[PLUGO]

Spinning out of a discussion in the ARTWORK thread Let's discuss a possible collaborative comics project. Assembled by our collection of volunteer artists, the goal would be to realize a scene from the book series in comics form. It's probably best if we shoot for a fairly short comic, eight to twelve page. There are plenty of interpretations of beloved characters that can easily act as models for appearances. Tasks could include page break-downs (i.e. story-boards), illustration or pencils, digital colors or painting, lettering & writing/editing (extracting relevant dialogue and narration). As this would be a fan art project I don't think there will be any issues regarding licensing or permissions so long as we don't seek to make $$ from the endeavor, and of course we would credit the author as writer/copyright holder. Anyone with a deeper understanding, please correct that assumption.

Issues to Consider -

• A scene that is not too spoilerish. People new to the book series might want to read the comic despite the scene possibly being from a future book. What ever scene is chosen, should perhaps be viewed as a sort of movie trailer.
• Variety of characters. While a scene of two characters sitting in their tent drinking, could be awesome it may limit the options for participating artists - more on that below.*
• A singular setting, while comics are great for those "meanwhile in another warren" type of transitions, the relative brevity of the comic should keep the scene fairly localized. Though there's nothing that says a scene can't start upclose and personal and expand out to encompass a whole terrain; a battlefield, city walls, the open sea et. al.
• Choice of iconic characters. It could be great fun to really delve into some obscure scenes and characters but in thinking about the movie trailer aspect, star power might be a factor. That said, 8 pages of a certain two headed insect walking around in a circle could be hilarious, but might be better served as a project for one artist than for a whole team.

The Process -

As there is already interest we'll collectively need to determine which scene would be most appealing to realize. Corporal Nobbs suggested exploring a scene mentioned off-screen, such as the Bridgeburners in Genabackis before Pale. This could be a potentially great way to go, along those lines it might still be worth finding the exact passages and making use of relevant dialog. Dolmen 2.0 also suggested several scenes that could be great fun, some may be more spoiler-filled than others, but are certainly worth discussing.**

Once a scene has been chosen, a loose script can be extracted from the relevant text and broken-down into 8-10 pages. this might best be accomplished by a single participant who can focus on pacing, clarity of story and dramatic impact. Or perhaps two break-down artists pitching the scene back and fourth to develop a final set of breakdowns. I've worked on other comic jam projects where individual artists are simply assigned a page in the queue; while the results can be exciting they can also be visually jarring and/or uneven. Ideally our collaboration will sport-light our various strengths, provide opportunities for technical growth and result in a finished piece that appears set in the world as glimpsed by the artistic contributions on the site already.

Generating artwork can be handled an a number of ways.
Two examples

• Individuals or Teams (penciler, inker, colorist or person who draw person or digitally paints) can be assigned pages to complete on their own (a modified Jam model)
• *Artists or Teams can select, or be assigned an individual character that they are responsible for depicting throughout the scene. Whomever chooses Silverfox or Tool is responsible for depicting them in whatever panel they appear in throughout the comic. Along those line there may also be need for an artist in charge of scenery or props. Another valuable contribution would be the artist who provides final "lighting" - digitally coloring or retouching a scene/setting so that the characters all appear to be in the same location e.g. drinking ale in a tent by candle light.

Finally lettering (and possible sound FX) would overlay the finished artwork.

None of this is set in stone, and certainly some aspects have yet to be considered, but I suggest we beging with the scene selection process and return to individual tasks further along the way.

Scene Selection -

Everyone has a favorite scene. How about we devote the first page of this thread to nominations. From there we might narrow the selection down the nominations to a number that could fit in a poll somewhere on page 2. Let's stick with no more than 5 nominations per reply, with the option for people to repeat a previous nomination for emphasis. I will list Dolmen 2.0's nominations here as he took that initiative, then follow with my own -

• Shadow vs. Icarium
• Chain of dogs coming to an end
• A certain fight and arrival into Dragnipur
• The final battle in Memories of Ice
• The Cursing of Kalor

[PLUGO]

My Nominations -

• Seige of Kapustan
• Kruppe's encounter with the Caladan Brood - Shadow Hound Hunts for Harilock and is stopped by Capt. Parren (editied)
  
• The burning of Igatan - Anomandor vs. Shadow Throne + Hounds & Parren (editied)
• Anomandor arrives to discuss the fate of Silverfox ending with the reveal of the Master of the Deck
• The Bridgeburners arrive at Korel

Changeed #2 & #3 to spotlight events earlier in the series.

