'I want him to be like me'

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The Knife's Vision

[...] I was in a dry place, at my feet a secondary road that was rounded by some poor hills. It was neither day nor night. Just some kind of sunset, an unreal brightness.

Of course that, even if I didn't exactly recognize the place I did so with the atmosphere. I was on the Plane of Dreams. That was surprising.

In between the hills I could spot some carts, old, empty, with rusty jailbars. It looked like they could have transported animals long ago... or people.

Junre had his back on me, looking at the carts. He had his hands at his sides, ready to unseath his weapons and looked tense, but there wasn't anybody there except him.

I got nearer, stealthy, by instinct actually. I didn't think he could see me. He was dead and this was just a vision from the past. But this was the Dreamscape. I wasn't really sure about what could happen.

I saw him look surreptitiously at one side and another, almost without moving.

"Why this place? Why here again?" I heard him saying. There wasn't anybody I could see. Hearing him actually seemed odd to me, I thought.

"I was once on these slave caravans" Junre looked like insisting on an invisible speaker. Then I saw her. Sinistra was at his side. The half-elf was still looking in front of him, at the jailbars. Sinistra, however, was looking at him with interest.

Sinistra? Sinistra?!

It couldn't be... While I was still in shock they kept talking so I composed myself again quickly. It was useless to rush and come to conclusions... but I supposed what was the main subject.

"I didn't kill her, I fulfilled my part of the deal." Junre was saying. "I just killed him and let her go... And now I find out that he's alive! And he challenged me... He doesn't run anymore. This is some of your doing..." Junre was stating it, that wasn't a question. "So when are you going to grant me my wish?"

"It can be said that you were born here... " commented Sinistra after a silence.

"I want him to be like me" Junre made a pause. He didn't look at her, he was just looking at the empty carts. "I want him to feel like me. And I want him to be alone." Sinistra kept her eyes on him. Junre, who had fallen silent again, closed his eyes.

"Because only then will he be able to understand me." [...]

Extract from Shaliara's Journal


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La Visión del Cuchillo

[...] Me encontraba en un paraje seco, a mis pies un camino secundario, flanqueado por unas lomas peladas. No era de día, ni de noche. Sólo había una especie de resol, una claridad poco natural.
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Por supuesto que, si bien no reconocía el lugar, sí el ambiente. Estaba en el plano de los sueños. Eso me había sorprendido.

Entre las lomas pude distinguir unos carros, viejos, vacíos, con unas jaulas. Parecía como si en ellos se hubiera transportado hacía mucho tiempo animales… o personas.

Junre estaba de espaldas a mí, mirando los carros. Tenía las manos a los costados, listas para desenvainar los cuchillos y parecía alerta, pero allí no había nadie más.

Me acerqué más, con sigilo, instintivamente en realidad. No creía que me fuera a ver. Estaba muerto, esto era el pasado. Pero era el plano de los sueños. No estaba segura de lo que podía pasar.

Le vi mirar disimuladamente a uno y otro lado, casi sin moverse.

-¿ Por qué este lugar? ¿ Por qué aquí otra vez? -, le escuché hablar. No había nadie que yo viera. Escucharlo me resultó extraño, pensé.

-Yo estuve en estas caravanas de esclavos -, parecía insistir Junre a un interlocutor invisible.
Entonces la vi. Sinistra estaba a su lado. El semielfo aún miraba al frente, a las jaulas. Sinistra, en cambio, lo miraba a él con interés.

¿Sinistra? ¡¿Sinistra?!

No puede ser… Mientras me recuperaba del impacto, seguían hablando, así que me recobré rá.pidamente. De nada valía sacar conclusiones precipitadas… aunque me imaginaba por dónde discurría el tema.

-No la maté, cumplí mi parte del trato-, estaba diciendo Junre. -Sólo lo maté a él y a ella la dejé escapar… ¡Y ahora me entero de que está vivo! Y me ha retado… Ya no huye. Esto es cosa tuya… -. Junre lo afirmaba, no había sido una pregunta. -¿Cuándo vas a cumplir mi deseo?.

-Se puede decir que naciste aquí…-, comentó Sinistra tras un silencio.

-Quiero que sea como yo -. Junre hizo una pausa. En ningún momento la miró, seguía mirando los carros. -Quiero que sienta lo que yo. Que se quede solo-. Sinistra continuaba con la mirada posada en él. Junre, que se había quedado callado de nuevo, cerró los ojos.

-Porque sólo así será capaz de comprenderme. [...]

Extracto del Diario de Shaliara

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Junre and Sinistra. Shaliara saw this by using Vision (a spell) on an expensive knife that Junre had. Dreiden has the knife now. A thing that annoys Shaliara a lot. It's a Vision from the past, and takes place probably before the second duel. Dreiden wins that time for a price. Events they're talking about are from the first duel.

It's just some speed painting. No reference (yeah, those are trees...) no pencil sketch only an empty canvas on OpenCanvas 1024 x 1024 I just wanted to test and have fun and try some other styles. I'm falling for this kind of quick doodles (I like this one better than the last one )

Just pencil tool on OC, I didn't even move the opacity, nor used anything more. And only moved with a green and a brown (grey and B/W are from those too). Actually I did have fun with the background, I just wanted if I was capable again. Because it was a speedy thing there was some things that can be improved, lol

As a curiosity you can download the event file here (1.87MB). It's a kind of step by step/movie of what I did, about 2 or 3 mins. You will need OC to see it (trial version works just fine to see event files and OC downloads quick). See instructions on how to play Event Files on this link.

2-3 hours, OC3 only