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Anthrocon - Secret Societies
I have returned from Pittsburgh and a wonderful Anthrocon! It was truly the best con I've ever had! The presentation of the Myre kickstarter movie and the follow up panel was a blast thanks to my great host 2 The Ranting Gryphon who made that hour worthwhile and fun for everyone to see!
Thank you to everyone who showed up and thank you also for all the encouraging words! More is yet to be announced in the following few days. :)
I had the honour to paint the conbook cover for this year's Anthrocon - The Secret Societies and thought a good combination between landscape matte and conceptart would fit well for the idea.
It was a lot of fun to juggle ideas back and forth with
ToastRabbit who came up with the main idea for this topic! Yes, the guy on the right side is Kage, who invited you to his secret party chamber. ;)
I hope you all had a wonderful AC as well and a safe travel back home. :)
I hope you enjoy <3
~> To get information about the graphic novel "Myre", please follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlectorFencer/
~> And or Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlectorFencer
Thank you to everyone who showed up and thank you also for all the encouraging words! More is yet to be announced in the following few days. :)
I had the honour to paint the conbook cover for this year's Anthrocon - The Secret Societies and thought a good combination between landscape matte and conceptart would fit well for the idea.
It was a lot of fun to juggle ideas back and forth with
ToastRabbit who came up with the main idea for this topic! Yes, the guy on the right side is Kage, who invited you to his secret party chamber. ;)I hope you all had a wonderful AC as well and a safe travel back home. :)
I hope you enjoy <3
~> To get information about the graphic novel "Myre", please follow me on Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlectorFencer/
~> And or Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AlectorFencer
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This came out INCREDIBLE! I love all the little people trailing in, and of course a roach. Enough of this cute foxy stuff!
As a funny aside, I love the white tree in the background with the light falling down on it. Just adds an extra special something.
My only critique is this: your work is fucking amazing.
As a funny aside, I love the white tree in the background with the light falling down on it. Just adds an extra special something.
My only critique is this: your work is fucking amazing.
Very cool! Heh, secret societies, FTW, 'somehow' it made me recall Pratchett's Guards, Guards! :
Now a black-robed figure scurried through the midnight streets, ducking from doorway to doorway, and reached a grim and forbidding portal. No mere doorway got that grim without effort, one felt. It looked as though the architect had been called in and given specific instructions. We want something eldritch in dark oak, he'd been told. So put an unpleasant gargoyle thing over the archway, give it a slam like the footfall of a giant and make it clear to everyone, in fact, that this isn't the kind of door that goes 'ding-dong' when you press the bell.
The figure rapped a complex code on the dark woodwork. A tiny barred hatch opened and one suspicious eye peered out.
“ 'The significant owl hoots in the night,' ” said the visitor, trying to wring the rainwater out of its robe.
“ 'Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men,' ” intoned a voice on the other side of the grille.
“ 'Hooray, horray for the spinster's sister's daughter,' ” countered the dripping figure.
“ 'To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height.' ”
“ 'Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn.' ”
“ 'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy,' ” said the voice behind the door.
There was a pause, broken only by the sound of the rain. Then the visitor said, “What?”
“ 'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy.' ”
There was another, longer pause. Then the damp figure said, “Are you sure the ill-built tower doesn't tremble mightily at a butterfly's passage?”
“Nope. Bean soup it is. I'm sorry.”
The rain hissed down relentlessly in the embarrassed silence.
“What about the caged whale?” said the soaking visitor, trying to squeeze into what little shelter the dread portal offered.
“What about it?”
“It should know nothing of the mighty deeps, if you must know.”
“Oh, the caged whale. You want the Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night. Three doors down.”
“Who're you, then?”
“We're the Illuminated and Ancient Brethren of Ee.”
"I thought you met over in Treacle Street,'' said the damp man, after a while.
“Yeah, well. You know how it is. The fretwork club have the room Tuesdays. There was a bit of a mix-up.”
“Oh? Well, thanks anyway.”
“My pleasure.” The little door slammed shut.
Now a black-robed figure scurried through the midnight streets, ducking from doorway to doorway, and reached a grim and forbidding portal. No mere doorway got that grim without effort, one felt. It looked as though the architect had been called in and given specific instructions. We want something eldritch in dark oak, he'd been told. So put an unpleasant gargoyle thing over the archway, give it a slam like the footfall of a giant and make it clear to everyone, in fact, that this isn't the kind of door that goes 'ding-dong' when you press the bell.
The figure rapped a complex code on the dark woodwork. A tiny barred hatch opened and one suspicious eye peered out.
“ 'The significant owl hoots in the night,' ” said the visitor, trying to wring the rainwater out of its robe.
“ 'Yet many grey lords go sadly to the masterless men,' ” intoned a voice on the other side of the grille.
“ 'Hooray, horray for the spinster's sister's daughter,' ” countered the dripping figure.
“ 'To the axeman, all supplicants are the same height.' ”
“ 'Yet verily, the rose is within the thorn.' ”
“ 'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy,' ” said the voice behind the door.
There was a pause, broken only by the sound of the rain. Then the visitor said, “What?”
“ 'The good mother makes bean soup for the errant boy.' ”
There was another, longer pause. Then the damp figure said, “Are you sure the ill-built tower doesn't tremble mightily at a butterfly's passage?”
“Nope. Bean soup it is. I'm sorry.”
The rain hissed down relentlessly in the embarrassed silence.
“What about the caged whale?” said the soaking visitor, trying to squeeze into what little shelter the dread portal offered.
“What about it?”
“It should know nothing of the mighty deeps, if you must know.”
“Oh, the caged whale. You want the Elucidated Brethren of the Ebon Night. Three doors down.”
“Who're you, then?”
“We're the Illuminated and Ancient Brethren of Ee.”
"I thought you met over in Treacle Street,'' said the damp man, after a while.
“Yeah, well. You know how it is. The fretwork club have the room Tuesdays. There was a bit of a mix-up.”
“Oh? Well, thanks anyway.”
“My pleasure.” The little door slammed shut.
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