This post has been edited by PLUGO: 13 January 2017 - 11:41 PM

[Dolmen 2.0]

Thanks Plugo for putting this together.

I formally put forward Abyss to act as Narative director because THIS

Jokes aside I think that's a very clear breakdown, Nicely done .

_{Also Abyss kidding/not kidding. get in on this for the LULZ}

[Coltaine -]

Sounds like a amazing project guys

I would offer my help, but I don't think that I have any artistic skills

[Gorefest]

Artistic skills are like riding a bike. If you don't have it, it is very difficult offering a ride on the handlebar.

[Dolmen 2.0]

 - Coltaine -, on 13 January 2017 - 03:21 PM, said:

Sounds like a amazing project guys

I would offer my help, but I don't think that I have any artistic skills

Actually we'd need someone that work as closely with the texts as the wikipedia team. We need to draw from the books, details, descriptions, people and locations etc. my experiance is the non-artists grab on to these things objectively whilst us artists kinda fudge the memory and tend to sometimes depict what we imagine and not whats actually happening. On a project like this I'd say book wisdom would help.

If you're willing we'd happily have you on the team. Especially at storyboarding at script stages.

[Puck]

 - Coltaine -, on 13 January 2017 - 03:21 PM, said:

Sounds like a amazing project guys

I would offer my help, but I don't think that I have any artistic skills

You could offer your help with finding relevant discriptions of stuff

Also, I nominate Dolmen for something to do with colouring an lighting, I think he rocks at that.

Also also, I'd like to join but I fear my style is way too different. I may, however, have an idea, but I need to jump AT in a dark danky internet street first.

Edit: ninja'd.

This post has been edited by Puck: 13 January 2017 - 04:56 PM

[Coltaine -]

Okay, count me for research and other not-drawing stuff

[Abyss]

Needs thought bubbles.

Hundreds and hundreds of thought bubbles!!!!

[PLUGO]

 Puck, on 13 January 2017 - 04:56 PM, said:

 - Coltaine -, on 13 January 2017 - 03:21 PM, said:

Sounds like a amazing project guys

I would offer my help, but I don't think that I have any artistic skills

You could offer your help with finding relevant discriptions of stuff

Also, I nominate Dolmen for something to do with colouring an lighting, I think he rocks at that.

Also also, I'd like to join but I fear my style is way too different. I may, however, have an idea, but I need to jump AT in a dark danky internet street first.

Edit: ninja'd.

How exciting. I agree that it would be a great help to have someones focusing on finding relevant passages and descriptions. Particularly if we bring our focus on some background incidents that are mentioned in passing or in flashback. I have a vague recollection of Fiddler (or Strings) having a sort of waking dream where an as yet unmentioned Bridgeburner reminds him of the circumstances of his death in Black Dog Forrest.That could an example of a useful passage that could be of great help were we to render a scene from that campaign.

In terms of nominating artists for tasks in recognition of their strengths - excellent. It may be that we'll end up nominating artists to depicts specific characters "so-and-so does a great Quick Ben or such-and-such's style would be great for depicting Shadow Hounds" or whatever. Along those lines there would a neat trick in including someone with a potentially divergent style in a fashion where that divergence enhances the story. Added to that, having Dolman (if it's of interest) come in and unify a scene with excellent lighting and colorization could minimize any dissidence.

Anyway, upon further though I find myself wanting to revise my 5 nominations . . .


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[Dolmen 2.0]

Ok so how do we finalize this list of scenes? Maybe we take all suggestions already mentioned by monday and run a poll on which scene the forum most wants to attempt?

[MTS]

 - Coltaine -, on 13 January 2017 - 06:48 PM, said:

Okay, count me for research and other not-drawing stuff

I could probably help with this stuff too.

[PLUGO]

 Dolmen 2.0, on 14 January 2017 - 11:07 AM, said:

Ok so how do we finalize this list of scenes? Maybe we take all suggestions already mentioned by monday and run a poll on which scene the forum most wants to attempt?

So far I'm seeing 10 possibles scenes. Monday sounds as good a day as any to start polling these nominations. I'm kind of surprised and relieved there aren't more nominations.

