Zine sales will be opening TOMORROW, Saturday, 13 February!!
We’re so, SO excited to show everyone the final zine and let you all see just how incredible our contributors are.
[ID: A graphic announcing “One day to go". The text is a stylised, golden font surrounded by gears and fancy lines. It has a deep purple background, and along the bottom reads “We’re Still Working on the Name Fanzine”. There is a golden border along the inner section; at the top right and bottom left corners of the inner section are two stylised hearts. The area outside of this section is filled with different party motifs, also done in gold. There are arrows on the top right of the page, pointing toward the top corner, and flames on the bottom right, doing the same. The top and bottom are mostly symmetrical, containing daggers, wrenches, gears, and other stylised objects. The left side of the page has stylised waves.]
Three more days until sales open for the RQG Fanzine!
[ID: A graphic announcing “3 Days To Sales”. The text is a stylised, golden font surrounded by gears and fancy lines. It has a deep purple background, and along the bottom reads “We’re Still Working on the Name Fanzine”. There is a golden border along the inner section; at the top right and bottom left corners of the inner section are two stylised hearts. The area outside of this section is filled with different party motifs, also done in gold. There are arrows on the top right of the page, pointing toward the top corner, and flames on the bottom right, doing the same. The top and bottom are mostly symmetrical, containing daggers, wrenches, gears, and other stylised objects. The left side of the page has stylised waves.]
hoo boy this was an undertaking :D i drew a Wedding Zolf/Hamid comic for my dear friend @lovefourtydown for @fandomtrumpshate!!
The prompt was a bright wholesome magically wedding and im happy to deliver it <3
[ID: A two paged digital comic featuring the wedding of Zolf Smith and Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan from Rusty Quill Gaming. Oscar Wilde is officiating the wedding with Azu, Kiko, James Barnes, Howard Carter, Sasha Rackett, Grizzop Drik Acht Amsterdam and Cel Sidebottom as witnesses.
Hamid is a brown-skinned Egyptian Halfling with short curly brown hair and scaly skin, he is wearing a purple patterned suit with a brass button up shirt and a plaid cravat. Zolf is a white dwarven man with short white hair and a intricately braided beard, he is wearing a blue suit with plaid accents and kilt with a purple and brass sash.
On the first page Hamid and Zolf stand facing each other, each of them have one hand outstretched holding each other. Oscar a white man in a blue suit stands in front of them with his eyes closed and his hands wide open casting an illusion of their history, both the good and the bad. From top to bottom the scenes are: Zolf embracing Hamid in Japan, Hamid sitting outside Zolfs door in Paris, Zolf and Hamid writing their book together, and Zolf and Hamid arguing in the last Londan arc.
On the second page there are 3 panels. The larger scene is Hamid and Zolf exchanging rings; the first panel is of their hands, hamid holding Zolf’s hand, his ring already slid into place. The middle is of them closing in on a kiss, hamids eyes are open slightly as he smiles. The last panel shows them kissing just off screen, there hands clasped and both of their rings visible. In the background from left to right is Kiko, a japanese women with dark hair and a purple and pink dress. Azu a black Kenyan women wearing a similar dress as kiko but with brass flowers adorning the dress. Sasha a white women with a burn scar and a brown jacket. Cel a white hald-elf wearing a blue suit with brass accents, Barnes a white man with brown hair with a blue suit. Cater a white man with white hair and a blue suit, his arm is thrown over barnes shoulder. Grizzop a gray goblin wearing blue artemis armor. / End ID]
hoo boy this was an undertaking :D i drew a Wedding Zolf/Hamid comic for my dear friend @lovefourtydown for @fandomtrumpshate!!
The prompt was a bright wholesome magically wedding and im happy to deliver it <3
[ID: A two paged digital comic featuring the wedding of Zolf Smith and Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan from Rusty Quill Gaming. Oscar Wilde is officiating the wedding with Azu, Kiko, James Barnes, Howard Carter, Sasha Rackett, Grizzop Drik Acht Amsterdam and Cel Sidebottom as witnesses.
Hamid is a brown-skinned Egyptian Halfling with short curly brown hair and scaly skin, he is wearing a purple patterned suit with a brass button up shirt and a plaid cravat. Zolf is a white dwarven man with short white hair and a intricately braided beard, he is wearing a blue suit with plaid accents and kilt with a purple and brass sash.
On the first page Hamid and Zolf stand facing each other, each of them have one hand outstretched holding each other. Oscar a white man in a blue suit stands in front of them with his eyes closed and his hands wide open casting an illusion of their history, both the good and the bad. From top to bottom the scenes are: Zolf embracing Hamid in Japan, Hamid sitting outside Zolfs door in Paris, Zolf and Hamid writing their book together, and Zolf and Hamid arguing in the last Londan arc.
