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24196 No.24196
Wakfu anyone?

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....Why is this censored? /pco/ allows NSFW stuff.

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woops wrong pic

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Also have unfinished sketch



There should be fanfiction of this but with so few of the episodes subtitled, I don't really know much about the character's personalities.

Yugo: The Eliotrope (...No fucking clue. Not an in-game breed.). Fast, a good jumper, but doesn't seem able to take much of a beating. Uses portals fairly creatively, and doesn't need to place the portals on any surface. Extremely friendly, as emotional as you'd expect a young boy to be, and a fantastic cook.

Sadlygrove: The Iop (Berserker). The guardian of a Shushu, a demon confined to an object (in his case, his sword). He's very good with his sword, but it often makes fun of him, especially when he uses terrible pickup lines to try and get women to notice him. Gets frustrated easily, and on at least one occasion of extreme duress he has given himself over to the influence of the demon he's supposed to be guarding (pretty much makes him Hulk Out).

Ruel: The Enutrof (Thief/Treasure Hunter). Completely obsessed with money, to the point where he will threaten small animals for a single coin. For a few more, he'd probably be willing to do anything except betray his closest friends. Isn't very familiar with Amalia or Evangelyne yet.

Amalia: The Sadida (Plant mage, also uses puppets). Very open with her opinion, slightly too willing to tell people who she is. Doesn't wanted to be treated like a princess, and would rather just have everyone treat her like a good friend. Apparently has an empathic bond with plants.

Evangelyne: The Cra (Archer). Excellent with her bow. She has some insecurity about dressing nicely because she's a warrior, so is uncomfortable in non-battle clothes and considers herself unattractive in them. The Guardian of Princess Amalia.

Az: The Tofu. Cute, squawky, and indignant when put in minor peril, ignored, or blown off as inconsequential.

That's all I can think of; if you need anything else, see if you can talk OP into continuing.

>Eliotrope (...No fucking clue. Not an in-game breed.).
Like most name in the wakfu universe, it's a pun based on mirroring: Eliatrop <-> Portaile, pronounced like "portail", french word for portal. Thus the Eliatropes are the portal-using people. I suspect they'll become a playable class in-game once the serie's progressed far enough.

Drawings here are fukken win

Well, yeah, but I didn't want to just say '(Portal-User)', because that sounded stupid in my head.

Portal mage? Or maybe "standard kid identification character" (or "delicious shota", depending on where your loyalties lie)

Im surprised that im still waiting on a cake joke

Nobody's done anything with cake yet in Wakfu.

Evangelyne: 17
Sadlygrove: 16
Amalia: 14
Yugo: 10
Ruel: Unknown. And really, do we WANT to know?


I don't see why you're so surprised; any older, and Evangelyne wouldn't have suspected her of being petty enough to make up a prophetic dream in order to miss her brother's anniversary.

If she's only fourteen then she still has room to growww... <3

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The question isn't 'what happens next', but 'where can we take this, preferably in a sexy way'?

Is this the end of Wakfu PROMOTIONS?

yeah im picky, but sadlygrove isnt a berserker, He's a "go-getting warrior"

berserkers use tattoos to fight.

and scroll down

Yeah, Sacrier.
'It hurts sooo goooooood!!!'

Grovy strikes me as a variant on the dumb loyal good paladin, possibly because of his crusader-like outfit.

I dare say there's more on the way, give it a few days...

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And you'd be right

Finished coloured pic


Pretty fucking awesome

Agreed, except for awkwardly placed vagina and funky-shaped thumb.

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Ruel has the same surname as me.

That is all.

btw is wakfu open beta or anything yet i swear ive been w8in for it 4 like 2 years

Looks like /co/ has a request for anybody available.

I take it you are all familiar with Kabrock and his lovely (if a bit loud) wife? Well, they'd like a picture of them fucking, with her doing her trademark scream of 'KABROOOOOOK!' as she climaxes. It's been brought up multiple times, yet nobody has done it yet, so I figured I'd just leave it here because /pco/ seems a bit better at actually getting things done than /co/.

Wakfu is in fact in open beta.
First off, make sure you have an account with Ankama, which you can get by registering at
This account will be your login for all things Ankama-related, so please don't lose it.
Next, go here:
And if you are using Windows, click the large teal button that says 'Telecharger Wakfu'. If you are using Mac OS, click the first 'cliquez ici' link under the button, then click the button; for Linux, click the second 'cliquez ici' link, and then the button. This will download the installer, and installation itself needs no walkthrough. Once the game is installed, open it up and log in. It may already be set to use the partial English translation available; if not, quit the game and go to C:\Program Files\Wakfu
and open up userPreferences in notepad or some other word processor. Change the line that reads 'language=fr' to 'language=en'; if there is no such line, just add a new line reading 'language=en'.

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...Tight Thighs? I like it! Makes me think of a tight butt.

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Wow, good porn?

It's more likely than you'd think.


Hey now, OP was pretty good too. Just not on this level.


Yes. Yes.

You know what this needs? More porn.


This thread was on the last page. reviving with link to more porn.

