http://search.deviantart.com/?q=gallery:scrivener-of-light/27165203&section= deviantART RSS for gallery:scrivener-of-light/27165203 en-us Copyright 2013, deviantART.com Sun, 19 May 2013 18:19:06 PDT deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://st.deviantart.net/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Sevani-Lady-Mage-of-Gathendor-256324125 http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Sevani-Lady-Mage-of-Gathendor-256324125 Fri, 02 Sep 2011 05:23:04 PDT Sevani, Lady Mage of Gathendor nonadult traditional/drawings/fantasy Scrivener-of-Light http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/c/scrivener-of-light.jpg?1 Copyright 2011-2013 ~Scrivener-of-Light
As a young maiden, the Lady Sevani one morning found a button—caked in mud—outside her doorstep.

Sevani was a commoner at that time, and not expected to do more than marry and bear children. No one knew what she would become—that within her was an overwhelming aptitude for magic.

That morning she found the button was the beginning of an altogether ordinary day. She went inside and washed the mud from the trinket. Nothing about the button was particularly worth noting. It was a rounded black stone set in bronze. But that simple button was, in fact, imbued with arcane energies.

After sewing the button to one of her favorite shirts, Sevani thought nothing more of it. But a few days later, when she wore that beloved shirt, the energies hidden within the button began to mingle with the dormant energies hidden in Sevani. Of course, even these multiplied energies would have had no value without being channeled.

But on her way home from the market that day, Sevani was attacked, which, unfortunately, was common in Gathendor at the time. That stress coupled with the magnitude of Sevani’s pent-up energy resulted in an explosion of raw arcane force. Sevani put a crater in the cobbled street and damaged many nearby buildings. The man who had attacked her was never found.

With no witnesses to the attempted attack, and due to the entrenched corruption in Gathendor, Sevani would have been put to death for murder and destruction of property had Magister Rafith not stepped in on her behalf.

And so came to us one of the greatest mages ever to grace the halls of the College.

—From the biography, “The Lady Mage of Gathendor,” by Magister Truon


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As a young maiden, the Lady Sevani one morning found a button—caked in mud—outside her doorstep.

Sevani was a commoner at that time, and not expected to do more than marry and bear children. No one knew what she would become—that within her was an overwhelming aptitude for magic.

That morning she found the button was the beginning of an altogether ordinary day. She went inside and washed the mud from the trinket. Nothing about the button was particularly worth noting. It was a rounded black stone set in bronze. But that simple button was, in fact, imbued with arcane energies.

After sewing the button to one of her favorite shirts, Sevani thought nothing more of it. But a few days later, when she wore that beloved shirt, the energies hidden within the button began to mingle with the dormant energies hidden in Sevani. Of course, even these multiplied energies would have had no value without being channeled.

But on her way home from the market that day, Sevani was attacked, which, unfortunately, was common in Gathendor at the time. That stress coupled with the magnitude of Sevani’s pent-up energy resulted in an explosion of raw arcane force. Sevani put a crater in the cobbled street and damaged many nearby buildings. The man who had attacked her was never found.

With no witnesses to the attempted attack, and due to the entrenched corruption in Gathendor, Sevani would have been put to death for murder and destruction of property had Magister Rafith not stepped in on her behalf.

And so came to us one of the greatest mages ever to grace the halls of the College.

—From the biography, “The Lady Mage of Gathendor,” by Magister Truon


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]]> http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Kalindra-256323844 http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Kalindra-256323844 Fri, 02 Sep 2011 05:19:55 PDT Kalindra nonadult traditional/drawings/fantasy Scrivener-of-Light http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/c/scrivener-of-light.jpg?1 Copyright 2011-2013 ~Scrivener-of-Light
“Our meeting on the streets of Lower Marsinor was no accident. The speed with which you readied your weapons, your agility and grace, your power—your reputation is unexaggerated.

“And now word has reached my ear that you were responsible for the death of the scoundrel Sandrik. I would like to reward you for your service to this community.

“Furthermore, I find myself in need of such versatility and experience for a more sensitive matter, and I am willing to reward you handsomely for services rendered to the crown.

“I would prefer to discuss the details of this matter in person. Please meet me at my estate or send word at your earliest convenience.

“The Lord Tinran, Prince over Eastern Fesrin”

The above correspondence found among Kalindra’s belongings during the worry over her long absence created implications that forever stained Prince Tinran’s pristine reputation—even the reappearance of Kalindra herself failed to repair his name.

Melindris said it best: “What could be more difficult to guard than one’s reputation? Even the most baseless claims can destroy a man should a sufficient number of fools pay them heed.”

—From “The Histories of Fesrin,” Volume VI, by Tamindar

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“Our meeting on the streets of Lower Marsinor was no accident. The speed with which you readied your weapons, your agility and grace, your power—your reputation is unexaggerated.