On the second page there are 3 panels. The larger scene is Hamid and Zolf exchanging rings; the first panel is of their hands, hamid holding Zolf’s hand, his ring already slid into place. The middle is of them closing in on a kiss, hamids eyes are open slightly as he smiles. The last panel shows them kissing just off screen, there hands clasped and both of their rings visible. In the background from left to right is Kiko, a japanese women with dark hair and a purple and pink dress. Azu a black Kenyan women wearing a similar dress as kiko but with brass flowers adorning the dress. Sasha a white women with a burn scar and a brown jacket. Cel a white hald-elf wearing a blue suit with brass accents, Barnes a white man with brown hair with a blue suit. Cater a white man with white hair and a blue suit, his arm is thrown over barnes shoulder. Grizzop a gray goblin wearing blue artemis armor. / End ID]
No thoughts, just Sasha saying, “I’m gonna get Hamid, I can’t leave him in this place” and bolting back to save him, being the most persistent of any of the group in trying to convince Hamid to come with them in the first place.
Head empty, just depressed, hopeless Hamid only coming to his senses after hearing the robot telling him Sasha needs his help and bolting towards her. Hamid saluting the billboard, his promise to Brock to look after Sasha.
Usually the only things capable of dragging Grizzop into sleep are either exhaustion or a begrudging acceptance that he has to rest for his spells to replenish. Tonight, his adrenaline is miles ahead of exhaustion, and he’s not getting his spells back either way, since they seem to be in an anti-magic cell, so he’s awake when it happens–-one moment, he’s squinting into the empty monochrome beyond the bars, and the next, everything is…wrong.
Or: No one gets lost in Rome, but there are consequences to dragging your friends back through thousands of years–-namely, reliving quarantine over, and over, and over again.
Prologue
Sasha’s ears are still ringing from her bomb when the fight kicks off properly. The rush of adrenaline as the first assailant comes into view is somewhat comforting, but also starts a slight twitch in her right hand that she really can’t afford right now. She watches as Grizzop drops a soldier in one shot – can’t be a paladin then, to go down that easy – and buries three more arrows in another’s shield. His fingers are quick and light, gaze focused even as he hisses with frustration; Sasha breathes out, slow, and tightens her grip.
The shield guy seems focused on Grizzop, so Sasha digs her toes hard into the dirt and leaps the way she’s done hundreds of times before—and is blocked before she even gets halfway, thrown off with surprising ease. She drops to the ground ungracefully, instinctively curling up to defend herself from a swing, only to watch the blade go a full six inches wide of her, and then somehow miss Cicero as well.
Well, least he’s not good at both, Sasha thinks, and a moment later watches two arrows graze past the shield in quick succession, piercing the man’s flesh with a sickening thunk . He drops, and a moment later so does another soldier. Sasha allows herself a brief grin at Grizzop; he’s not looking, which is even better.
Then bloody Cicero has to run into the next room, and the real fight starts.
Usually the only things capable of dragging Grizzop into sleep are either exhaustion or a begrudging acceptance that he has to rest for his spells to replenish. Tonight, his adrenaline is miles ahead of exhaustion, and he’s not getting his spells back either way, since they seem to be in an anti-magic cell, so he’s awake when it happens–-one moment, he’s squinting into the empty monochrome beyond the bars, and the next, everything is…wrong.
Or: No one gets lost in Rome, but there are consequences to dragging your friends back through thousands of years–-namely, reliving quarantine over, and over, and over again.
[ID: A digital drawing of a Hamid Saleh Haroun Al-Tahan, Grizzop Drik Acht Amsterdam, Sasha Rackett, Eldarion, and Azu. Grizzop and Sasha stand in the center of the picture, Grizzop is injured with his hand outstretched towards Sasha. They are surrounded by 4 Cult of Hades men however their attention is centered on the prone forms of Hamid, Azu and Eldarion. They are in a poorly lit tunnel.
Starting in the center of the picture; Grizzop is a gray goblin with red eyes. His green overcoat is covered in green blood. He is wearing silver Artemis armor, beige pants, and gray leather boots. Sasha is a slim white women with a scar covering her right side. She has dark hair and is wearing a brown leather studded jacket, black shirt, pants and boots. She has a dagger clenched in her left hand.
Behind Grizzop and Sasha are 4 Cult of Hades enforcers, they are wearing roman armor of silver and red, their helmets are gold with red feathers sticking out of the tops. They are all holding red tower shields and spears.
