February 28, 2007

Pianos

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Filed under: Pencil, Uncategorized — Tags: — Illinia @ 10:34 pm

Black and white this picture would be in any case

Black and white this picture would be in any case


Pianos
drawn June 27, ‘04
posted for Feb 28, 2007
(90)
portrait3This picture was drawn while I was attending the 2004 BC Provincial Music Festival, and it is of the stage of the hall at UVic where it occured. I brought my sketchbook, and I used it a lot for scrap paper in writing down what I thought of various pieces, but I also used it for drawing and this is the result. Having the Provincials on the Island is really very convenient. Last year it was in Prince George and it was rather expensive. I’m not sure whether I hope it’s again in Victoria, or at least in Vancouver, or that I don’t go this year. Anyhow, realism is demonstrated by the sketch above, even if it’s not done very well. I think the second piano was for the seniors’ concerti. I was in intermediate that year.

Pride and Prejudice is great. I love the whole thing, even the painful scenes, and I just finished re-reading the book, and I’m about halfway through reading it to my brother who otherwise would never get around to it. Colin Firth doesn’t smile enough, though. I make a point of elbowing my brother at every instance where Jane Austen puts ’smiled’ or some variation thereof in pertaining to Darcy. It’s actually quite frequent.

However, my enjoyment of TP has not been so pure. In two words my unsullied anticipation was destroyed utterly. These two words? “Frog Lure”. These words changed the expectation from that of a beautiful story waiting to be discovered, to a mere video game. Bah. Tears followed.

I have been trying to recover my earlier feeling, and I think it’s working a bit. I watched the very first trailer today, my favourite one, and re-read some of my Zelda story - of which there’s a new chapter here - and thought with great pleasure of being absolutely stumped by the puzzles which are sure to be there. You must think I’m very silly for not wanting to play the game but to wait in suspense like this for as long as I feel like, which would be some time if only I weren’t afraid that my brother would produce more spoiling.

After all, even Link’s great experience with dungeons and clever mind must be temporarily halted by the traps set in such a realistic world…

Timeless Ocarina: Chapter 8: The Door of Time

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Filed under: 3. Legend of Zelda fanworks, Hero of Time Trilogy, Writing — Tags: — Illinia @ 6:53 pm

Chapter 7: The Great Parasite     Chapter 9: When is a Hero?

 

Chapter 8: The Door of Time

    The Kokiri dove in opposite directions as the space they had been standing in was charged and sizzled.
    “Now to deal with this thing,” Link said, looking grimly along his boomerang at the large purple blob. All the jellyfish were gone. “This seems to neutralize electric objects. I wonder what it will do here.” He flung it at a bulbous shape on the top of the monster. The barymede turned a dark purple-green colour.
    Rana shouted, smacking it with her sword edge. It quivered and shook violently. Then it began to bounce around. Link grabbed Rana and Naeri grabbed Navi, pulling them to a safer place. The thing began to tire out and rolled to a stop. Then it pulled itself upright and swivelled its turrets. Link threw his boomerang and dodged, but it didn’t shoot. It was stuck again, paralysed by the shock of the boomerang.
    Link and Rana slashed at it, tearing large wet chunks out of it. Rana was starting to look pale, and Link waved her back. It trembled and began to bounce, and after only a few bounces, swelled with red lumps and exploded, covering everyone in green and purple goo and blue blood. Rana had turned green.
    “Blechhhhh. I want a bath.”
    A portal appeared behind them.
    “Hey!” Ruto’s voice called. Navi flew up abruptly, startled. The Zora princess was frowning at them, and Link resignedly wondered what she would be squeaking about this time.
    “Come on! You’re just a pair of kids! You’re awful at being heroes! Let’s get out of here!” Ruto scolded. Link stalked to the warp and faced the angry-looking princess. Rana tiptoed in behind him.

