Time for another Malazan painting. Hooray! This is a scene from Toll the Hounds, a sort of stand-off between the Son of Darkness, and a swordsman without equal named Traveller. I chose to depict the moment right before everything hits the proverbial fan, because I think the "moment before" is always so much more powerful, especially when you know what happens next. This is the moment when you inhale, and hold.
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As per usual, my painting starts off quite simple. Just one guy What's the worst that could happen? |
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Things are starting to take shape and I've begun laying down some basic colours. Quite a muted palette, but I doubt the Son of Darkness would look good in pink. |
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Hands! And new hairdo. And yes, the sword is supposed to be THAT big. |
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Cape! Also, my light source has been sorted out. |
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Had to expand the canvas to make room for more CAPE! |
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New hairdo again. And changed his stance after someone commented that it looked like he was crapping himself. That just won't do. Also, constructive criticism is great! It might sting a little at first, but that's just your ego being bruised. No pain, no gain... |
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Oh fuck, shit just got real! |
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Moving stuff around. Important to keep the cape in the frame. It's a really nice cape, it really ties the painting together. |
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Moar stuff? Are you insane?!! |
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Traveller's got clothes on now. And say hello to Pallid and Lock, two Hounds of Light. They mean srs bisniss. |
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Aaaaand done! Nothing to it :P |
Some details for you.
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Dragnipur is the name of this badass sword. It's what all the hoopla is about. |
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Rake, the Son of Darkness. This is his happy face. No, really. |