TFS Is missing a quintessential comic to comment upon. Thus, I am requesting some form of artist. I'd write if need be, srsly. I'd draw it myself but I am nowhere near consistent.

In fact. I'm going to be slinging out concepts soon enough. Artists, look here for shit to do. Should you choose to accept these missions or not.

Statuses:

Blade brother- 50% Concept written- ARTIST GET
The R Ward- 0% Thinking about it

The telemic people lived in a nomadic world. Back then, they were the only people. Pebbles on an infinite coast. The difference between the telemites and any other race... The telemites had no capacity for fear. That's what the legends say. They pressed on against the boundaries of the known world. Some stayed behind and made Coreland. The land that lives forever, protected by the strongest man to ever stand- Ishun Kol. The iron fisted bull, as he was called.

This is not where the story starts. The story starts 100 years in the future. Perdor Karino lives in a small room above Dom Marina, one of the best blacksmithes in all Coharia, the known world and possibly the unknown world. There he serves as a vassal and against his own wishes a successor, despite no blood relation.

Perdor, unlike so many others is still influenced by the nomadic telemites. In the emotional rollercoaster that is coreland, Perdor maintains a stiff upper lip and shows as little emotion as possible and does things as effiently as possible. In an era of complete peace, there is little reason to. Even less reason to practice with the now-illegalized blade and shield Perdor makes when Dom isn't around. Coreland is the safest place. Violence is dealt an ironic punishment, by way of being slashed into ribbons, as slowly as possible. Indeed, in being the safest place in the world it also becomes the most savage.

Perdor finds these rules strange. Believing it is his right to be able to defend himself, even if he's supposed to never be attacked, he breaks almost all the laws of coreland on a weekly basis. Perdor doesn't even realize it, but Dom sees right through it. When finally confronted about it, Perdor is shocked. And then even more shocked when all Dom does is give a hearty laugh and critique his poor work on the weaponry. And presents Perdor with a set of two swords. Asking him to choose one. Perdor chooses a bright white blade, as opposed to the dark black blade.

Dom smiles, believing Perdor made the right choice. Perdor said that if he couldn't fight legally as a civilian, he'd destroy the government with by blade and bone. And despite the illegal weaponry, the palace was the single most militarized place one would ever see. Dom had a better proposition.

Dom decided to take a vacation the week after. Leaving Perdor to decide on his offer. “If you hate this race so much, why not go and find more? I'll race you. The first man to the other side of Coharia... Wins.” “Wins what?” “Why, the city at the end of our world, of course.”

Psst, if you wanna comment on a comic, go here.

It's not in comic form yet, but concepts are still being dealt with. And, ya know, opinions would be really nice. please.