Pretty Cassiopeia (again)
This picture was drawn during a Christmas – I don’t know which Christmas, so I’ll put it in here. Ha. It’s just a quick sketch done during one of my piano teacher’s group classes.
Naglfar is very destructive, but kinda preeeetty…
This is undoubtedly one of my favourite – no, my favourite Fire Emblem 8: The Sacred Stones pictures. It’s called The Prince’s Despair after one of my favourite songs from the game, which is the desperate, longing, turmoil of Prince Lyon’s theme, except when he’s been taken over by the evil Demon King. The music inspired a slightly different picture, though.
In this picture, Lyon has been dumped by the Demon King (hopefully with his soul intact) and now fights alongside Eirika, Ephraim, and co. Although the scale is massively off (just look at Altha, Seth’s horse) the detail I put into some of this makes me feel good. And Lyon looks like Lyon. He’s the one in front, with long hair and a spell-book. Behind him is Eirika, and behind her is Ephraim, who is somehow bigger than she is, and behind him is a distorted Seth on a distorted Altha, and in the back corner are Prince Innes and Syrene the Frelian pegasus commander. Ephraim’s head looks good.
I love that music. Too bad the actual theme part is all of one line long. The rest is just disturbing chordal sequences. Yes, I think the music in FE 8 has a higher hit-to-filler ratio than FE 7, in that there are about half the number of songs, but more of them are memorable and exciting/beautiful/thrilling/on my favourite list.
Hold me…
Um… uh… that is… willyoumarryme?
Two pictures in one day? Huh? Well, they were both on the same page, so there. Two red-headed men propose to two greenish-bluish-tealish-turquoiseish-haired women, with predictable results. So, yeah. Seth and Eirika from Sacred Stones, from the chapter where Seth takes a spear through the shoulder in my story. Kent and Fiora from Blazing Sword, at the end somewhere. Kent is so hard to draw recognizably, and Fiora isn’t great either. I guess I just had to get the sap out of my system. That scribble in Seth’s tent? It’s his armour, I think. Except I cheated.
Tactically, Fiora rules (along with Florina, naturally).
Yes, they were drawn on the same page, but K&F at right angles to S&E. And as you can see, kissing is still not one of my strong points in drawing. I guess I have to watch more animated kissing movies or something.
Preparation for things to come!
This is a bunch of pictures on one page; the top three are Scherene and my different styles contrasted, with me drawing Marth and Flair(é). On the back of this picture is a written description of Ceniro:
“Lyn watched Ceniro. As he attacked, he walked the same speed that he normally did, but when in (close) range of the enemy, his staff blurred through the air, stopping only when it came into contact with bandit flesh. It took only three hits – 2 to the vulnerable sides and ribs and one to the head – to knock one unconscious.”
Now, part of the rules for actually using Ceniro include the fact that his staff does not kill – when an enemy is at 1 HP, it falls unconscious exactly the same way as when affected by a sleep staff.
Only three more pictures left in this sketchbook! Then more minis!
Based on the post-game battles and secret characters. Odd, but rather nice if you missed Ismaire, Glen, Selena, and Lyon.
Eirika’s Alternate Epilogue
Later, after the formal announcement of the engagement, at which there was much cheering – Innes even condescended to clap – Pontifex Mansel called us together. “I have news for you. To the south, there are some ancient ruins, that used to be a castle known as Lagdou.”
“I know, Uncle. They became infested with monsters.”
“Well, it has come to my attention that there is a strange spell surrounding both the Ruins and Frelia’s Valni Tower. I would like to send you to Frelia to investigate. You may take the Sacred Twins with you.”
“We’ll go,” said Innes immediately. Tana was jiggling up and down with excitement. “We’ll break this… spell. Thank you for all your help.”
We set off the next day, and went by sea – Ephraim told me that the ghost ship L’Arachel had been warned about had been defeated, by him. King Hayden greeted us warmly, as I expected, and sent us off to the Tower after a welcome lunch with him.
The Tower contained only weak monsters, so we killed them all easily. But, we had an awful shock when we reached the front gate again… Continue reading
Fun in the sun
Where does this picture go? It’s envisioned in a Super Smash Bros. Melee setting, but I don’t have enough pictures to warrant an SSBM gallery. Fire Emblem people outnumber the Zelda people, but… well, ergh!
It’s in the Moshou no Nazo (Fire Emblem 1, I believe) gallery.
The walking people are Marth, Roy, Link, Rana, and Zelda. Lilina (looking ugly) and Sheeda are already in the pool.
I draw such short legs. Rrr. Nice sunglasses, though. Link’s got the fairies in his hat. His head is flat. I think Roy thinks he’s Superman or something. ^_^7
Epilogue
We returned first to Rausten, giving back the Sacred Twins to Pontifex Mansel. We stayed there for a time, celebrating, and I came to know and like L’Arachel much better than I ever did on the march. Somehow, she also bullied her uncle into letting her become engaged to Rennac. We all heartily wished them both joy.
