It looks like all this might have gone according to Skullface’s plan. He’s free, he’s out of the tavern and he looks ravenous! And just when we thought it was all wrapped up. Well, don’t give up hope yet. It’s got to get worse, before it gets better! – Jim
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It seems that Sarah’s friend Cherry is physically okay, but she can’t come through an incident like that without some emotional damage. It will take time, but with help from her friends, she’ll recover. In the meantime, Sarah is understandably angry and in need of hitting something…repeatedly! From the faulty look of that so-called simulacrum, she might soon be able to wreak some righteous vengeance! See you next week! – Jim
Well folks another friday night come and gone. This is the 68th BT (aside from the occasional filler here and there) that I’ve done. I’m enjoying chronicling Sarah’s adventures and I hope that you’re enjoying her stories as much as I am. Keep checking back every Saturday to find out what’s in store for Sarah and her friends and stay tuned next week for more regarding Cherry and her condition. Is she free of the ultimate evil? Find out next week!
Our lovestruck little friend doesn’t seem to be exactly what we expected him to be. But what exactly is he and what does this mean for our resident evil megalomaniac? Well…check out next weeks strip to find out! See you then friends – Jim
Hello Barwench readers! Well it’s been a busy week here at the Wet Gill; late nights and not much time to do what I love to do…that is drawing Sarah in all her awesome glory. The suspenseful saga will hurtle closer towards it’s gut-wrenching conclusion with a double size strip next week, but in the meantime here’s a quick sketch of Sarah wearing her classic barwench outfit in all her primal glory for your enjoyment. Have a great weekend and we’ll see you here in a week’s time! - Jim
The Lion banner sways and falls in the horror-haunted gloom;
A scarlet Dragon rustles by, borne on winds of doom.
In heaps the shining horsemen lie, where the thrusting lances break,
And deep in the haunted mountains, the lost, black gods awake.
Dead hands grope in the shadows, the stars turn pale with fright,
For this is the Dragon’s Hour, the triumph of Fear and Night.
- Robert E. Howard