Daniel Smith Watercolour and more Unsounded Fanart

My mother gave to me some Daniel Smith Watercolours for passing my A-levels. And they are Amazing. Especially the red and Orange are far more Vibrant than anything I got before.

I took this as an excuse to do some more Unsounded Fanart. While sketching the wedding scene (which I mainly did because I wanted to paint the characters as young, happy and wearing festive garments) the verse came to my mind

and I just had to do a companion piece.

Stock by Syccas-stock and Faestock, Characters (Mathis and Vienne Quigley) by Ashley Cope

 

Song: El eria e môr

I finally managed to finish a song I wrote for my Larp-character as a healing song (Elrian is able to heal magically in some situations by singing).

My last healing song was far too short and really annoying after a while, so I made a new one which is calmer. I even managed a decent recording:

The original Lyrics are the following:

Verloren schwelg ich in den Schatten
Verloren hör ich nur dein Wort
Verloren lausch ich deiner Stimme,
bringt mich an einen Sicheren Ort.

Deine graue Schwinge wird mich tragen
zurück aus dem Nebel in die Welt.
All meine Tränen lassen mich nicht mehr verzagen
weil ich in deinen Armen sicher bin.

Tiro! Êl eria e môr.
Lass uns nie den Mut verliern!

Vergessen sei nie welch Leid wir getragen!
In Liedern so alt wie die Welt
gedenken wir jenen, die in den Ersten Tagen
gefallen für ihren Erhalt.

Doch deine Zeit ist nich heute und hier,
bleib bei mir, lass mich nicht allein.
Die Gnade der Este hat uns nicht verlassen
Ihr Lied wird dir Linderung sein.

Tiro! El eria e môr.
Lass uns nie den Mut verliern!

Denn deine graue Schwinge wird mich tragen
zurück aus dem Nebel in die Welt.
All meine Tränen lassen mich nicht mehr verzagen
weil ich in deinen Armen sicher bin.

Der Eldar Banner wehten noch durch alle Zeiten,
ob Siegreich oder tiefster Fall
und Namen verblassten in blutigen Kriegen.
Ihr Erbe brennt auch in dir.

Nun liegst du am Boden mit blutenden Gliedern
geschlagen am Ende bei mir.
Deine Wunden, sie heilen, Zeit wird sie besiegen
und Ruhe, du findest sie hier.

Tiro! El eria e môr.
Lass uns nie den Mut verliern!

Denn deine graue Schwinge wird mich tragen
zurück aus dem Nebel in die Welt.
All meine Tränen lassen mich nicht mehr verzagen
weil ich in deinen Armen sicher bin.

It translates as:

Lost I wallow in shadows,
Lost I only hear your word,
Lost I listen to your voice,
It takes me to a safe place.

Your grey wing will carry me
Out of the mists back into the world,
All my tears no longer let me despair,
Because I am safe in your arms.

Look! A star shines in the darkness.
Let us never lose our courage.

The sorrow we used to carry shall never be forgotten!
In songs as old as the world
we remember those who gave there live in the first days
In order to preserve it.

But your time is not here and now,
Stay with me, don’t leave me alone.
The grace of Este has never left us,
Her song will be a relief to you.

Look! A star shines in the darkness.
Let us never lose our courage.

Your grey wing will carry me
Out of the mists back into the world,
All my tears no longer let me despair,
Because I am safe in your arms.

The elven banners were flying at all times,
Were they victorious or shameful defeat
And names did fade in bloody  wars
Their heritage burns in your veins as well.

For now you lie on the ground with bleeding limbs
Beaten in the end, with me.
Your wounds will heal, Time will overwhelm them
And peace you can find here

Look! A star shines in the darkness.
Let us never lose our courage.

Your grey wing will carry me
Out of the mists back into the world,
All my tears no longer let me despair,
Because I am safe in your arms.

Webcomics and a change of language

First of all, I will try and blog in English from now on. More people will be able to understand it, and I need to practice.

Then, aside from my recent move (I live in Berlin now) I started reading web comics and some of them are far to awesome not to share.

My favorite among them is definitely Unsounded, which is updated trice a week.

Some dead men tell tales, and some little girls have tails…

Daughter of the Lord of Thieves, Sette Frummagem is on a mission, and she’ll lie, cheat, and steal to make sure it’s a success (she’ll lie, cheat, and steal anyway). Condemned to aid her in her rotten endeavours is a rotten corpse who seems oddly talented with the supernatural, and oddly not laying motionless in the dirt.

The road is long and no one is what they seem. Never trust a thief, and never trust anyone who won’t let you look into their eyes.”


After reading what is published until now I found myself painting, and though I am not happy with the result it was way too much work to not post it.

unsounded quigley & matty
Quigley and Matty; Texture by Meltys-Stock
some sketches, Quigley, Matty, Vienne and Duane