Tamrith – human paladin of the ancients
My second project, in which I discovered frankensteining, masking, and using little gradient bubbles to add highlights and shadows. I spent a ridiculous amount of time on this jigsaw-puzzling everything together, and then went back to it once the burnout had worn off because it really needed more details and the armor was far too pristine. And then went back to it again immediately before posting it because it always kind of bothered me that her eyes were too glam. But now she’s good to go. 😀
Tamrith’s world was shaped by the ragtag mercenary group that raised her. She learned to fight, learned to do what she was told, learned to do what was necessary to survive. But no matter how much they fought, or how well, even when it seemed like some goal or other had been achieved, it was never enough. The fighting never stopped. And it was never about what they wanted or what she wanted. They were always fighting and dying for someone else’s greed, or petty squabbles, or delusions of grandeur. Even when the group was absorbed into a noble lord’s personal militia, and life became somewhat more comfortable, the fighting just never stopped.
Finally the time came when Tamrith had had enough. Weary and disillusioned, she left the militia and set out in search of a purpose that she could call her own. What she found, without even realizing its significance, was a wooden amulet left behind by a recently-deceased elderly druid she encountered while passing through a forest. From that point on, the forces of nature seemed to work their magic on and through her, leading her to eventually dedicate her sword and her shield to the cause of fighting to protect whatever good things still exist in this crappy world.
