In August This Year Dragonsteel Asked Me If I Could Add Some Concept Art And Designs As Inspiration For

*Boss music starts playing*

24mm | f8 | 13s

Winter scenes in Oregon

elliothawkey

“I will tread lightly…you’re a bunch broken pieces that might need… some putting back together, so don’t leave”

-Forest Black

I know, I know, gatekeeping the outdoors, that's supposedly bad, right, but I think if you show up to do a hike and you brought a portable speaker with you to play music while you hike, I think, like hear me out, there should be a gate, and someone at the gate should keep you from doing the hike.

Kaladin Return posit: a whole book, #6 or maybe #7 depending on series pacing, wherein its slowly increasingly obvious that the Heralds have returned - or at least, they should have, but no one can find them. People are looking for them, either to ally with them or to kill them. (Those who are immortal know, but those who aren't, don't, that this is actually normal - it takes a few days for even a Herald to re-orient themselves to being alive. And they don't necessarily all reappear together, and only Jezrien and Nale ever had fast-travel options!) Some Herald gets an Interlude POV eventually, so we do know they're out there, pulling themselves together for the fight...

Then meanwhile, there's some battle that goes poorly and ends with a megalomaniac Fused, or maybe an Unmade, standing high and lecturing a bunch of people about how their resistance was doomed from the start, the righteous shall now inherit the whole Roshar, Retribution reigns and Honor is dead--

"People keep saying that," a familiar voice complains, and everyone turns in shock and there he is: Kaladin Stormblessed, floating in midair with the wind whipping at his hair and blue cloak that he picked up somewhere on the road from Shinovar. Not glowing, dark-eyed, but aloft nonetheless, with a silver spear in his hand and Sylphrena full-size at his side.

"I'm still alive," Syl replies, arms crossed. She, too, wears Bridge Four blue, and she has lighting in her eyes and a rainstorm in her hair (which she tosses in proud irritation). "And I'm a solid chunk of Honor, you know. I'm very respectable about it these days."

And then it's epic and Kaladin really gets a cult this time, to his immense dismay.

“Standing before the deathspren was a tiny figure of light. Not translucent, as she had always appeared before, but of pure white light. That soft, feminine face had a nobler, more angular cast to it now, like a warrior from a forgotten time. Not childlike at all. She stood guard on his chest, holding a sword made of light.”

The Way of Kings, ch.38: Envisager

Kaladin, beaten to within an inch of his life and then left out in a Highstorm (which he miraculously survived), being guarded by Syl.

I can’t get over how much I love these books. Prepare for a LOT more art!

father and daughter ⛈

Definitely unrelated: scammers often use time pressure to convince you to do things that you normally wouldn’t if you were given more time

Akaroa, South Island, New Zealand