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This is an unused illustration I did for a private client. I was commissioned by the lovely Art Director of Hi-Res to illustrate something to hang on her wall. The brief was very open ended but she sent me various ideas and a sort of wish-list of things she loved in fantasy art. Axes, gore and big old bad-asses to name but a few (and, incidentally, three of my favourite things).
Having worked in children’s books for a number of years, I have become sensitive with regards to showing violence and usually have to tone it down. We wouldn’t want to traumatise little Timmy with that severed torso now, would we? So when I did this piece I must have unconsciously toned down all that lovely gore and have ended up with, in essence, a bunch of big naked dudes glaring menacingly at each other.
The next one will be much better, I promise!
"Thorn Blood-Eye Escapes"
Work-in-progress Photoshop CS4 and Wacom Intuos4 (4 hours so far)
Thorn, the naked gent on the right, was once Grand Admiral of the Imperial fleet and had spent his career carving out new lands for the Empress. He was well loved by the men who served him - so well loved that they affectionately named him The Chief. The Empress got wind of her Uncle’s nickname and she knew jealousy for, while she was beautiful and cunning, she was never well loved among her people. They nicknamed her The Cold Queen (though folks that spoke the name loud enough often found themselves a head shorter).
Thorn’s popularity grew as he won victory after victory and publicly the Empress was forced to honour him with more titles and wealth. Secretly she plotted his removal.
When one of her other nobles had to be destroyed, she would simply employ one of their servants to assassinate them. Lands and titles would buy even the most loyal servant’s discretion. But Thorn was different. He had no body-servant, no maids. He lived on his ship, The Leviathan, and his crew were more than loyal - they were his friends. Most of those hardened men had been with him through countless battles and he, The Chief, had always treated them with a fair hand.
Oh she tried. She sent one of her own spies to serve on The Leviathan and try to get close to Thorn. He was to gauge the mood of the crew and see if any of them would betray their so called Chief for a small fortune. Failing that, he was to do the job himself. For a year he served among that crew, earning their trust and all the while sending messages back to the Empress. The crew would not be swayed, he told her, and it was impossible to get close enough to the man to kill him. He was a hard bastard, tough as old leather, and 3 attempts to poison him had failed.
The Empress was furious. To attack Thorn directly would only turn his supporters against her and she’d have a mutinous fleet to deal with. The situation was made worse when her spy aboard The Leviathan confessed his betrayal to Thorn, thinking he would be allowed to stay aboard. The Chief valued honesty above all other virtues and was in a forgiving mood so he allowed the spy to take his own life with poison. But now he knew the Empress had turned against him…
How did Thorn end up with his pants down on a beach fighting that moustached gentleman? I don’t know. Find out next time.
Axel Blight-Beard, the Skinchanger and Wildling Warrior. Winter is Coming.
"The Immortals" - For Rachel Hunt
I completed this ages ago for a private client and friend with the same brief as the previous piece. The old men on the right are members of The Immortal Legion. They are not really immortal, but killing them has proven so hard and they have survived so many battles that the name stuck.
I am working on a much better one right now so watch this space!
This is a work in progress for a lovely private client. I did it a good few months ago and have since changed direction with it but I thought it deserved to be cast out into the Ether. Gives me closure. Here is a close-up of the guy dealing 999 points of damage + Strength bonus:
"Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of. And unto this, Conan, destined to wear the jeweled crown of Aquilonia upon a troubled brow. It is I, his chronicler, who alone can tell thee of his saga. Let me tell you of the…
Superior Iron-Man model sheet. Guess art is by Yildiray Cinar ( @cinarart ) .*fixed name
The “NEW’ Thor….with a twist.
A quickie drawing, with a little (actually a lot) of redesign in her. I just don’t like that breastplate in the reveal image. So I reworked it into a variant of my Valkyrie redesign. MORE FLAIR!