This was the time that Ephraim and I pulled Seth aside, in a little room, and began to ‘discuss’ marriage with him. He argued a bit at first, relasping into his old reactions, saying that Prince Innes was a much better match than he. Ephraim yelled at him impatiently, but I showed Seth the ring he had given me, and he shut up. I smiled apologetically and put my arms around him. He returned the embrace, bent his red head and kissed me.
After a moment, we looked up and saw Ephraim was no longer there. Seth grumbled slightly about brothers-in-law-to-be who run off at the worst times, but I laughed and ran out of the room to find Ephraim to actually plan the wedding.
At dinner that night, as I waited in the corridor for my turn to enter the banquet hall, Ephraim and Seth walked up behind me, engaged in a technical discussion of lance-work. Seth laid an arm over both of our shoulders and changed the subject. “I still wish you two hadn’t ‘lorded’ me.” We gave him an extra title as an early wedding present. Lord Seth of the District of Pender…
Ephraim fixed him with a hard stare. “Seth, just how old are you again?”
“Er… twenty two, Lord Ephraim.”
“Just wondering. You’re so proper, I didn’t think you had the nerve to initiate… a group hug!”
After a brief tight embrace, we three of Renais stepped out to take our places at the tables of peace.
Chapter 21: Darkling Woods Epilogue
Chapter 22: Sacred Stone
There stood Lyon. We three stood still, not moving towards each other.
“Eirika…” he said at last. “Ephraim…”
“There’s no need to say anything, Lyon,” Ephraim said gently. “We know everything, and we’re sorry.”
“You must kill me now. The Demon King will use my body to revive his own…” We stood silent. “You don’t actually know everything. When the Demon King first reached out to me… there was… I must say it… jealousy and envy in my heart. I did not resist as I should have… I am to blame for my unforgivable weakness…”
“No, Lyon. You are not to blame,” I said. “Everyone has weaknesses. I know I do. I’m certain my brother does. We do, we do forgive you.”
“Even now, you are so kind to me…”
Abruptly, the Demon King broke in. “Are you done yet? Huh, making your life over into some sort of epic tragedy… Booooring!”
Ephraim shook himself. “We are going to kill you now.”
“Yes? You think you have the strength to do it?”
Ephraim looked at me, and I gave him a look of determination. “Yes, we can and will do it. You will die this day.” Continue reading
Chapter 20: Last Hope Chapter 22: Sacred Stone
Chapter 21: Darkling Woods
We pressed deep into Darkling Woods, to the west of Rausten. Myrrh led us swiftly, surely, onwards. She said she would take us to an ancient sort of temple building thing, the place where the Demon King had first been destroyed.
The further we travelled, the thicker the monsters became. At last, Ephraim stopped the army.
“We’ve got to get a strategy. Just fighting off the random bonewalkers is annoying and stupid. Let’s call it a battle from here on.”
So, we did. Our winged units zoomed ahead, beyond the rest of us easily. The watery mud slowed our horses slightly. The pegasi and wyvern each carried an extra fighter – magic users and Innes.
As Ephraim killed the bishop who had attacked us in Rausten, a bishop named Riev who had once served Grado, we gathered outside the temple.
A damp and ghastly foul-smelling roar swept over us. I saw some of the more delicate members of our army turn away quickly. Myrrh sat on her haunches quickly.
“What the heck?” Innes swore at the abhomination. A tattered dragon-corpse stood in the gate of the temple, roaring challengingly. Myrrh roared back.
The two breaths swirled around the two dragons. The draco-zombie caught flame, but Myrrh’s golden brown scales looked paler and greener. She swayed and collapsed sideways. Saleh ran forward with a staff. Artur and Natasha attacked the draco-zombie. It, too, collapsed to one side of the gate. The last shreds of its skin and bones were blown away by the wind.
Ephraim looked at me. I returned the glance, and, Sacred Twins at the ready, we entered the temple together without a backwards look.
Chapter 19: Two Faces of Evil Chapter 21: Darkling Woods
Chapter 20: Last Hope
We travelled the rest of the way to Rausten Court. Many of us, including me, sat despondant and dispairing at the welcome feast and the socializing after. I was extremely grateful when L’Arachel suggested to her uncle that we retire to bed early.
In her room, I tried to discuss Lyon again, but found no more or new hope.
At about ten, I was rested after about three hours of sleep. I got up, dressed, and went down to the throne room. Ephraim, Seth, L’Arachel, and the Frelians were there as well. Ephraim nodded to me as I came in.
“Hello, Sister. Did you sleep?” I nodded. “We were just talking about what to do next…”
A platoon of soldiers rushed in the double doors of the throne room. “Pontifex! There is an enemy at the gates! The outermost guards have been slaughtered!”
“What?” barked Pontifex Mansel, L’Arachel’s uncle and ruler of Rausten. “How could that be?”
“We need reinforcements, milord!”
“We’ll take care of it,” Ephraim announced. “I bet it’s the De- Lyon’s army remnants following us. Seth, go wake up some more troops.”
“Yes, sir.” Seth left at a run. Continue reading