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Buckthorne
The Dryad Druid character I created for a D&D campaign I'm playing with a few of my closest friends! She's old and sworn to vengeance -- quite at odds with her "preserve the Balance" Druidic upbringing. She speaks five languages: Common, Elvish, Dwarvish, Sylvan (she can talk to plants), and the secret language of the Druids. Her real name she can only tell those who speak Druidic; Buckthorne is how everyone knows her. I could blab on about her, but let's leave a bit of mystery, shall we?

A fairly quick little conceptual drawing: 2 hours with Photoshop CS4 and my Intuous 4 graphic tablet.

If you like what you see, I'm available for commissions. Just send me a request along with details about your character, if interested! :)
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The Sisterdale Six: A Bag Men Story
So, I thought I should upload this image now -- before I'm accused of stealing the new Red Dead Redemption 2 promo image... I made this back in May to go along with the FREE "Bag Men" story that can be found on Wattpad.com.

Here's the link: www.wattpad.com/282396577-the-…

Enjoy! :)
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Bag Men Vol 4 Final Cover
For your enjoyment, the cover of "Bag Men: Vanguard" (Volume 4). The series, available on Amazon.com, is written by Silas Jackson and J.R. Traas. If you download this image, why not pick up a copy of the book itself at a 50% discount? That's right: for a mere 50 cents, you can grab yourself a novel's worth of epic, tragic, and, at times, surprisingly funny apocalypse.

Don't forget to check us out at facebook.com/SACBPH

And here's the book blurb:


Our parents survived the undead, or so they thought. Now war is coming... Will it be humanity's last?



A thrilling evolution of the zombie genre.



Bag Men: Vanguard is volume 4 of the Bag Men series, containing episodes 7 and 8. Volumes 1, 2, and 3 are also available on Kindle.


Witness the struggles of a failing humanity, forty years after the undead apocalypse.


In 2028, the North American continent looked something like it had in the aftermath of the Civil War. Ghost towns dotted the country, boarded up houses and hotels, acres of farmland with unharvested crops either rotting where they stood or trampled down by hundreds of feet. Ripe wheat wasted like trash. Highways were cracked and dusty. Emaciated animals roamed through muddy streets—pets that had been forgotten and turned feral, or grubby herds of cows that had burst out of their barns after long, lingering days without anyone coming to feed them.

It was an age that bred strange travelers, a shadow-nation of vagrants. 
Some resettled the land. Farmers in those days dug up weird harvests. The ploughshares always dragged up tons and tons of bullets and spent cartridges. There were bones mixed into the soil. The undead, in those days, were just another fact of people’s struggle to survive. The roving bands of shambling carcasses were a danger, but so were the land-mines left behind by the military’s doomed campaigns; so were the unmaintained gas-lines that exploded periodically, reducing already half-ruined buildings or city blocks to fireballs and burnt out husks. Malnutrition was a danger. Bandits were a danger. Wild animals and disease were dangers. Life was brutal, difficult and short. The remaining zombies, like everything else, were something the survivors learned to deal with.

Years later, a man chopping firewood in a field, carrying a rifle on his shoulder, might see a band of zombies walking towards him across the grass. Hands moving mechanically, he would cock his rifle and pick them off with head-shots as they came, and go back to his work as if he had never been interrupted. 
Day by day, year by year, the undead grew less common. Until finally, years after SHTF, most people agreed that the plague was over.

Only in the emergent city-state of Sacramento did people know the truth: the virus had evolved. It didn’t kill and reanimate victims anymore. It infected the brains of living hosts. They looked normal on the outside. The plague could spread through new populations without anyone realizing it was happening, until the carriers finally snapped, and could no longer resist the deep, primal drive to kill that had drowned out their personalities.
Like a curse from God that had cracked and destroyed mankind’s civilization, the virus endured in the new world in a new form, as if it had the especial purpose of purging the human race from the earth.

The year is now 2070 and, in the Republic of Sacramento, knowledge is power. Decades ago, the government understood the threat and took steps to contain it, creating the Bureau of Public Health, a super-agency tasked with identifying and eradicating "Sleepers"—those undead that can blend in with the crowd. The BPH was granted, by a terrified population, supreme authority over life and death. And, so far, humanity within the city has survived. Beyond its walls, however, there is no safety. The virus can trickle into human populations totally undetected, and plunge them into anarchy, hysteria and carnage before anyone realizes anything is wrong…

Bag Men: Vanguard continues the stories of Agents Steve Bradford and Bernard Morris as they struggle against forces bent on destroying their beloved Sacramento.