In the foreground, Hamid is laying atop Azu. He is an Egyptian halfling with curly brown hair and brass scales. He is wearing a green suit, purple and gold robes of ancestry and brown with gold accented heels. Azu is a Kenyan half-orc with a shaved head, her ears and nose are pierced. She is wearing a beige dress with pink patterns underneath bright pink plate armor. Eldarion is standing in front of hamid and Azu, she is a pale elf with curly brown hair done up in a ponytail; Her dress is blue with white ruffles. /End ID]
loose rqg because I was relying on daylight saving time for my fanart thing and sent it off half finished ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
[ID: A digital drawing of Sasha Rackett and Grizzop drik acht Amsterdam standing next to each other.
Sasha is shown from the thighs up, and she is turned slightly to the side. She is a thin human white woman with short black hair and a burn scar running up her neck and cheek. She wears a studded leather jacket, a black shirt with a white collar, two black belts with silver detailing, and a pair of teal trousers with knife holsters on the thighs. She holds a knife in one hand and stares out into the distance with a concentrated expression.
Grizzop is a thin grey-skinned goblin man. He faces forward and is shown from the waist up. He wears brown armor with the crest of Artemis on it, brass pauldrons, and a green undershirt. He has multiple ear piercings and looks forwards with a slight grimace, holding a nocked bow and arrow in his hands.
au in which nobody* dies and hamid convinces everyone to dress up fancy for a dinner party or smth idk.
*that we actually care about
[Image Description: Several pictures of characters from the Rusty Quill Gaming podcast; Sasha Racket, Zolf Smith, Azu, Hamid al-Tahan, Grizzop drik acht Amsterdam, and Cel Sidebottom. In the first image, they are standing clumped together in the center of the image.
Sasha is a pale-skinned human woman with short, dark hair. She is wearing a very dark blue tuxedo jacket with black lapels, a black waistcoat, black suit trousers, and a maroon bowtie. The jacket is buttoned. She is holding a martini glass with an olive in it and smiling, one hand in her pocket.
Zolf is a pale dwarvish man with short white hair and a long beard, which is tied in a single braid and bound with a gold circlet with an emerald in it. He is wearing a charcoal-gray double-breasted suit with a yellow carnation in the lapel and a pink shirt. He is standing with one hand behind his back and the other holding a scotch glass.
Azu is a tall, bald, dark-skinned orcish woman with a pair of tusks, one of which is broken. She is wearing a pink ballgown with a sweetheart neckline, off-the-shoulder sleeves, and lots of translucent ruffles, as well as a necklace with the Heart of Aphrodite, depicted as a blue clam shell, and pearl bracelets. She is smiling serenely, holding a martini glass. She is standing behind the other characters.
Hamid is a short halfling man with medium-brown skin and short, curly dark hair. He is wearing a purple tailcoat tuxedo with a gold waistcoat and a gold bowtie. He is smiling, with both hands proudly gripping the lapels of his tuxedo.
Grizzop is a lanky, gray-skinned goblin with large pointed ears, red eyes, and feet that are shaped like hands. He is wearing an emerald green tuxedo jacket with black lapels, black suit trousers, and a matching lime green cummerbund and bowtie, as well as a pair of emerald green gloves for his feet. He has many gold piercings in his ears, and is smiling at the camera with one hand on his hip, the other holding a champagne flute.
Cel is a tall, nonbinary half-elf with pale skin and very pale blond hair that sticks straight up. They are wearing a golden tuxedo jacket embellished with several bows, a white shirt with ruffled collar, sleeves, and front. Additionally, they are wearing a large golden bow tie, and a black skirt parted in the middle, edged with gold, that trails on the floor behind them. It is tied at the waist with a golden bow, and underneath they are wearing black suit trousers. They are standing with their weight on one foot, smiling at the camera, and holding a champagne flute.
The remaining images depict the above, but each character is separate from the others. End ID.]
also i’ve been trying out a new art style with my last few pieces of RQG fanart and i’m really happy with how its been turning out so far
[Image Description: A picture of Sasha from the Rusty Quill Gaming podcast. She is a middle-aged white woman with short, salt-and-pepper gray hair, with a patch of white hair over her left eyebrow. She has a burn scar on the right side of her face and chin, various other scars across her body, and a blue lightning scar on her right hand and forearm. She has chubby legs and flabby arms, and is standing with one hand on her hip and the other resting on a cane. She is wearing a green chiton fastened at both shoulders with gold brooches, and brown sandals. End ID.]
[ID: A digital sketch drawing of Cel, Hamid and Sasha from the Podcast Rusty Quill Gaming. There are two seperate sketches, both in dark red on a plain beige background.
Cel is a tall elf with light hair that is standing upwards. They are wearing a long coat and dark trousers and boots.
Hamid is an egyptian Halfling with dark, curly hair. He is wearing a shirt with a waistcoat and light pants and shoes.
Sasha is a human with short, dark hair and a burn scar on the left side of her face. She is wearing a dark leather jacket, dark trousers and shoes.