“And now word has reached my ear that you were responsible for the death of the scoundrel Sandrik. I would like to reward you for your service to this community.

“Furthermore, I find myself in need of such versatility and experience for a more sensitive matter, and I am willing to reward you handsomely for services rendered to the crown.

“I would prefer to discuss the details of this matter in person. Please meet me at my estate or send word at your earliest convenience.

“The Lord Tinran, Prince over Eastern Fesrin”

The above correspondence found among Kalindra’s belongings during the worry over her long absence created implications that forever stained Prince Tinran’s pristine reputation—even the reappearance of Kalindra herself failed to repair his name.

Melindris said it best: “What could be more difficult to guard than one’s reputation? Even the most baseless claims can destroy a man should a sufficient number of fools pay them heed.”

—From “The Histories of Fesrin,” Volume VI, by Tamindar

Drawn with 0.5mm mechanical pencil on 9x12 smooth bristol. For a selection of close-up frames, visit my website.

]]> http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Apothecary-Shoppe-256323507 http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Apothecary-Shoppe-256323507 Fri, 02 Sep 2011 05:16:00 PDT Apothecary Shoppe nonadult traditional/drawings/fantasy Scrivener-of-Light http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/c/scrivener-of-light.jpg?1 Copyright 2011-2013 ~Scrivener-of-Light
Of course there were other minor differences of appearance—her eyes were mostly black, her nose had a series of ridges running down it, and her height was slighter than the average human woman. But in her own way, she was quite attractive.

I’ve never seen anyone else of her race, and I ask few questions—it’s better for business—so I know nothing of this woman but that she wanted a tonic to slow the advance of age.

Now she may have been purchasing this tonic for another, but whether the treatment was for her or not, she brought to mind a simple truth. No matter how different the peoples of our world may be, we hold one thing in common: death.

We’ve all heard legends of ancient races that possessed the secrets of immortality—the elfin peoples are particularly fond of telling such tales concerning their ancestors. Perhaps the simplest proof against such stories is that each of these immortal races has died out.

And so the business of selling agents that delay our common fate has been and always will be profitable. Be wary, for many will sell you agents proven only in the mind of the superstitious. Every agent I use, however, has been proven effective, in some narrow way, to combat age.

—Introduction to the booklet, “Remedies for Aging,” by Banison the Herbalist

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Of course there were other minor differences of appearance—her eyes were mostly black, her nose had a series of ridges running down it, and her height was slighter than the average human woman. But in her own way, she was quite attractive.

I’ve never seen anyone else of her race, and I ask few questions—it’s better for business—so I know nothing of this woman but that she wanted a tonic to slow the advance of age.

Now she may have been purchasing this tonic for another, but whether the treatment was for her or not, she brought to mind a simple truth. No matter how different the peoples of our world may be, we hold one thing in common: death.

We’ve all heard legends of ancient races that possessed the secrets of immortality—the elfin peoples are particularly fond of telling such tales concerning their ancestors. Perhaps the simplest proof against such stories is that each of these immortal races has died out.

And so the business of selling agents that delay our common fate has been and always will be profitable. Be wary, for many will sell you agents proven only in the mind of the superstitious. Every agent I use, however, has been proven effective, in some narrow way, to combat age.

—Introduction to the booklet, “Remedies for Aging,” by Banison the Herbalist

Drawn with 0.5mm mechanical pencil on 8x10 copy paper. For a selection of close-up frames, visit my website.

]]> http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Miandra-the-Efriat-256322906 http://scrivener-of-light.deviantart.com/art/Miandra-the-Efriat-256322906 Fri, 02 Sep 2011 05:08:13 PDT Miandra the Efriat nonadult traditional/drawings/fantasy Scrivener-of-Light http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/c/scrivener-of-light.jpg?1 Copyright 2011-2013 ~Scrivener-of-Light
And then she smiled at me and said, “Take, eat, be made new.”

But I couldn’t gather the courage to reach into the flame and take from its essence. Some nights I lie awake in bed wondering if I shouldn’t go back to that place.

—Excerpt from the chapter “Miandra the Efriat,” in Mol Kunidar’s journal, “Journeying through Tar’darium,” Volume II

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And then she smiled at me and said, “Take, eat, be made new.”

But I couldn’t gather the courage to reach into the flame and take from its essence. Some nights I lie awake in bed wondering if I shouldn’t go back to that place.

—Excerpt from the chapter “Miandra the Efriat,” in Mol Kunidar’s journal, “Journeying through Tar’darium,” Volume II

Crayon drawing on 9x12 smooth bristol. Digital version created by photo-collage. For a selection of close-up frames, visit my website.

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