    The first thing Link saw, after the blankness of warp space faded from his eyes, was Ruto’s face, dangerously close to his own. He flinched, lost his balance, grabbed hold of Rana, fell off the log he was standing, and yelled with his mouth full of water. Ruto dived in more gracefully and came up close to him.
    “You! You were really great.” She blushed and smirked. “I was kidding in there. Is there anything I can do for you, to thank you?”
    “I must ask for the Spiritual Stone of Water, Zora’s Sapphire. I need it to…”
    “Okay! My mother told me only to give it to the man I’m going to marry… you could call it the Zora’s Engagement Ring instead. Here!”
    Link gulped as he took the sapphires set in gold. ‘She certainly changed her tune,’ he thought to himself.
    “You’re planning to… marry me?”
    “Well, of course! You saved my life! And there’s what my mother said, too.”
    “But I only need the stone to…”
    “Never mind about that. I don’t care. We’ll just keep it our little secret, okay? Okay, Rana?”
    “Okay,” said Link, relieved to not promise anything foolish.
    “Okay,” copied Rana. Ruto smiled dreamily and swam away.
    Rana took off her boots with a little effort and flung them to shore. “The good thing about warping to here is that we can wash off all that guck.” She rubbed her arms and legs vigorously, grinning happily. Her colour was much better.
    Link did the same. “Now, we have to go to the Temple of Time to put these Stones in their proper places and tell the princess…”
    “Let’s go!” They grabbed their boots, walked past King Zora and Ruto, bowed respectfully, and ran down the stairs and out of the waterfall.
    “Hi, Shoza!” called Rana.
    “Hi, people!” Shoza yelled back. “You were gone a long time.”
    “We have to go to Hyrule Castle, right away, quickly, but we’ll come back as soon as we’re able to.”
    “Okay,” said Shoza, climbing out to walk with them to the entrance. “Just one thing: you rock, dudes.” He winked. “I already heard you saved the princess. See ya!”
    “See you around, Shoza,” Link replied. Then the Kokiri jumped through the waterfall to the world outside.
    “Let’s walk,” said Rana. “I’ve had enough swimming for a while.”
    “Fair enough.” They ran down the river, crossed the bridge, and ran towards the town. Their clothes were getting pretty dry, although Rana was complaining of water in her boots being very uncomfortable. Then Naeri noticed something.
    “The bridge is up!”
    “There are dark clouds in the sky,” Link noted grimly. “It’s not normal. I wonder what’s going on.”
    The gate began to open. A white horse at full gallop streaked out, barely missing the two children. They heard a cry, and saw the white face of Princess Zelda and the tanned one of Impa for a moment.             Something whizzed over their heads and splashed in the moat. Link and Rana watched until the horse was out of sight.
    Something horsy snorted behind them. Link turned around. His expression changed; his eyes were wide with fear, his mouth hung open.
    Standing at the gate was a black horse with a tall, red-haired man astride it.
    “You there!” cried the deep-voiced man. “Tell me where the white horse went, quickly, and I will reward you greatly.” Rana gave a little scream and backed away. Link drew his sword.
    Ganondorf laughed.
    “You think to fight me and hide them? Fool! Idiot! But I like your courage. I must do something about it.” A ball of negative light appeared in his hand, and he threw it at Link. The boy was flung backwards and screamed with pain. The girl caught him awkwardly.
    “That will happen to all who stand in my way!” shouted Ganondorf and galloped off into the darkness. Link picked himself up, shivering.
    “What did Princess Zelda throw in the river?” asked Navi.
    “I don’t know. Let’s go look!” said Rana eagerly.
    Link looked back into the gathering dusk. “I hope the Princess is all right.”
    Rana sobered. “Yes, so do I.”
    Link dove cleanly into the river behind her. She hurried after.
    “How come you’re always one step ahead of me? Link? Can you hear me?”
    Link could hear her slightly, an indistinguishable murmur above the water. Navi flew down to the blue object on the riverbed. He grabbed it.
    The world went white. He saw Zelda, standing in the Temple with the Ocarina of Time.
    “Link, I must leave now, before Ganondorf comes. I had hoped to meet you, but it’s okay now. I will teach you the tune that will open the Door of Time with the three Spiritual Stones.” She put the Ocarina to her lips and played a simple tune, no more than a minor triad in the beginning. Then the dream changed and he was standing by the altar with the Ocarina. He played the Song of Time…
    “Link! Link!” Rana was patting his face anxiously. Somehow, he was lying on the drawbridge. He sat up.
    “We have to go to the Temple of Time.”
    “Don’t ever pass out like that under water again. I was so scared… You were clutching the Ocarina, moving your fingers and trying to stick it in your mouth… I hope that lack of air hasn’t caused you to go insane. What do we need to go to the Temple for? Don’t we need to help the princess?” Link simply jogged into the town, trying to keep both embarrassed blush and amused grin from his face, and failed miserably at both.
    The Temple of Time was a tall, gothic structure. The inside was paved with marble, and was completely bare except for a small pedestal near the entrance and a plinth at the back with an altar of white and black marble on it. Behind the altar was a huge stone wall with a carving on it of a sun with rays extending down to the floor.
    In the Temple, he stood before the altar and played the song from his dream. The Three Spiritual Stones wriggled, flew out of his pouch, and swirled around his head before coming to rest on the altar. The Triforce on the back of the Temple glowed golden. The world was absolutely silent.
    Without warning, the ground began shaking. The Door of Time split down the exact middle and retracted into the walls to either side of it. Trembling with excitement and apprehension, the two young Kokiri entered the room behind.
    A beautiful broadsword with a blue-purple hilt was half buried in a stone plinth.
    “Is that –“ began Navi. She fluttered over to the sword.
    “- the Master Sword?” finished Naeri.
    Breathless, Link approached it.
    “Is it real?” asked Rana incredulously. Link smiled at the naïve comment. Rana looked at him and smiled back.
    He warned, “I might have to pass through time – it isn’t called the Door of Time for nothing, is it? – and I might not be back for a while.”
    “I’ll do all the Market errands we were going to go on, like there was a guy who wanted us to get him a present for his little boy, but he couldn’t. You know. Sorry, I’m babbling…”
    “It’s all right…”
    “Anyway, I’ll be waiting for you!” she chirped. “I’ll check on Sundays, noon till one! Don’t forget me!” Link smiled and nodded.
    He had an idea. He quickly pressed the old Fairy Ocarina into her hands, and she gave him a hug. Then, she backed away, out of the room.
    Link took two steps forward and grasped the hilt. It felt warm and comfortable, but a little large. He took it in both hands and gave it a tug. Navi stood on his shoulder and watched with bated breath. It came free easily, and a strange blue light filled the Temple as a portal opened and sent them away…

 

Chapter 7: The Great Parasite     Chapter 9: When is a Hero?

February 27, 2007

Santa’s Little Cousin

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Filed under: 3. Legend of Zelda fanworks, Link, Pencil, Uncategorized — Tags: , , — Illinia @ 10:31 pm

Two weirdos plus one and a half

Two weirdos plus one and a half


Santa’s Little Cousin
drawn June 23, ‘04
posted for Feb 27, 2007
(89)
hylianavatarThis is for my brother’s short children’s novel, The Christma Elves. He thought the thing up himself, and asked me to illustrate it. However, I never got beyond these preliminary design sketches. As a joke I stuck Link in there because he has pointy ears and is so incongruous with the tiny-type elfs that inhabit Santa’s Workshop - you know the kind.

