Not much else to be said. I'm simply looking for an artist to draw up sketches of scenes from different chapters, preferably realistic.
Requests:
*Able to do backgrounds
*Detailed Characters
*Colors not Required, although who doesn't want color?
*Realistic art style
**If you can do 3-D sprites, I'll love you forever. (This skill overtakes the previous, and does not require anything else)
I know I'm asking for a dream here, but hey! Doesn't hurt to ask.
If you want to send out a sample, do it on the scene described below. Thank you for your time!
“Listen up, men.”Captain Vale shouted. An air of tension wafted through the barracks as the 27th Battalion came to attention in unison, prepared to receive orders. The captain paced slowly at the front of the large tent, his golden armor bloodied, but shimmering in the fragile light. His blade, known to the battalion as “Glamdring”, dangled loosely at his side. It would stay there until the day he died to be retrieved by a new owner. His leather officer’s cap was replaced by a black hood, which was rather odd, especially for Vale.
“We have casualties rising to the hundreds,” the Captain spoke in his normally hoarse voice. It sounded softer; more deflated than his usual stalwart self. “Yet we still haven’t gained any ground against the Grahkin militia. In fact, we’ve even lost a few of our own comrades to suicide.” A few light voices began chattering, which normally would have been infuriating to the Captain, but he continued undisturbed. “More and more Grahkin continue to swarm our weak points, each time succeeding in breaking our defenses and slaughtering a score more men, women, and children each time.” More voices became apparent and most became anxious.”But that..is simply the good news....”
By then, the barrack was a chorus of panicked voices. Then, one voice asked sternly,yet clearly shaken, “What’s the bad news?” The room hushed as the obvious question awaited the Captains reply. An audible gulp was heard before he straightened himself to talk once more.
“You.” The captain removed his hood, revealing a tall blonde woman, grinning slyly. She unsheathed the blade and charged the soldiers. Crying out all the while in ecstasy.
