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Ogre Rider linework — Description
It was no use. She was going to have to do something about her unwanted followers. The ogre was getting tired and beligerent; not used to ever having to run away from a threat, he was grumbling unintelligably. She couldn't let him rest for long, not without leaving something behind to occupy those chasing bastards' time. Scant moments between now and their arrival; she'd have to make sure she brought something particularly nasty through, and she didn't have the time to be fussy.

"Gods help this place if they can't kill it..." She thought, as eldritch feelers probed the soft space her gesticulations had created...

Sort of Howard meets Lovecraft? I dunno!

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Mechanical Pencil (0.5b); A4 140gsm Paper

[EDIT: right hand was too big. Thanks Scarfy!]