Narrative Design
On this Page, I want to show you various Concepts and Stories I have created.
From Storyboard to Photography and upcoming Projects, here you will find a variety of Documentation.
Read where it all started
These books were my first milestone. The first draft laid the foundation of many details, characters and connections that I can now go all out with Project Wyldheart and apply everything I learned from my studies.
In this blog post, I'll go through the very first drafts and thoughts that laid this foundation for me and take you step by step from the beginnings to the new adventure with Project Wyldheart.
Bachelor - Storyboard
In the Blog Article Above, I told you a bit about the very early beginnings of this project. While I was working on my Bachelor, I decided to include scenes from that very first script. Let’s dive a bit deeper into that.
I put the scene together in with sketches and photobashing taking the script of my Book as a reference.
You can take a look at the whole story down below and watch the whole Process on how i created the Storyboard.
Broken Promises
With “Broken Promises” i wanted to portray the last battle at the End of the book and the Protagonist’s Sacrifice.
Don’t worry, this isn’t a Spoiler, just the very first script and idea, I am currently rewriting the whole plot.
In this Storyboard, I wanted to portray the Protagonist as a true leader fighting with her army and going straight into the battle. But I also wanted to portray her vulnerable side, by sacrificing herself to keep her folks promise.
The Story
First Script - Rise of a Dragonborn
This is the hour in which we are no longer strangers or treat each other as such, no this is the hour in which we renew our covenant, in which we are one and fight united not with the sword but with the heart. Let us fight together for a world in which our children can live freely. Where we can lay down our swords and be united with our families. My brothers and sisters! Gather your courage, take your hope and hurl it against the darkness! May freedom illuminate our path with the light of the sun and give us the blessing for a better future. I tell you to raise your swords, mount your horses and ride with me to victory!" she shouted resolutely and raised her sword full of courage towards her army.
The Army shouted in her name and agreed with their leader's words riding into battle with their swords and spears raised. The peoples of Nyzantia defended themselves with all their might. Trolls were fought by the dwarves and the Aíur, who brought forth their herd of shadow travelers with magic, were attacked by the Líyár according to the Guardian's plan.
Neíth could hardly believe what she was seeing, panic swirling inside her as she watched the battle below them take its course.
Dwarves who with one swing of their swords and axes created waves of fire and magical flying swords that impaled Dultuur's army in seconds.
Líyár who tried with all their magic and with all their brewed potions to help on all fronts to care for the wounded and to send the Aíur into the abyss.
As well as the humans who fought with all their might against the undead and the wolves of hell to turn this place into a place of peace and freedom. (...)
(…)
While the remaining survivors of the dark army fell over, disintegrated or moved away like the trolls, the survivors of the forces looked at each other to let each other know that it was over. Cheering, they looked up at their leader and watched as the darkness lifted and small rays of sunlight touched the ground of the wasteland.
Neíth looked around one last time and saw the dead bodies of Yenu, R'hazik and many others lingering on the ground of the wasteland.
Once more, she gathered the last of her strength and released it in small sparks that scattered over Yenu and R'hazik as new life essence.Small sparks of the remaining flame of her last strength dissolved the scales of her dragon form and let them fall to the ground.
Neíth opened her eyes and saw a bright light shining towards her. "Who are you?" she asked, trying to give a name to the figure holding out her hand.
My sister, you have the right to rest and enter your father's halls, he is waiting for you," the male figure replied in a soft, gentle voice.
A smile crossed her lips and she let herself drift. Images appeared in her mind. Images of her childhood, her journey and lots of moments with her companions and friends. Smiling, she looked back at the memories and letone last tear before she entered the light. And then she saw it, a green vast land overlooked with flowers, mountains and valleys, uncrowded by houses and towns that made the beauty of the land disappear. With bright eyes and a welcome smile, she spread her wings to fly with her sisters and brothers into infinity.
Bachelor - Storyboard
The Last one of my Kind
With “The Last one of my Kind” I wanted to portray an emotional scene where the Protagonist finds herself in Ancient Dragon Ruins, wanting to explore her Roots.
