stasisdelirium

The Shut Places - Rough Sketchwork

Added 2018-09-03 00:36:51 +0000 UTC

I had this thumb-nailed for a little bit and thought that it was the perfect bit of 'spook' to start off the countdown over the next couple of months to Halloween.

I wanted to get a rough, loose sketch done as I'm gearing up to draw a patron sketch currently and I find undead really great to just get crazy with linework since they tend to be incredibly ragged, but can still tell a story.

I had an idea of the very far outskirts of Klincearn having lonely farmsteads that locked their doors and lit holy candles to set in the windows at night to ward off things of darker natures that wandered the closer to the Hallow's Eve it became.

Aucebria, the province in which Klincearn was settled, is an incredibly old place, one of the few that never changed hands despite an empire falling within it. It grew smaller, and its secrets forgotten.

So on those much colder nights, when the harvests are done, the doors are shuttered, the windows alight with blessed candles, and not a sole is let inside. Heavens forbid you get caught out, far from home, and try to get a farmstead to let you in. The door will remain shut, and defended.

"There be the traipse of demise out when moon 'oer the clouds, those we wept for creep the frosted grasses an' those we forgot remember paths home. Vessels all, 'till maern when only darkest knots of trees 'keep em from 'oercast skies an' the bleed o' pale sunlight."