May 4, 2020
Why not have them both side by side. Not that any of them could go far, anyway. Strife and Myrion, from the short story “Three Trees to Midnight” written by Patrick Weekes.
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Why not have them both side by side. Not that any of them could go far, anyway. Strife and Myrion, from the short story “Three Trees to Midnight” written by Patrick Weekes.
Not as happy with this one but I was stuck on what to draw for so long. Dragon Age Drawtober Prompt 16: Kraken. I imagine there's a kraken in one of those caves.
Dwell Within Chapter 28
& Without Part III
The finale of a three part series exploring other choices on its fate of Thedas.
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Cold and mid morning, Smoke drifted lazily from the remnants of the Rutherford home. No longer lit in flames, the residual embers met the still and frozen air, under turned by Mara’s wary feet.
There was nothing. Wooden beams turned to ash, the siding crumbled, cracked, and discarded. There were no distinguishable possessions...Everything had parished... and perhaps everyone.
Mara stifled a cry, her mouth opened and guard fallen.
“If you’re looking to loot, there’s nothing left.”
Mara and Leliana both turned as a silent bystander had watched the two approach the remains of the home.
His voice and features were rough, weathered. A worn man of at least his mid 40’s, overshadowing a pre-teen boy who stood just behind.
There was a kindness to his eyes behind his calloused look. She’d recognized those features anywhere. “Branson?” Mara asked gently. She had only met their sisters, but there was a distinct Rutherford look in his tired features. She watched as Branson stiffened, untrusting of the two women who stood before their fallen family home. “I’m Inquisitor Lavellan. And this is my colleague Leliana.”
His eyes softened some as he looked to Mara, her pointed ears, her Vallaslin free face, the staff strapped to her back. Branson looked back to his son, then to Mara. A heavy sigh left him. “Will my boy be safe if we talk?”
“Yes.” Mara and Leliana answered in unison.
Branson turned to his son, whispered he’ll be back shortly, then turned and started walking west. Mara followed him, stopping about 100 feet away from his son and Leliana.
“I’m guessing you have something to do with all of this.” His tone was hurt, jaded, but his voice carried quietly.
Mara remained silent but looked to him with compassion. His grief fluttered through the air.
“Last night when I came home, the house was engulfed in flames. The house had to have been burning for hours...” His eyes turned to the ground.
Mara waited for the answers that would break her.
“They were home.” Branson looked back up to Mara, whose eyes were full and misty. “The fire took them.”
Death had followed Mara over the years. Thousands passed, out of war, bravery, justice, innocence, or victimization. And now, two more souls died in her name. Fast tears rolled down her face, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her cry.
“Who did this?” Scorned, vindicated. He had to know.
Drawing a breath, she answered softly. “Enemies. They’re targeting our families.” Another sniff as she challenged to take a breath. “We’ve traveled for days to get to you.”
“They took my family!” Branson shouted his words, cutting into the guilt that Mara already held. He wanted to be mad at her. He wanted someone for whom he could channel his anger.
And she allowed it. If she could carry this burden and relieve him, she would always choose this. “I’m so sorry.”
He could see her guilt, and he could see what his siblings saw in her. He shook his head, pacing in spot for a minute before speaking.
“I remember they wouldn’t shut up about you when Cullen brought you home. It was all I heard for months... Inquisitor this, Inquisitor that... I had always been weary of his choice to join you. But how my family loved you...” Branson teetered in emotions of blame. “They’re gone because of your cause.”
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wip - Inking page 3/5. Working on stronger gesture and facial expression.
Finished pages are free to read at: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/8eWkxm
Page 2/5 done. You can read all the pages done so far on my Artstation.
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Based on the short story “ThreeTreesToMidnight” written by PatrickWeekes .
As I said, I’m only 60% satisfied with the result so far. That might be bc I wanted to finish it in a certain time, although I’m still learning. That turned out to be stupid, once again.
I really need to learn that I can’t have it all at once, no matter how much I force it. *sigh* Patience is a virtue.
With the next page I will take the time it needs to get stronger and clearer gesture and facial expression. Also trying not to solve all the problems at once.
Patience...
Inking page 5/5. My feelings for DA dried a bit up after 4 playthroughs and over half a year of fanart, and in my mind I was already contemplating compositions for one of my favorite D&D OC’s, who’s illustration is still missing…
And than BioWare released some new sneak peeks of DA4.