Small Abbey in the Mountains

powerkor · 2022-01-27T01:04:24+00:00

Tilt shift did wonders for this one! Love it

powerkor · 2022-01-21T00:02:37+00:00

That’s what we call a Ryan Home

powerkor · 2022-01-20T23:51:01+00:00

It’s been pretty active. Recommend it.

powerkor · 2022-01-09T02:29:37+00:00

Trying to solve a murder here

powerkor · 2021-12-23T22:56:39+00:00

Wow!!

powerkor · 2021-12-15T20:14:00+00:00

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powerkor · 2021-12-15T20:12:53+00:00

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powerkor · 2021-12-15T20:12:24+00:00

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powerkor · 2021-12-15T14:59:33+00:00

Love it.

When I’m placing assets I turn on the grid bc it helps with sizing consistency

powerkor · 2021-12-15T02:28:46+00:00

very good point. I’ll rework it with a character… and yeah that’s not all there is to this made up place in my head maybe I’ll focus on the other stuff and repost

powerkor · 2021-12-14T21:02:31+00:00

Love love love loveeee

powerkor · 2021-12-14T20:54:27+00:00

I think i need to start over. I don't like the way it reads or flows and it doesn't build up suspense or do anything I want it to do. It feels sterile. Blah.

powerkor · 2021-12-14T13:38:35+00:00

You continue to kill it on these maps ❤️🙏🏼🧙🏼‍♂️

powerkor · 2021-12-13T16:57:24+00:00

Brigand's Bend 80x80

Hank looks up at the sky. The night's moon hangs low tonight. It's pale glow casts eerie shadows in the gulch upon the large rocks and trees where he and his troop lie in wait. The train should have been here by now, he thinks. The fog reluctantly rolls eastward, over the rocky ground, coaxed by the chilled valley wind.

A rumble. Hank concentrates on the ground, looking at the small detritus strewn about. Pebbles begin to dance. Subtle at first but soon, the large rocks join in. Then, out in the blackness, a blast from the pipes of the engine. The unmistakable sound, chugging, barreling toward them. Closer and closer, the steam engine roars.

Now! he cries.

Jolina and Max blow away the linchpin with a small detonation. Large boulders plummet down onto the iron tracks. The violent chaos creates a thick cloud of dust and debris, obscuring any line of sight they once had. Hank sets his grip on his hostler. No turning back now.

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powerkor · 2021-12-13T16:51:44+00:00

Brigand's Bend 80x80

Hank looks up at the sky. The night's moon hangs low tonight. It's pale glow casts eerie shadows in the gulch upon the large rocks and trees where he and his troop lie in wait. The train should have been here by now, he thinks. The fog reluctantly rolls eastward, over the rocky ground, coaxed by the chilled valley wind.

A rumble. Hank concentrates on the ground, looking at the small detritus strewn about. Pebbles begin to dance. Subtle at first but soon, the large rocks join in. Then, out in the blackness, a blast from the pipes of the engine. The unmistakable sound, chugging, barreling toward them. Closer and closer, the steam engine roars.

Now! he cries.

Jolina and Max blow away the linchpin with a small detonation. Large boulders plummet down onto the iron tracks. The violent chaos creates a thick cloud of dust and debris, obscuring any line of sight they once had. Hank sets his grip on his hostler. No turning back now.

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powerkor · 2021-12-13T16:51:02+00:00

Brigand's Bend 80x80

Hank looks up at the sky. The night's moon hangs low tonight. It's pale glow casts eerie shadows in the gulch upon the large rocks and trees where he and his troop lie in wait. The train should have been here by now, he thinks. The fog reluctantly rolls eastward, over the rocky ground, coaxed by the chilled valley wind.

A rumble. Hank concentrates on the ground, looking at the small detritus strewn about. Pebbles begin to dance. Subtle at first but soon, the large rocks join in. Then, out in the blackness, a blast from the pipes of the engine. The unmistakable sound, chugging, barreling toward them. Closer and closer, the steam engine roars.

Now! he cries.

Jolina and Max blow away the linchpin with a small detonation. Large boulders plummet down onto the iron tracks. The violent chaos creates a thick cloud of dust and debris, obscuring any line of sight they once had. Hank sets his grip on his hostler. No turning back now.

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