New chapter of Timeless Ocarina. Sorry for all the dungeon crawl, but Ruto would have her say and I couldn’t stop her. TO is at this point about half cut-and-paste from the original, so I feel no regrets for the ‘early’ version since this one follows it quite faithfully. I think there are a few bits that could have been cut from this version as well that wouldn’t have been missed at all, even for character development.

I wear my shiny everywhere, still… ‘hem. Uh, Caroline says that she likes the new version of Pride and Prejudice as well as the old one so maybe I should watch that one after all. I have been informed (by other parties) that one of the things that makes it bad is that Bingley is protrayed as a complete idiot in that one. So, if I just ignore him the way you have to ignore the “three silly sisters”, I should get along pretty well.

Timeless Ocarina: Chapter 7: The Great Parasite

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Filed under: 3. Legend of Zelda fanworks, Hero of Time Trilogy, Writing — Tags: — Illinia @ 6:52 pm

Chapter 6: The Realm of Music      Chapter 8: The Door of Time

 

Chapter 7: The Great Parasite

    The beautiful lake behind the Zora’s realm was worth coming to see. A big steel gate prevented anyone from jumping over the waterfall and breaking their necks on the rocks below, where the entrance was. There were a few islands dotted about, pleasant and peaceful.
    And a giant whale floated bang in the middle of it. It was huge! It was the biggest living creature Link had ever seen, counting the Dodongo. It had an ornate headdress, as befitting the sacred pet – or something – of the Zoras.
    Link popped his bottle’s cork out and dumped out the fish in it.
    “You got a fish?”
    “Down at the lake. I was saving it for later, to show Saria, but this is better.”
    Jabu-Jabu opened his enormous mouth. Link was poised to dart in, but it wasn’t really necessary, because the whale inhaled the fish, Link, Rana, and the fairies.

