Finished outfit concepts of my Viking Druid OC, Jhora.
What app do you use for your iPad sketches? They're so awesome; I love them!
Thank you!!! :D I actually used to hate sketching on my iPad until I found the right stylus/app combo. Until you find what works well together, and well for you, the experience can be quite frustrating (thats how I found it to be, at least!)
I mainly use an app called “Procreate”. Its a paid app (I think $5, the last time I looked), but it has the power and tools to back the price up. They are constantly updating, making new features and brushes availible. And you only pay once, when you buy the app, so none of that “in-app purchase” crap. You can also export images as PSD or JPEG, and import other images straight to canvas—the size of which is customizable. Its basically the closest thing you can get to a mobile Photoshop—only much better than the current Adobe apps.I could go on and on about this app. Its truly a great deal.
I also have an Adonit stylus, (the Adonit Touch model), and that also improves the sketching experience. The stylus is pressure sensitive, and has a point like a pencil, so you can sketch in detail. Its a bit pricey (I got mine as a Christmas present), but again, worth the money, in my opinion.
Trying to update Morrigan’s look was challenging.
Writing the first sad bit in my little DA2 fic and I’m just “noooooooooooo why am I doing this to themmmmmmm”
(Here’s a little taste of the DA2 sadness. It’s still a little rough, so excuse some awkward wording.)
At the 11th hour of their escape from Kirkwall, Hawke suddenly realizes that Aveline and her husband, Donnec, do not mean to accompany the Champion and the rest of her companions to safety:
As Anders lept from the ropes, Hawke, eager to check on Fenris, crossed the deck towards the doors to go below deck. But as she passed the gangplank, she realized that Aveline and Donnec were not on the ship. They were a few steps away, on the pier, talking closely with one another. Hawke stood stone still and watched them talk, watched their hands wave towards the approaching Templars, towards Kirkwall, and back towards the ship. Then, after an impossibly long moment, Aveline turned, slowly,and her eyes met her old friend’s.
Hawke understood instantly.
“No…” Hawke choked out.
Aveline looked back at Donnec, her face awash with apprehension.
“Hawke.” Aveline pleaded, turning back to face her. “I’m the Captain of the Guard, and that is my city on fire.” She pointed towards the smoking ruins of Kirkwall. “I…We…have to go back. We have to enforce order, protect the people… With this mess, the guard need me. Kirkwall needs me, more than you do now. I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry….We came this far to see you off safely, but we have to—”
“No! “ Hawke cried, taking a step towards the gangplank. But that was all the further she got. A firm hand caught her by the belt to hold her on deck. When Hawke looked back to see what had caught her, she saw Varric.
Anger crashed over her.
“LET ME GO, VARRIC!” She shouted, trying to shove him away. Wordless, Varric dodged her flailing punches and slaps, and wrapped both arms around her waist, dragging her further still from Aveline and Donnec. Her elbow caught Varric’s brow and opened a cut on his forehead. But Varric’s tight grasp did not relent.
Quick, anyone have a DA-themed warm-up sketch subject for me this morning? :)
Thanks for the suggestions, guys! I’m actually pretty swamped today at the office job. Usually I’m able to get some drawing done. But I’ll hold on to these for my warm-up sketch tomorrow! :D
When planning my non-Bioware webcomic, my pencils can get crazy hectic.
Another bit of the little DA2 fic I’m writing. I like writing for Merrill :3
"Ooh, nasty bit of poison, this is." Merrill dipped her fingertips into the green icor still oozing from Fenris’s shoulder. She took a tentative sniff, then wrinkled her nose, and wiped her fingers on Fenris’s armor to clean them. "The Dalish call this poison ‘the Dream-Bringer’. Causes drowsiness, not death. The hunters used to use it to recapture escaped halla or other livestock."
"Can it be cured?" Bethany asked.
"The poison is composed, primarily, of the nectar of a common flower that grows in the mountains, or in caves— Haleleth’shiran, the ‘Dead Flower’. The leaves of the same plant can make a curative poultice. I always keep some in my pack. Good for fixing nervous hands, or headaches as well. He’ll be right as rain in a few days, Hawke. Not to worry.” She set a slight hand on Hawke’s arm and gave her a warm smile.