[Dolmen 2.0]

 MTS, on 14 January 2017 - 11:56 AM, said:

 - Coltaine -, on 13 January 2017 - 06:48 PM, said:

Okay, count me for research and other not-drawing stuff

I could probably help with this stuff too.

Great, glad to have you.

@ Plugo, i did too. But reading back I think visually we have some of the best "movie trailer" material.

This post has been edited by Dolmen 2.0: 15 January 2017 - 05:45 AM

[Macros]

The bridge burners in Blackdog or Mott wood would surely be ideal

[Dolmen 2.0]

 Macros, on 15 January 2017 - 08:10 AM, said:

The bridge burners in Blackdog or Mott wood would surely be ideal

Agreed, this seems to be a popular option, this and the Anomander Rake, shadow, Paran situation.

[PLUGO]

I find myself thinking a lot about that scene in Memories of Ice, where Calor is threatening a young Silver Fox only to be interrupted by Anomandor's arrival. Whisky Jack stands up to them both but that face-off is then brought to a halt by a certain table sized card from the Deck of Dragons. There's such a variety of awesome characters in one place, excellent character driven dialogue, great tension, and a sort of cliff hanger styled non-resolution.

I guess I'm having a hard time remembering anything specific about events in Blackdog or Mottwood; Stand out characters or incidents.

[Dolmen 2.0]

 PLUGO, on 17 January 2017 - 09:43 PM, said:

I find myself thinking a lot about that scene in Memories of Ice, where Calor is threatening a young Silver Fox only to be interrupted by Anomandor's arrival. Whisky Jack stands up to them both but that face-off is then brought to a halt by a certain table sized card from the Deck of Dragons. There's such a variety of awesome characters in one place, excellent character driven dialogue, great tension, and a sort of cliff hanger styled non-resolution.

I guess I'm having a hard time remembering anything specific about events in Blackdog or Mottwood; Stand out characters or incidents.

Can we quote that scene? I would probably only get to my books after work but that sounds like a good mix. Nothing spoilerish which is a positive.

I was Talking to my friendly neighbourhood comicbook artist yesterday, we live a few flats apart. he suggested a scene that had equal parts action, humor and mystery would be ideal. something that ramps up story wise but also provides good lighting, ideally dawn or dusk and good motion/emotion for the art team. He also suggested a scene with good dialogue and little or no introspection. As he put it, "Internal dialogue should show on the face of the character, that's more than enough"

So yeah I think Kallor threatening Silverfox does that. It also has Anomander name dropping Dassem and the Seguleh first if I recall correctly? Yeah looks like we need that Poll, tons of good suggestions here.

[Itwæs Nom]

The quote

Spoiler

"The Tiste Andii had gathered into a silent ring around the central clearing, awaiting the arrival of their master.

The black, silver-maned dragon emerged from the darkness overhead like a piece of night torn loose, flowing down to settle with a soft crunch of talons in the plain's stony soil. The huge, terrible beast blurred even as it landed, with a warm flow of spice-laden air swirling out to all sides as the sembling drew the dragon's shape inward. A moment later the Son of Darkness stood, cloaked, framed by the gouged tracks of the dragon's front talons, his slightly epicanthic eyes glimmering dull bronze as he surveyed his kin.

The Mhybe watched as Korlat strode to meet her master. She had seen Anomander Rake but once before, just south of Blackdog Forest, and then from a distance as the Son of Darkness spoke with Caladan Brood. She remembered Moon's Spawn, filling the sky above the Rhivi Plain. Rake had been about to ascend to that floating fortress. A pact with the wizards of Pale had been achieved, and the city was about to be besieged by Onearm's Host. He had stood then as he did now: tall, implacable, a sword emanating sheer terror hanging down the length of his back, his long, silver hair drifting in the breeze.

A slight turn of his head was his only acknowledgement of Korlat's approach.

Off to their right appeared Caladan Brood, Kallor, Dujek and the others.

Tension bristled in the air, yet one that the Mhybe recalled as being present at that last meeting, years before. Anomander Rake was an ascendant as unlike Caladan Brood as to make them seem the opposite ends of power's vast spectrum. Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror –the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current, and the Mhybe could feel, crawling beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation.

