Amuletts gets her vengeance by setting fire to the dwarfs beard. He panics. Everyone tries to be helpful. The mysterious blue-robed figure tries to approach, but is halted by a guard. She seems to have a scroll in her hand…
I like this layout, though it may be a bit tricky to read on the screen – sorry about that. I like to action/reaction frames. It’s good to say things without words! I found the extreme perspective fun too. It may not be wholly accurate, but it creates the right impression.
By the way, Amuletts produced that fire magically. I thought I’d mention it in case you thought she was using a lighter. She’s actually clicking her fingers (though the lighter effect is not unintentional).
↓ Transcript*Amuletts magically prodices a lick of flame by clicking her fingers then tosses it at Clodins beard, where it smolders*
CLODIN: Nhh? (His beard bursts into flame) YAAARG! MY BEARD - MY BEAUTIFUL BEARD!
SOMEONE: Let me try something.
CLODIN: Stop fanning it!
SOMEONE: I think I have some water in this flask.
CLODIN: That's lamp oil!
*Meanwhile the blue cloaked figure approaches, clutching a scroll, only to be stopped by a guard*
GUARD: HALT!
Pg 3: Why you don’t tease a Pyromaniac
by Amy on January 20, 2009 at 12:00 AMAmuletts gets her vengeance by setting fire to the dwarfs beard. He panics. Everyone tries to be helpful. The mysterious blue-robed figure tries to approach, but is halted by a guard. She seems to have a scroll in her hand…
I like this layout, though it may be a bit tricky to read on the screen – sorry about that. I like to action/reaction frames. It’s good to say things without words! I found the extreme perspective fun too. It may not be wholly accurate, but it creates the right impression.
By the way, Amuletts produced that fire magically. I thought I’d mention it in case you thought she was using a lighter. She’s actually clicking her fingers (though the lighter effect is not unintentional).
CLODIN: Nhh? (His beard bursts into flame) YAAARG! MY BEARD - MY BEAUTIFUL BEARD!
SOMEONE: Let me try something.
CLODIN: Stop fanning it!
SOMEONE: I think I have some water in this flask.
CLODIN: That's lamp oil!
*Meanwhile the blue cloaked figure approaches, clutching a scroll, only to be stopped by a guard*
GUARD: HALT!