Kender Art by Yanqing (Page 1)
Starglow by Liu Yanqing
Another work, of the many, done by Yanqing there. This
is a portrait done of Tearfire Starglow, an afflicted kender ranger
hailing from Southern Ergoth. It displays his red burning eyes and almost
blonde hair rather well.
Starglow (b&w) by Liu Yanqing
The first penciled version of Yanqing's afflicted kender
drawing, it looks good 'nuff so far I'd think. With the addition of
colour this pic ends up looking pretty fantastic.
Kender by Liu Yanqing
This drawing done by Y.Q., features the cookie
kender with a wispy reminder in the background. It's of no kender in
particular, a simple sketch drawn by her, then coloured later on. Good
Portrait by Liu Yanqing
As the winds and mists blew around her, birthed from
that was a wondrous sight. Sparkling dust of the faeries showered the
air and brought light onto the dark path, with a luminescence all its
own. It was something one might see when with elves, pixies, sprites,
or any other fair folk of the wood..
by Liu Yanqing
Seated in the grass, somewhere near Kipper's Place no
doubt, would be Atheral and her companion kitten, Moonstone. Moon would
be the little piece of black fur by her legs, just to note. She's quite
the glutton, but charming in her own way, which still baffles myself
as to why Ath keeps her chubby kitty around for the travels she's often
Thisstleknot by Liu Yanqing
Yes, Thissleknot, would be the right spelling for
this particular kender. Set upon the table behind her would be the silver
cup, Chalis' Chalice! Original name, no? On her left hand would be a
Freddy Krueger style glove, while in her right is one rather styly golden
shod hoopak. And I'm pretty sure with hair like that, many kender gentleman
will be wanting to woo her, as well. ;)
Moonshine by Liu Yanqing
The cave was dank and cold, not a sound echoed through
its shadowy surroundings save a constant dripping of water from an unknown
source. She stood up, a smooth and well-crafted wooden flute clutched
tightly in her right hand as she moved toward him.
"You made this for me," she said as she held it out for
him to take, a single tear rolling down her cheek. There was a certain
catch in her voice, "a-and I'm giving it back... I only hope that someday,
I'll be able to hold it once more and feel the sense of comfort it gave
me when I first held it in my hands." With that, she knelt down before
him and gently placed the instrument at his feet, "farewell, Tearfire.
May it not be our last..."
She quickly got up, too quickly, twisting to her feet
with the agility of a cat and left, disappearing down a dark passageway
without glancing back even once. She did not wish to see the shocked
and grief-stricken expression that passed across his face.