The Garden Of Madness

- The Guardian

"The figure stands erect, and the hair stirs at the nape of your neck as you take in the details. The armour is of an ancient pattern, with separate pieces to cover chest, forearms,thighs and shins. There are metal gauntlets, an open-fronted helmet, and the gauntlets hold a shield and mighty sword. At that time, the armourers had not perfected the armoured joints necessary for full plate-mail, and knees, elbows and upper arms were left uncovered. Now, where you would expect to see the limbs, there is only empty air, and there is no face visible either.

A deep voice echoes around the room. 'I am the Guardian of the way. None may pass save those of true Shekarian blood. Begone from this place, or join me here forever.'"

Pen & ink on cartridge paper
14cmx22cm.

An empty suit of ornate armour is magically animated

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