It was as if you were scaling the side of a flying castle as you ascended the rope ladder to the deck of the airship. A sudden caress of a breeze pushes the muscles in your body, from arms to heart, like a nervous toad as the ladder sways. Why had you agreed to meet him at night? At last you reach the top to haul yourself over the railing. There is a crew on this ship, working furiously with neither sound or respite.
At the opposite railing towers a figure unphased by the strong wind, a frightening statue placed there for some dire purpose. The moonlight is shuttered by a cloud, sending a shadow creeping across the deck. Your eyes are locked on to the statue as it suddenly turns around bringing face-to-face with his stony visage, a frightening mask of living rock draped in shadow. “Welcome aboard my ship, the Evening Dread.” he boomed in such a commanding baritone your bones rattled. “I trust you will mind yourself in my hospitality. Nothing happens aboard my domain without my knowledge. Make yourself comfortable.”
Inktober #10 was delayed in posting since I wanted the spouse to write another little post to accompany it, being as Captain Dorofue is her character. This piece rather destroyed my wrist but I impressed myself in how “fast” I was able to stipple this one. From sketch to finish all told it was about 10+ hours or so