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>Sadlygrove: The Iop (Berserker)
Really? I got a more paladin vibe from Iops

...where's the hips?

They are there but the thighs are too thin.

For a friend:
Boring. This whole mission was one big, boring disappointment to Amalia. Ever since Ruel had signed her and the others on as caravan bodyguards, she had spent the past two days and nights inside a covered wagon, counting the hours as they went by while she waited for the signal that they were being ambushed by the Srams. Amalia had given up any thought of being in a battle and resigned herself to making clothes and accessories for her doll using some spare material in the wagon. After she finished what must have been the tenth outfit for her childhood companion, she finally stopped and took notice of Yugo and Az’s antics. “Well, at least it’s not a complete loss…” Amalia thought to herself.

The princess had taken a shine to the young boy after their first meeting in the Forbidden Forest, and after their most recent adventure in which Yugo had saved Amalia’s life finding the Ceverom Sap, she began to have strong feelings of affection for him; a fact that had not escaped her friend Evangelyne’s notice. Evangelyne had strongly opposed Amalia’s feelings, saying that they were unworthy of a princess of Sadida. But Evangelyne wasn’t here now, and now Amalia had a chance to get closer to her newest companion. The journey through the forest was going to be a long one: getting to the checkpoint alone would take about a week with the caravan’s pace. Amalia had plenty of time, but she decided that it would be better to start her advances sooner rather than later…

“Yugo, will you come over here for a minute?” Amalia called. Yugo stopped his game of hide-and-seek with Az and gave a friendly smirk in reply, “Sure thing Amalia, watcha need?” Amalia devised a plan quickly, “I…I was wondering if you’d help me with something…” Yugo and Az tipped their heads simultaneously in curiosity, “Help with what?” Amalia picked up her doll and showed it to Yugo as an example, “I was going to make Evangelyne a dress, as a surprise for when we meet her again at the checkpoint. I noticed she liked the one back at the Tower of the Four Princesses, so I’ve been practicing my sewing. However…” Amalia took the clothes off of her doll, which in a show of humor pretended to cover itself in embarrassment, and showed them to Yugo, “My doll is too small to use as model, so I was wondering if you’d let me use you to make a full-sized one.” Yugo was surprised and slightly taken back by Amalia’s request, the thought of being dressed in girl’s clothes didn’t sound very fun to the juvenile’s mind. “Err, I’d like to help Amalia, but I don’t think-“ Amalia panicked and tried to reassure the boy, “Please Yugo? I don’t have anyone else that I can ask, and I can always count on you! I promise nobody will know about it, it’ll be just between you and me!” Yugo rubbed the top of his head in uncertainty, “Gee Amalia, I don’t know…”

Amalia placed both of her hands on Yugo’s shoulders and gave him the same pitiful look that got her extra desserts back at the palace, “Pretty please? I know Evangelyne would be happy, and you’d make me happy too if you help me. Just this once?” Giving in to the princess’s pleading, Yugo sighed and smiled warmly at her, “Fine, I’ll help; but not ONE word about this to the others! Deal?” Amalia’s face lit up with excitement, as she squealed with glee and replied, “Deal!” She tackled Yugo and gave him the biggest hug he ever received, which eventually led to the two of them tickling each other into tears of laughter. Yugo wiped his eyes, his ribs still aching from the fun, “Okay then Amalia, I’ll help. But what should we do about Az?” Amalia came up with a quick response, “Az can play with my doll if he wants, or he could go keep Ruel company. SOMEBODY should be keeping an eye on that old goat while he’s in that money coach by himself.”

Yugo laughed in agreement, “Yeah, I’ll bet he’s lonely up there with nothing but Kamas to talk to. Az, go over and cheer him up will ya?” Az chirped in his usual friendly way and fluttered outside to join Ruel in the wagon ahead of them. “Perfect” Amalia thought to herself, “Now we’re completely alone.” Yugo returned his gaze from where Az had gone back to Amalia, “Okay princess, so what do you need me to do?” The child of Sadida hid her mischievous grin from the boy’s face, “I’m going to look for some measuring tape and some material that I can use. You cover all the openings so nobody can see what we’re doing and strip down.” The last two words struck Yugo like a thunderbolt. He asked Amalia nervously while she had already preoccupied herself with digging through the various piles of cloth and tools, “S-strip down?” Amalia continued to hide her face from him and pretended like nothing was wrong with her request, as she replied matter-of-factly, “Yes Yugo, you need to strip down to your undergarments so I can take precise measurements. Otherwise the dress won’t fit.” Yugo gulped nervously, wondering what it was he had gotten himself into. “Al-alright then…” he answered nervously, as he closed the flaps in the back of the wagon and proceeded to take off his shirt, looking around nervously to make sure no one else was watching…

Meanwhile, Az had made it over to the money wagon and found Ruel asleep inside, taking a nap amongst a large pile of glittering gold coins. Az rolled his eyes and swooped over to the Enutrof’s ear, squawking in protest as he tried to get the old man to wake up and stop his snoring. Ruel yawned and groaned in protest, annoyed that someone had awoken him while he enjoyed his new bed. “Oh, hello there Az. What’re you doing in here, did Yugo send you?” Az chirped a series of undecipherable squeaks in response. “Oh, so he sent you here to keep me company did he? Well thank you for the offer, but I have all the company I need right here” stated the miser, as he patted the pile of gold beneath him. Az squawked in protest, determined to keep his eye on Ruel and find some way to keep him busy while Yugo and Amalia were doing their secret task. Ruel scratched his bald head in defeat, “Hmm… Well, there’s not much to do in here. Oh, I know! Say Az, how’d you like to help me count all these Kamas? You’re a smart little Tofu, so I’ll bet you know how to count, don’t you?” Az cheeped happily in response, eager to play Ruel’s counting game.

