Welcome to a whole new month, and another Target gallery! For May we asked you to wave your wands, don your pointiest hats, and weave a little magic. Whose entry was enchanting enough to win this month’s prize? Read on and see!
ThatMacFella went right to the source. Friendship is, after all, magic.
PeteF took to the skies with the numen of aerogenesis herself, Aurora.
It’s been awhile since we’ve seen Prophaniti1978 in the gallery, probably because he’s been learning to write really small for his Daemonhost’s scroll, which I’m told is a recipe for Devil’s Food Cake.
Ben is still skirting the suburbs of Malifaux, with Colette DuBois
From Wallorspin, the Legion of Lost Souls – undead halberdiers raised and commanded by the power of the Witchblade.
DrQ made a Tortle merchant/postman and provided the following Freddie Mercury quote to justify its inclusion in the Magic category – Freddie, of course, being well familiar with A Kind of Magic:
Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away
Don’t you hear me calling you
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
Fiendil was off to the Wacky Races but also called on the spirit of Freddie:
“For May’s challenge, I had one vision. I decided to go headlong for a day at the races, featuring a killer queen, a good old fashioned lover boy, and, of course, somebody to love: the loyal doggo. And, that, was a kind of magic.”
Lonelymonk doubled up and finally finished not one, but two Sacral Vaults. I can’t even imagine what it takes to push one of those things through a swamp.
Miggy Sawdust took a break from working on his table (update coming soon!) to get some paint onto T’challa, who is of course enhanced by mystical Wakandan herbs. They say that magic is just science we haven’t figured out yet. Given I have no understanding whatsoever of the science Shuri weaves to enhance the suit, I’d say that’s kinda magic too.
Finally, some Toxxos from ParadoxHazard. Sentient toxic waste monsters, arising from the green and hubris of man. Are they a force of Mother Nature seeking to force humankind to face their misdeeds? Or just globulous monstrosities that want to mindlessly dissolve us all into primordial goop? Either way, someone break out an air fd
Eye of Newt and Toe of Bat, Bippity-Boppity-Alakazam. The smoke clears, our lovely assistant has been sawn in half, and May’s winner is Ben! Toss me your address and we’ll get something winging its way to you on a magic carpet. Or via the postal service. Whatever’s more convenient.
Some of you may recall, a few weeks back I asked for people to remind me of my girlfriend’s suggestion for the next target. I remembered. Your June target is Drunk. As always, how you interpret this theme is up to you. Hearthgut Hooch Hauler or Whiskey Golem? Perfect. Bugman’s or the Guild Ball Brewers? Totally on the mark. But think further. A Cerci Speed Circuit racer sponsored by Coors. A model staggering, possibly under the influence. Apothecary Corbulo may have blood in his cup, but if he’s supped from it, the contents have been drunk. Perhaps someone cackling maniacally, drunk with power (I’m looking at you, MiniCrate Dr Arkadius, or Barnabas2). Heck, you could paint literally anything, and tell me you were drinking a shandy while painting. Put your mind to work and let me know what you can come up with.
Send in your pics of newly painted shinies to email@example.com by Noon EST, June 28th. Deadline is deadline, people. Once more, one random participant will receive a little somethin’ somethin’ in the mail. You want somethin’? You gotta submit! Don’t forget to include your online handle! Oh, and if you can make the pics attachments to the emails rather than inline, that’d help me on the formatting end.