She then, however, finds an abandoned place within, leaving her with more questions as she wanted to. As she explores the Place, however, she finds answers through the past, that unfolds through her magic in front of her eyes.
I put the scene together in 3D first, taking the script of my Book as a reference. I then painted over the Scene and added some more details via Photobashing, that helped me to deliver the abandonment of this place on a deeper level.
You can take a look at the whole story down below.
The Story
"This place seems to have been abandoned for a long time," R'hazik replied as he groped through the halls and looked around in fascination. "These ruins were last inhabited by your people, the Rhakians, and some purebred dragon cubs during the times of war," explained Caléthíél.
The glowing torches brought little light into the room, little could be seen until a few small blue lights caught Neíth's attention. Without a word, she approached the lights on the walls of the room.
"Neíth? What's going on?" Kenneth asked, looking after his companion questioningly. But Neíth only concentrated on the glowing characters, the closer she got the louder the whispering in her head became, and the closer she got the sooner she was able to recognize the writing that began to light up.
"This is the dragon language," said R'hazik as he traced the letters with his fingertips. "Do you also see this glow?" asked Neíth, staring at the glow of the dragon writing. Slowly, she reached out to the writing and touched it gently with her fingertips. Suddenly, Neíth froze and a wave of memories swept through her mind. Memories that were not of her own making, no, memories of a long-forgotten time among her people.
Feasting and smoking pipes, the Rhakioners gathered around the tables made of the purest stone with mugs of ale, laughing and celebrating, casting magic to prove themselves to each other and telling stories of the Dragon Brothers, their fathers. Their armor shimmered in the lights of the blazing flames.
The breastplate, bracers, shoulder and leg armor looked as if it had been forged by a Magister's hand. Forged and decorated from the darkest of stones and the brightest of crystals, the armor was thick and sturdy, serving as sturdy armor against magic and exposure of all kinds. Hip armor formed from dragon hide provided enough mobility to act quickly in a fight. The pitch-black hair of all present was an indication of the dragon's ashes from which they had sprung.
Cheerful and in the midst of magnificent festivities, one of her own stormed through the great gates into the hall, which caused all present to gaze at her in the deepest silence. She had white hair and armor shinier than all the armor of her brothers and sisters combined.
Her appearance was rounded off with a long black cloak with bordeaux-gold decorations. Shimmering in the light, the red crystal embedded in her chest armor seemed to breathe. With a flourish, she raised her greatsword of white dragon scales into the air and began to speak to her siblings and brothers
A hard time is ahead of us, our fathers fought each other, fell into the depths of their own power and took our two brothers with them. But the battle to reunite Nyzantia and defeat the Veils of Dultuur of our father Naganoth is not over yet, this battle is just beginning, to restore the honor of our people and regain the trust of other races we must face the danger to ensure the return of our Shavayans our leaders who will arise from the ashes of our fathers and brothers.
For one of them will bear the symbol of our father's army to destroy the dark power that lies beyond our lands to ensure peace in this world." She shouted as her brothers and sisters listened with determination in their eyes. Encouragingly, she continued her speech. "Let us spread our wings, stoke our fires and raise our swords to reflect the hope of our flame back into the lands. Drop the jars, rise up and march with me to rid the ruins and the lands of this corruption. Let us clear the way for the guardians of the new age to redeem Nyzantia. Sing the song and fight as if it were your last battle. For Nyzantia !!!" She shouted and the Rhakioners agreed with an emboldened battle cry and marched deeper into the ruins at the white-haired woman's command. In unison, they sang the song that was familiar to Neíth.
Her eyes closed and she fell to the floor. A few moments later, she regained consciousness and slowly opened her eyes. She stared into the confused and frightened gazes of her companions and sat up trying to recall the history of this place in her mind in order to understand what she had just seen.
"What did you see?" came out of Caléthíél's mouth, who looked at her curiously.
"My people," Neíth replied and stood up.
"They abandoned these ruins to fight the veils of Dultuur so that I can pass this way safely. They knew I would come..." Neíth muttered to herself.
First Script - Rise of a Dragonborn
