*First of all, let me apologize for the apparent youth of the characters in the drawings. Apparently I can't draw age very well yet. Assume, for the present, that these were vignettes taken when they were a few years younger.
Meet Chase Forthen, a young man who had to grow up far too quickly when his hometown of Arskone became a battleground overnight. The son of the town's preacher, both his parents were killed in the first attacks, leaving Chase with the responsibility of caring for the hundred or so souls who had come to his father's chapel every Sunday. And doing so meant taking the fight to the enemy.
For these attackers were not men of flesh and blood, but far darker things of the night and of death; foul things sent from the very bowels of hell.
Against this undead menace Chase and the men of Arskone rose up, quickly learning the ways of a war where a blade might give more protection than a gun, and a prayer more power than a calvary charge. They became shadehunters, warriors against the night, and very real defenders of their faith and homes.
As the war drew on, quickly turning into a stalemate along the front lines of the old railroad tracks, Chase became known for his skill, fortitude, and unshaken trust in his God. But something was coming, something that would shake the already upside down Arskone to its very core, and Chase along with it. For God never forsakes His children, yet never stops teaching them. And the son of the preacher still has much to learn.
Night falls, the specters rise; the war beings once again
Hope fades, darkness sighs; who can see the end?
Stand fast, hold your ground; let them not win this night!
Be strong, listen to the sound; dawn will bring the light!
Ooooooh, is this for your NaNovel? Looks fab! Have to say, I envy your drawing talent something rotten - from a vignette perspective, I think it looks rather good. The clothing is done especially well, I think.
ReplyDeleteThat summary sounds amazing too - I'd want to read that if I found it in a library, certainly!