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Bag Men Vol 3 Final Cover
Final cover for volume 3 of the "Bag Men" series (Bag Men: Trinity). Written by Silas Jackson and J.R. Traas, all the volumes are available on Amazon.com.
If you download this image, be sure to grab a copy of the first 3 volumes of the series using the handy-dandy Premium Content feature. For a mere $1, you can own the first 3 volumes (6 stories) -- that's 50% off the list price for #2 and #3 and 100% FREE for #1! Enjoy! And let us know what you think, because we want to make you happy.

Here's the book blurb, by the way:

In Resurrection City, the unholy trinity must doom or be doomed.



A thrilling evolution of the zombie genre.



Bag Men: Trinity is volume 3 of the Bag Men series, containing episodes 5 and 6. Volumes 1-4 are available on Kindle.


Witness the struggles of a failing humanity, forty years after the undead apocalypse.


In 2028, the North American continent looked something like it had in the aftermath of the Civil War. Ghost towns dotted the country, boarded up houses and hotels, acres of farmland with unharvested crops either rotting where they stood or trampled down by hundreds of feet. Ripe wheat wasted like trash. Highways were cracked and dusty. Emaciated animals roamed through muddy streets—pets that had been forgotten and turned feral, or grubby herds of cows that had burst out of their barns after long, lingering days without anyone coming to feed them.

It was an age that bred strange travelers, a shadow-nation of vagrants. 
Some resettled the land. Farmers in those days dug up weird harvests. The ploughshares always dragged up tons and tons of bullets and spent cartridges. There were bones mixed into the soil. The undead, in those days, were just another fact of people’s struggle to survive. The roving bands of shambling carcasses were a danger, but so were the land-mines left behind by the military’s doomed campaigns; so were the unmaintained gas-lines that exploded periodically, reducing already half-ruined buildings or city blocks to fireballs and burnt out husks. Malnutrition was a danger. Bandits were a danger. Wild animals and disease were dangers. Life was brutal, difficult and short. The remaining zombies, like everything else, were something the survivors learned to deal with.

Years later, a man chopping firewood in a field, carrying a rifle on his shoulder, might see a band of zombies walking towards him across the grass. Hands moving mechanically, he would cock his rifle and pick them off with head-shots as they came, and go back to his work as if he had never been interrupted. 
Day by day, year by year, the undead grew less common. Until finally, years after SHTF, most people agreed that the plague was over.

Only in the emergent city-state of Sacramento did people know the truth: the virus had evolved. It didn’t kill and reanimate victims anymore. It infected the brains of living hosts. They looked normal on the outside. The plague could spread through new populations without anyone realizing it was happening, until the carriers finally snapped, and could no longer resist the deep, primal drive to kill that had drowned out their personalities.
Like a curse from God that had cracked and destroyed mankind’s civilization, the virus endured in the new world in a new form, as if it had the especial purpose of purging the human race from the earth.

The year is now 2070 and, in the Republic of Sacramento, knowledge is power. Decades ago, the government understood the threat and took steps to contain it, creating the Bureau of Public Health, a super-agency tasked with identifying and eradicating "Sleepers"—those undead that can blend in with the crowd. The BPH was granted, by a terrified population, supreme authority over life and death. And, so far, humanity within the city has survived. Beyond its walls, however, there is no safety. The virus can trickle into human populations totally undetected, and plunge them into anarchy, hysteria and carnage before anyone realizes anything is wrong…

Bag Men: Trinity introduces readers to Luke Diefer before concluding Dara, Troy, and Bernard’s journey to Resurrection City.


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J.R. Traas
Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
United States
I'm an author, ghostwriter, and illustrator originally from everywhere and nowhere. I lived in France and The Netherlands for a bit when I was a kid -- Taiwan and Hong Kong, too. Now I'm tied to Atlanta, Georgia, where I tutor middle- and high-schoolers for the SAT and ACT, and I remote-tutor kids in China English.

You might possibly know me for the post-apocalyptic action thriller series I write with Silas Jackson. Otherwise, my written work has appeared in various small publications, online and in print. I can't tell you about my ghostwriting work -- if I did, I would, of course, have to kill you. Because I am lazy, I'd rather not have to go to the trouble.

With the exception of a few errant posts on Facebook, DeviantArt is my return to sharing my artwork with others. Hopefully you enjoy and, as always, all comments, critiques, suggestions, requests, etc. are welcome! Glad to be here!

If you like to read stuff, you can find some of my work through my wordpress website/blog (see below).

Fly true, my geese --
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