Through Fire and War

skyrim sights and my little bosmer gwen'agoth

Drawing this was a bit of a last minute decision, but I really wanted to join the @tes-gala despite everything so I drew Faenil as The Mage. I'm exploring more of a comic-book feel since I've been thinking about the webcomic fic a lot again lately, and I do like this end result... I spent most of my time figuring out the outfit though, Faenil needs to be slaying as always. My subtle idea with the jewelry was that they're wearing soul gem shards.

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It's hard to look back at my old art and not immediately bash it, I was proud of it back then and I still want to be. But I will say in the most positive way that it's crazy to see how this character evolved. I want Faenil to look appropriately mature. And while I'm still figuring out the right grossness to elegance ratio, back then I wasn't sure yet how to draw that altmer face shape properly, and honestly I was still figuring out the basics of human face anatomy to begin with. But I think I've gotten the hang of it now.

Happy Valentine's to them 👏

The light

Arist’ai touched one clawed finger to the holocron crystal dangling from one pointed ear with a silent sigh. They liked Naboo, but like every other time before, they wished Master Sindyra could have been more clear about what they were supposed to do. Once they’d translated the code she used, the notes tended to be cryptic at best. ‘Two halves un-split’...so far their only guess was that they needed to get an audience with the leader of the Gungans and with Queen Amidala of Naboo’s more humanoid population; two groups that had been steadfastly ignoring each other for the past several decades. At least they enjoyed a good swim, and the capital city of the Gungans was dazzling beneath the marshes. The lights shone like tiny suns in the darkness of the water, making the bubbles that surrounded their platforms shimmer. Hands up and fingers spread to make it clear they were keeping away from the saber at their belt, Arist’ai used a trickle of the Force to activate the translator embedded in the half-mask they’d worn for this very purpose. They couldn’t understand the Gungan language well enough on their own, and they slightly lamented they didn’t have time to learn it. They bowed their head toward the guards that had come rushing to meet them, smiling close-lipped. “I come in peace, with a proposal of the same for Boss Nass.” A moment passed as the translator shifted their words into the closest equivalent, the guards watching them narrow-eyed and with spears raised. When silence fell the captain lowered his spear a fragment.