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! đ And it’s just where he’d like to be, too – out in the lovely wilderness. Huzzah!
Oops, my bad. This one came before yesterday’s. But anyway, you notice the different style. This one is much more anime-flavoured, while the other one has some attempts at vague realism. Also, I failed at this one.
Man, how long has it been since I used the Fire Emblem category?
Let’s do more. : D
Iiiiiit’s Pent! Drawn back when I was kind of obsessing over trying to put him in Sims3. Still haven’t managed it to my satisfaction, not that I’ve done any work on that whatsoever since the Tour started. Continue reading
And it’s our brave (actually – normal-couraged) tactician to next get his mug in colour. He’s from Fire Emblem 7 and he is quiet and smart and idealistic and likes wandering a LOT.
His boots are really worn out so he’s holding the leg parts together with bandages and string. Heheh.
Same colouring technique as last time. If I leave out the black outline, it looks kind of like a watercolour which is kind of cool. Except he doesn’t have eyelashes so he looks like a freak.
I think I should learn to draw Ceniro head-on because the back of his hair changes depending on which view I drew him from. : P
Okay. I’m just getting lazy with the pictures now. This one was pretty much entirely done by: outline! flat colour! burn (darken shadows)! dodge (lighten highlights)! Also Wil’s hand is absolute garbage. This is based off an ooooooooooooold picture so maybe that will be a sort of saving grace but I doubt it. Anyway! Um, background is yoinked off Fire Emblem Planet . net but it’s actually from the game itself, so, thank you, Nintendo and Intelligent Systems! : P I also shortened Wil’s giraffe-like neck, but failed to realize this gives him an extruded torso. He’s not actually very tall; just Florina’s really really small. Also when I drew Florina way back when I did I basically traced the official art so her pose may look familiar.
I like blueberries! We had lots today.
First off – yes, I cheated on the grass. Srsly, my attempts were looking pretty sad. Also – yes, the mountains look kind of bare.
BUT.
I like the smudgy tree things, and Ceniro himself didn’t turn out too badly.
It is based off this pencil sketch. I did the background all in the computer.
I’ve been putting up recordings on YouTube! Organ recordings! They’re not as good as the actual performance but that was because I kept falling off the organ bench! : P
I thought someone might find this interesting, so here it is! – It’s the two sides of the piece of paper that I used to help me plot out Pent’s Story. On the one side, like so:
is a map of all the characters and how they relate together. As you can see, some of them I didn’t name at first – or at all, until it came to actually writing. And I did some digging on the Fire Emblem Wiki to find out all I could about Etruria. This chart was an amazing help to me. I recommend this method to everyone writing about a group of more than three characters. Continue reading
Chapter 9: Holy Maiden         Rekka no Ken: Vol 3: The Tactician and the Black Fang: Chapter 1: Taking Leave
Chapter 10: The Farseer
Pent walked forward and touched the ice that sealed in Eshan. The defeated lordâs eyes were nearly bugged out. Pentâs eyebrow twitched and he turned away.
Yodel bent to pick up the Holy Maiden Staff and touched it to Pentâs shoulder. The staff glowed a little, and Pentâs colour returned and he didnât cough anymore. Yodel went next to Roger and then Erk.
âI hope you are unharmed, Your Majesty,â Pent said to King Mordred, who was cleaning and sheathing his silver sword.
King Mordred nodded. âI am, and so are my wife and son. We are completely shocked, Reglay, completely and utterly shocked. What could have happened to Lord Eshan?â
âLust for power,â Pent answered. âI still canât understand what was going through his head…â
âBut if you had not come, we do not think we would be alive now. Eshan would not only have taken over Elimineâs Church, he would have usurped the monarchy.â The door of the throne room came unlocked and several troops of guards poured through. Douglas motioned to them to take the iced-up Eshan away.
Pent bowed. âIt is always my duty to serve Etruria.â Continue reading
Chapter 8: The Cost of an Amethyst     Chapter 10: The Farseer
Chapter 9: Holy Maiden
It was dawn the day after the next when Pent and his company finally reached Aquleia. The day intervening had led them to Deis, where Oceryâs son Roger not only approved his soldiersâ travelling with Pent, but enthusiastically joined them. He was understandably furious at Pent for the death of his father, but the allure of an adventure with possible battlefield action against Lord Eshan excited him even more. Phil, his captain, and Paul, the second in command, had their hands full trying to keep their young lord calm enough to react reasonably to anything. He seemed most unwilling to listen to anything Ceniro said, even after both Phil and Paul told of how well he directed the group. Ceniro shrugged at the two guards after a twenty minute discussion with all three of them.
âItâs all right. Just stick to him like limpets and make sure he doesnât get swamped. He should be able to take care of himself; just point him in the right direction.â
Phil nodded. âWill do.â
So at evening, they had set up their growing multitude of tents by the road almost two hours ride from Aquleia. Pent had tried to use the contact staff to talk to Douglas, but nothing happened.
The next morning, bright and early, they were entering the white towered city of Aquleia, the centre and jewel of Etruria, and found it in turmoil. The citizens were standing around, buzzing like angry bees; ordinary business was conducted, but an air of tension and excitement pervaded everything.
âInteresting,â Pent commented. âEshanâs not interested in the common folk, and theyâre not certain what to do yet. I suppose we shall see what happens later. Letâs see if weâre stopped heading for the castle.â
They were not stopped along the road to the castle, and indeed when they reached the castle gate, it was devoid of guard except a lone pair of soldiers with Eshanâs livery, who scurried away as soon as the armed group swept up. Continue reading
Chapter 7: Siege of Castle Wrigley    Chapter 9: Holy Maiden
Chapter 8: The Cost of an Amethyst
Pent and the ten other riders with him arrived at Lesilâs castle a few hours later. It was night, but the moon shone brightly. It was tall and not wide, with no moat but a fearsome gate. Fiora had led them there, watching Lesilâs army ride off from the air. Their horses were as drained as they were themselves, but Pent was adamant that he would rescue his wife that same night.
âNow, I would assume, Ceniro, that most of his army assaulted us. Probably half of the soldiers could be a problem for projectiles… Hm? Oh, I know from the military review a couple months ago. Boring stuff, but you see it comes in handy.â
âWhat we need to do is keep Lesil in sight,â Ceniro said, sounding more tired than ever as his group trudged along, still hours back. âFind some way for you and the horses to take a rest for maybe an hour, maybe two if we can, while seeing that heâs not… bothering Lady Louise.â
Pent thought furiously. âI could… ask to speak with him. That would work for about five minutes, maybe a little longer, but certainly not a whole hour. He wants to destroy us, doesnât â wait…â
âWhat?â
âThereâs a light flickering in that window, third story, left of the gate. It must be Louise! No one else would want to signal us, would they?â He raised a determined fist above his head and the light gave a little jump in response and then stopped flashing.
âWell, now we know where she is, and that sheâs not being watched for the time being. Go ahead and call on Lesil-â
âArrows, sir,â George spoke up as the familiar hiss reached their ears. They hastily moved back out of range, all except Pent, who shouted Lesilâs name.
âLesil! Come out and talk!â Continue reading