Haha :) The Wizard cracks me up. He’s so absurd, from his fluffy slippers (which, if you could see the top, they have googly eyes on them) down to his smoking jacket/go-shirtless combo. Hm. Mysterious green drink and, if you look close, he’s wearing a large green shiny ring on his left index finger. Hope you like him as much as I do:)
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Well, my monitor died so I couldn’t finish the strip Thursday, nor do much of anything on my computer, but I have a new monitor now and we’re back again! And finished! Wow, so much green…
Finally, may I present the Shards version of The Wizard of Oz:) Uh… Yeah. That’s really him.
This be the final version of the strip, and boy is Emerald City a pain to draw and color! But it’s done! Yay! In all its shiny emerald glory… I absolutely love the contrast of Red’s hair to all the green:)
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Also, because of such a long wait, I thought we were overdue for another narrative. Here you go!
The Land of Oz… Not her favorite place but this wasn’t a social visit.
“SCAN COMPLETE. ENTRY GRANTED, RIDEENA HOOD.”
Red straightened from her stoop and readjusted the tattered hood she often wore like a second skin. Not feeling the need to respond to the mechanical voice, she waited for the huge emerald gates to swing open with a grating krie krie krie and strode in. After two steps, the Guardian of the Gate marched beside her. He wore a green top hat adorned with emeralds, a feather stuck into it just to make it over the top, a green waistcoat with tails, and even green gloves similarly bejeweled with the city’s namesake gem. None of this impressed Red. What did impress her was the Guardian’s ability to keep pace with her, given that the Ozian was half her height.
Hands behind his back, the little man wiggled a pale green mustache which matched the rest of his ample hair covering everything but his nose, mouth, and ears in sweeping curls. “He appreciates you sending word ahead of time. He’ll see you in the war room. I shall escort–”
“I know where he is.”
Her cut-in surprised the Guardian of the Gate. “Ah-hrm… Very well.” Without further prodding, he seemed to get the hint and left her to return to his gate duty.
True, she could have simply slipped in through any window after utilizing the camouflage embedded in her outfit. But this wasn’t a recon mission or an assault. This was negotiation and diplomacy. The front door approach was needed.
She had, of course, sent the more stealthy Icharus to locate the Wizard’s whereabouts so she knew precisely where he hid. It wasn’t in the war room. Red also knew she had to play nice, play by the rules, and let the humbug have his charlatan game. Again, necessary, if she were to get what she wanted.
And so enters the last witch:) Any guesses as to who she is/who and what she represents?
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This is the official finished strip which introduces the Triumvirate. You may have noticed, especially on Wicked Witch, that they are a mish-mash of spliced appearances. They represent a variety of women who fill a particular niche of bad lady and I thought this was a neat way to represent that. Tomorrow you’ll see Witch #3: The Seductress/Evil Stepmother.
The next strip is almost finished and will be published later Thursday so check back!
This will take a little explanation:)
First, meet the Triumvirate. You only got a brief glimpse of them before at the start of the chapter.
Second, yes, the dialogue is missing. TB and I can’t decide between two different versions so I will post them below for you to vote on. Whichever is gets the majority of votes will get to be the official dialogue.
The reason behind the indecision is the cadence and method of rhyme for the three witches of the Triumvirate. Without giving too much away, they have a kind of curse that forces them to rhyme with each other in a set of three verses. Some may like the ABAB rhythm better and some may like the other version better. Only one way to find out, so please read and vote on either Option 1 or Option 2. If you are wondering about the unseen witch’s dialogue, that is for the next strip. No peeking! :)
Witch #3: “As expected, the mongrel’s failed; but our plan is not expelled. His body unbent yet mind frailed, and our foes unrepelled.”
Witch #2: “For his sloppy job he’ll find his own death knelled! Bah, Dorothy without a scratch! Her little dog, too, was not felled. We must dispense a revenge to match.”
Witch #3: “Blast the mongrel, more of a near-sighted scoundrel, always gnawing a single bone at a time.”
Witch #2: “Dorothy leaves without a scratch. Her little dog, too, no match! It’s an outrage; a crime!”
And there you have it. Vote away! More explanations to come next strip but for now, ponder on who these guys are.
Okay. I think we’re done with the music references:) And we only have about 6 strips until the end of Chapter 3! Wow, it’s been a long road. I’ve been on this chapter for over 2 and a half years! Yeesh! And then we start Chapter 4: “Black and White”. Oh, big fun is in store, to be sure!
Also, be on the lookout this Saturday, Sunday, and Monday for new Shard Dust! It’s all ready and scheduled to post! And a new survey coming soon!
Thus fled the BBW: Biggest Butt Whooped *g*. You may find that Goldie has some good one-liners.
Note: I learned that the end of a bar of music is denoted by a slim vertical line next to a bold vertical line, as seen at the end of Dorothy’s singing in panel 2.
Love the action pose of Scarecrow. New favorite character to draw! And now for some background (Didn’t I mention there was a reason Miss Muffet was taken out of action but unharmed? Heh)…
The man of straw took up a pose he assumed was one of battle — defendant, at the ready, but when he began spinning the staff, the Big Bad Wolf’s eyes narrowed in suspicion.
For one of keen senses, the great predator did not guess in time the nature of the magical glow which took over his entire vision, obscured all enemies, and clouded his mind. What filled his field of view was a version of himself without cybernetic enhancements, caged and submissive, a taut chain and collar around his neck. Horror threw his eyes wide. Was this a trick? Why then did he feel the bite of the collar around his neck, the weakness of being unmodified, and the crushing captivity of the cold bars surrounding him. No. No, it couldn’t be! The Controller granted him freedom as long as he did as his feral nature called! …And as long as he did no harm to the spider. But he hadn’t! Only caged her…
“No! NO!!” the Big Bad Wolf bellowed his denials. His tense body twitched at the thought of actually being placed in such confinement. His remaining arm rose to block out the vision but it was too late. The fear had him. Only one thing could save him from The Controller’s wrath. Flight! Begone from the spider and flee!!