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This is the final render of my model of the Jangai Pass, from Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time series.

For the stone/dirt of the Aiel Waste:
Where the hard ground was not cracked clay, yellow or brown or something between, it was stony and stark, and everywhere split by dry gulleys and hollows. The scattered vegetation was sparse and low thorny bushes and leafless things with spines; the few blossoms, white or red or, yellow, were startling in their isolation. Occasionally stretches of tough grass covered the ground, and rarely, there was a stunted tree also likely to have thorns or spines (The Shadow Rising, Chapter 36).

For the Pass itself:
Right at that minute he did not want to think about Elaida or the Wise Ones, or listen to Moiraine. Now he wanted to study the pass ahead, a deep gap in the mountains that twisted as though a blunt axe had tried to chop through again and again, never quite succeeding. A few minutes' hard ride, and he could be in it.
On one side of the pass mouth a sheer cliff had been smoothed over a hundred-pace width and carved, a wind-weathered snake entwining a staff a good three hundred spans high; monument or marker or ruler's sigil, it surely dated from some lost nation before Artur Hawkwing, perhaps even before the Trolloc Wars. He had seen remnants before from nations long vanished; often even Moiraine did not know their source.
High on the other side, so far up that was not sure he was seeing what he thought, just below the snow line, stood something even stranger. Something that made the first monument of a few thousand years a commonplace. He cold have sworn it was the remnants of shattered buildings, shining grey against the darker mountain, and stranger still, what appeared to be a dock of the same material, as for ships, slanting drunkenly down the mountain. If he was not imagining it, that had to date from before the Breaking. The face of the world had been changed utterly in those years. This could well have been the oceans floor, before. He would have to ask Asmodean. Even if he had the time, he did not think he would want to try reaching that altitude to find out for himself. - The Fires of Heaven, Chapter 20

I had been wanting to do another scene from WoT for some time, but my old enemies, Whitebridge and Dragonmount, had been defeating me, corrupting and crashing constantly. I therefore sent out a call for another scene/location (other than the Big Fiery Lava Toilet or somewhere with many buildings) and Zombie Sammael from the Theoryland.com boards answered with the Jangai Pass.
It's been a bit painful with this one - you can't see the serpent carving because of the shadows (I had such fun making that! (Sculptris)) and I'm not sure if you can make out the buildings or dock on the left side. The pass also doesn't make enough turns.
In any case, here it is. Time to make something colourful, before I start making a morning version of this one so you can see the carving and the jetty better.

Description
This is the final render of my model of the Jangai Pass, from Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time series.

For the stone/dirt of the Aiel Waste:
Where the hard ground was not cracked clay, yellow or brown or something between, it was stony and stark, and everywhere split by dry gulleys and hollows. The scattered vegetation was sparse and low thorny bushes and leafless things with spines; the few blossoms, white or red or, yellow, were startling in their isolation. Occasionally stretches of tough grass covered the ground, and rarely, there was a stunted tree also likely to have thorns or spines (The Shadow Rising, Chapter 36).

For the Pass itself:
Right at that minute he did not want to think about Elaida or the Wise Ones, or listen to Moiraine. Now he wanted to study the pass ahead, a deep gap in the mountains that twisted as though a blunt axe had tried to chop through again and again, never quite succeeding. A few minutes' hard ride, and he could be in it.
On one side of the pass mouth a sheer cliff had been smoothed over a hundred-pace width and carved, a wind-weathered snake entwining a staff a good three hundred spans high; monument or marker or ruler's sigil, it surely dated from some lost nation before Artur Hawkwing, perhaps even before the Trolloc Wars. He had seen remnants before from nations long vanished; often even Moiraine did not know their source.
High on the other side, so far up that was not sure he was seeing what he thought, just below the snow line, stood something even stranger. Something that made the first monument of a few thousand years a commonplace. He cold have sworn it was the remnants of shattered buildings, shining grey against the darker mountain, and stranger still, what appeared to be a dock of the same material, as for ships, slanting drunkenly down the mountain. If he was not imagining it, that had to date from before the Breaking. The face of the world had been changed utterly in those years. This could well have been the oceans floor, before. He would have to ask Asmodean. Even if he had the time, he did not think he would want to try reaching that altitude to find out for himself. - The Fires of Heaven, Chapter 20

I had been wanting to do another scene from WoT for some time, but my old enemies, Whitebridge and Dragonmount, had been defeating me, corrupting and crashing constantly. I therefore sent out a call for another scene/location (other than the Big Fiery Lava Toilet or somewhere with many buildings) and Zombie Sammael from the Theoryland.com boards answered with the Jangai Pass.
It's been a bit painful with this one - you can't see the serpent carving because of the shadows (I had such fun making that! (Sculptris)) and I'm not sure if you can make out the buildings or dock on the left side. The pass also doesn't make enough turns.
In any case, here it is. Time to make something colourful, before I start making a morning version of this one so you can see the carving and the jetty better.