    In the mouth of the whale, there were many large bubbles. Rana poked one.
    “Ow,” she said, pulling her hand back sharply. “What are these made of?”
    “Octorok drool,” Naeri said. “Squid things. I think that means there are some of those in here.”
    Link ran forward, holding his sword for a great forward sweep, and it began to glow blue, and then red. Rana ducked.
    He released it in a spinning whirling flash of power, and all the bubbles popped. Link smiled at his successfully and carefully perfected new technique.
    They walked carefully down Jabu-Jabu’s gullet, passing into the next chamber.
    “I must say, this is the weirdest dungeon I’ve ever heard of,” Navi said, lighting up the whole room.
    “What are those things?” Rana asked curiously, pointing at some sizzling jellyfish.
    “Those are electrical,” Navi warned her. “Don’t touch them.”
    They ran warily across to another opening, to a large chamber with a red pillar pulsing in it.
    Link suddenly stopped. Standing there watching him was a rather pretty Zoran girl: Princess Ruto!
    “You! Who are you?!” she demanded imperiously.
    “I’m Link, this is Rana my friend, this is Navi and that’s Naeri.”
    “I am Ruto, Princess of the Zoras.”
    “Oh, then you’re the one we’ve been looking for!” cried Rana. “King Zora asked us to. He’s worried about you. We found a letter in a bottle down at Lake Hylia.”
    “What?! I’d never ask anyone to do such a thing as rescue me, and I don’t know what letter you’re talking about! I don’t care if my father is worried about me! Anyway, I can’t go home right now. And you… Get out of here!” She turned her back on Link and Rana and walked away determinedly. Suddenly, she fell through a hole with a scream.
    Link followed her and Rana after him. They fell in a heap together, and got up to see Ruto looking scornfully at them.
    “Are you following me? I told you to go away! I’m OK. I’ve been going inside Lord Jabu-Jabu’s belly since I was little, but… Lord Jabu-Jabu is very strange today… There are electrified jellyfish and things  around…On top of that, my precious stone was… but that’s none of your business! Go home now! Understand?”
    “I don’t understand at all. Does that mean that the jellyfish and such aren’t usually here?” Ruto didn’t answer and turned her back on them disdainfully.
    “I’m not going home until I’ve fulfilled my promise!” insisted Link.
    The Zora princess looked around with an expression that was oddly hopeful. “You’re that worried about me? Then I will give you the honour of carrying me! However… I won’t leave until I find the thing     I’m looking for. Got it?” She sat down and folded up into a little ball. Link picked her up with a sigh of resignation, after handing all his weapons, minus his sword and shield, to Rana. Ruto cooed.
    Shaking her head and smiling foolishly, Rana followed Link as they wandered back through the bowels of the whale. They found odd bits of inedible junk everywhere, including a small wooden boomerang that Link decided to hang on to himself. They accidentally meandered in a circle and came back to the same room, even with Ruto pointing in all directions to show them where to go.
    “Well, I’m trying to find my stone! I don’t care where we end up, as long as we find it! I just know that we can go from here to here, but not in here…” Link tried to tune her out as he carried her through a new door and into what seemed to be a branching artery. Link led them left first, left being his sword arm. Strange white snakes with large pincers came out of the floor and attacked. Rana slashed at them but was mildly electrocuted.
    “Rana! Are you okay?” Link put Ruto, who squeaked, down in a hurry and pulled out a Deku stick from his friend’s belt. He swung it at the snake, which broke in half, although the stick did too; he swung it too hard.
    “Never seen one of those,” Ruto chattered. “Did you have to just drop me like that? Is your friend okay?”
    “I can talk too, you know. It’s okay. You can talk to me,” Rana said cheerfully. “I’m fine, now.”
    “I know you can talk. You talk almost as much as I do,” Ruto retorted. There was a lump in the floor and Link walked over it.
    A strange membrane on the door ahead of them disappeared with a thunk. Link stepped off again, and it appeared. Rana stepped on it, but it didn’t go away.
    “It needs the weight of two people to fix it,” Link said to himself; Ruto and Rana were getting steadily annoyed with the other. He put Ruto down surreptitiously on the lump beside Rana and walked through the open door, leaving the two girls arguing with each other. There was a huge red nerve end dangling from the ceiling. It flicked at him.
    “It can think!” Navi cried, alarmed. “I don’t know how, but it sees you as an enemy!” Link ducked as it almost took his hat off. It hunched into the ceiling. Then he brought his boomerang back and threw it at Navi’s targeting, the weak narrow section of the ‘tail’.
    It jerked as the boomerang hit it, and flailed all over the room. Link was tossed against the wall, and jerked randomly from the weak electricity. When his ears cleared, he heard the membrane on the door opening and closing, and knew that Rana and Ruto were trying to get in at the same time and not succeeding.
    He threw the boomerang and walloped the tentacle, and knew to duck this time. He wondered why it didn’t attack Navi.
    A third hit, and the last strands of nerve parted and fell on the floor. The rest pulled back up into the ceiling, and hopefully went back to wherever it was supposed to be.
    When he exited the room, Ruto pounced on him verbally. Link scooped up the princess, ignoring her irate chatter, and jogged down the other corridor, Rana killing electric snakes on the way. There was another lump in the floor, and another blocked entrance. Rana jumped on the lump, and it opened.
    Link left Rana sitting on the switch while he went in to the chamber, taking the Princess, who would not be parted from him. Red electrical fish flew up from the floor and circled near the ‘ceiling’. Link pulled out his slingshot, the other thing he had kept.
    “You use that old stick? Why not a bow, like the heroes in the fairytales Daddy reads to me sometimes? It’s a little boyish, don’t you think?” Link glanced at her, and then shot them all down one after the other. Ruto just stared at him, trying not to show her astonishment.
    Link walked back out of the room without a backward glance. Ruto ran to keep up with him.
    Rana was crouched on the switch with her shield over her head and a Deku stick in her hand. Jelly tentacles were scattered around her. When she saw Link, she smiled in relief.
    “I’m sorry I said that!” Ruto squealed, grabbing his hand. “Did I offend you?”
    Link said no, not at all, but he didn’t smile. He was feeling rather tired of Ruto. He wished that it was just Rana and him again, the way they had done so far, bouncing ideas and funny comments off each other, showing off, complaining, all the ‘best friend’ things that they and Saria all did together every day.
    It was also dark and hot in the pits of Jabu-Jabu’s belly. Navi was a bit droopy, and so was Naeri: they all wanted a breath of air, though they wouldn’t admit it.
    They rambled back to the room with the holes in the floor, and Link jumped down the nearest one, a different one than the first.
    “Hey!” cried Ruto. She jumped down and landed in Link’s arms. When he put her down, she blushed and giggled.
    The next room was small and round. A low bulge took up most of the floor space. Shining on top…
    “That’s it! That’s what I’ve been looking for! Throw me up there!” The Zora girl was wriggling so hard that Link could hardly hold on to her. Obligingly he sat her on the edge.
    She giggled as she picked up the trio of sky blue sapphires. Then she turned to Link and Rana.
    “Thank goodness! I finally found my mother’s stone… I got very upset when Lord Jabu-Jabu swallowed it…While I was feeding him, he suddenly swallowed me! I was so surprised I dropped it and then I couldn’t find it… But, now that I’ve found it, I don’t need to be in here anymore!” She paused. “So, take me home, right now!”
    Link walked towards the lump, and Ruto wobbled unsteadily. Then the pedestal rose into the ceiling and Ruto screamed.
    “What! An octopus?!”
    The pedestal came down again with a gigantic Octorok on it. Rana screamed. The Octo jumped off the pedestal and began chasing Link around and around. Sharp teeth or spikes stuck out of the platform, scraping painfully against his skin.
    Link found he was catching up to it. He slashed at it with his sword, but it bounced off. Rana was really getting tired and slowing down wearily, the adrenaline of fright wearing off. The octo was almost on her. In desperation, he flung the boomerang at it.
    The lump of jelly stopped dead, paralyzed. Link ran up to it and slashed it. This time, his sword bit deep, stabbing the green spot on its rear end one more time. It collapsed and melted.
    “Gross,” murmured Rana. The spikes on the lump in the centre of the room retracted. Link jumped on it, but it rose before Rana could follow.
    In the room above, there was no sign of Ruto. Rana came up a moment later, and looked anxious.
    “You’re not worried about that bossy, prissy princess, are you?” demanded Navi.
    “Well… getting eaten by an octo would be a horrible fate,” said Rana.
    “Rana!” said Link admonishingly.
    “Isn’t that what seems to have happened?”
    “No.” Naeri seemed certain.
    “She would have jumped out and yelled at us for letting her get eaten after the thing melted, right?” said Link. “Sorry. She would have jumped out after the thing melted and yelled at us for letting her get eaten, right?”
    Rana giggled. “Right.”
    “Good. Then let’s go.”
    They wandered, and were lost. Finding themselves in a big green chamber with no exit besides an impassable valve, they sat down to rest in the muck on the floor.
    “I’m tired,” was the first thing Rana said.
    “I hope we can find a way out of here,” Link said quietly, looking around.
    “It sounds like a story,” Rana commented. “The intrepid, whatever that means, hero and his sidekicks descend into the bowels of a whale, never to return… to vanish mysteriously from the face of the world… never mind the princess…”
    “Yeah, right,” said Link, laughing.
    “We’ll get out of here,” Navi said indignantly.
    “Hey, look!” said Naeri, pointing with her body and wings. “You could climb that surface, I think.”
    The wall was rough and pitted, pocked with little holes. It was slippery, but Link stood at last on the top of a pillar jutting out from the wall. He found he was looking through spiderwebs and mucous at a funny lump.
    “If we hit that, maybe we can open the valve over there,” he said to Rana while giving her a hand up. She handed him his slingshot.
    “Thanks.” The Deku seed was stuck in the gummy web. Link frowned and pulled out his boomerang. He had to try a couple times, but the boomerang sliced through the webs and hit the lump at last. As he had guessed, the valve near the floor popped open.
    “Before I forget, you’d better take your stuff back,” said Rana, handing him the rest of his equipment. “You know, I’ve been wondering… why doesn’t the electricity fry the whale?”
    “I’m afraid I have no idea, laughing butterfly,” Link told her, smiling at the nickname. The fairies nodded.
    Link jumped down and somersaulted, getting thoroughly covered in slime. Picking up his hat, he strolled to the next room, jamming the hat on his head. Rana followed.
    The next room was as large as the last one, but it was pink. A large blue thing was pulsing against one wall. The door sealed shut behind them again, so shut that it could hardly be distinguishable.
    The blue thing detached itself from the wall, trailing tubes that connected it still to the innards of the whale. Navi squeaked.
    “G-giant b-barym-mede!” Naeri stammered out. Link rolled to avoid a miniature lightening bolt that shot past him. That would have killed him, alone.
    The thing swelled like a balloon, its colour changing to purple… until Link realized it was releasing a shield of blue jellyfish. He grabbed his boomerang, and with Navi’s targeting help, knocked some down.     Rana took one of her Deku sticks and held it in two hands like a baseball bat.
    One of the three turrets on top of the monster swivelled to aim at her.
    “Rana! Look out!” She rolled away in time. Link jumped to the side as another electric beam shot at him. He shot some more jellyfish.
    Another beam shot at him. He ducked and rolled.
    Right into the arms of a jellyfish. It stung and shocked him. It was much worse than the red nerve. He twitched and fell.
    Rana killed the last jellyfish. It fell on him, twitching weakly, but it didn’t shock him. He felt too exhausted to push it off and get up.
    “Link! You have to get up! It’s going to shoot soon!” Link clambered up with her helping hand.
    “Look out!” screamed Navi.

