I felt inspired by the splendid artwork you drew up MusicFreak, and so in my spare time, I decided to write a little piece to go along with it
My thanks to you for drawing this.
Spoiler
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54sSF5JS_HA“Stretcher!” A faint voice called out. “Where’s the stretcher!?”
The cries and moans of the broken and wounded soldiers lined the cracked cobblestone streets, the air clouded in smoke and fire. The booming of artillery and the snaps of gunfire could be heard in the distance, an endless echo in the skies. It was almost midday, yet the sun’s rays could not pierce the thick storm that had rose from the bitter fighting. The handful of medics present went down the row of troops stacked near the low wall, their faces bloodied, their uniforms tattered, and covered in deep-red bandages, checking each one as they came. A few had passed during that time, and laid blankets upon their still, lifeless bodies. Only sorrow and despair filled the men’s gazes, helpless as they were in their state. Their bodies exhausted, their spirit weak, they could only sit and wait as life passed them by.
Daina laid upon the sidewalk, watching her colleagues endure their pain, their agony, their suffering, and could only look back to her own comrades, the ones who had fought by her side since the day she joined. No longer were they there. No longer could she speak to them. No longer could they listen. No one to lend their shoulder. No one to offer a helping hand. No one. Her people were there, but still Daina was alone. Alone in this grim, dark world. There she sat, gazing at the horrors before her. She felt no tears, no emptiness, no emotion. Only the fatigue of battle. She felt only the numbness of her body, the aching of her muscles, her wet collars and battered clothes. To Daina, the only thought she had was that of weariness. Nothing more.
Soon, a column of Stormtroopers marched down the road, the clatter of their heavy boots rocking the pavement all in unison as they passed by the wounded. Daina gazed upon the men as they marched by. Their tunics were spotless, their rifles polished. Not one bore a scratch on their faces. It was clear these young men had not seen a day of combat in their lives, yet she knew all too well the fate that awaited them.
Also, I believe I've settled on my next request!
Story: Chelderan Chronicles
Genre of your story: Historical Steampunk Military Fantasy
Name: Private Owen Harport
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Personality: Optimistic, kind-hearted and self-righteous, Owen Harport previously served in the Union Militia as an errand boy before transferring over to the Legion of Terra in hopes of making a bigger difference in the Hadian Civil War. Unlike his superior Corporal Daina Allens, Owen still believes there is hope in the world and frequently shows it in his compassion to both his comrades and the enemy and his selfless acts to civilians. Owen is also known to be quite stubborn in this regard, particularly during his time in Boot Camp under the supervision of Corporal Allens. Daina had constantly tried to break Owen's overzealous spirit and dehumanize his view of the enemy during this time, yet even after all that, Owen refused to submit to Daina's mindset.
Looks:
- Body type: Somewhat skinny and a little on the short side
- Skin colour: White
- Eye type + color: Green Eyes
- Hair colour + style: Short, ruffled brown hair.
- Clothing:
An Olive-green military tunic resembling that of the German World War 1 Stormtroopers. The tunic is lengthened to just above the knees and has two breastpockets. A 4-Pointed Star is worn around the neck with Owen's rank of Private on his Right Collar and the Party's 5-Pointed Star Badge on his Left Collar. A round visor-less cap with a large braid hanging from the top matching the olive-green uniform colour is worn with a small star-in-circle at the front, resembling that of a Scottish bonnet and the German WW1 Cap. Heavy hiking boots are worn, and is typically covered by leather spats to keep mud out. It should be around the same as Daina's uniform. The only difference is Owen's rank should be a single bar for Private, instead of Daina's double bar for Corporal.
To add to Owen's accessories is his personal pair of aviator goggles, which he uses to keep dust from flying into his eyes during battle, and a brown scarf he keeps tucked around his neck as a lucky charm.
Oh, I should probably mention a few things I totally overlooked the first time... the badge and rank you had on Daina is actually on backwards. Her left would be your right and vice-versa, and look like the one in mine's and WhiteCrows
Same thing with the 4-pointed star around the neck. It's a 5-pointed star in Daina's picture, which would look a bit redundant with all those stars on her uniform
Other than those, that should be it!
- Accessories + props: Pistol or Rifle. Optional.
Environment: (City Ruins like last time, or Forest. Your pick
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References
Goggles:
Rifle:
Pistol:
Face:
Scarf:
Forest:
Feel free to use the previous references if you need
Lemme know if I should add anything else
I wonder if it's possible to have both Daina and Owen in the same frame doing something together...
That'd be an interesting scene to write about
Anyways, keep up the good work!
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