#ynnead

The last big pal — Ynnead! Cape made of Eldar souls, more laconic style. Well, I like how he looks >3

POV: You are Visarch and you came in to wake up Yvraine.

Based on a screenshot from Disney's Cinderella:

I'm back with a new hyperfixation, a new drawing device and some free time.

I've been sketching warhammer characters for months on the train, (as for now I have more than 50 sketches, primarchs included) so I need some help from the hivemind:

This may ot may not become a weekly appointment

‘Badges of allegiance. Patronage of artists. Objects of psychic significance I used to trace the fates. Bequeathed artefacts. Ambassadorial bribes. Grave goods. The gifts of suitors. Items absent-mindedly left by visitors. Borrowed objects, equally forgotten.’ The farseer shrugged, his heavy robes barely moving with the gesture. Yvraine caught a tiny flutter of pain, of ancient aching in the body and soul, attuned to his mood and thoughts through their mutual contact with Ynnead. ‘I have another tower, a dozen rooms filled with such detritus of my long life.’

‘I forget how old you are,’ said Yvraine. She sat down again, flicking open her fan in the manner of a kabalite courtier. She regarded the seer over the serrated edge, her smirk hidden. ‘How very old you are.’

‘Old enough to know better than trade quips with the likes of you,’ replied Eldrad, humour in his voice.

I also participate in Warhammertobor in this group

The Ynnari’s ideal scenario!

This was inspired by a joke sketch I did a while back of Ynnead attacking Slaanesh. I wanted to create a high effort version. Ynnead was actually supposed to be elbowing Slaanesh in the belly, but that’s not quite how things turned out. A drop down groin shot definitely fits the comedic vision of the original piece.