Ill Wind is Blowing by Yllamse
Where it’s blowing from or to, no one knows yet. But Our Heroes look pretty determined to deal with it. : D Doesn’t Hrulash look spiffy in his new yellow jacket? But everyone looks fantastic. I’d love to have Xanda’s gauntlets. Or Jayce’s shirt! Or Kali’s belt. Seriously, these dragonriders are well-dressed. *hugs Jayce*
Also Yllamse is a wonderful person and a great artist and I love her. : D
Hrulash and Jayce, by Yllamse
So… for some reason… Yllamse drew this adorable little pair on my DA wall at some point. I love it; it makes me giggle every time I see it!
I forget why Jayce is thanking Hrulash, but it seems the dignified dragonknight is afraid of hugs. Hmmmmmm.
Yllamse (and the other Riders players) really like Hruly for some reason! I’m flattered. He’s confused. Hahahaha. XD
She also included Hrulash in images here (as his serious, competent, grumpy self) and HERE… as a pony. XD
Esgalwen – Singing to the Moon, by Aywren
Ngah, this is such a beautiful picture! You should click through to the original post on DA and read Wren’s description of her thoughts on drawing this. I love that she chose to draw Esgalwen in this way, singing at a moon festival in Mirkwood (I totally made up the festival and stuff, but it’s a reasonable invention, no?). I realize that I haven’t drawn a lot of Esgalwen, particularly in non-stressful situations, so this is a favourite picture of mine now. This was part of another art trade; I drew her Zemi.
I plan to use this (with permission : D ) as the ‘cover’ to the Esgalwen story. But first I must rewrite the story so it’s more gooder.
Another commission! This one was part of a sketch trade with Mara: I drew her Saethu, and she drew me Ceniro. I love her drawing of Ceniro. He’s so cute the way she did him, and she got ALL the details! 😀 And it’s just where he’d like to be, too – out in the lovely wilderness. Huzzah!
Sunspot and Firestorm, art by Talon
Griffon and rider, art by Talon
A commission I commissioned from fellow Wayrifter and DA user, Talon, of the Generals of the Griffonland, Firestorm the elf and Sunspot the griffon. The second image Talon coloured in the way she did because I didn’t get around to approving the more spot-free colour scheme in a timely fashion. But she did such an amazing job that I’m thrilled to have both versions. I mean, look at it! Iz pretty awesome. Not to mention the beautiful background, which I didn’t describe in any detail, and yet she had the exactly right image.
I’m going to post the rest of the gift/commission art I have, today, so stay tuned for more fabulousness. 😀
Final wordcount: 24,492. Final pagecount: 60. Days to write: 5.
A truly gigantic chapter, in which Innes learns how to have a real relationship in a totally uncreepy way with a woman he already knows. ‘Bout time, ain’t it? I mean, there is a huge difference between realizing that your good friend is really quite attractive and you get along well and heck, why not spend your whole lives together? and stalking a pretty girl to make sure nothing hurts her. Good job, Innes. You have graduated from the totally-optional ‘creeper’ stage of life. …Now, if it was in real life, would be the time to pray for a real happily-ever-after. But since Fire Emblem is by design a fairy-tale (even if it doesn’t have fairies), happily-ever-after is pretty much guaranteed – until the sequel. : P (dun dun dunnn? …nahhhh, too much work. :3 ) Continue reading
Part 3
Joshua was Prince of Jehanna.
Well. I hadn’t seen that one coming. It was almost a bigger shock than Eirika rejecting me. Actually, Joshua was having far worse a day than I was, because he was no sooner revealed to us as Prince than he became King as well, for his mother Ismaire died in his arms.
I formally gave him the letter from my father, and then someone set the hall on fire.
The first we knew of it was a soldier came rushing up to all us royals. “Sire! Sire! Fires have broken out all through the hall!”
“What!?” cried the new King. This was too much for him. His mentor betraying him, his mother dying – he needed someone to help him out.
“Someone soaked the wall hangings in oil and set fire to them! It’s a deathtrap!”
“We must get out!” I called, turning towards Tana and her winged horse.
“Mother… no… I will return…” Joshua cried. Seth was already pulling him onto his horse. Where was Eirika? Oh, with L’Arachel. She was all right. Continue reading