Decir que el profesorado de Pelcroft se mostró poco cooperativo cuando se les presentó por primera vez la "evidencia" de Alastair sería quedarse corto. Rechazado por su obsesión con el folclore oscuro y objeto de burla por su insistencia en un continente "oculto" olvidado, tanto el personal como los amigos murmuraban peyorativos fuera del alcance del oído, sugiriendo una mente desequilibrada, comparándolos con los enfermos del Asilo Silverwood.

Pero el Manuscrito Yerivin no podía ignorarse. Aunque indescifrable, el volumen iluminado insinuaba tierras y flora de alguna manera perdidas, sugiriendo un rico paisaje cercano pero inaccesible para los no iniciados. A medida que sus críticos se hacían más vocales, se volvía cada vez más decidido, solitario y colérico, comprando los artefactos que podía y robando lo que no podía para alimentar su obsesiva investigación; oscuras tablillas de jade, extrañas figuras talladas en maderas nobles desconocidas y fragmentos de velo podrido con una escritura casi idéntica a la del volumen de Yerivin. Pero aun así no lo creían. Todo cambió cuando se produjeron los primeros avistamientos. Los mares mismos habían cambiado repentinamente, corrientes alienígenas con peces extraños habían interrumpido las rutas comerciales y las muestras descritas en artículos universitarios finalmente dieron pruebas irrefutables de las afirmaciones de Alastair. Aunque ahora contaba con financiación, fama y un vapor mecánico para realizar el viaje, su sueño se volvió inquieto, atormentado por susurros de miedo y codicia.

En el mar, adelgazó, incapaz de comer, alimentándose en cambio de sus crecientes delirios. Desapareció del campamento costero al llegar, regresando tarde esa primera noche con los ojos desorbitados, delirando sobre ruinas en la selva y visiones de una caldera en llamas donde todas las preguntas encontrarían respuesta. La tripulación murmuraba. El capitán del barco escondió las armas y el ron.

A la mañana siguiente, se había ido. Pasaron dos semanas antes de que llegaran informes a la orilla de grandes franjas de selva ennegrecidas y muertas con historias de una sombra con pico de cuervo que traía la muerte a su paso.

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Considera unirte a nuestro trail de curación en HIVEVOTE haciendo clic en la imagen inferior, Les agradecemos todo el apoyo.

A todos los artistas ahí afuera en HIVE, si alguna vez se sienten solos y perdidos, únanse al canal de Discord de Bokura No Digital World

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I DEDICATE THIS DESIGN TO ALL THOSE WHO STILL BELIEVE IN MY TALENT AS AN ARTIST.

We start this post dedicated to the @splinterlands community with a new design and this time it's the turn of Doctor Blight, which we will use as a reference its official art.

This design came about as a suggestion from a friend, who asked if I could create a design for this character. More than a request or a design, it's a demonstration of my abilities to face challenges that I strive to improve and develop better techniques every day.

I'm proud to participate in these kinds of events, as they help me push my limits, and looking at my previous work, I realize the journey I've taken and all the people who have supported my work.

To begin our new project, we'll capture our idea on a blank sheet of paper using a pencil, colored pencil, or charcoal. It doesn't matter what material we use, as this is intended to provide a guideline for how we want our design to turn out.

DIGITALIZATION

After finishing our hand-drawn sketch, we digitize it by scanning it or taking a photo with our phone. In my case, I used Paint Tools Sai to create the artwork, as I'm very familiar with it. It allows me to organize layers of line work and paint, giving me more freedom when correcting errors in the initial design.

So, guided by our sketch, although there will always be changes depending on the concept or perception in which we want to capture the idea, everything starts with an initial idea.

COLORING

After having our digitized sketch, we now turn to coloring. We use the original art as a reference. However, I'll add colors and elements that characterize my art and give it a unique shine to make everything stand out.

However, the main character of this character is its completely dark tones, so we'll find a balance to show the darkness, and we'll use the shine to accentuate the mystical power or aura it possesses.

LORE

To say the faculty at Pelcroft were uncooperative when first presented with Alastair's “evidence” would be an understatement. Shunned for his obsession with obscure folklore and laughed at for his insistence on a forgotten “hidden” continent, staff and friends alike mumbled pejoratives just out of earshot suggesting an unbalanced mind, drawing comparisons to the infirmed at Silverwood Asylum.

But the Yerivin Manuscript could not be ignored. Though indecipherable, the illuminated volume hinted at lands and flora somehow lost, suggesting a rich landscape ever so near but inaccessible to the uninitiated. As his critics grew more vocal he grew ever more determined, reclusive and choleric, buying the artifacts he could and stealing what he could not to fuel his obsessive research; obscure tablets in jade, strange figures carved in hardwoods unknown, and fragments of rotting velum in writing nearly identical the Yerivin volume. But still they would not believe.

Everything changed when the first sightings were made. The seas themselves had suddenly shifted, alien currents with strange fish had interrupted trade routes and samples described in university articles gave at last incontrovertible evidence for Alastair's claims. Though gifted now with funding, celebrity and a clockwork steamer to make the voyage, his sleep became restless, haunted by whispers of fear and greed.

On the sea he grew thin, unable to eat, feeding instead on his growing delusions, disappearing from the shore camp on arrival, returning late that first night wild-eyed, raving of ruins in the jungle and of visions of a flaming caldera where all questions would be answered. The crew muttered. The ship's captain hid the guns and rum.

The next morning he was gone. It was a fortnight before reports reached the shore of great swaths of jungle blackened and dead with tales of a crow beaked shadow bringing death in its wake.

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