The sword, yet more than the sword. Dragnipur in the hands of cold justice, cold and unhuman. Anomander Rake, the only one among us whose presence sparks fear in Kallor's eyes . . . the only one . . . except, it seems, for Silverfox –for my daughter. What might Kallor fear most, if not an alliance between the Son of Darkness and Silverfox?

All traces of exhaustion torn away by the thought, the Mhybe stepped forward.

Kallor's voice boomed. 'Anomander Rake! I seek your clearest vision –I seek the justice of your sword –allow none to sway you with sentiment, and that includes Korlat, who would now whisper urgent in your ear!'

The Son of Darkness, a lone brow raised, slowly turned to regard the High King. 'What else, Kallor,' he said in a low, calm voice, 'keeps my blade from your black heart. . . if not sentiment?'

With the light of the dawn finally stealing into the sky, the ancient warrior's weathered, lean face assumed a paler shade. 'I speak of a child,' he rumbled. 'No doubt you sense her power, the foulest of blossoms—'

'Power? It abounds in this place, Kallor. This camp has become a lodestone. You are right to fear.' His gaze swung to the Mhybe, who had stopped but a few paces from him.

Her steps ceased. His attention was a fierce pressure, power and threat, enough to make her softly gasp, her limbs weakening.

'Forces of nature, Mother,' he said, 'are indifferent to justice, would you not agree?'

It was a struggle to reply. 'I would, Lord of Moon's Spawn.'

'Thus it falls to us sentient beings, no matter how unworthy, to impose the moral divide.'

Her eyes flashed. 'Does it now?'

'She has spawned the abomination, Rake,' Kallor said, striding closer, his expression twisted with anger as he glared at the Mhybe. 'Her vision is stained. Understandably, granted, but even that does not exculpate.'

'Kallor,' the Son of Darkness murmured, his eyes still on the Mhybe, 'approach further at your peril.'

The High King halted.

'It would appear,' Rake continued, 'that my arrival has been anticipated, with the collective desire that I adjudicate what is clearly a complex situation—'

'Appearances deceive,' Caladan Brood said from where he stood outside the command tent –and the Mhybe now saw that Silverfox was at the warlord's side. 'Decide what you will, Rake, but I will not countenance Dragnipur's unsheathing in my camp.'

There was silence, as explosive as any the Rhivi woman had ever felt. By the Abyss, this could go very, very wrong. . . She glanced over at the Malazans. Dujek had drawn his soldier's expressionless mask over his features, but his taut stance revealed his alarm. The standard-bearer Artanthos was a step behind and slightly to the right of Onearm, a marine's rain cape drawn about him, hiding his hands. The young man's eyes glittered. Is that power swirling from the man? No, I am mistaken –I see nothing now ...

Anomander Rake slowly faced the warlord. 'I see that the lines have been drawn,' he said quietly. 'Korlat?'

'I side with Caladan Brood in this, Master.'

Rake eyed Kallor. 'It seems you stand alone.'

'It was ever thus.'

Oh, a sharp reply, that.

Anomander Rake's expression tightened momentarily. 'I am not unfamiliar with that position, High King.'

Kallor simply nodded.

Horse hooves sounded then, and the Tiste Andii lining the southeast side of the ring parted. Whiskeyjack rode into the clearing, slowing his mount to a walk, then to a perfect square-stanced halt. It was unclear what the commander had heard, yet he acted none the less. Dismounting, he strode towards Silverfox, stopping directly before her. His sword slid smoothly from its scabbard. Whiskeyjack faced Rake, Kallor and the others in the centre of the clearing, then planted his sword in the ground before him.

Caladan Brood stepped to the Malazan's side. 'With what you might face, Whiskeyjack, it would be best if you—'
'I stand here,' the commander growled.
Sorcery flowed from Anomander Rake, grainy grey, rolling in a slow wave across the clearing, passing through Whiskeyjack effortlessly, then swallowing Silverfox in an opaque, swirling embrace.
The Mhybe cried out, lurched forward, but Korlat's hand closed on her arm. 'Fear not,' she said, 'he but seeks to understand her –understand what she is . . .'
The sorcery frayed suddenly, flung away in tattered fragments to all sides. The Mhybe hissed. She knew enough of her daughter to see, in her reappearance, that she was furious. Power, twisting like taut ropes, rose around her, knotting, bunching.

