Monday, 16 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Update


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Update: Day 15 / 16:

Some idea sketches and experimenting in a notebook.
You can see here why I'm regretting doing the giant so tall in day 14. I will continue with the extreme size since it might work with some other elements I intend to add.

Other things have come up, so I'm falling behind with the inktober sketches. I might be 2 or 3 days behind and might struggle to catch up. But I intend to have 31 sketches done regardless. (some people might remember last year I was two days late by the end of October).

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Day 14



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The giant towered over them, standing there silently.  The hooded stranger was in awe. He then suddenly remembered his hands were still empty of a weapon. The swords the weapon dealer had haphazardly left behind were not suitable for anything, let alone taking down a mountain.

Friday, 13 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Day 13


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A loud bellow rumbles out of the fog. The weapon dealer hastily collected his swords and ran to join the onlookers. The hooded stranger could hear the sea swell and crash loudly against the cliff below. A storm was coming, but the wind did not increase. 

Suddenly, a towering figure emerged through the fog. At first, the hooded stranger thought it was a large ship (before quickly remembering they were on top of a cliff). It resembled a moving mountain. The fog began to clear a little, and the hooded stranger got his first glimpse of Manannán mac Lir...

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Day 12


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A mysterious figure unrolled a blanket and proceeded to lay out a selection of ancient weapons. The hooded stranger recognised them from the Manx museum. The collection consisted of old Viking weapons, corroded or damaged during burial ceremonies. The sword that wasn’t damaged looked to be an ornament, polished and never sharpened. 
The hooded stranger's worry continued to grow. He couldn't use any of these.

The mayor announced to the crowd to step back and clear the area.

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Day 11


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As the fog grew thicker, the hooded stranger looked at the mayor. For the first time that day, the look of glee and dramatics was drained from him, and now the hooded stranger saw… fear?

“What the hell…?”

A choir behind them began to sing...

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Day 10


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The hooded stranger rose to his feet. As the mayor continued addressing the crowd, a fog started to drift in from the sea.

"It is time! Manannán is coming!" roared the the mayor to gentle applause from the crowd.

Monday, 9 October 2017

Inktober 2017: Day 9

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The boat journey to the island wasn't long, but the walk was. After twenty minutes, they arrived at the lighthouses.
It was awkward walking with two men holding his arms. The hooded stranger tripped a number times along the way.
The mayor stood with delight, waving his arms and encouraging the crowd. Before them stood a huge wicker statue...

"What is that meant to be?" asked the hooded stranger, with a sense of panic as he started remembering the end scene from a movie.
"That is our Wallaby. They have flourished here on the island since the 70's. We thought it was an interesting representation of the uniqueness of our isle."
"...and the tourists love it," mumbled the hooded stranger, sarcastically.
"Actually, we don't know.This is our first year with Wally."

The hooded stranger started to struggle again.
"You can't do this! You can't put me in there!"
"In there?!" The mayor was startled. Then realised how this all looked.
"God no! that is just for spectacle. This isn't "The Wicker Man!"
Some people in the crowd laughed. One of the men holding the hooded stranger give a gentle chuckle.
"What the hell is going on?" thought the hooded stranger to himself.