Here’s Trillinda Firestorm’s finished picture. It looks even better in high definition, thank you Adre3es.

I ordered another character comission from Adre3es, this time for Trillinda. Here it is part-done.

Part 2 of a confrontation

Jesse backed away as the creature advanced, swaying side to side as it did so. Its green eyes were fixed intently upon her. Jesse held the spear unsteadily, unable to think of any action other than backing away. The creature hissed and drew itself up to its full height, nearly touching the crumbling roof. Jesse pressed into the wall behind her. There was nowhere else to go. The dead soldier sat rigidly to her left, looking just as surprised as she was.
“But that’s…” Jesse’s jaw dropped in disbelief as a long, tubular tongue emerged from the beast’s mouth. It was longer than Jesse would have thought possible, tapering to a spiny point. The tongue extended almost a meter from the face, weaving threateningly, searching for an opportunity. It’s going to eat me, Jesse thought. It’s going to eat me and such me dry and I don’t know how to stop it! Suddenly the head jerked towards her, tongue aiming for her throat. Jesse turned, more on instinct that any kind of thought and swung the spear like a softball bat. The creature gave a muffled choke as the spear caught the oesophagus and dragged it to one side. The tongue retracted as the creature tried to steady itself from the surprise blow. Jesse moved along the wall and away from the creature while she had the chance. The creature swayed unsteadily in the exit. An arrow flew across the room, passed through the creature’s hair and landed outside, utterly failing to hit anything important.
“Are you alright?” Detra asked, looking unsteady on her feet.
“For now. You?” The creature turned, viscera glistening and head weaving madly. The head swiveled from side to side, apparently choosing its next target.
“We shouldn’t have split up,” Jesse whispered to herself. “Splitting up always means something bad is going to happen. Always.” The creature prepared to lunge, but then it paused. It looked suddenly concerned.
“Do you smell smoke?” asked Detra.
“Uh, maybe.” The creature let out a worried whimper and slithered through the door to the outside, intestines trailing behind it.
“Quick!” Detra shouted. “Don’t let it-” Jesse had already thrown her spear after the creature. She wasn’t sure why she’d done so, she certainly hadn’t expected it to be effective and had been less than useless at sports in school. Perhaps it was luck or perhaps it was fate, but somehow the spear she threw pierces the creature’s stomach and pinned it to the ground outside. It writhed there, shrieking, and suddenly caught aflame.
“Why is it burning?” Jesse wondered.
“Yahoo!” Trill’s happy voice came from outside. “I told you! I told you!” Detra dashed outside.
“Are you alright?” she asked.
“Of course we are!” Trill replied, grinning from elongated ear to elongated ear. Jesse followed Detra outside. Trill and Veltra stood side by side, watching the creature burn; Trill extremely happy and Veltra a little concerned.
“What did you do?” Detra asked.
“We found a body,” Trill said.
“So did we,” said Jesse. “A guard we think. She probably killed him.”
“Well our body was hollow and headless,” Trill upped the ante.
“It was quite puzzling,” Veltra added.
“So you set it on fire?” Detra asked, expecting only one answer.
“Of course!” Trill laughed. A small fireball blossomed and died in her palm. “It solves most problems.”
“Of course it does,” Detra sighed.
“What do we do with it now?” Jesse asked. The creature was still writhing on the ground.
“I have to catch it,” said Detra sadly. “It’s a life spirit. I can’t let it run around loose.”
“That thing is a spirit?” Jesse asked in disbelief. “How are you going to fit it into a bottle?”
“I told you, you can’t trust spirits,” Trill shook her finger.
“The body will burn, the spirit cannot,” said Detra, bottle in hand. “I don’t think I will be able to take this one.”
“Why would you want to?” Trill wondered, poking the spirit with a stick she had found. The spirit shrunk away from the stick. Its long black hair had shriveled and its skin blackened. The viscera was cracked and brittle, and the heart barely beat at all.
“Trill,” Veltra whispered. “Please, put it out of its misery.” Trill grinned maliciously.
“With pleasure!” The flames intensified. The creature screamed once more and then fell silent.