“Okay then, I’ll start on this side of the wagon and you start over there. We’ll put all the Kamas we’ve counted in a pile in the middle, and then add both our sums when we’re finished. Sound like fun?” Ruel extended a finger to the little avian, to which Az took it one of its feet and the two shook in agreement. Ruel grinned in amusement and announced, “Okay then, let’s get started! One kama, two kamas, three kamas, four kamas…”
As the caravan moved slowly through the forest and the four companions engaged in their own activities to pass the time, many eyes were watching them from both sides of the woods. They had been tracking the caravan’s progress and were waiting for the right moment to strike…


good work so far. Just wish Helpful himself would post them here as he makes them.

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Moral of this picture: Never go third base with Sacriers.

Better yet, never let Chink draw Wakfu characters ever again.

I thought Chink got conscripted.

Who is Chink? Other than the person who made that picture?

He got better.


Why do so many people not seem to understand how to use the enter key?


Good development so far, though i'm not sure about Amalia taking the offensive and trying to trick Yugo into a situration.

I got Part 3,4, and 5. Delivering 3 right now:

“You there, watch your position!” Sylus hissed. One of his men, a fellow Sram, had accidentally exposed a part of his foot into the sunlight that filled the open section of canopy overlooking the road. The Sram quickly retrieved his limb back into the shadows and out of sight, avoiding his Strike Leader’s glare. Sylus tried to calm himself; he and his Strike Party had been tracking their current quarry for months, ever since it showed up at the village in the center of the forest. He was becoming impatient: an emotion that no Strike Leader should have, as it often resulted in hasty decisions and loss of morale, opportunity, and men.

Sylus double-checked the team on the other side of the canopy, making sure they were all staying out of sight and ready to pounce when he gave the command. The caravan had been moving at a slow and steady pace for two days now, and their guards were quite diligent in keeping watch. They hadn’t spotted Sylus’ Srams, however: the clever tactician had adapted the use of green and brown camouflage paint in order to blend his men into the shadows and branches of the surrounding tree-line; their normal colors of black, blue and white more suited for the rooftops and ruins of large cities.

According to his spies, Sylus learned that the caravan had employed a group of adventurers as bodyguards: consisting of an old Enutrof, a young Iop, a deadly Cra, a small boy and a Sadida princess. The Iop and the Cra were sent ahead to the checkpoint that lay several miles away, between the village and the edge of the forest. The Iop and Cra would be the most troublesome to deal with, so he sent his trusted ally Cathra; a Sacrier who had helped him and his clan escape the city and find a new life in the forest. Cathra was as dependable as she was beautiful. Time and again she had saved Sylus or one of his men from one of the forest’s many monstrosities, and she always smiled whenever they thanked her and tried to repay her. As was customary in a Sram clan; anyone who did their fair share of work by protecting the clan or acquiring treasure for them was treated as family and promised a fair share in any spoils the clan won.

Cathra, however, seemed content with their thanks and a warm meal by the fireplace, especially when she could sit next to Sylus. The Strike Leader himself couldn’t understand WHY the Sacrier enjoyed his company; perhaps she simply sought a friendship with the Sram. Regardless, Sylus had no time for companionship; his duty as the Strike Leader and the Clan Leader’s son meant that he had too many responsibilities to his clan to waste time on relationships. For now, he had to focus all his attention on protecting his clan after they migrated from the city to their new woodland home, and increasing the clan treasury so that they could purchase weapons and magicks to help hide their base.

The caravan was a prize too large to pass up. Robbing these merchants alone would provide enough loot for his clan to survive the entire winter, allowing him to rob other targets solely for funding future plans. At the rate it was going, he would have another 4 days until the checkpoint was reached, giving him plenty of time to find the perfect opportunity to strike. If he was successful, then he would have no need to send Cathra into battle and endanger her life in order to secure the checkpoint as an opportunity to ambush them. The Enutrof was the only one he needed to worry about, as their race was renowned for being as crafty and devious as the Srams. Sylus was confident that he could find a way through any plan or obstacle that the old treasure-hunter might throw at him; all he needed to do now was be patient and wait for the perfect opportunity to attack…


Sadlygrove galloped through the forest, a goofy smile spread across his face as he enthusiastically followed Evangelyne while she scouted ahead. Rubilax had long since tried taking a nap, annoyed at being drowned in quicksand earlier and trying to ignore the bouncing against the Iop’s side. Evangelyne was hard at work, using all her senses to check the area ahead of them. The nimble Cra leapt from branch to branch, stone to stone; like a lioness stalking its prey. She left no sound or corner unchecked, and her tenacity only enamored her Iop admirer even more. Suddenly Evangelyne heard the sound of a large group of creatures moving through the grass up ahead. She crouched down and cautiously continued ahead to investigate, Sadlygrove mimicking her every move as he followed. Evangelyne hid behind a tree and scanned around the corner, spotting a swarm of Scaraleafs grazing in the distance.

