From a Halloween perspective, there were two choices for today’s Inktober prompt, roasted, damnation or witch trials. Since I’ve been annoyed by fundamentalists scenes in hell has been feeling a little too preachy this week. People being burned on the stake it is.
The prompt for today’s Inktober sketch was “tranquil”. I got an idea for it quickly enough that I was able to stay tranquil while drawing it.
It may be a stretch but for tranquil I decided to go with a nice moonlit night on a lake… very much like the one in the Friday the Thirteenth… With a Serial Killer very much like Jason Vorhees.
I’m setting down the Game of Thrones series for the time being and get along with what it was supposed to be, a warm-up for this year’s Inktober. This year rather than a random list of monsters or others, I decided to go fully Inktober and use their prompt list. (For anyone who wants to dive into the challenge they can find the list here.)
I don’t really like this list.
But, hey, that’s why they call it a sketch challenge, right?
Today’s prompt was “poison” to keep things Halloweeny I went with a snake pit. I guess it came out okay, though I’m not sure about my Indiana Jones stand-in in the foreground.
I’ve been trying to avoid scenes that merely consists of two people talking to each other. This scene, with Renly telling Ned to strike before the rest of the palace knew King Robert was dead, fit this description. But there was enough drama to work with so I went with it.
It also gave me an opportunity to work on my take on Renly Baratheon. As I pointed out here, he is much more impressive in the books or at least the first book. I tried to capture the look that reminded Ned of Robert in his prime.
“Strike! Now, while the castle sleeps.” Renly looked back at Ser Boros again and dropped to an urgent whisper.
Beyond getting myself stuck doing a scene with too much cross-hatching, this picture of Tyrion Lannister’s recollection of the first time he went to the dragon room in the Red Keep went without a hitch. My only problem was the issue of the lantern. Martin doesn’t actually say anything about illumination. I’ve been finding that when it comes to the small stuff he has a tendency to play fast and loose. The way I see it, what’s the obsession with torches? In a castle, they’re an accident waiting to happen. This is a setting loosely based on the fifteenth century, technology isn’t THAT backward. So currently my policy is that unless Martin specifically says where the light is coming from people are using lanterns.
He had expected to find them impressive, perhaps even frightening. He had not thought to find them beautiful.
I wasn’t looking forward to doing Jamie Lannister’s capture in the Whispering Wood. It was mostly because most of the pictures this week were Lannister scenes, but mostly because I started overthinking the composition again. I spent way too much time wondering where I’d put Catelyn.
I think I’m beginning to get better at armor now. The Northern armor is loosely based on English armor and Jamie’s is loosely based on the Maximillian style.
Lannister raised his head. “Lady Stark,” he said from his knees. Blood ran down one check from a gash across his scalp, but the pale light of dawn had put the glint of gold back in his hair. “ I would offer you my sword, but I seem to have mislaid it... I finally realized it would work best looking at Jaimie from her point of view.