Oh, spirits below, I see Nightchill and Tattersail both . . . a shared rage. And, by the Abyss, another! A stolid will, a sentience slow to anger . . . so much like Brood –who? Is this –oh! –is this Bellurdan? Gods! We are moments from tearing ourselves apart. Please . . .

'Well,' Rake drawled, 'I have never before had my hand slapped in such a fashion. Impressive, though perilously impertinent. What is it, then, that the child does not wish me to discover?' He reached over his left shoulder for Dragnipur's leather-wrapped handle.

Grunting a savage curse, Brood unlimbered his hammer.

Whiskeyjack shifted his stance, raising his own blade.

Gods no, this is wrong—

'Rake,' Kallor rasped, 'do you wish me on your left or right?'

Snapping tent poles startled everyone. A loud yelp from the command tent was followed by a massive, awkward, flying shape exploding out from the tent's entrance. Cavorting, spinning wildly in the air, the huge wooden table the Mhybe had last seen emerging from the Shroud now rose above the clearing, and from one leg dangled Kruppe, sweetcakes fluttering away from him. He yelped again, kicking the air with his slippered feet. 'Aai! Help! Kruppe hates flying!'"

This post has been edited by Itwæs Nom: 18 January 2017 - 10:04 PM

[PLUGO]

 Itwæs Nom, on 18 January 2017 - 09:45 PM, said:

The quote

Spoiler

"The Tiste Andii had gathered into a silent ring around the central clearing, awaiting the arrival of their master.

The black, silver-maned dragon emerged from the darkness overhead like a piece of night torn loose, flowing down to settle with a soft crunch of talons in the plain's stony soil. The huge, terrible beast blurred even as it landed, with a warm flow of spice-laden air swirling out to all sides as the sembling drew the dragon's shape inward. A moment later the Son of Darkness stood, cloaked, framed by the gouged tracks of the dragon's front talons, his slightly epicanthic eyes glimmering dull bronze as he surveyed his kin.

The Mhybe watched as Korlat strode to meet her master. She had seen Anomander Rake but once before, just south of Blackdog Forest, and then from a distance as the Son of Darkness spoke with Caladan Brood. She remembered Moon's Spawn, filling the sky above the Rhivi Plain. Rake had been about to ascend to that floating fortress. A pact with the wizards of Pale had been achieved, and the city was about to be besieged by Onearm's Host. He had stood then as he did now: tall, implacable, a sword emanating sheer terror hanging down the length of his back, his long, silver hair drifting in the breeze.

A slight turn of his head was his only acknowledgement of Korlat's approach.

Off to their right appeared Caladan Brood, Kallor, Dujek and the others.

Tension bristled in the air, yet one that the Mhybe recalled as being present at that last meeting, years before. Anomander Rake was an ascendant as unlike Caladan Brood as to make them seem the opposite ends of power's vast spectrum. Rake was an atmosphere, a heart-thudding, terror-threaded presence no-one could ignore, much less escape. Violence, antiquity, sombre pathos, and darkest horror –the Son of Darkness was a gelid eddy in immortality's current, and the Mhybe could feel, crawling beneath her very skin, every Rhivi spirit awakened in desperation.

The sword, yet more than the sword. Dragnipur in the hands of cold justice, cold and unhuman. Anomander Rake, the only one among us whose presence sparks fear in Kallor's eyes . . . the only one . . . except, it seems, for Silverfox –for my daughter. What might Kallor fear most, if not an alliance between the Son of Darkness and Silverfox?

All traces of exhaustion torn away by the thought, the Mhybe stepped forward.

Kallor's voice boomed. 'Anomander Rake! I seek your clearest vision –I seek the justice of your sword –allow none to sway you with sentiment, and that includes Korlat, who would now whisper urgent in your ear!'

The Son of Darkness, a lone brow raised, slowly turned to regard the High King. 'What else, Kallor,' he said in a low, calm voice, 'keeps my blade from your black heart. . . if not sentiment?'

With the light of the dawn finally stealing into the sky, the ancient warrior's weathered, lean face assumed a paler shade. 'I speak of a child,' he rumbled. 'No doubt you sense her power, the foulest of blossoms—'

'Power? It abounds in this place, Kallor. This camp has become a lodestone. You are right to fear.' His gaze swung to the Mhybe, who had stopped but a few paces from him.

Her steps ceased. His attention was a fierce pressure, power and threat, enough to make her softly gasp, her limbs weakening.