Sadlygrove’s surprise outburst behind her almost scared the Cra to death, “Hey Evangelyne, what did you find? Is it a monst-” Evangelyne quickly muffled the Iop by placing a gloved hand over his mouth, nervously checking the Scaraleafs to see if they had noticed their presence. A few of the creatures had paused during their lunch to check the source of the sound, but dismissed it several moments later and returned to grazing. Evangelyne sighed in relief and whispered to Sadlygrove, “They’re not monsters; they’re Scaraleafs. They’re harmless as long as you don’t scare them.” Sadlygrove nodded to show he understood, and Evangelyne removed her hand from his lips. “So, what do we do now?” Evangelyne took a more comfortable position as she slowly sat down against the tree, “Now, we wait until they finish eating and continue after they move on.” Sadlygrove, disappointed that he wouldn’t get to fight, gave up and pouted as he sat down in the grass beside Evangelyne.

A long silent moment went by as the two warriors waited, the only audible sounds being the Scaraleafs’ grazing and Rubilax’s soft mumbling as he slept. Sadlygrove became nervous and tried to start a conversation, “So uh, Evangelyne. Why did you call me Grovy back there?” The question took Evangelyne by surprise; at the time she hadn’t really thought of the reason why she referred to the Iop by his nickname. “Well…I suppose because we’ve spent so much time together, and Yugo calls you Grovy all the time, it just felt natural. Do you not like the name?” Sadlygrove answered in a friendly tone, “Not at all. I mean, at first I didn’t like it, but I suppose I can grow to get used to it. I don’t mind being given a nickname by people I consider my friends.” Evangelyne’s face flushed a little at what Sadlygrove had implied about friendship, “Well, that’s good. It really fits you…” Sadlygrove blushed in response and rubbed the back of his head, “Would…would it be okay if I called you Eva?” Evangelyne didn’t know how to respond; she DID consider Sadlygrove to be a good friend, but she didn’t know if she was ready to move on to the point that they could refer to each other by nicknames. Still, she didn’t want to hurt the Iop’s feelings, and considered that it was only fair, “S-sure Grovy, if you really want to…” Sadlygrove’s face lit up like a child at Christmas, “Haha, thanks Eva!”

Evangelyne couldn’t help but smile at her companion’s childishness, “You silly Iop…” She checked around to see what the Scaraleafs were up to, and was pleased to find that they had finally finished eating and were now scuttling off into the bushes. A low rumble overhead then caught the Cra’s attention; she looked up and noticed that the sky was beginning to grey. “We better get going and find some shelter for the night. It looks like it’s going to start raining soon.” Sadlygrove sprang back to his feet and helped Evangelyne up, ready to follow her lead once again, “Lead the way, Eva!” Evangelyne smiled again at Grovy’s enthusiasm as she took point again and started looking for a place that they could hid from the coming storm…


Yugo couldn’t believe the situation he had gotten himself into. He wanted to help Amalia and make her happy, but he didn’t know doing so would be so…embarrassing. The princess had convinced the young boy into helping her make a dress for Evangelyne, and was now busy at work measuring, trimming, and sewing each piece into place while Yugo stood nervously on top of a stool: stripped down to his underwear. A storm had started to accumulate outside, as Yugo heard small drips of rain occasionally tap against the outside of the supply wagon. “Hey Amalia, do you think you could-YOW!” Amalia took her hand back and apologized to Yugo for pricking him, “Sorry Yugo, but you’ve gotta stay still while I do this. I’m still learning. What were you going to say?”

Yugo ignored the dull pain in his hip, “I was wondering if you could loosen the dress a little? It’s really tight and is digging into my skin…” Amalia put down her instruments and felt underneath the fabric, looking for the loop of cloth that was being used to keep the dress up. Unfortunately her hand was a little too close and it found its way inside Yugo’s undergarment, her fingers touching the soft flesh of his cheeks instead of the makeshift belt. Both of their faces turned scarlet red as Amalia quickly jerked her hand back out in panic, “Oh! Sorry Yugo, I didn’t mean to…” Yugo stuttered nervously as he stretched the band in front of him and looked for the knot himself, “It-it’s okay, it was an accident. I’ll loosen it up myself…” Amalia tried her best to not let curiosity get the best of her, avoiding her gaze from Yugo as he went fishing for the string; leaving his front partially exposed.

