#11 – The Fall Of Brahl

| November 10, 2011 | 2 Comments

Her mother was one of the priveliged crew of the H.R.M.S Star Viper, and plied the spaces between the stars for trade and exploration. Her mother was a special elf, some said the last of her kind, and great, red roses bloomed in her hair, like she was part plant- only the oldest of elven lines, unbroken since the first leaves fell, undiluted by the corruptions and urges of lesser kin, have this rarest of features.

She lost her mother to spellshock, so they say- an affliction that siezes the mind of those who try to control the vessels that travel the void. No one knows what fate befell her mother, or the Star Viper… but she came to us just as the City of Vice, the great and ancient Rock of Brahl, began to fall into Suhmiss’s gravity well. She was courage in the face of opportunistic pirates, and the panic of a city that needed leadership after the corrupt officials had fled long before.

We were saved, and at the height of the sojourn from the city, her hair, too, blossomed in great red blooms…

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Hello, everyone. My name is Gregory Gibbons, and I've been drawing for a long, long time. Check out my website to see some of my gallery stuff, and my little flash games, too.

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  1. Octrapenny says:

    Beautiful! I love the sparkling light on the water.

  2. Gregory says:

    Thanks, man. I’m a little less happy with the character rendering in this one- I think I’ll try again with a new pic, tonight.

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