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Jeb could use a seatbelt or something
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Hrulash
Okay. Disregard what I said about the last painting. THIS is the best thing I have ever painted.
If you’re wondering why I didn’t just go all out sparkle-bishie and give him a background of roses, it’s because… roses are hard, forget that. : P
Soundtrack is sung by Morikawa Toshiyuki, Hrulash’s voice match, and the reason why I painted Hrulash as an angstbucket instead of a badass for once. XD
*stares at own painting* I’m not used to being impressed with my own work… I know that I’m still going to improve, but this is just… amazing for my current level of skill. XD (I might tweak the hair again… hair is a pain
Aiya and Hitomi
Totally cribbed this sketch from the second-season second-arc opening of SAO, but it fits.
: )
Feyless
Feyless again. I realize he looks a lot like Zevran (and maybe acts a lot like Dark Zevran, too, really) but… that’s just what you get when you have a dark-skinned blonde elf? : P
This might be the best painting I’ve done yet, whoever it’s of… Except for the hair. The hair in the back I wasn’t sure what to do with. So it’s a mess still. EDIT: I did something to it. Still not perfect but better than before. EDIT 2: messed with it some more, it’s even better now. : P
Listened to this for a great deal of the painting, because Toru Okawa is Feyless’s voice now… I’m 100% sure the words don’t match Feyless at all. But it’s his voice.
wikiwikiwikiwiki
Just a quick note that I am creating a WIKI. So anything in the character pages about Adhemlenei folks (and geography and culture and anything else) is pretty quickly going to be out of date and if you want anything UP to date you should probably visit the WIKI although I just started it two days ago so there’s not much there and filling it in is quite time-consuming and brain-draining. However, I shall prevail, because it’s super-easy to use and it makes me happy. : ) I am hoping it will enable me to write a coherent plot and possibly construct a series of novels that I’m happy with. I’m already elbow deep in story guts : P the Lost Boys are no longer lost, they were just apprenticed off to different countries because they were being such a pain at home or something. I feel it makes more sense than overly-coincidental pixies.
EDIT: I also have a wiki for my group project, over at http://riftedriders.wikidot.com/
Fanservice Day 2015
Sooooo it is the custom on April 1st among certain parts of the internet to post fanart rather than playing amusing (or otherwise) pranks on each other. I fully support the creation of fanservice.
Thus, here are my two oversexualized hoors posturing for your attention. : P Feyless was originally going to wear pants, but then his legs looked so good I decided to show them off too. Tirezi is very pleased with herself being portrayed in art for the first time, and I actually had fun designing a super-complex sexy outfit. She’s Lord Feyless’s first lieutenant, and she’s a firemage whose specialty is bird-shaped fire spells. They casually sleep together when Feyless isn’t chasing anyone else. (She’s confused by Hitomi’s persistent resistance to Feyless.)
(it’s 1600×900 for wallpapers of that resolution >.> )
Elizabeth Cousland
Thought we needed a photo of Liz around here so you guys can see what’s up. She’s wearing the stuff you get from the Of Noble Cast[e] mod, which is a spiffy set of plate armour, plus a nice Highever shield and the Family Sword. I’m still not sure yet how to explain the tattoo in the story. Maybe she was drawing on herself as a little girl and accidentally used permanent ink. : P But given how little Alistair knows about tattoos in his (deleted) banter with Zevran… it’s probably not a common thing in Ferelden. …I’ll think about it.
(anyone else have a problem with Dragon Age’s boob plates? Yay for full armour, boo for ridiculous boob shapes. : P )
My Dark Haired Fereldan Beauty: Lothering
For some reason I kept listening to Gaur Plains while writing this one… not because it fits, but because I felt like it : P
We have two new party members, and no one’s really happy about it, but hey, when is this group happy about anything, am I right?