 

Chapter 6: The Realm of Music      Chapter 8: The Door of Time

February 26, 2007

Raelle portrait

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Filed under: 3. Legend of Zelda fanworks, Pencil — Tags: — Illinia @ 10:29 pm

Hylian blondes are cute

Hylian blondes are cute


Raelle portrait
drawn June 20, ‘04
posted for Feb 26, 2007
(88)
flaireavatarA half-length portrait of Raelle, finished concept sketch. Very pretty is she, I think.

I finished Pride and Prejudice at last, and it was very good. The thought that springs immediately to mind is “it must be difficult to kiss in a lurching carriage” based on the very last shot. However, that’s trivial. The more important point was how faithful it was to the book, and how it heightened all the discomfort anyone feels when confronted with Mrs. Bennet. Mr. Bennet was very entertaining and made up for it a bit, and I also discovered that I have a music book which I bought for S&S but also has the music from this version of P&P, including the great main theme. Lydia I could smack, and I didn’t think Wickham particularly handsome, but his character was excellently portrayed. Darcy didn’t smile AT ALL, which I thought a bit odd, but never mind - Elizabeth’s wit made up for that. My only regrets are that with so complete a rendition, some scenes (which assuredly are not essential) were still left out - I would have liked to see Lady CdB yelling at Darcy and his reaction. ^_^7 Also there were a couple of other bits, but I can’t really remember them now and I’m not watching six hours this instant to find them! ^_^7 Oh, yes, and I thought the dancing scenes very interesting, especially the instruments - I saw a Baroque flute! And the pianoforte was interesting as well, and Mozart was played at least twice - Rondo Alla Turca, by Mrs. Hurst the other show-off, and Cherubino’s second aria - the not-Non so piu one - translated into English and played and sung by Lizzie. Very pretty. Darcy keeps staring… a lot… even more… yet his eyes are not falling out of his head. He has taste in staring, you know. ^_^7 Mr. Bonham, the cellist who is in charge of my chamber group, had some insights to offer on the dances - the English country dance has been largely forgotten and degenerated into patterns, and so they know where to go, but not how to get there. Also the one with Elizabeth and Darcy may have been simplified so as not to distract from the conversation they are having.

You know a movie based on a book is good when you are reminded of the exact wording all the time. Fabulous. It is a little bit grainy, and Dad says it’s a bit washed out in the light parts and too dark in the dark parts, but it does’t really matter to me… I didn’t notice that stuff. I need to reread the book. Since I’ve finished with Sherlock Holmes Vol. 1, I can.

