I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started playing out the second installment of Seryth’s story. Continue reading “Seryth’s Shaping: Intermediary Thoughts”
He passed a mass grave near Moonbrook. His knees buckled as he passed it, and he came back to stare. It seemed the farmers had discovered where he had dumped the bodies of the disobedient and the failed experiments. A shrine and obvious signs of consecration did little to make him feel better.
While he was staring at it, a pair of paladins, obviously of Fordrellon’s order, though Fordrellon wasn’t with them, came by to pay their respects. One saluted him, but they both left him alone, perhaps assuming he was mourning the people killed in silence. And he was, in a way. Continue reading “The Shaping of Seryth, Chapters 20 through to Intermission”
Here is Mirium and her infant son, Aubraan. This image was inspired by my writing a scene in which Aubraan was nomming on Mirium’s pauldron. Someone said I should draw it, so I did!
Getting the color balance on this one correct made me want to pull out my hair. The background started out as blue, then green, and now purple. I also had to over-saturate the characters’ skin tones so they would pop out properly among the rest of the busy picture.
This is one of the first pictures I attempted adding sun glow and reverse shadows to, too. If you see purple shadows on an object instead of a darker shadow of its normal color, that’s the reverse shadow effect.
If the future, I should probably remind myself to smooth out the shading.
Living Story Excerpts
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.”
The cat bared its fangs, and leaped onto the ram’s hind end, changing into an imp in midair. The ram bawled and bucked and bolted, and for a while, it was all Seryth could do to hang on. Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 4, Part 3”
Living Story Excerpt(s)
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.
As night fell, Seryth returned to the dwarf smith. Despite running errands for the local shopkeepers, he still hadn’t managed to make enough money for his foster father to be happy. Continue reading “Conversion: Chapter 4, Part 2 (Actually Chapter 3b)”
Living Story Excerpt
Above all, Seryth wanted to escape his past. Continue reading “The Shaping of Seryth, Chapters 9 – 12”
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”