I adjusted a bunch of scenes to suit my own purposes. I’ve been going over logistics pretty carefully, and there’s a bunch of things that don’t make sense. But the most egregious of these is in the next two chapters, in which someone says that Redcliffe is only a day’s journey away from the Circle Tower. *coughs* Elsewhere, they say that Orzammar is a two-week journey from the Circle Tower, even though Orzammar doesn’t look THAT far away from the Circle Tower. In fact, if you compare the map from the novel The Stolen Throne, Orzammar is CLOSER than Redcliffe! I am so confused. (also on the official game map, Redcliffe is in a completely different spot, but there’s no ‘location’ dot there… however, there is one in the location that Redcliffe is marked at in the novel map. : P )
Next chapter, I will rant about how it is impossible for Zevran to have done what he said he did prior to meeting the Grey Warden(s). But I won’t tell you what I did to fix it. Zevran will tell you that himself. Eventually.
Previous chapter: Ostagar, next chapter: Redcliffe
Lothering
Elizabeth sniffed and frowned before she had even opened her eyes. There was the scent of woodsmoke in her nostrils, and food, and wood, and greenery.
“M-mother…” she began. “Nan…?”
Her eyes popped open. She had the distinct memory of seeing arrows in her arm and her gut, but neither of those places hurt. Had it all been a dream?
Weakly, she stirred, dragging her left arm from under the covers to inspect it. There was a bandage, but it was a remarkably small one, and there was nothing bleeding through. She felt her stomach, where she encountered the same – and then she gave a little stifled shriek of outrage as she realized that she was in her underthings. Continue reading
My Dark Haired Fereldan Beauty: Ostagar
Hmm… chapter 2. Liz is not happy about any of the things, and there’s nothing she can do about it. Oh well, it looks like everyone’s going to die. That was a short story, wasn’t it? Thanks for reading!
…Just kidding, we got lots more to go. : P
I’ll probably be tweaking this several times over the next week. Little thing, just details to make things better, more immersive maybe. Not totally happy with the boss fight, either.
This was an incredibly long chapter, maybe the longest single chapter I’ve ever written, because of my gimmick to have each location be a different chapter, so… hope you’re comfortable before you start reading. : P MAJOR spoilers, obviously. (the location/chapter thing is maybe not such a good idea for pacing, but whatever, it’s a thing I’m trying : P It’ll just mean some days you get multiple supershort chapters! Maybe.)
Previous chapter: Highever, next chapter: Lothering
Ostagar
It had been a week since Elizabeth and Duncan had left Highever, and great stone towers were rising into her view over vast hilly expanses of tall black pines. She could see the smoke of controlled fires, and distantly could hear the voices of men and even dogs. Continue reading
My Dark Haired Fereldan Beauty: Highever
So Liz won’t leave me alone until I write her LizZev story. Even though Zev won’t show up for ages. Dramallamas ahoy! 😀
Spoilers for the Human Noble origin, obviously, and for Origins in general. Cousland/Zevran, obviously, with hints of Morristair.
Next chapter: Ostagar
Highever, Autumn
“Father?” Elizabeth Cousland walked briskly into the great hall of Castle Highever. “Oh! I did not know you had company already…”
“I’ll send my eldest off with my men at once,” Bryce Cousland was saying to his friend, Rendon Howe. “No need to keep the king waiting. But tomorrow, you and I will ride out just like the old days!”
Rendon Howe chuckled. “Though we both had less grey in our hair, and we fought Orlesians, not… monsters.”
“But they’ll still smell the same,” Bryce said, laughing in turn. “Ah, pup, I didn’t see you there. Come greet Rendon! Rendon, I don’t think you’ve seen my daughter Elizabeth in some time.”
“You have grown lovelier than ever, Lady Elizabeth,” Rendon said, bowing to her.
“Thank you, Arl Howe,” Elizabeth said, curtseying in her dress of blue Antivan silk. “I hear your men have been delayed on the roads?”
“Indeed,” Howe said, sniffing with distaste. “The rains have done terrible things to the highway. I am glad that I came on ahead.”
“Fergus will lead the Highever soldiers to Ostagar today, and tomorrow Rendon and I will ride with the Amaranthine men.” Continue reading