Yugo found the string, adjusted it, and finally returned to his original position once he was satisfied and comfortable. “Okay Amalia, that should be good enough. Now I won’t have to worry about marks on my waist.” Amalia took up her instruments again and looked up into Yugo’s eyes, “Okay, now this is very important: for the next few minutes you’ll have to stay PERFECTLY still. I’m about done with the dress, but this last part requires absolute concentration and cooperation. Are you ready?” Yugo replied nervously, “Yeah, I guess so…” Amalia smiled at Yugo and restarted where she left off, carefully sewing together the final pieces of the dress. Piece by piece, the dress slowly began to take shape and form: a vibrant display of pure white and various colors reminiscent of a beautiful arrangement of lilies and other flowers.

Amalia worked her way around Yugo’s waist until the job was complete, her masterpiece finally completed as she rested her legs and kneeled on the wooden floor. “Well, what do you think Yugo? Doesn’t it look pretty?” Yugo looked down at himself, unable to comprehend how he could call something he was wearing ‘pretty’ without embarrassing himself, “I guess it looks okay, but there’s something not quite right. It feels like something is out of place in the back part.” Amalia’s hand shot forward faster than Yugo could react, and he found himself in the same compromising position as before: with Amalia’s hand groping his small sensitive cheeks. He protested, “Aah! Hey!” Amalia tried to suppress the grin that she had been holding back as she replied “What? It was an accident, I swear!” Yugo glared at Amalia disbelievingly, “Was not, you did it on purpose!”

Amalia decided to tell the truth finally and conceded to the boy’s accusation, “Okay, you caught me. But can you really blame me? You have a cute butt for a 12 year old.” Yugo’s face glowed red with embarrassment as he shot back, “Yeah, well so do you! I mean…” Amalia stared at Yugo in disbelief, completely surprised at what the young magician had just said. Had Yugo been secretly checking her out as well? He WAS almost a teenager, but to already be thinking about girls that way…it made Amalia blush. The princess inspected her backside out of curiosity, “Do…do you really mean that, Yugo?” Yugo was cornered; he didn’t know why he blurted it out, but it was out now, he had to try and cover it up before Amalia pressed any more questions on him. “No! I mean…not really. Um…aaagh! That’s it, I’m not helping you anymore!” Yugo quickly slipped off the now-finished dress and began to put his trousers back on, hiding his embarrassment from Amalia’s eyes. Before he could fasten the pants, one of Amalia’s hands had taken his in a warm, loving grasp. “Do…do you think I’m pretty, Yugo?” Yugo’s heart felt like it had been stabbed. He looked behind him to see the young girl sheepishly staring back, her eyes full of desperation and hope. He wanted to say no, but Yugo knew it would only be a lie, and he couldn’t lie to that face.

The boy retrieved the dress from the floor and presented it to Amalia. The young girl still held his hand as she stood up from the floor, a puzzled and curious look on her face. Yugo began to tie the dress around Amalia’s waist; it lay haphazardly upon her hips. “Um, Yugo?...” Yugo saw his chance for revenge and probed his hands behind the dress and up Amalia’s backside. He played it smart though and tied the loops together first, before gripping both of Amalia’s cheeks completely to her surprise. Amalia let out a soft “Aah!” when he squeezed them, and Yugo quickly took both hands behind his back; a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he gave her a look that said, “Gotcha. Now we’re even!” Amalia’s cheeks were rose red as she looked down at the dress. She twirled around once for Yugo, showing all her angles to him as the dress flowed gently with her movements, “So…do I?” Yugo’s grin changed into a warm smile as he simply gazed up at Amalia and replied softly, “Yeah Amalia, you look really pretty…” Warmth flowed over Amalia’s entire body at the boy’s words, she felt happier than she had ever been in her entire life. Not even her own older brother had once called her “pretty”, and now here was this young boy saying exactly that, like it was completely and naturally true.

She bent down and embraced Yugo, the young boy that she had now considered even closer to her than her own family. Tears of happiness formed in the corners of her long, dark lashes as she gasped her affections toward him. “Thank you Yugo. Thank you so much for that, and for helping me with all this. I…I really appreciate it…” Yugo squeezed Amalia in return inside their warm embrace, “No problem, princess…” Amalia and Yugo remained joined together in their embrace, as the rain outside spattered against the wagon’s canopy and seemed to applaud the union…

This is fresh; straight from last night.


MOAR, Yugo and Amalia are hot together.

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Tofus are such delightful little animals, aren't they?

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Requesting moar, please.

Helpful only posts on /co/; I'm never sure when he'll post part 6. Also, 3, 4, and 5 were very fresh at the time Helpful posted it (5 was just done being proofread). A week or two, maybe?

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Sorry about that. I've got college finals to deal with, but after this Monday, I'll be completely free and able to finish the story. I MIGHT finish it before the end of the month, but don't count on it; I'm horrible when it comes to deadlines. Just know that I will have it typed out and completed soon. I've got the entire story in my head already, I just need to put it down in words.

The only problem I have is missing out on a part. But take your time, really.

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Hi Everyone,

Wakfu continuing on TV with a picture-Person, who reminds us that not only the main characters that are worth a look! This time, it's four for the price of one with this image of Miss Moche (rather pretty for ugly) they are getting a makeover after the tragic curse of god Osamodas! (Episode 4)

It is also the opportunity to open a specific category Wakfu TV, we have already seen a lot of drawing on the topic and several others are underway, it was really a choice.

