commissioned by Wynn O.
A five-character party group for a weird west campaign, staged in plain Arizona desert under a thin moon. Jaw stands partially turned away with arms crossed and that 'dragged into this' tilt, mouth shredded open on both sides by intent rather than accident. Maud poses, smug, in front of a board cross with 'Kingsley' scratched into the wood. Xander Khaine leans on a rock with his black duster open and rattlesnake-band hat low, easy as a Doc Holliday line read. Tara stances up in front of him with both guns crossed, smiling the nervous smile of someone trying too hard next to someone who never has. Ciel stands a pace out from the group with a doctor's bag and a smile she is barely managing to hide.
Wynn sent the brief as five separate documents stapled together, and the hardest part was getting the personalities to sit next to each other without flattening any of them. The Kingsley gravesite is an in-joke the table has been running for a year, so it had to be readable as a real headstone first and a punchline second. The night palette went through two passes before the desert stopped looking blue and started looking the right kind of cold.