February 25, 2007

Raelle

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Filed under: 3. Legend of Zelda fanworks, Pencil — Tags: , — Illinia @ 10:26 pm
Hylian maiden

Hylian maiden

Raelle
drawn June 22, ‘04
posted for Feb 25, 2007
(87)
watermonstericonThis fair lassie’s full name is Raelleanoranda, because her mother is insane. (like Gaila - the stereotype I singlehandedly crafted of a stout, overbearing, ‘fashionable’, social-climbing mother). Raelle herself is a nice girl, called Ella by her girl friends, Ray by her father and her boy friends, and Raelle by everyone else. She has a sister named Chrysanthemum, married to a nice guy named Peter, I think. Raelle ran away from an arranged marriage to a fat, drunk general in the Hylian army and she ran to Labrynna. Can you guess where this is going yet?

Yes, I thought Raven was so handsome, and his marriage was guaranteed, that I took the liberty of making up a suitable match for him. She is cheerful, able to wield a sword, and likes fishing and gardening. Blonde hair, blue eyes. That ugly guy at the top was an attempt to draw Raven. I tried to make Raelle’s hair the kind of over-the-top waves like Nayru, the Oracle.

Today when I went to church, my faintness came back again badly… For some reason, I only ever feel like fainting in St. Andrew’s Cathedral.

The cherry trees along View St. are out in force! Preeeeeettttttyyyyy!

We also had an even better concert than yesterday. Lovely piano. Lovely dancers. Fun music.

My birthday present from Aunt Kelly was a lovely golden necklace, which she was anxious to know if I liked. Well, she’s the one with good taste in my extended family! Anyhow, I think I must be part pixie because I took one look at it and squealed “Shiiiiiiiineeeeeeeey!” I will now wear it for as long as I remember to put it on in the morning - I’m really bad with jewelry. I have a giant boxful of mostly nice stuff - well, it’s a box full of little boxes of nice stuff, so there’s not as much as you might think - and I hardly ever wear any of it.

Grandma said someone asked her if I was going to Quebec so I could start legally drinking. :p -> Blah. She gave me a lovely watercolour of me playing with a kite on a beach near Picton - can’t remember which… - taken when I was about eleven or something. Beautiful! It’s nicely framed, too, so I can hang it up right away. Right now it’s on my (violin) music stand, making an impression.

My brother gave me the miniature I wanted to make Idril out of (yaaaaaaaaaay) and the last volume of Nausicäa of the Valley of the Wind, which was very sad since half the main characters died finally - and they weren’t really the ones I was expecting. Also two of my pairings were incorrect, but oh well.

Mom and Dad gave me Sauron Defeeted - sorry, Defeated, which promises to be interesting.

Also, they gave me the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice (with Colin Firth and Jennifer Ehle) and I just finished watching the whole thing (more on that tomorrow).

Lastly, they gave me Twilight Princess for GC! EEEEEE! The anticipation of the weekend is so delightful!

February 24, 2007

Raven

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Filed under: 3. Legend of Zelda fanworks, Pencil — Tags: — Illinia @ 10:24 pm

Strong blonde knight of Hyrule - also loves fishing!

Strong blonde knight of Hyrule - also loves fishing!


Raven
drawn June 22, ‘04
posted for Feb 24, 2007
(86)
ceniropointingavatarWe now return to Legend of Zelda pictures with a total stranger. This fellow’s name is Raven, and he’s from the manga of Oracle of Ages which a website called The History of Hyrule translated into English, along with the prequel Oracle of Seasons and some others. It also had an extensive image library. Unfortunately, due to dispair over unscrupulous individuals, the webmistress of that site shut it down some time ago, sadly just after beginning chapter 10 of 11 of the OoA.

Anyhow, just to explain, Raven is a young Hylian knight who left Hyrule and ended up in Labrynna some time before evil Veran started messing with it. He is the ancestor of Link II (see my timeline) and is both an inspiration to his young descendant and learns from him as well. He is not in the game. This picture is not great for all I tried to copy one of the frames from the comic.

Great concert tonight, with fiddle and Irish dancers, although the dancer solo began with a three-beat rest so everyone clapped. I enjoyed it all very much. Also my birthday occurs near the end of February, so Howard gave me a very good mini birthday cake and Janet gave me a pin that says Jennifer on it! THANK YOU!

February 23, 2007

Solid Rock

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Filed under: 4. Fire Emblem fanworks, Fire Emblem 7, Pencil — Tags: , , , , , , — Illinia @ 10:19 pm
Sally Rock!

Sally Rock!

Solid Rock
drawn June 14, ‘04
posted for Feb 23, 2007
(85)
esgalwenavatarWe’ve had an Allen Parsons Project Lyndis’s Legion music band, now let’s have a Dire Straits Hector’s (insert ‘group of’ word that begins with H) music band! Dire Straits is one of our (my family’s) favourite bands. That’s Eliwood on bass, Hector on guitar and lead vocals, and Lyn on rhythm guitar. Wallace is the one on the drums and Sain has been demoted to keyboard, while Wil (who I had no confidence drawing, so I left him out) has been promoted to a grand piano. Fiora is there to add tambourine to the mix and promote gender equality since Lyn is there too - so it’s not a boy band! Matthew is the guest star on saxophone. Also I put Kent’s name over in the corner, so I think he’s actually supposed to be the bass guitar while Eliwood plays some other guitar.

Blah for hands. Anyhow, the title of this picture is Solid Rock, which is a Dire Straits song, but I always heard it as Sally Rock. Also I have no idea how to draw a drum set. I just stuck in random things. I’ve also changed the band line-up for this one… Now, as I imagine it, Sain is on drums and Kent is on keyboards. Or else Farina, but she’s a bit too scary to let in here, I think.

