May 26, 2011
Page 11 Book 5: The War Diaries
The screams of dying men.
The first frame of this page is an example of drawing to a deadline, in that initially it was intended to be speech-less and to feature an overhead view of Sildyu and Spire walking down the corridor, but time constraints and an Inkscape crash (which is thankfully far less common now than it was when I first started making comics) demanded that I simplify things considerably, so I opted for a “voices of despair heard in the corridor” alternative.
This is also an example of writing biography rather than story, in that story would demand I essentially write Sildyu as being as intelligent as a brick and not see the immense level of suspicion the day’s events hold and sending the dragons that guard the palace. Sildyu isn’t a fool, she’s a spellcaster after all, a profession that demands a reasonable modicum of intelligence even in the most dim-witted of specialists, so she should be able to tell that two resistance movements summoning the might of two gigantic threats in two separate parts of the globe on the same day within hours of eachother is more than a wee bit coincidental.
So understandably she spends most of today’s page trying to think of an option that doesn’t involve sending her palace guard compliment of dragons and, unfortunately, the Empire’s most honed dragons (some of which work for her voluntarily, without amulet persuasion) are about the only forces she has that could conceivably deal with them both swiftly.
That’s all for today, I’ll see you all on Monday, after concluding the remaining two exams of my academic year…groan…