The cat continued to follow him like a silent shadow as he walked through Ironforge. The tunnels seemed considerably smaller now than they had when he was a kid.
The gryphon master was uninterested in lending him a gryphon, and so Seryth hired out a dwarven riding ram instead. The beast snorted as he stepped it down onto the snowy cobbles of Dun Morogh. He looked back and saw the cat still standing behind him, watching.
Seryth sighed. “Oh, fine! Come along if you want, but don’t cause any trouble for me.”
While in the city, Seryth helped a child catch wayward balloons, bought himself a hat that was too big for him, and met a gnome with a pet bear named “Mangeclaw” that Seryth swore he had seen before, though it wasn’t clear to him why that’d be so, bears being a rare sight in Westfall.
Throughout it all, the calico cat continued to follow him.
At first, Seryth had planned to circle above the camps and consider a way to convince the ren’dorei to speak to him — whether through honest negotiation or through infiltration. Malfas decided his course of action for him, though, diving out of the sky on the first elf he saw. The rest of the ren’dorei reacted accordingly, readying weapons and spells, and Seryth just sighed. Continue reading “The Shaping of Seryth, Chapters 6 – 8”
I sketched this out while listening to a podcast. I did no clean-up on this image, just black sketch lines, followed by some color with an acrylic brush, followed by more acrylic brush in grayscale to create the impression of mountains, finished out with a gradient underneath it all.
There’s actually two backgrounds here: the top half is a mountain dropback, as if the Dragon Thing is lower down in the valley, while the bottom half is distant mountains, like the Dragon Thing is standing on another peak. I couldn’t decide which I liked better, so I did both!