Sorry I missed so many days, but I had no time. Seriously.

Sangwine needs a hug!

February 22, 2007

Self Portrait

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Filed under: Pencil, Uncategorized — Tags: — Illinia @ 10:17 pm

AAhhhhh! It's a head!

AAhhhhh! It's a head!


Self Portrait
drawn June 14, ‘04
posted for Feb 22, 2007
(84)
hylianavatarI chose an unusual subject for a picture this time: me! Aaaaah!

As I wrote at the bottom of the page: “It is strange to see a decapitated, frozen copy of myself staring back at me.” I’ll say. It still gives me a little shivers. And I got my haircut since then, so I look different… Well, it’s not bad, but I have a bigger nose than that.

Today we saw a hawk in the apple tree! Dad thinks it’s a sharp-shinned hawk, based on the bird book.

All the cherry trees in Victoria are coming into bloom, too, and it’s been fairly sunny the past couple of days - not like Monday.

New chapter of RnK. I managed to get out of sync with the game, so now there will be some actual lame cliffhangers at the end of each chapter! I should just start from scratch and see where I get… I think it might be even more interesting… At least Matthew is joining up next chapter, and Ceniro will have lots of buddy-pals - as you may recall, his best friends include Lyn, Kent, Sain, Wil, and Matthew. And he’s supportive of Florina. I was going to entitle this one New Friends, but then I realized Matthew wasn’t there yet. Meh. So, Chapter 5 will be New Friends, which lets you know that Lyn survives, since there’re more chapters… but you knew that anyway…

Concerts on Saturday and Sunday… blah.

I finished downsizing all the pictures, so I have made a little amendment to the About page.

I’m listening to someone play Couperin on the ‘coat hanger machine’ (a nickname I have for the harpsichord… sounds like a bunch of those wire coat hangers).

One thing I’m regretful about… there’s a wallpaper of Gauthicus on True Magic, but I can’t get it because I need to donate money, and while I’d love to support TM, I need a credit card and I don’t have one. Oh, yes, TM rocks so hard I’d spend money to keep the good times going. Plus which, that’s a pretty nice wallpaper… Also, it seems she needs the money by the end of February especially, and I don’t think I can get a working credit card in that time…

Rekka no Ken: Chapter 4: Fire in the Castle

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Chapter 3: Bandit’s Pride     Chapter 5: New Friends

Chapter 4: Fire in the Castle

An archer ran over a hill.

“Hey, you with that she-devil?” he snarled at the strange travellers, pointing at Lyn, who dispatched the bandit she was facing. The girl in healer’s robes screamed and shrieked for her escort, who plugged his ears and grabbed a book out of his belt. His momentary distraction allowed the enemy to peg an arrow in his shoulder. The girl squeaked again. However, the Etrurian mage gestured with his hand, and the archer vanished in a ball of flame.

Lyn ran up. “Why are you fighting these bandits?”

The man considered. “It just happened.” He began to go on his way, south.

The girl whirled. “That’s not true! You got us in a terrible situation! What are you going to do to get us out?” She had pink hair done up in two ponytails that flipped around like ribbons and large blue eyes set in a heart shaped face. Her nose and mouth were daintily small. She carried an elegant wooden staff, and was dressed in a white, but rather stylish robe with a purple scarf. The man had chin length purple hair, a small chin, and a red cloak that hid his voilet tunic. He came over to the cleric girl and shook her.

“If you’d not been fool enough to raise your voice, this could all have been avoided.” He yanked the arrow out of his shoulder with a wince. “My apologies. Don’t worry about us.”

“But, if you’re fighting, we should fight together. Make things faster, right?” said Ceniro, his grey eyes fixed on the girl questioningly. She smiled sweetly. Ceniro turned to the north and cupped his hands over his mouth. “Kent! How’s your group?”

“We’re all right!” Kent yelled back. “Wil could use some help, though!”

“That’s true,” said the girl, responding to his earlier question. “Erk! Go and help these people.”

“But I… Fine!” began Erk, clearly not at all pleased by his lady’s attitude.

“All right. My name’s Lyn. This is Ceniro, my tactician. Pleased to meet you.”

“OK! I’m Serra. This is my escort, Erk. Be a good boy and go fight now, Erk!” Erk sighed.

“So you’re Ceniro, right?” asked the cleric. “Well… You see this contrary mage here with me? I’m his employer.” She smirked. “‘Master’, I suppose you could say. Anyhow, he’s hurt. And, if you would let me, Sir Tactician, I was thinking of healing him… for free!” She closed her eyes in smug self-appreciation. Then she looked at Ceniro’s face. “Why are you looking at me like that? Praise my generosity!”

“Uh, sure, Serra. That would be a big help,” said Ceniro hesitantly. Immediately, Serra raised her staff and a blue ball of light surrounded Erk. He stopped clutching his arm and blood stopped spurting from the wound.

“Huh,” said Erk, apparently not much impressed. Ceniro came over next to him, after gesturing the other three to go on ahead. “I’m not sure how I got into this mess. However, I’m ready to help you, though. What should I do?”

Ceniro smiled. “Hopefully our camp is big enough you can escape Serra for a little while, once in a while. Let’s head north and see if Lyn’s knights are finished yet.”

As they ran over the hill, an axeman ran out of the trees with Lyn hot on his tail. Ceniro threw himself to the ground and rolled, and Erk fried him. Florina flew back to them.