With that, good end of weekend on the gallery!
More TV Wakfu?! FUCK YEAH.

Loos like Ankama is trying to shut this blog down. Fuuuuuuuuuu

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I just stumbled across this.


Wish i saved those two pics of his creepy reverse-gender avatar.

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Even though there's some shitty art on the blog, there are some that is drop-dead amazing. And fapable.

I'll be adding a few more chapters to the story this week, due to the fact that I'm out of school now and it seems that Ankama is showing another re-run next weekend. If anybody's still interested in the story, be sure to keep your eyes peeled on /co/ this week.

AUGH. I might miss it. Damn, somebody better save the parts and post it here.

Alright everyone, since people seem to have different schedules for being on /co/ and are worried about missing out on my new chapters for the story, I've decided to just bite the bullet and post the rest of the chapters here on /pco/ from now on as well as 4chan. Keep in mind, all of these are still rough drafts, and I will probably make minor changes to the entire thing once it's all done. Anyway, beginning PART 6...

It was warm, yet wet. The summer rain fell upon the forest like a gentle shower; creating a symphony of sounds as the water reached the leaves of the trees. The sound was a soothing melody to Cathra’s ears, and made her yawn drowsily as she stretched her tanned body across the tree branch. Her skin tingled and glowed with joy at the bath it was receiving, happy to finally have the last two days’ worth of sweat and dirt washed away. The voluptuous Sacrier glanced over at the giant leaf on which she had chosen to keep her things; making sure that her weapons, armor and clothes would be safe and dry after the raining had stopped and her bath was finished. After she was satisfied that they were completely covered from the elements, Cathra resumed her daydreaming as she lie naked in the rain; dreaming of her beloved Sylus.

It was almost three days earlier that Sylus had been informed of a massive trade caravan making its way through the forest. The gold and supplies was a most tempting prize for the Sram, despite the news of a team of bodyguards that had been hired to protect it. Cathra had no ill feelings towards the merchants, but she was more than happy to have the chance to make Sylus happy. She was overjoyed when the young prince had asked for her help in the scheme and was eager to take on any challenge he gave her in order to prove her love for him. Sylus had decided to split the Strike Team into two groups: the one which he led would watch and follow the caravan until they saw an opportunity to ambush and rob it, while Cathra’s group was charged with following the caravan’s scouting party and preparing a trap for the merchants at the nearby checkpoint - should Sylus’ team fail. Sylus was a clever tactician and was well-known in his clan for his brilliant mind; one of his many traits that Cathra was attracted to.

The girl sighed dreamily at the thought of herself and the prince being together. She had tried several times in the past to make her feelings for him apparent, but the bone-headed Sram was always too preoccupied with his planning and his responsibilities to his clan. That, and Sylus had always viewed Cathra as a trusted friend and ally; more of an asset than a romantic partner. It was true that Cathra was a skilled and reliable warrior, but she was also a young woman. She ached for Sylus to acknowledge her feelings for him, and the very thought of that moment made her blush and quiver with excitement.

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But for now, Cathra would do as Sylus asked of her. She would follow the Iop and Cra to the checkpoint and watch their movements until she saw the opportunity to neutralize them. For now it seemed that they had started looking for a place to take shelter from the rain, so Cathra and her team decided to rest in a nearby tree and continue their hunt in the morning once the rain stopped. The Sacrier’s nose detected the smell of meat down below; it seemed her Sram team had managed to hunt down some dinner for the night and were slowly roasting it over a fire beneath the safety of the canopy. Cathra’s mouth watered at the thought of a nice juicy cut of roasted flesh, but it would be some time before it was ready. She decided to take a short nap as she lay bare on the tree branch, her dreams returning to those of herself and Sylus. She imagined the warm rain that flowed over her body as the prince’s hands, caressing and stroking every inch of her with affection and desire. “Oh…Sylus…” she whispered softly, as her imagination began to have its way with her…

Sadlygrove gasped and panted as he tried to keep up with Evangelyne. The rain had picked up considerably in the past few minutes, and although the nimble Cra was able to manage not getting herself too wet, Sadlygrove was completely drenched. “Do ho ho ho! You stupid Iop, you don’t even have the sense to stay out of the rain!” The young warrior was getting tired of Rubilax’s taunting. He knew the demon was only trying to anger him and get another chance to possess him, but the knowledge of that didn’t stop him from getting angry. “Be quiet, you oversized butter-knife! Or I swear the next time I’ll-“ Sadlygrove’s threat was cut off as he spotted Evangelyne in the distance, motioning for him to hurry. “Come quickly, I found a cave we can use!” The Iop sprinted over to his beloved and observed the cave of which she spoke. It was a rather small cavern, but with plenty of room for several people or creatures to sleep in. What was more, the inside was still dry; protected from the elements and bedded with a soft layer of moss and leaves.

