“Now you will praise me and pet me and you will feel better,” said the irrepressible cat with a purr.
Just Tyrric. Supposed to be safety. Helping her. He wasn’t. It was a lie, a horrid lie, and her anger bubbled, too great and terrible to express… Then the emotion turned to panic and pain.
An image from their childhood suddenly bloomed in his thoughts: an angry six-year-old smearing mud…examining it, Keelath suddenly saw through the outrage to what it was.
I knew I wanted to try my hand at painting red sandstone cliffs, and looked around the internet for some references. There were a few shots of sandstone cliffs thrown into orange and purple relief due to the photos being taken somewhere around sunset (or perhaps sunrise) that inspired the colors of this image.
In Tamriel Rebuilt, Roth Roryn is a landscape of orange cliffs. It borders the Deshaan Plains to the south, which in Tamriel Rebuilt, are actual plains as the old name dictates instead of marshlands as they are seen in Elder Scrolls Online. The purple, gray, and green coloring of the Deshaan plains also comes from concept art of Tamriel Rebuilt, serving as the main color palette for this zone.
This is another almost-verbatim conversation while we were doing the Underrot dungeon during Season Two of Mythic+ in World of Warcraft. Continue reading “Now Would Be a Good Time for…”
Some identities were changed to protect the guilty. As always, click on the image for a bigger, well, image! Continue reading “Not My Parade”
The photo underlying this picture was taken somewhere in the Alps of Switzerland. I’m blanking on its name just now, but the cliff overlooked a popular campsite. The cliff was hundreds of feet high and had several waterfalls pouring down it. I’m told the sheer sides were cut by a glacier passing through the valley in ages past.
The photo underlying this painting I took myself while I was traveling through the Alps in Europe. It shows the dam near the top of the Saint Bernard Pass. I edited this slightly to cover up the evidence of modern day: the paved road, a building, and an antenna tower are gone, and the dam now resembles what could be a wall or a bridge, part of one medieval fortress or another.
The color blotches of this picture had a habit of disappearing into each other until I added the sketch lines that picked out the rocks, snow, and ice. The ice is still done pretty lazily, and if I were to paint this again, I would probably outline each sheet instead of scribbling madly over them.