chicar
Rogue Ætherlord
 Canada
1883,Frankton (The Spudz)-1983,Apple City(Aeon)
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« on: January 23, 2011, 03:48:15 am » |
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Last night, i made a beautifull dream and i thought that would made a great comic. Infortunately, i draw like *?&* so here the scenario. Free to you to make what you want with it (either continue the story or not), i won't sue you, all i reclaim is to have a pick to the ended product. The story is not really steampunk, but free to you to made it so.
Scene 1:
A group of ‘’vestals’’, young cleric girls of roughly 4-5 years old are reunited before a grey stone altar where await them the candle they will had to carry in the holy day’s procession in honor of their island's animistic deities. They all wear a red hood and crown. The candle are excrusted in red orchidea in floral-shaped transparent cup. A older man, the leading monk whose clothing look like those of christian monks, tell them authoritary to hurry.
Scene 2:
The vestals move in the monastery in direction of his exit, passing in front of the locked door of the ephebs’s (their males equivalent) rooms where they have to stay the whole day. The monastery's interior look like a modern african installation.
Scene 3:
The procession is out. From the exterior, the monastery look like a arabian fort. After a close up of his leader emitting a gloom sigh, we became to see everything to her point of view. We are in a tropical island (think 19th century philipines,however, his inhabitants are caucassian). The monastery is parallel to the coast and we can see a little bit farther docks sporting the island’s flag (a goldengalleon on a red font) where is posted a majestuous 15th century spain-like galleon .
Scene 4
The procession advance on the sand road surrounding the island. In the side, we can see various little theater occupied by children of the same age than the vestals. Despite the 19th century-like setting, they wear 21th century clothings. They try to convince the vestals to stop watching their shows, seemly inconscient they troubling the serenity of the procession. My dream stop right after the procession go under a wooden bridge.
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