to it yet. With Zolf, it was easier. In the few hours she’d known him, he’d maybe smiled once or twice, and seemingly more out of satisfaction than anything else. That, she could relate to.
As if privy to her thoughts, Zolf emerged from the short hallway leading the bathroom, beads of water still dropping from his hair and beard onto the polished wood.
Rubbing at a spot below his nape, he threw a glance towards the window seat. “Bertie, you wanted to go next?”
At once, Bertie, who had spent the last half hour observing passersby below and making the occasional snide comment, slapped his hands loudly on his legs and shot up from his pillow seat. “Ah, thank you, Mr Smith, much appreciated.” As he strode past Zolf, he leaned down towards him and added with his booming voice, “hope you didn’t hog all the hot water to yourself, being a priest of Poseidon and all that,” before disappearing down the corridor.
“Cleric,” Zolf muttered to himself. He turned to Hamid, who sat watching him, hands clasped together and a sheepish look on his face. “Should I be concerned that your friend thinks Poseidon is the god of hot water?”
Sasha watched with some amusement as Hamid offered his best pained and polite smile to Zolf.
“I’m sorry, please don’t mind Bertie. He can be a bit of…”
“An ass?” Zolf and Sasha kindly supplied.
Hamid shook his head gently. “More like an acquired taste,” he corrected.
