H again, a MUCH more recent picture, mounted on a Strider of the Travelling Breed.

Blaze, AKA Lord Melodrama, descends some rocks for no apparent reason.

H, pundit of dry British humor, master of herbalism, and oh yes, the legendary Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, inspects a bardock plant growing in an odd spot...

A member of the elusive tribe of canid races known as the Ulric. Jariyn, a young Lancer, standing in a relaxed, but alert pose.

Look! It's me! Colored poorly in Fractal Design Painter!! AIEE!!

A member of the Bone Gnawer tribe of Garou. I did something stupid here, I tried to make a statement that was so poorly put together only I understood it. Oh well. I don't like this picture much, but it's popular with people I know, so... up it goes. The spraypaint on the wall is the epitaph of the previous owner of the bones. It's not something I came up with unfortunately, it's a quote from one of the most singularly awesome bands on the planet, a band by the name of Skyclad, in their song Cardboard City, which inspired this picture. The entire quote goes as follows:\r\n\r\nChip-wrapper flowers are blown onto this cardboard grave\r\nMy spraypaint epitaph upon the wall it says:\r\nHere lie the bones of some poor homeless vagrant\r\nHe died as he lived - in the ---- on the pavement.