HOME | DD

Description

The epilogue to the Curse of the Crimson Throne campaign and one of my first renders using only Iray and Dazstudio...

Erethwen took a long, deep breath and sighed with her eyes closed. The fresh breath of the summer breeze on her face brought her the scents of the mountain as well as the buzzing of insects and the gurgling of a nearby spring.
Alika, the young priestess of Desna had decided to accompany her rather than stay in Korvosa to enjoy the honours. Initially they had considered going to Absalom by sea, but when the time came to leave, by mutual agreement they had opted for the land route. It would obviously be much longer and more dangerous, but so much more exciting.
"Is everything all right, my friend? "Alika asked.
"If all goes well? I think so, Alika. I haven't felt this peaceful in so long. »
"As am I, Melitsë. Just like me," Alika replied with a broad smile.
"Melitsë? I am glad you chose this term, Alika, because it is also the one I would use to talk about you. »
They remained for a while still contemplating the landscape from their position at the top of the mountains.
"What is this land below? It looks so beautiful," Alika asked.
"That's where we're going, Melitsë. Nirmathas is its name. Its people are proud of their freedom and independence. We will be welcomed there. Then, after crossing Lake Encarthan, we will cross Druma to Andoran before embarking for Absalom. It is a long journey. »
"With you and Desna by my side, I look forward to this adventure with confidence and optimism. »
"You're beginning to talk like an elf, do you know that? »
"I don't know much, Erethwen, except that I'm happy right now. »
"So if you're happy, Alika, I'm too. »

Description

The epilogue to the Curse of the Crimson Throne campaign and one of my first renders using only Iray and Dazstudio...

Erethwen took a long, deep breath and sighed with her eyes closed. The fresh breath of the summer breeze on her face brought her the scents of the mountain as well as the buzzing of insects and the gurgling of a nearby spring.
Alika, the young priestess of Desna had decided to accompany her rather than stay in Korvosa to enjoy the honours. Initially they had considered going to Absalom by sea, but when the time came to leave, by mutual agreement they had opted for the land route. It would obviously be much longer and more dangerous, but so much more exciting.
"Is everything all right, my friend? "Alika asked.
"If all goes well? I think so, Alika. I haven't felt this peaceful in so long. »
"As am I, Melitsë. Just like me," Alika replied with a broad smile.
"Melitsë? I am glad you chose this term, Alika, because it is also the one I would use to talk about you. »
They remained for a while still contemplating the landscape from their position at the top of the mountains.
"What is this land below? It looks so beautiful," Alika asked.
"That's where we're going, Melitsë. Nirmathas is its name. Its people are proud of their freedom and independence. We will be welcomed there. Then, after crossing Lake Encarthan, we will cross Druma to Andoran before embarking for Absalom. It is a long journey. »
"With you and Desna by my side, I look forward to this adventure with confidence and optimism. »
"You're beginning to talk like an elf, do you know that? »
"I don't know much, Erethwen, except that I'm happy right now. »
"So if you're happy, Alika, I'm too. »