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I forgot to share this here but it gave a good giggle.
Just got this piece done by @galaxiesto and I love it so much holy HECK.
It was a wonderful commission for Alison Clement and I can’t express how in love with it I am * _ *
“Why were you alone?” “Why are you scared?” “Why can’t you stop?”
These questions were whistled over the very winds around Alison.
The young knight was caught in an endless migration; for how long she had been lost within the arid wasteland, she couldn’t tell. She was beleaguered, nearly beaten by the inhospitable environment.
With what vestiges of strength she had left, Alice raked her dirtied fingers into the sand in order to generate some manner of momentum and force herself further forward.
She climbed the dune, much like she had climbed those prior to it. If this was the dozenth, hundredth, thousandth, or even millionth of its kind, Alice did not know. Time felt unchanging, much like the setting itself was dauntingly constant.
Upon reaching the mound’s peak, her tired gaze was cast upwards.
There, she was met with a black sky; the horizon was empty and devoid of anything that might impart a sense of direction. A distant star hovered over the dame and, like a far off flame, the dim light gave off a slight warmth and offered meager illumination.
The light was barely strong enough for Alison to glean a sense of color, let alone the never-ending nature of the desert she’d been trekking across. When she looked over her shoulder, the girl felt as though her foot-tracks went on for ages before fading into shadow.
The breeze began to blow stronger, causing grains of sand to gust against Dame Alison’s face. She was quick to cover her mouth and get low for stability. With the winds came the questions she’d heard countless times.
“Why were you alone?” “Why are you scared?” “Why can’t you stop?”
In my earlier drawing of Alison Clement, I found myself a bit frustrated with how her facial features were. SO! -- I tried my hand, again, and decided that it’d be with her hair tied back, too.
Please, let me know what you think! I’m really satisfied with this one but any comments will be appreciated! <3
What was Alison's childhood like?
It’s hard to describe what Alice’s childhood was like without detailing the events that occurred during it.
Compared to her adolescence and adulthood, her early years were probably the happiest and most stable. This is primarily because all of Alison’s family was still alive, so the memory of how much she’s lost can give her a bitter perspective
Her parents, Augustus and Cecily Clement, were Stromic expatriates that met through an arranged marriage. There was a huge margin of age between them; Clement’s father was thirty-five and her mother had just turned eighteen, by the time they exchanged their vows.
The two partners had their first child, Katherin, a year later. Katherin was eight years older than Alison and she was raised during the strife known as the Second War.
As Stromgarde began to decline in the aftermath of the war, Augustus began to lose faith in his homeland. He chose to bring his family south, so they could start a new life in Stormwind during its postwar reconstruction era.
The men and women that the Clements left behind, though, would never forget his decision.
An intelligent investor and a savvy business-man, Alison’s father established himself and his peers as an economic powerhouse within the region of Eastvale. By the time Alison was two, her brother, Richard, was born and the family was financially among Stormwind’s “upper-class.”
With this kind of background, you can probably imagine the type of influences that Alison had. An aristocratic parentage imposed a solid education and northern culture where traditional values honored martial ability.
Still, as a child, Alice couldn’t pick up a sword yet. She ended up watching her sister commit to those actions while being tutored by her mother for the first nine years of her life.
As Alison and Richard learned Human and High Elven literature alongside mathematics, history, and faith, their sister trained with horses, swords, javelins, and archery. Everything seemed positive for the family, during this period.
That is, until the Third War began. Terror and strife struck through the northern homeland, bringing back a lot of bad memories for the family. – Things that the children truly didn’t understand, yet.
Augustus and Cecily tried to make contact with old names from Stromgarde and, in doing so, sealed their own fate. The peers they’d crossed and the friends they had abandoned while trying to forge a new life in the South never forgot their grudges. Out of vindictiveness, they harassed and threatened the well-to-do family.
It was around this time that Alison’s mother became sick with an unknown illness. Cecily Clement struggled for years before finally passing away. An investigation never found any verifiable evidence, but many relatives believed that the kindhearted woman was murdered for a twisted sense of retribution.
Alison’s family and life was never really the same after that.
Augustus refused to come to terms with what happened; he started making pacts with those close to him and swore to return to the north, one day, and seek vengeance.
Katherine became overwhelmed with disgust for the Highlands and believed that nowhere would be safe until the Scourge was eradicated. She made it a goal to join the Alliance Military, hoping she’d get a chance at striking out against the Lich King himself.