“…Um… I flew up high, and there’s no one left but the one who we first saw…”

“Thanks, Florina,” said Ceniro. “Kent! Sain! Wil!”

“Yeah?” came over the next ridge.

“Wait where you are and let us catch up!”

“Sure!” yelled Wil. He sat down to ease the stitch in his side and the injury in his calf. Their group had taken the worst of the fighting. Serra ran over to him as soon as they were over the ridge.

The last bandit was sitting on a log, polishing his axe, which was a futile exercise as it was rusted beyond all aid. He looked up and snickered at the panting group surrounding him. “You’re gonna learn why people fear duh Ganelon bannits!” he slurred. Lyn charged forward, but the brigand was more alert than he appeared. He tripped her, and then raised his axe… but an arrow from Wil snagged his shoulder and he flinched, giving Lyn time to roll to her feet. Serra’s staff lit up and helped Lyn.

Lyn nodded gratefully. Next the knights rode through, countering the sweeps of the axe with their swords, and Dorcas waded in, and Erk cast his very useful spell. At last, the drunken idiot rolled over. No one knew who should claim the kill. So, they forgot about it.

“Nice staff,” said Lyn admiringly.

“Only those in the service of good can wield them,” Serra told her smugly.

“Thanks for helping,” said Lyn.

“You’re welcome,” said Serra. “Let’s go, Erk.”

Sain followed them, and the last words Ceniro heard him say were: “Hello, there! Are you a butterfly, or a wildflower?” There was a bit of talking, a laugh from Serra, a moan from Erk, and then Sain came back.

“Hey, I convinced them to come along. Can they?”

“Sure,” said Lyn. “They will be a terrific help.”

Sain grinned at Kent. “And you said being an idiot was unconstructive.”

Lyndis’ Legion showed up at Araphen the day after taking on Erk and Serra. Kent rode on ahead, taking Ceniro with him. Lyn was talking with Sain.

“This is Araphen, milady,” said Sain. “It’s the second largest city in Lycia, after Ostia.”

“It does seem terribly busy,” said Lyn. “It’s even bigger than Bulgar.” The streets were filled with chattering people, and vendors and merchants had stalls everywhere, crammed between the wood-frame buildings. The streets underfoot were cobbled and surprisingly clean. Ahead, a large grey castle sat snugly on top of a hill at the centre of the town with brightly coloured flags flying - of Araphen and Lycia.

“Bulgar, I think, is about the same size as Laus and Caelin. Most of the others are smaller, and more or less prosperous. Some of the better ones to visit would be Santaruz, Pherae, Thria, and Kathelet.” Thus Sain disproved rumours of being inattentive in geography class.

“I see. And where did Kent and Ceniro go again?”

“I think he went ahead to the castle; he mumbled something about food and soldiers and took off - Kent I mean. Hey, here he comes now!” Kent’s brown horse was trotting unhurriedly, unmindful of the extra rider. Ceniro clung to Kent.

“Wish I’d learned to ride a horse,” he muttered, eyes wide with excitement. “This is fun!”

“Milady Lyndis!” cried Kent, dismounting. “Let’s go to the castle. The marquess has agreed to help us.”

“We get a huge escort,” grumbled the tactician. For some reason that displeased him.

“What’s the matter with that?” asked Erk in surprise. He instantly regretted reminding people of his existance.

“You’re an escort, Erk! We don’t need one, we’ve got Erk!” Serra.

“That’s not the problem,” said Ceniro. “My problem is that with professional soldiers, they are well trained, but that’s about it. They’re lance overload, and if they’re armour knights, they’re slow as well. If we run into more bandits, we’re in trouble. I’m going to have trouble finding out who’s good and who’s average, and I hate to admit it, but it’s boring to work with and I don’t want to be responsible for a bunch of blank-faced robots. They don’t respect my judgement, either…”

Kent blinked in surprise. “You might have said something.”

Ceniro smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to refuse, because, for all their drawbacks, they’ll be a enormous weight off my mind. I won’t have to worry about my elite missing sleep for guard duty.” Everyone laughed. “No, seriously, they will make the way safer. Our group will be larger, and thus more formidable. No one will attack us, certainly not bandits who are allergic to official troops, and Lord Lundgren will have second thoughts about assaulting us with more regular troops as we get closer to Caelin.”

“I don’t know about that,” Wil reminded him. “Doesn’t sound like he’ll care, from what you’ve told me about him.”

“We’ll worry about him when the time comes,” said Kent decisively. He turned to Lyn. “I am truly sorry for all the hardships you’ve faced.”

“Don’t worry about it,” said Lyn. “You’re so capable, Kent.”

“Kent!?” exclaimed Sain in mock indignation.

“Oh, yes, and you too, Sain,” said Lyn soothingly. Sain grinned. “Well, let’s go to the castle and see the marquess.”

“You can’t!” screamed a little boy, running past in a panic. “It’s on fire!”

“Fire!” repeated Wil.

“Fire,” said Erk. Happily, his Fire book was tucked in the back of his belt.

“Hey!” yelled a street vendor, pointing at several armed men; Ceniro’s head whipped around. “What are those men doing? Wait…” The citizens around the small party suddenly screamed and fled the streets. Lyn’s group stood their ground nervously, readying their weapons. A young man in a red cloak nipped around the corner quickly.

A man with a twisted lip, seemingly the leader of the small band of disreputables, gave Lyn an ugly look. “You’re Lyndis, huh? Prepare yourself!”

“Lyn!” exclaimed Ceniro. The assassin lunged with a long, wicked knife. Lyn gasped and brought up her sword - too slowly. Time froze.

 

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