#Ceara Ilthien

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And one more done this morning, second finished piece of 2019!

Featuring Ceara Ilthien, my human elementalist in Guild Wars 2, my human wildwalker monk in World of Warcraft, and the main protagonist of The Keeper's Compendium, which I am currently working on changing to fit into an original world instead of WoW.

Also:

Ceara in 2013 and in 2019. Putting these two picture together was a huge little boost of inspiration and motivation for me. I used to think that 2013 was my peak and I wouldn't be able to get any better than that. I'm glad I was able to prove myself wrong.

Her hair is so shiny :D

[airbecomeswind]

Dawn

Nightmares drove Ceara from her tent just before dawn, clutching her arms to her chest. The sun had yet to rise over the horizon, but it’s rosy light was beginning to touch the ocean, illuminating the Jeweled Coast of Stormsong. She had made camp on a cliff overlooking that vista.

Tears trickled down her cheeks as heavy sobs bubbled up from her chest. She dropped to her knees just before the cliff’s edge holding her arms out before her, looking at them in the early morning light. The scars were still there. Their intricate branching pattern a beautiful, but painful reminder of what had happened just a few years ago. And, like them, the nightmares remained. Memories of fever, sickness, and pain. Pain so terrible that she thought it was going to rip her apart. Those scars and memories remained of when she was useless.

Bringing her hands together, she focused, on lightning, on wind, on the storm. A wide relieved smile pulled at her lips as a small ball of compressed wind and lightning formed in her open palms. A chuckle, soft and shaky, as she licked salty tears from her lips, rolling that ball in her hands. She squished it between her palms then pulled it apart, throwing her arms out to her sides, sending a shock wave of static and wind blowing out around her. It shook the trees, rattled her tent, and spooked her windsteed where he stood grazing on the far side of the cliff. Grunting with a worried tone, he made his way over to her.

The windsteed lipped her hair, bringing Ceara back to reality and she smiled warmly at him. “Good morning, Bai. Did I startled you?” She gave the steed an apologetic pat as he lowered himself down, resting his large head on her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” she whispered as turned to wrap her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his white fur.

This had become a morning routine for the two of them for the last few years. Her head resting against his wide neck, Ceara watched with Bai as the sun rose over the ocean, bringing forth another bright day. The bright sunlight dispersed the last dredges of her nightmares.

[thekeeperscompendium-wow]

Still calling for voice actors for the parts of Ceara Ilthien and Bard Falkson. I’ve decided to also put the call up on CastingCall.Club from now on. Hoping to be able to reach out to more people from different areas and not have to worry about possibly overloading a voice actor with too many roles (Deva Marie Gregory!)

Also, if you’ve auditioned already and I haven’t gotten back to you, I’m so very sorry. I’ve been so busy with stuff in real life and haven’t had the chance to work on the series much until recently. I will be looking them over and giving you feedback sometime next week.