Alison and Richard began to stagger in their studies; they were nine and seven, respectively, and didn’t understand why their youthful environment was forced to change so starkly.
They both developed anxieties and struggled to look towards the future with positivity. Seeking out approval, they began to emulate the family-members who were closest to them, without their mother’s guidance.
Alice started venerating her sister as she became a prodigal warrior, while Richard began shadowing his father on the daily.
It’s hard to describe what growing up was like, for Alison, because the events of her life practically speak for themselves and were characteristically tragic.
Everything began pure and hopeful, then it all started to be stripped away. And the worst part, though, was that all of this was only the beginning for her.
Thanks a lot for the Ask and I’m sorry it took me so long to answer this; it was a lot of fun to illustrate the details that I never get to talk about.<3
Restlessness and Hope
Dame Alison Clement had stepped away from the gathering and left the clifftop of Corrahn’s Dagger. Despite the solemn and respectful mood, there, she felt a need to acquire her own peace. From that conglomeration of different peers, she went to a more lonesome route and pathed her way through the northern mountain ranges.
The sky was dark, but she’d grown accustomed quite easily. Since coming to Lordaeron, the dame had spent many hours outside, awaiting the sun’s rise. The morning to come would be no different.
The young woman walked for over an hour through the shrouded foothills until abruptly reaching a dead end.
There, she found herself within the center of an open space with mountainous earth that acted like a valley; in the shape of a crescent, the Alteraci slope formed a gap in the foliage. Right where the earth began to rise, ahead of Clement, was a towering pine tree that stabbed its way towards the star-lit sky.
Clement followed the structure upwards until her eyes found themselves lost among the wondrous dots in the horizon.
Even as her forest-green eyes flickered between the constellations, though, Alison found no calm.
It could boggle her peers, really; as a Knight-Lieutenant in the southern armies, the dame had seen countless memorial services. A good portion of her domestic work involved death notifications. She’d buried friends, family, recruits, veterans, and strangers. She’d seen dozens, hundreds, perhaps over a thousand lives lost in warfare. -- Yet, during this particular service, Alison found herself ironically restless.
During the earlier service, there was one name that wasn’t mentioned. It was its lack of being uttered that implied to Alison that there was still hope for the person, despite how they’d been missing since the League of Lordaeron’s headquarters was destroyed over a week prior.
To the dame, this single bit of hope overwhelmed any mournful aches and, instead, replaced them with anxious prayers and fidgety worries.
Is she dead? Is she alive? Will I see her, again? Alice thought, again and again.
She brought a hand up to her collar, grabbing a silver locket that dangled around her neck. When it was within her grasp, Clement clicked the item open and viewed the image inside.
The picture within the locket was a simple-looking painting. It depicted a dead, rotted tree centered in a withering field. Upon seeing the imagery, Alice brought her other hand upwards. Both gloved palms clasped around the item, shutting it tightly before raising it upwards. When it was close to Clement’s lips, she shut her eyes and took a deep breath. With a heavy sigh, she exhaled a warm bout of air onto the piece of jewelry.
A brief hum was emitted from the locket, then, signalling that the woman had activated an enchantment.
The young dame followed up this action by opening the item and looking inside, once more. To her bliss, she found that the warm air encouraged life to bloom within the picture. Where there was an ugly and despondent scene, there was now a bright, vibrant image of vegetation.
The grass had turned green, foliage grew around the bark’s base, and on the branches of the revived tree hung dozens of citrus fruits. Two distinctive variations were visible on opposite sides.
“Tangerines and clementines,” Alice murmured.
Staring at this alluring change of imagery offered a brief respite and soothed the woman’s mind for a brief period. After closing the locket and letting it drop back around her neck, she turned.
The blonde girl moved back into the darkly veiled paths, continuing in her exploration. Although her current calm wouldn’t last, she knew that, for now, she could continue to hope.
I tried cleaning it up a bit! Alison Maria Clement, by ... uh... me. :^)
Another thank you to Kyphaz for inspiring me with a sketch they did. <3
Recently a friend, Kyphaz, did an art-piece for my paladin and it inspired me to try my own hand at drawing her. Using a digital drawing pad that I bought a while ago (because I hoped buying it would encourage me to get back into artwork, as I was interested in that stuff almost a decade ago), I made the above image.
The one I did, above, is based off of their sketch. Even still, I was happy enough with it that I thought I’d share it.