'Forces of nature, Mother,' he said, 'are indifferent to justice, would you not agree?'

It was a struggle to reply. 'I would, Lord of Moon's Spawn.'

'Thus it falls to us sentient beings, no matter how unworthy, to impose the moral divide.'

Her eyes flashed. 'Does it now?'

'She has spawned the abomination, Rake,' Kallor said, striding closer, his expression twisted with anger as he glared at the Mhybe. 'Her vision is stained. Understandably, granted, but even that does not exculpate.'

'Kallor,' the Son of Darkness murmured, his eyes still on the Mhybe, 'approach further at your peril.'

The High King halted.

'It would appear,' Rake continued, 'that my arrival has been anticipated, with the collective desire that I adjudicate what is clearly a complex situation—'

'Appearances deceive,' Caladan Brood said from where he stood outside the command tent –and the Mhybe now saw that Silverfox was at the warlord's side. 'Decide what you will, Rake, but I will not countenance Dragnipur's unsheathing in my camp.'

There was silence, as explosive as any the Rhivi woman had ever felt. By the Abyss, this could go very, very wrong. . . She glanced over at the Malazans. Dujek had drawn his soldier's expressionless mask over his features, but his taut stance revealed his alarm. The standard-bearer Artanthos was a step behind and slightly to the right of Onearm, a marine's rain cape drawn about him, hiding his hands. The young man's eyes glittered. Is that power swirling from the man? No, I am mistaken –I see nothing now ...

Anomander Rake slowly faced the warlord. 'I see that the lines have been drawn,' he said quietly. 'Korlat?'

'I side with Caladan Brood in this, Master.'

Rake eyed Kallor. 'It seems you stand alone.'

'It was ever thus.'

Oh, a sharp reply, that.

Anomander Rake's expression tightened momentarily. 'I am not unfamiliar with that position, High King.'

Kallor simply nodded.

Horse hooves sounded then, and the Tiste Andii lining the southeast side of the ring parted. Whiskeyjack rode into the clearing, slowing his mount to a walk, then to a perfect square-stanced halt. It was unclear what the commander had heard, yet he acted none the less. Dismounting, he strode towards Silverfox, stopping directly before her. His sword slid smoothly from its scabbard. Whiskeyjack faced Rake, Kallor and the others in the centre of the clearing, then planted his sword in the ground before him.

Caladan Brood stepped to the Malazan's side. 'With what you might face, Whiskeyjack, it would be best if you—'
'I stand here,' the commander growled.
Sorcery flowed from Anomander Rake, grainy grey, rolling in a slow wave across the clearing, passing through Whiskeyjack effortlessly, then swallowing Silverfox in an opaque, swirling embrace.
The Mhybe cried out, lurched forward, but Korlat's hand closed on her arm. 'Fear not,' she said, 'he but seeks to understand her –understand what she is . . .'
The sorcery frayed suddenly, flung away in tattered fragments to all sides. The Mhybe hissed. She knew enough of her daughter to see, in her reappearance, that she was furious. Power, twisting like taut ropes, rose around her, knotting, bunching.

Oh, spirits below, I see Nightchill and Tattersail both . . . a shared rage. And, by the Abyss, another! A stolid will, a sentience slow to anger . . . so much like Brood –who? Is this –oh! –is this Bellurdan? Gods! We are moments from tearing ourselves apart. Please . . .

'Well,' Rake drawled, 'I have never before had my hand slapped in such a fashion. Impressive, though perilously impertinent. What is it, then, that the child does not wish me to discover?' He reached over his left shoulder for Dragnipur's leather-wrapped handle.

Grunting a savage curse, Brood unlimbered his hammer.

Whiskeyjack shifted his stance, raising his own blade.

Gods no, this is wrong—

'Rake,' Kallor rasped, 'do you wish me on your left or right?'

Snapping tent poles startled everyone. A loud yelp from the command tent was followed by a massive, awkward, flying shape exploding out from the tent's entrance. Cavorting, spinning wildly in the air, the huge wooden table the Mhybe had last seen emerging from the Shroud now rose above the clearing, and from one leg dangled Kruppe, sweetcakes fluttering away from him. He yelped again, kicking the air with his slippered feet. 'Aai! Help! Kruppe hates flying!'"

wow,
I still get chills reading this scene.