In the first sketch, Cel and Hamid are dancing together. Cel’s back is turned to the viewer as the look towards Hamid. Their right hand is interlocked with Hamid’s right hand. They are smiling. Hamid is having his eyes clothes with a big smile.
In the second sketch, Hamid is holding both of Sasha’s hands as he looks at her with an excited smile. His left foot is set a bit behind his right as he tries to get her to dance. Sasha looks at Hamid with a raised eyebrow. She is standing still.
The artists signature “ÄngryDuckTime Machine” is set in white above them. /End ID]
Day 4 of @the-line-is-erased: Prague - Family - Those we stay with and those we choose to leave.
Sasha wasn’t a hugger. But as Zolf said he was leaving, she had to hug him, as if she could hold onto him and keep him from going.
“Do you have to?” She asked into his collar as they embraced, hating how weak she sounded.
“I need to figure some things out. And I’m no good to any of you in this state.”
Sasha squeezed him a little tighter. “You’ve always been good to me, though.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “But you’ll be alright. And this doesn’t have to be goodbye. I’m just taking a break to sort out myself and my faith after all that Mr. Ceiling nonsense. I’ll see you all again." He paused. "Maybe it’s better I don’t see Bertie again. Just you and Hamid.”
“I’d like that.”
They pulled apart slowly, neither wanting to relinquish their grip on the other because that would make their parting real and not just some nightmare they could abandon upon waking.
“Hey, take this." Zolf removed the driftwood dolphin from around his neck and held it out for Sasha. "To remember me, until we see each other again.”
“But isn’t it important to your whole Poseidon thing?”
“Poseidon can sod off. I don’t know what I believe anymore, but I do know that I’d rather you have it. Mad as I am at the concept of divinity right now, it still meant a lot to me, and you mean a lot to me too, so…" His voice trailed off and he looked away from Sasha, though he still held the pendant in an outstretched hand.
"If you’re sure,” she said.
Zolf nodded, and Sasha gingerly took the dolphin from him. She ran her fingers over the smooth wooden surface, then looked back over at Zolf.
“See you around, then, boss?”
“I’m not your boss anymore.”
“That’s not the point.”
Zolf smiled. “I know.”
~~~
Some time in the past, Sasha sat on the roof of the villa, her feet dangling over the edge. As she watched the sun descend, she took a driftwood dolphin, unmarred by time, out of her pocket and traced the wood grains with her fingers. One day in the future, a good friend would give the pendant to her and promise that their parting wasn’t goodbye. And though Sasha would have to wait multiple centuries, she looked forward to the day she would get to see him again.
Day 3 of @the-line-is-erased:Paris - Goodbyes - The crack in the ceiling bringing the house down.
“Oh, and thanks for the room. You know it’s too much for me, but it’s nice, yeah? Feels like you could fit half of Other London in it, there’s so much space! And there’s this metal person who keeps following me around and knocking on my door. The gargoyles are well good, though.”
Sasha sat beside a brain in the heart of Mr. Ceiling. She didn’t know which one was Brock’s, and she wasn’t sure she really wanted to either, because that would make it real. He’d been taken, killed, and assimilated into the necromantic monstrosity of brains around her, but if she didn’t see any part of him, sometimes she could pretend that he was still out there, still exploring the world and living the life they once dreamed of.
“Sitting on the roof with them, reminds me of our favorite hiding spot,” she said, talking to the brain. Whether or not it or Brock could hear her, she didn’t know, but she still told it of all her adventures since leaving Other London. Surely Brock remembered her? He bought her the Presidential Suite, and Mr. Ceiling seemed fond of her. But that wasn’t the same.
“I miss that,” she murmured, brushing her fingers against the glass. “I miss spending time with you. Like, yeah, Other London was horrible, but you always made it better. I…” Sasha let out a quiet chuckle to herself. “We both know there’s no good from thinking about ‘what if’s’ and all that. But… I regret not getting to say goodbye. I wish we could’ve had a proper send off. I mean, obviously I wish you’d actually gone off to have a better life above ground and all that, but that’s too farfetched for people like us. Just a goodbye would’ve been nice.”
She continued to sit for a while longer, silent as the whir of machinery surrounded her. Trapped in Mr. Ceiling’s lair, there wasn’t much else to do, so she visited that brain often, having decided that it was as good a point of contact as any to Brock, though most of the time she said nothing. If she closed her eyes and tried to drown out the noise, she could almost pretend they were back in Other London, sitting on their favorite rooftop.
But when Hamid frantically hit at the controls and Mr. Ceiling began to collapse in fire and the cacophony of screeching metal, Sasha knew there was no more pretending. As they raced out of the basement, she stopped one last time at the entrance to the brain room, even as Zolf on her back told her to keep moving.
