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My MGC entry for this month. Fantasy gargoyles.

I was inspired to do a picture of a gargoyle Herald Vanyel Ashkevron.

Excerpts from Demonsbane, by Mercedes Lackey and Firebird Arts follow.

Lord Nedran backs his stallion, the wizard he comes nigh.
"Prepare yourself, bold Vanyel, for you shall surely die!"
The wizard calls his demons, the demons he commands,
And Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, only raises empty hands.

The wizard calls his demons, the sky above turns black.
The demons strike at Vanyel, he stands and holds them back.
The demons strike at Vanyel, they strike and hurt him sore,
But Vanyel stands defiant, to raise his hands once more.

The sky itself decending upon bare Stony Tor
Now hides the awful battle. The watchers see no more.
The wizard shouts in triump--too soon he vents his mirth.
For Vanyel calsl the lightning, and smites him to the earth!

The clouds of black have lifted; upon the barren ground
Stands Vanyel hurt, but victor, the demons tied and bound.
He looks down on Lord Nedran; his eyes grow cold and bleak--
"Now shall I give you, Nedran, the power that you seek--"

Now Vanyel frees the demons, and Nedran screams with fear,
He sets them on the Karsites, who had first brought them here.
He sets them on the Karsites, and on the Karsite land.
They look down on Lord Nedran. They do not stair their hand.

"I am the bane of demons, who flees them I defend.
Thus Heralds serve a foeman--thus Heralds save a friend!"

Watercolors, ink and pen, 2004

Description
My MGC entry for this month. Fantasy gargoyles.

I was inspired to do a picture of a gargoyle Herald Vanyel Ashkevron.

Excerpts from Demonsbane, by Mercedes Lackey and Firebird Arts follow.

Lord Nedran backs his stallion, the wizard he comes nigh.
"Prepare yourself, bold Vanyel, for you shall surely die!"
The wizard calls his demons, the demons he commands,
And Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, only raises empty hands.

The wizard calls his demons, the sky above turns black.
The demons strike at Vanyel, he stands and holds them back.
The demons strike at Vanyel, they strike and hurt him sore,
But Vanyel stands defiant, to raise his hands once more.

The sky itself decending upon bare Stony Tor
Now hides the awful battle. The watchers see no more.
The wizard shouts in triump--too soon he vents his mirth.
For Vanyel calsl the lightning, and smites him to the earth!

The clouds of black have lifted; upon the barren ground
Stands Vanyel hurt, but victor, the demons tied and bound.
He looks down on Lord Nedran; his eyes grow cold and bleak--
"Now shall I give you, Nedran, the power that you seek--"

Now Vanyel frees the demons, and Nedran screams with fear,
He sets them on the Karsites, who had first brought them here.
He sets them on the Karsites, and on the Karsite land.
They look down on Lord Nedran. They do not stair their hand.

"I am the bane of demons, who flees them I defend.
Thus Heralds serve a foeman--thus Heralds save a friend!"

Watercolors, ink and pen, 2004