“Thanks Eva, you’re a life-saver!” the warrior said gratefully. He shook himself like a dog to get rid of as much rain as he could, the sight of which caused Evangelyne to smirk in amusement. “You silly Iop…” she whispered, as she began to search for firewood so that they could dry themselves off and keep warm for the night. Sadlygrove slipped his tunic off over his back and tried his best to wrench the water from it. “What a pitiful sight, a wannabe knight saved by a girl…” Rubilax had chimed in again, but Sadlygrove was too tired from the rain and the day’s journey to bicker with him anymore. Evangelyne returned from her search empty-handed, although the sight of a shirtless Sadlygrove changed her expression from disappointment to one of slight embarrassment. Although she knew the Iop was strong and healthy, she had no idea what he looked like beneath his loose-fitting tunic. The image of a bare-chested Sadlygrove almost made her blush; his muscular arms and slim torso gleaming with beads of sweat and rainwater.

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“Something wrong?” Sadlygrove asked. Evangelyne shook herself out of her ogling and replied casually, “Well…I couldn’t find anything we could use for a fire. The rain has made everything outside unusable, and there’s nothing in here that we could use…” Sadlygrove looked down at the cloth in his arms disappointedly – he would have to sleep tonight without the warmth of a dry tunic. Suddenly, the Iop got an idea as he eyed Rubilax mischievously, “Oh well, I suppose I’ll have to dry my clothes another way…” The demon’s eye squinted at Sadlygrove with suspicion as he growled at the warrior threateningly, “I don’t like the look in your eye, farm boy!” “Hmph!” Sadlygrove scoffed at his sword in reply as he jabbed it into the side of the cave wall. “OW! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RMFFH-!”

Rubilax’s protest was muffled as Sadlygrove draped his wet tunic over him, turning the smart-mouthed blade into a makeshift coat hanger. “Heh, that’ll teach you…” Sadlygrove said with a grin on his face. He was finally able to enjoy some peace and quiet and made his way to the back of the cave, trying to make himself comfortable as his wet body shivered from the cold. Evangelyne couldn’t help but pity the poor Iop, the sight of him shaking made her worry that he would catch a cold. She decided to be nice to him and keep him warm as she sat lied down beside him. Sadlygrove was caught by surprise when he realized that his beloved had worked her way next to him and was laying her head against his shoulder,
“W-what are you doing there, Eva?!” The Iop’s flustered reaction and beet-red face made the young Cra giggle to herself in amusement, “I’m sharing my body heat to keep you warm, silly. Can’t have you catching a cold and getting sick, otherwise you won’t be able to keep up tomorrow.” As she said this, Evangelyne took the leather band from her hair and let the golden strands fall down around her back and shoulders; the sight of which was overwhelming to Sadlygrove. “Th-thanks, Eva…” he said softly, as he gazed dreamily down at the girl lying beside him. “No problem, just try to get some sleep Grovy…” the Cra replied, keeping her eyes closed in order to hide her affection.

>>37710Sadlygrove’s heart skipped a beat when she said his nickname; the sound of it rolling off her tongue made his stomach explode into a flurry of butterflies. He looked down at Evangelyne with loving eyes, her smooth golden hair smelled of flowers and wheat; a warm and comforting scent that reminded him of his home on the farm. The Iop whispered into her ears as he drifted off into sleep, the warm feelings slowly making his eyelids heavy, “I like your hair Eva. It smells really nice. It reminds me of home…” Evangelyne’s eyes opened wide at Sadlygrove’s comment and her face turned scarlet. She had never really bothered worrying about taking care of her body and making it attractive to anyone, that kind of thinking was more Amelia’s state of mind. Evangelyne was a warrior, a tomboy by nature, but she was still a girl and this was the first time a boy had complimented her on her body. She wanted to say something nice back to Sadlygrove, but he had already drifted to sleep; his low snore filling the cave with a soothing lullaby. “You silly Iop…” she whispered, as she lay her head back against him; snuggling closer to his body and joining him in dreamland…

That's all for now, but you can expect at least another chapter to be added every night from now on until I finish. Hope you guys are enjoying it so far, because after this things start to get interesting...

More pictures!


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...Kinda liked some of them cursed more than I do uncursed.

Is the next part done yet?

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What had started as a mild summer shower was now growing into an ominous thunderstorm, as the clouds above the caravan began to darken overhead. The low rumble of thunder could be heard; like the deep and menacing growl of a fierce beast. A bolt of lightning flashed and ignited the night sky with fire and light, bringing another thunderclap with it. The storm was getting closer to them, Amalia realized; as she huddled beneath her blankets trying to hide from the storm. Although she was safely tucked away inside the supply wagon and protected from the rain, the explosions of thunder grew louder with each “BANG!” Ever since she was a small child, Amalia had been terrified of thunderstorms. She had witnessed countless storms in her home at the Palace of Sadida, and was reminded of the lightning’s terrible power every time she saw the destruction it caused. Boulders were known to explode, giant trees were torn in half like paper, and many an errant spark had been responsible for countless acres of fields and forests burning down to ash. When she was young, Amalia could rely on her father or Evangelyne to protect her and make her feel safe. However, Amalia was far from her father and her home now, and her trusted protector was many miles away somewhere in the forest. The princess was alone now; cold and frightened as she curled up in fear in the face of her childhood phobia.

Too afraid to fall asleep, Amalia wrapped the blanket around her body and stood. She slowly made her way to the back of the wagon and peeked outside, hoping to face the storm and conquer her fear. The sight of the raging tempest outside made quick work of her courage; the howling wind and rain made the forest outside look like a dark and menacing place – a stark contrast to the warm and sunny paradise it had been during the day. A sudden flash of lightning tore through the night sky and caused the princess to utter a soft squeak in surprise. The illumination created a series of dark and menacing shadows to appear outside as the now-flailing tree branches were silhouetted against the sky; and before Amalia retreated back inside the wagon from the roaring thunder, she could have sworn she saw several pairs of eyes watching her from the tree line. The young Sadida quivered in fear and embraced herself to try to calm her nerves. At this rate, she would never be able to get any sleep tonight. It was on dark and stormy nights like this that Amalia had always found safety sleeping next to her father or Evangelyne; but now that she was alone she had begun to panic. Amalia’s hopes faded away and she began to break down into tears, her soft sobbing awakening the doll lying on the ground. Upset over finding its mistress in such distress, the small plaything tried to comfort Amalia but to no avail. Suddenly, the doll heard the soft voice of a young boy somewhere in the wagon. It searched the various containers until it found Yugo lying in a pile of blankets nearby: mumbling in his sleep. Remembering how friendly the princess and the young boy were to each other, the doll rushed back to its mistress and excitedly began to lead her to him.

When Amalia spotted Yugo asleep in the make-shift nest, her expression changed from fear and sadness to one of fascination and curiosity. The princess slowly edged toward the boy, trying to get a closer look at him and make out what he was saying in his sleep. Yugo remained completely unaware of his admirer as he continued to roll around in his slumber; mumbling randomly as he dreamed. The sight of the boy lying sprawled and stretched out among the blankets caused Amalia to smile warmly as she suppressed a giggle. “I wonder what he’s dreaming about…” she said to herself, as she leaned in closer to his face. The next series of mutterings that came from the young magician’s mouth caught Amalia by surprise, “mmnnnh…nnnyah…Aamlia…” It was her: Yugo was dreaming about Amalia! The princess’s heart fluttered as she held her breath and continued to listen to him, “Dnnnnn…don’t…be scared…Amalia…” Amalia whispered softly into Yugo’s ear; hoping to pry more out of the slumbering lad whatever and find out whatever it was he was dreaming, “Don’t worry about what, Yugo?” The princess jumped back in fright as Yugo rolled toward her one final time onto his stomach, mumbling his reply, “Aaahnn…I’ll…protect you…Aammlia…” Amalia couldn’t resist her feelings any longer after hearing those words. She leaned forward as quietly as possible so as not to awaken her beloved, closing her eyes as she kissed him softly on the forehead.

Yugo slowly drifted from his dreams and back to reality; feeling a soft, warm sensation on his forehead as his vision cleared. When his eyes finally adjusted, he focused his attention to the young girl that was kneeling beside him. “Amalia…what are you doing up so late?” Amalia’s face reddened slightly as she turned her gaze away from Yugo, twiddling her fingers nervously. “I…I couldn’t sleep. The storm…and the thunder…I was scared. Could I…could I please sleep with you, Yugo?” Yugo rubbed his half-open eyes in confusion, not knowing how exactly to respond to the situation. On the one hand, Amalia was a girl, and Yugo was taught that boys and girls should sleep separately. On the other hand, Amalia was frightened and couldn’t sleep because of the storm; an old fear that Yugo remembered from his younger days with his father. Yugo smirked in defeat at Amalia’s request, signaling to her that he was okay with it – he could never say no to that face of hers. “Thanks Yugo,” Amalia whispered “we can share my blanket too.” Yugo rolled over to face away from the princess in an attempt to stay as polite as possible, considering the situation. He could feel Amalia snuggling closer behind him, and made sure to stay awake until he could hear her fall asleep. After a short moment of waiting, Yugo could finally hear the soft breathing of Amalia behind him; she was finally at ease and could sleep peacefully tonight. Just as Yugo was about to go back to his dreams, he could feel Amalia’s limbs finding their way around him. Suspicious that the girl was attempting some mischief, Yugo was surprised to find that Amalia was deep in her slumber. The way her arms were wrapped around his chest and one of her legs intertwined with his own, Yugo surmised that the princess had become accustomed to hugging things while she slept – her doll obviously being her usual bedmate. The young boy sighed in defeat and decided to let her do as she pleased. He fell asleep a few moments later; joining the princess in her dreams as the two laid in the nest of blankets embracing each other…

Woohoo! And I thought I lost hope on you.

What the hell is this fic doing in /pco/ if there hasn't been one ounce of sex or sexiness in it?

There's a naked Sacrier and Yoko and Amalia did a little groping. I'm sure the next chapter will get things started.

It's a story. Stories take time to built up and gain momentum, so the conclusion actually means something.

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